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messers-moony · 3 years

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Cheating | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader

Summary: Klaus gives Five’s girlfriend a dare to see how he’ll react.

“ Are you sure this a good idea? “ Klaus queried as Y/n began applying makeup to her neck, “ What do you mean? “ Y/n asked in response as she looked in the mirror to stare at the male.

“ He’s an assassin, for Christ sakes! He’s going to literally kill me. “ Klaus retorted as if it were the most obvious thing ever, “ And so was I. “ Y/n beckoned, turning around.

Klaus sighed, “ I know that. I just don’t think this is a good idea. “ Klaus repeated, and Y/n crossed her arms, “ Well, it was your idea in the first place. “ Y/n informed.

“ I know. “ Klaus said defeated, “ Great! All you have to do is stay in our apartment. It’s not that bad. “ Y/n spoke as she began walking to the kitchen.

“ I suppose. What do you wanna do in the meantime? “ The male asked as Y/n grabbed snacks, “ Mario kart? “

Klaus grinned, “ Perfect! “

Y/n and Klaus sat on the couch playing the game for hours on end. Truth be told, Y/n was relatively fearful that Five would take this prank too far, considering how possessive he is with her.

Nonetheless, Y/n knew that if things got out of hand, she’d be able to stop him. Just a few days ago, Klaus thought of the brilliant idea to prank Five, saying how Y/n was ‘cheating’ on him.

Obviously, he didn’t expect Y/n actually to do it. It was a playful comment that held absolutely no meaning, but Y/n was determined to go through it. Honestly, she wanted to see what he’d do too.

The plan was Y/n would make a hickey on her neck with makeup. It was the most cliché way of going about it but definitely the most practical. Klaus would be in the bedroom, and when Y/n gave the signal, he’d enter the main room.

Hanging out with Klaus was definitely the most effective way of getting Five’s jealousy through the roof. He loved his girl with all of his heart and wanted no one to take her from him. This was the girl he planned to spend the rest of his life with.

Five initially hated this girl. She was cocky, sarcastic, and witty beyond belief. The girl worked at the commission and was assigned his partner, which they both despised, seeing as they were both independent.

However, since time works in weird ways, they both became fond of each other. She found herself catching feelings for him much before he did himself. It took months for them to become friends, let alone love interests, but it happened.

Now, Five couldn’t ever get enough of her. Being with Five was like endless cuddles, kisses, affection, and meaningful conversations. The communication between the two lovers was through the roof. No stone was ever left unturned.

“ Okay, Five just texted me saying he’s three minutes away. Go hide in the bedroom. “ Y/n rushed as Klaus jumped up from the couch, “ Yep! “ Klaus shouted from the bedroom.

Y/n began cleaning up the mess they left, and when Five entered the room, he discarded all unneeded items. Then he walked towards his loving girlfriend, washing dishes.

Five walked towards her and wrapped his arms around her waist gently. She’d be lying if it didn’t make her cheeks flush a brilliant pink color. The male nuzzled his nose into her shoulder.

“ I’m home, my love. “ Five’s muffled voice spoke as her shoulder covered his mouth, “ Nah, I couldn’t tell. “ Y/n retorted sarcastically.

The female placed the dishes in the sink and turned around his arms. Now they faced each other, both her hands cupping his cheeks as his green eyes stared into her e/c ones. Both were in a loved-filled daze, and Y/n completely forgot about the prank.

That is, until Five moved some hair from her neck, noticing the discolored skin, “ Love? “ Five slightly pouted, “ Mmm? “ Y/n hummed in response, unable to follow his eyes.

Suddenly his love-filled eyes turned more with an upset look, “ What's on your neck? “ Five asked curiously as he gently swiped his finger over the makeup, “ I- I don’t know what you’re on about. “ Y/n nervously stated.

“ I need to ask you a question, and you need to answer honestly. “ Five spoke with his voice as firm as possible, making Y/n nod and gulp in response, “ Are you cheating on me? “

Fives hands went from her waist to her cheeks, and hers fell to her side. Y/n let out a sigh, not locking eyes with his. Admittedly she was surprised with how calm he managed to stay during this whole situation.

He took her silence as a yes and let go of her. Without another word, he walked into the bedroom. This prank had failed because she wasn’t planning on him being so calm. But when he entered the bedroom to see a boxer wearing, that’s when his anger released.

“ What the fuck! “ Five yelled from the bedroom, “ Shit! “ Y/n cursed, running to the bedroom.

She found Five holding Klaus against the wall choking him, not killing him but making it painful.

“ Five! “ Y/n yelled, “ You won’t lay your hands on my girl ever again. Cause I swear to god if you do, I will kill you myself- “ Five spat as he ignored his girlfriend, yelling at him.

“ It was a prank! “ Y/n shouted, and Five immediately dropped Klaus, “ That got your attention. “ Y/n murmured.

Five looked at her, and through his anger-filled look, she could see his eyes filled with tears. He was trying so hard not to cry when sneering at Klaus, and she could see that now. Klaus scrambled up and left the room. He probably left the apartment too.

When Klaus left is when Five fell apart, “ This was all a prank? “ Five managed through gritted teeth, “ Mhm. “ Y/n hummed.

“ Prove it. “ Five demanded, and Y/n sighed.

The girl walked over to her vanity and grabbed a makeup wipe. She showed him the white towel and rubbed it over the makeup on her neck. Afterward, she handed him the towel, now covered in blue and purple makeup while her neck was its original color.

Gently Five lifted her jaw and moved the hair from that area to see it completely gone. To say he was relieved would be putting it lightly. The girl who he loved and planned to marry had just lifted every weight off his shoulders.

Without a second thought, he embraced her tightly, and she did the same, “ If you do that again, I will kill you. “ Five spoke, “ I won’t. “ Y/n responded.

“ Good because I love you too much. “

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creepereyes · 3 years

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Seymour/Edna sickfic

Guys, I LOVE sickfics, specifically emeto fics, and this fandom is seriously lacking them so I’m here to fill that void. This is the first of two fics I’m writing for myself and @rolksart.

Summary: Seymour has a stomach bug and Edna takes care of him.

I’m going to say this once: Please don’t read this story if you don’t want to read emeto. Seymour pukes a lot here. If that is up your alley, fantastic! If not, feel free to ignore this completely.

Fic under the cut.

Lying had never been Seymour’s specialty, and when he unconvincingly told Edna he was fine, she saw straight through it. She sat on the edge of his desk and gave him a knowing look.

“Seymour, I love you but you’re a horrible liar. You are not fine.”

It was true. Fine, in the literal sense, wasn’t a word Edna could currently use to describe her boyfriend. Pale, sweaty, nauseated, yes. But fine? Ha!

“You’re right. I can’t lie to you, Edna. I feel awful. My stomach is more unsettled than mother at a swinger’s sex party, and I don’t know what’s causing it.” Seymour admitted.

Edna’s gaze softened. “Oh, Seymour. You didn’t eat the cafeteria fish sticks, did you?”

“No, I learned my lesson after the first time.”

The queasiness building inside him got a bit worse when he thought of the dreaded fish sticks that made him so sick several years back. Wether the ‘meat’ inside was actually fish or not was questionable at best, but anything tasted good deep fried. The students seemed to love them, but there was something about those crispy, overly greasy, probably-not-fish sticks that an adult’s stomach just couldn’t handle. A couple hours after eating them on that ill fated day, he’d gotten incredibly sick and started puking almost immediately after he got home. Today he didn’t think he’d last that long, it was barely past noon.

Seymour sighed and slumped backwards in his chair. “I’m sorry, Edna. Tonight was supposed to be our special night and I ruined it by getting sick.”

“We’ll reschedule. Don’t beat yourself up so much.” Edna scooted closer to Seymour and placed her hand on his forehead. It was alarmingly warm and his hair was damp with sweat. “You poor thing, you’re burning up.”

“I’m sweltering.” Seymour unbuttoned his blue blazer and shrugged it off. His tie felt like it was choking him, so he removed it as well.

Edna coyly rose a brow and ran one finger up and down his right arm. “Mmmm...are you going take all your clothes off?”

Seymour managed a small smile despite his increasing nausea. “When I feel better, I’ll let you undress me right here on my desk.”

“With my teeth?”

“Yes. I love it when you do that.” he placed his hand on top of hers.

He could be assertive when he needed to be, but when it came to sex, Edna was in charge and she made damn well sure he knew it. He liked it that way. He’d always had a thing for dominant women, and Edna Krabappel was all domme.

He leaned in to kiss her, but a massive nausea spike made him falter and he paled even further. Acid threatened to rise in his throat, but he choked it back.

“I need to lay down for a while.” he said. “Maybe you should-”

“No. I’m staying with you.” Edna cut him off.

“What about your students?”

“I put a movie on. They’ll be fine. But you aren’t.”

Seymour’s office had a red couch in it, though he rarely sat there. It was comfy enough, but it was mostly for decoration. He’d never admit it, but he’d given his office more flair to make himself feel less lame when superintendent Chalmers swung by for a visit. Chalmers’ previous comment about Seymour’s office looking like a low security prison cell had cut surprisingly deep.

Edna sat on the couch and patted the cushion next to her, signaling for Seymour to join her.

He shuffled over to the couch and damn near collapsed onto it. He sprawled across the cushions and laid his head in Edna’s lap. Another nausea wave crashed over him, bringing a stab of horrendous abdominal pain with it. He curled into himself.

“This is agony,” he moaned. “I don’t know what’s making me so sick.”

“Just relax. Close your eyes.” Edna instructed as she stroked his hair. “I’m here with you.”

Not only did Seymour feel extremely sick, he also felt like he was being stabbed in the gut with a rusty knife over and over again. It continued to worsen until it reached the point of no return. His stomach lurched and heat spread through his abdomen. He bolted straight up, ready to give in to his nausea. Fighting it wasn’t an option, he wanted to be rid of whatever was making him so sick.

“Give me a bucket, I’m going to throw up!” panic invaded Seymour’s voice. Time was rapidly running out, and thick, coppery saliva flooded his mouth.

“Oh! Uh, hang on!” Edna leapt up from the couch and looked for a receptacle.

“Please hurry,” Seymour gagged on the last syllable and firmly clamped his hand over his mouth.

Edna zoomed over to Seymour’s desk, grabbed the garbage can, dumped out its contents and strode back over to her boyfriend, but she was a second too late.

Seymour couldn’t hold it back. He pitched forwards and violently puked on the floor, and it splashed on his knees and shoes in the process. Some got on his shirt as well.

“Here!” Edna shoved the can under his mouth right as he vomited again.

Seymour gripped the can and retched noisily, his entire body convulsing as he puked more repugnant brown liquid. The acrid taste was revolting and he could feel the solids in it sliding over his tongue, which made him heave harder.

“That’s it, just get it out,” Edna soothed and rubbed his back. She could feel his shoulders hitch under her hand each time he heaved.

“Make it stop,” Seymour groaned. This was pure hell. His body was barely giving him time to breathe between retches, and he worried that he’d start choking on his own vomit if it didn’t stop. He was starting to think it wouldn’t end. There was only one thing that could make his situation worse, and someone or something must have had it out for him today, because it happened.

The door to his office flew open with great force.

“SKINNEEEER! Why in God’s name is Nelson Muntz hanging Martin Prince from the flagpole and-- Seymour, are you vomiting in a garbage can?” Superintendent Chalmers stood in the doorway, stunned at what he was seeing.

Seymour, pale, clad in a puke soaked shirt and looking half dead, glanced up. “Superintendent Chalmers,” he croaked out. “Hold on a minute.” he leaned over the can again and threw up a few more times until he was empty and left dry heaving. By now the garbage can was over a third full.

“Seymour is very sick,” Edna explained calmly. “I’m going to make sure he gets home alright.”

“Yes, you do that.” Chalmers cringed away from the scene and backed out the door. He paused with his hand on the knob and awkwardly added on, “And, uh, get well soon Seymour.”

With that, he turned and left.

Seymour wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and flopped down on the sofa. “That’s the shortest meeting with Chalmers I’ve ever had. Maybe I should puke in front of him more often.”

Edna laughed. “You’ve still got your witty sense of humor, I think you’ll be alright.” she massaged his shoulders.

“Will you get me some water, please?” Seymour asked.

“Of course.” Edna kissed his forehead and got up. She filled a cup at the water cooler and handed it over to him.

He took a small sip and waited. It was staying down for the time being.

“I think it’ll stay down.” he managed another micro sip before looking down at himself in disgust. “Ugh, look at me. I’m a mess.”

With great effort, he hoisted himself off the couch and made a feeble attempt at cleaning the vomit off his clothes with a handful of kleenex. “Well, I tried.”

“How are you feeling?” Edna asked.

“Not great, but a little better.”

“What do you say we go back to my place and get you cleaned up? I’ll get you in the shower and make you feel all better.” Edna said in a tone that was both motherly and seductive.

Seymour gave a genuine smile despite still feeling like crap. It was by far the best idea he’d heard all day. He placed his clean hand around his girlfriend’s shoulder and held her close.

“Edna, I’d love that.”

#the simpsons #sickfic #emeto #Seymour Skinner #Edna Krabappel

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starryse · 3 years

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Stranger From The Café

13 Days of SVT Christmas- Day 2

Joshua x Reader

Christmas au, fluff, slight angst in the beginning, no warnings

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They say Christmas is the most magical time of year. The snow falling acts as a beautiful scenery for pictures with your loved ones, Christmas dinners allow you to spend time with family and friends, and the music and gifts all symbols of the love you have for each other. Christmas is the one day a year where you forget everything, all your struggles and worries are out the window as you spend time with the ones you love.

Unfortunately for you, you weren’t one of those lucky souls.

“Y-you’re breaking up with me?”

“I’m sorry, y/n. Things were just getting boring between us. Besides, Haesul is-“

The tears threatening to spill suddenly haulted at that. Your eyes snapping up to stare at the man in front of you, “Haesul? The same girl who you said was just a friend?”

Your now ex shifted in his seat, eyes drifting to look outside the window instead of at you. His hands fiddled with the spoon in his empty bowl, the metal clinking against the glass. Oh, you understood now.

You folded your arms against your chest. “She was never just a friend, was she?” The man bit his lip, shaking his head. He opened his mouth to speak, but God forbid would you sit here and listen to anymore of his lies.

“Just leave, Seojoon. You don’t have anything to explain to me, we broke up, remember?” And at that, the raven haired man stood up, slipping his jacket over his shoulders, leaving without a single trace but the couples bracelet you two wore that now sat on the café table.

You let out a shaky sigh, propping your arms on the table, hiding your face in your hands. You sat there for a solid 10 minutes, soaking in what just happened. Your boyfriend, of 2 years, broke up with you over a woman he claimed was just a friend. The day before Christmas for Gods sake. You groaned into your hands, probably receiving weird looks from the customers around you. Not that you cared, the only thing on your mind was the prick you unfortunately spent two long years- time you can’t get back.

Sure he wasn’t the best boyfriend, let alone man, but he at least made you feel wanted. When you were stressed from work or class, he always found a way to take your mind off it- need be it was typically through going clubbing (something you weren’t fond of but did it anyways). You couldn’t say you’ll miss him as your boyfriend, but you’ll miss the feeling of having someone. Your own person who you know will love you and be there for you through anything. Now who do you have?

You weren’t ready to go home, then you’d face the reality of the fact you’ll be spending Christmas alone this year. Your family lived in the states and your friends were too busy with their own significant others. Not that you need a new partner or even just a one night stand, but you could use somebody to be free with, to be happy and careless all at the same time.

“Hi, do you mind if I sit here? You seemed pretty glum and I’m kind of by myself too, haha”

You lifted your head, hair falling in front of your eyes. Moving your hair away from your face, your vision cleared to see a good-looking, young man in front of you. He resembled a cat the way his eyes were sharp and looking into your own. Though his smile had a whole different vibe, his teeth looking like that of a rabbit. Your heart started beating just a little faster at the looks of the man, he truly was someone you would fall in love with at first sight.

Finally clicking that he asked you a question, you quickly formed incoherent words, “u-uhm yeah go ahead.” Really y/n? Smooth.

The mans smile widened, his head nodding in appreciation as he moved to sit in front of you. The male leaned forward, sitting just a little closer to you instead of leaving an awkward space. You quickly reached across the table, moving the dirty bowl and silverware that sat in front of him. He seemed pleased, offering a quiet thank you.

“I’m Joshua! But you can call me Josh, or Shua”

You smiled for the first time since you had been left alone in the café, “I’m y/n”. Joshua grinned, eyes crinkling at the corners. Cute. “Nice to meet you, y/n. I’m sorry I just kind of shoved my way over here”. You waved your hand out, the smile not leaving your face, “no it’s okay, truth be told I was kind of alone too” Joshua’s smile faltered a bit, his head tilting to the side a bit, “may I ask why? You don’t have to tell me of course!”

Meh fuck it.

“Myyy boyfriend, well now ex, just dumped me. Like 10 minutes before you got here” you weakly smiled, though it probably looked a little frightening in his pov. His eyes widened, his mouth opening then closing, “oh shit, wow, I’m so sorry y/n. That’s kind of a dick move of him to do it right before Christmas” Joshua swore at himself, seriously Josh? Way to overstep your boundaries.

You laughed, agreeing with the boy. “It was a dick move, huh? And the worst part-“ Josh leaned it, a huh leaving his lips, “it was because of a bitch he swore was just his friend” The raven haired man oohed, his face wincing at your words.

“What a classic douchebag move, wow. I’m sure he doesn’t deserve you, y/n. You seem like a great person” you blushed at that, face heating up at his remark. Stuttering over your words, you went with just smiling and looking away towards the waitress who was coming your way.

The blonde woman stood in front of your table, asking if there was anything she could get you or the cheesy man in front of you.

“What are your best Christmas drinks right now?”

The waitress pondered, looking at her notepad, “well we have peppermint egg nog, those are pretty good if you’re into mint. We also have double chocolate hot chocolate, which is basically chocolate milk hot cocoa instead of white milk”

Joshua took notice of the way your eyes lit up when she said chocolate, smoothly telling the waitress he’d like two double hot chocolates. You glanced at Josh in confusion, “two?” The male nodded his head, folding his arms in front of him.

“Mhm. I saw your face when she brought up chocolate, so I went on a whim and figured you’d like one too”

Is this an angel Gods sent your way in remorse of the way your poor, sad excuse of life has turned out?

The double hot chocolate was now your favorite drink, you ending up drinking both yours and Josh’s (he didn’t like the sweetness). The sun had started setting, meaning the café was going to be closing soon. The last 2 hours were spent bullshitting with the newfound friend in front of you, your mind completely forgetting the fact you had been dumped and Christmas was indeed tomorrow.

Josh kept you distracted, his witty jokes making you laugh and forget all your problems, all while his pretty face kept your attention on him. You could say you definitely weren’t ready to leave the café. Leave Josh. Do you ask him for his number? Is that creepy? I mean you’ve only known him for 2 hours, he’s still a stranger, and you were always told stranger danger. But damn, if every stranger looked and acted like Joshua, then danger was your middle name.

“This might be a little weird, but could I have your number? I swear I’m not trying to have sex with you, I know you’re literally just going through a breakup.”

Oh, well that solves that problem.

You laughed, already passing your phone to the stuttering man. He thanked you, sending you a message to let you know it’s him. Your phone dinged, signifying you for his text.

From: stranger from café

This is Josh! :)

You smiled at his choice of name, mumbling a cute to yourself. Unbeknownst to you, the smug male in front of you heard the comment, his cheeks turning a shade of pink.

That night after you had returned back to your quaint apartment downtown, you quickly shot Josh a text. Eagerly waiting for his response, you distracted yourself by making your favorite Christmas dish in the meantime.

The sound of your phone dinging in the living room caused you to stop in your tracks. You quickly tossed the oven kits on the counter and ran to check your phone. Why were you so excited, you just met him today?? Huffing, you unlocked your phone, your gaze immediately landing upon your text messages. His contact name popped up, following with a line of messages he responded with. You read through the messages, your eyes bulging at the last one:

From: stranger from café

Would you wanna spend Christmas with me and my friends tomorrow?

Your heart started beating fast, fingers quickly typing an

“Id love to” in response.

You were ready to get no sleep tonight.

Morning came faster than you anticipated, not that you could complain- it was Christmas! Though more importantly, you get to spend it with the cute stranger you met at the café.

You raise yourself from the comforts of your bed, vision still blurry from sleep. Normally you’d stay in bed, wake up whenever Seojoon decides he wants to be up, and do nothing but sleep and watch movies all day- not the most extravagant way to spend Christmas. Today was a change of pace, and whether the urge to vomit was excitement or nervousness you’ll never know. You yawned, stretching your arms over your head, before standing up out of bed and beginning to get ready.

After the process of fixing yourself up enough to not look like a gremlin, you were finally on your way to Joshua’s house. Your palms were sweaty as you knocked on his door, nerves running through your body. “Just be cool, y/n. He’s just a cute guy you met at the café and just happen to maybe think it was love at first sight, no biggie. Confidence bitch, confidence!”

“Did you just call yourself a bitch?” Your head popped up at the sudden voice, eyes locking with said cute guy. You chuckled nervously, muttering a no. Joshua ignored your nervousness, laughing instead and inviting you inside.

As soon as you entered the apartment, your nose was immediately met with the smell of honey glazed ham and freshly made bread. You followed Josh to where you were assuming is the kitchen, eyes mindlessly lookijg around his place. “Mingyu, this is y/n!” You softly smiled, waving at the tall brunette in front of you.

Mingyu walked over, wiping his hands on the apron he wore around his waist,

“Hi I’m Mingyu! I mean you kinda already know that cause he already said it, haha” you giggled, responding with an it’s okay as he smiled at you. You looked behind Mingyu, seeing the cause of the strong food smell when you entered. Your eyes widened, mouth opening just a tad, “holy shit, did you make all this?”

Mingyu‘a cheeks grew pink, eyes twinkling in happiness as he nodded his head in confirmation. You stood in awe, there must have been food to feed at least 20 people here, how did one man make all this? You looked back at the blushing man who’s hands were behind his back as he swayed side to side, “wow I can’t wait to try everything, it looks really good, Mingyu!”

Mingyu’s chest puffed, his cheeks becoming even redder than before. Oh my God he’s like a puppy, you thought.

“Josh I love her already, please keep her around”

Now you were the blushing fool, thanking Mingyu. Meanwhile Josh stood there watching the exchange, happy to see his friends were getting along. He smiled at Mingyus comment, “that’s the plan, Gyu”.

Josh continued to show you around his place, introducing you to his friends along the way. It was then you later realized why Mingyu had made so much food. Each of the boys seemed insanely sweet, some hyper and loud, but sweet nonetheless. You understood why Josh was friends with them, you would be too.

The two of you had made you way to the living room with everyone else, making small talk (or in this case loud talk because holy shit, 13 guys in one room is chaos) with the boys. You had gained a liking towards the youngest, maybe it’s because you were closer in age, but he was probably your favorite so far- other than the cute man-puppy you met earlier, of course.

“Let’s play a game!” The one you presumed to be Seungkwan suddenly announced, moving to stand on his knees.

Agreements were heard around the room, including you and Joshua. Seungkwan began to explain the rules to the best of his ability, separating everyone into teams of 2. Lucky for you, you really hoped at least because your competitiveness was no joke, you were paired with the raven haired boy.

The point of the game was simple: you and your partner were to complete each mission successfully, all while trying to be the first to complete it. Whoever finishes first the most amount of times, wins the game.

Let the games begin

“Oh my God again??!”

You fell to the ground hand cupping your mouth, tears threatening to spill as Joshua stood on the other side of you, laughing his ass off at his members' yell of frustration.

“I mean seriously people?! This is the 4th game you’ve won in a row!!” Chan’s cries were as loud as the music blasting over the tv’s speakers, his body crouched on the ground while his hands ruffled his dirty blonde hair in frustration.

You grabbed the towel on the table next to you, wiping the vaseline from your face as you stood up.

“Okay I think we have a clear winner- team cat eyes wins!” Seungkwans announcement caused you and Josh to scream victory, arms clinging around one another as you jump around. The rest of the boys watched, sourness from losing etched over their faces- especially the poor maknae who was currently having a mental breakdown on the plush carpeting.

Josh unwrapped his arms from your shoulders, stepping back to stand by your side. You could feel the sweat drip down the back of your neck, body completely exhausted from the last 2 hours of playing against the 13 competitive boys. The stickiness of the Vaseline was still evident on your cheeks, the makeup you had thrown on in the morning completely melted off. You patted Joshua’s shoulder, him turning his head to look at you, “where’s the bathroom? I’ve gotta get this Vaseline off”

“Ah it’s right down the hall, I’ll show you!”

Joshua smiled, heavy breaths leaving his mouth as he guided you. He flicked on the switch, the overhead light lighting up the bathroom with a soft orange glow. You thanked him, sitting on the counter as went to grab you a towel.

“Here ya go” he passed you the towel, going to sit on the bathtub next to the sink. You ran the towel under the faucet before beginning to wipe away the gunk that was sticky on your skin. Josh tapped his fingers on the tub, propping his feet against the side, “the guys love you”

You glanced over at him in the mirror, rinsing the towel before continuing to wipe your face, “what can I say, guess I’m loveable” Joshua laughed, his face scrunching up forming whisker-like lines next to his nose. “I can’t say I disagree.”

Your face was warm, and not just from the constant rubbing of the harsh towel. Joshua’s words had no intent other than pure friendliness- you knew this; but you couldn’t help the pink that spread against your cheeks. You suddenly forget that you’ve know the boy on the tub for a short 24 hours, your brain already working so many future scenarios that involve him.

You simply shook your head, a soft smile appearing on your face. You placed the now dirty towel next to the sink, turning to face Josh. “Ready to re-join the circus?” The man snorted, nodding his head, as you both exited the bathroom.

It was nearing midnight, meaning your Christmas festivities were coming to an end. The boys had left about an hour ago, leaving just you and Josh.

The sky was a dark grey, the streetlights highlighting the area with specs of white as the final Christmas snow fell. The coat Josh let you borrow was keeping you warm, but the boy currently huddled against your side made you content. Your hands were covered in a thin pair of white gloves, a to-go cup of cocoa from the same café you met Josh at currently being coddled in between your hands.

You looked over at Joshua, his face settled in a small smile as he watched the cars below pass by. His fringe was sprawled flat against his forehead, the cream colored beanie he wore covering the rest. You scooted closer against the male, his head turning down to look at you. Your head nuzzled against his shoulder, face being squished against his puffy coat.

“I’m really glad you came, y/n”

Joshua’s voice was gentle, his own gloved hands reaching up from its previous spot behind your back, fingers lightly moving your hair behind your ear. His hand cupped your cheek, constellation filled eyes looking into your own, “Would you hold it against me if I kissed you right now?”

You leaned forward, softly placing your lips against Joshua’s. Your noses pressed together as he moved his lips back against your own, soft breaths slipping through the small gaps. Your lips slowly detached, a thin layer of saliva the only thing keeping them together as you rested your forehead against his. “I think that was an answer, what do you think?”

Joshua smiled, “I think I’m gonna need a more solid yes or no”

“Oh yeah?” You grinned back, your lips already going to press on his own, his hands pressing against the small of your back. He pulled back, a soft pop sounding in the air from the disappearance of your lips against his.

“Ah see now I understand, thanks for clarifying”

You laughed, head leaning back while Joshua watched, his own laughs leaving his throat. A sudden gust of wind blew across the rooftop, your hair flying against your face. Joshua shivered, hands pulling you up from your spot as he stood up, “Wanna head inside? I have a soft bed and warm clothes with your name on it.”

“Does the soft bed come with a cute, shivering boy?”

Josh snorted, kissing your forehead before tugging you along with him towards the rooftop door, “the cute shivering boy goes wherever his adorable, shaking girl is”

True to his word, the change of clothes Josh let you wear were indeed warm. The clothes smelt of light cologne, the old UCLA sweatshirt long against your body, sleeves falling to the middle of your palm.

You currently sat against his beds headboard, Santa Clause playing on his tv. Layers of fuzzy blankets were covering your lower body, pillows propped against your back. The Christmas lights you found in the corner of his closet were currently strung against his walls, you insisting that you put them up.

The sounds of the movie were faded in the background, yours and Joshua’s laughter much louder in comparison. Pieces of cheddar popcorn were scattered on the bed and floor due to the failed attempts of tossing them into each other’s mouths.

“I think-“ you laughed, “I think this is the most amount of fun I’ve had on Christmas ever- actually scratch that, that I’ve ever had in general”

Joshua smiled, his hand pulling you tighter against him, “and I think I have to agree”

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nambamjun · 3 years

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Two Sides of the Same Medallion {KYC}

Pairing: Kang Yuchan x Reader (Female)

Genres: Greek and Roman Mythology, first meeting, strangers to friends, two witty and stubborn individuals arguing over a literal tree stump.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: This is for an ACEWRITERS event that I am absolutely thrilled to be a part of, Greco Roman Writes! Please feel free to visit the page if you have the time and check out all of the other lovely writers we have in the group along with their brilliant works! As always, comments are loved and welcomed, especially since I took one or two creative liberties with this one. I hope you enjoy ~<3

Nike is the Greek god(dess) of victory, and Victoria is the Roman goddess of the same calling. Of course they don't share the same universe... or do they? What if on a soft spring night the two would meet? Oh this is shaping up to be very interesting indeed...

There was really nothing to do. She had already run around the width of the largest island in Italy seven times. Every one of the laps felt the same, the proceeding taking just as much time as the one before it, and by the time she stopped she was only marginally out of breath, much to her great displeasure. The previous night she had counted once again how many times she could deadlift a six foot long tree trunk before growing bored (two hundred eighty three), as well as the number of pull ups she could perform from a sturdy branch before the same mental unrest met her (one hundred ninety seven). She really didn't feel like counting them again, even if it was to beat her own score.

So, no. There was, quite literally, nothing to do. This upset her very quickly. She hated having nothing to do. It got to the extent where she would almost rather there were fifteen tasks on her metaphorical plate than none, the overcrowding was almost easier to deal with than the silence. Sighing, she figured she would do what she almost always ended up doing - going to the wooded cliffs only a few miles away at the tip of Brindisi, sit against a tree, and look out over the Ionian Sea. The sun was set to rise in only few hours anyways and she never really did tire of the vibrant oranges, reds, and pinks dancing in the water's reflection.

She took her time getting there. She didn't exactly drag her feet but she didn't sprint as she normally would have. Might as well kill some time and take in the scenery. I haven't done that in a while. Ultimately she was glad she did. The spring's second bloom was in full swing and although the sun wasn't out to open up the flowering tree's petals their sweet fragrance still melded with the crisp night time air. Approaching the vista, she sensed that something was slightly off and her footsteps slowed to a halt next to a particularly large shrub. She peered around cautiously until her eyes landed on a form, seemingly human, leaning against the tree she has always claimed as her own resting place.

This alone made her eyes narrow, softly muttering, "that's my spot..."

Taking a deep breath she briskly walked on, making her way towards the offender and not even bothering to be subtle. They didn't look her way, not even when she stopped only a foot away from him. How rude. She could feel herself getting more and more petty by the second as she cocked her hip and let her arms cross loosely over her middle. She cleared her throat. No reaction. What the... oh come on... She lightly coughed. "Hello?"

The poor figure jumped and looked around frantically before meeting her eyes. "Oh my gods-" he gasped, exasperated, "-you scared me nearly half to death! You should know better than to sneak up on people like that!"

The prickle of annoyance lifted her shoulders. "Well excuse me for barging in on someone I've never met before who's sitting in my usual spot!"

"Hey this is my first time here! How was I supposed to know this is your spot?" He gestured dramatically to the ground around him.

"What should I put a sign there or something? Just nail one to the tree? Ah yes I can see it now, 'may no man, woman, or beast rest here; save for Victoria the great.' I could see that going over quite well," she huffed, the very essence of sarcasm dripping from her words as her eyes rolled once again. They settled on his face. He was actually quite attractive, now that she got a good look at him.

"So... your name is Victoria then...?" Just when I was about to let you off the hook, huh?

She sharply refocused her eyes onto his. "How do you know that?"

"You just said it...?"

"I most certainly did not!"

"Oh wow sure you caught me going off your nametag."

"Nametag??" She looked incredulously on her person for only a second before glaring at him. He didn't even have to open his mouth for her to know what he was thinking. His eyes lazily looked at her with a blank expression that said it all. Seriously? You fell for that? Sighing with a shake of her head she resigned herself to plopping down and leaning against a neighboring tree. Despite how much she wanted that spot it wasn't worth the effort, his wit was annoyingly just as sharp as hers. "Well, you know my name." He stared at her with... some other sort of expression, one she couldn't quite read. Curiosity? Recognition? It felt familiar somehow. Not just the look, something else that was so tiny she would barely even try to put her finger on it. "Yours is...?" She trailed off again.

He diverted his gaze for one or two seconds. "Yuchan."

"Yuchan?" He hummed in affirmation. She nodded her head, "good name, I like it. Took you a second to answer though, is that your birth name or one you go by?" His eyebrows rose highly.

She quickly realized the gravity of what she had asked. "Sorry if that-"

"It's just-"

They both looked at each other waiting to speak.

"You can-"

"You go-"

Small smiles crept over their faces and laughter threatened to take them both over. She reached her hand out towards him so as to say go ahead.

After a moment, "It's my own name, and it's okay that you asked."

A light and comfortable silence enveloped them. Names are a personal thing. She didn't want to outright ask but she did have a small twinge of curiosity that he picked up on by her contemplative expression. "Before I was born... people thought I was going to be a girl, so they named me Nike. It could probably have been seen as a guy's name, sure, but I never really liked it, so..." he turned his face forward to look out over the waters.

Curling her legs to her chest and loosely draping her arms around them, she slowly nodded her head again before resting her chin on her knees. "I respect that." Out of her peripherals she saw him slightly look over to her for only a second before refocusing on the view. She did the same.

Neither of them talked for quite a while. Crickets sung an aria that mixed with distantly faint rolling of water on rock, and every so often a rustle from the leaves of the trees around them dancing in the gentle breeze. It was so calm that for a few precious moments she forgot who she was, her responsibilities, and the challenges of being more than mortal. It was just her, the beautiful world, and her friend a few feet away. Friend... could she call him that? Might as well.

Unbeknownst to her, he was having almost the exact same thoughts. Or at least type of thoughts. He was glad he found this place, and even her, really. Home had been getting too much for him, his superiors only giving him more and more work to do, expecting him to be perfect all the time and be completely and unconditionally devoted to his work. There was only so much success he could give to others, though, before he would drain himself completely. That was something they didn't seem to understand. So, he stormed out, and somehow found his way to that spot. Wherever this spot even is, anyways.

This turned out to calm him down much more than he thought it would, and despite bolting from everything to be alone, the company was nice.

Meanwhile, the fact that her spot had been taken over for the night was completely out of the mind of the girl in question. She slowly allowed herself to be lulled into sleep, leaning more heavily against the tree and her fingers relaxing their grip on each other from around her legs. As unconsciousness settled around her like a heavy blanket he stole a quick glance at her relaxed figure. The corners of his lips turned upward and his eyes softened before looking back away. Exhaling softly, he knew he should get back, but he decided to stay for just a little longer. Just until the sun starts to peak over the horizon. Then I'll go.

But not yet, for now, he would stay there, in that spot, and with that girl.

A new friend.

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[[ Quick lil end note, no matter who you are, where you come from, or how you identify - you are valid, and you are loved. <3 ]]

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ourloveisforthelovely · 4 years

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Tease

Harry Potter

Pairings: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: Sirius was too old for you, too dangerous, and had too much baggage. That is until you go on a date with someone else and everything changes.

Rating: M- smut

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“He’s looking at you again.”

You didn’t even bother looking up at Tonks’ comment. You didn’t have to look up to know that Sirius was looking at you. There was no point in getting excited though.

“Tonks, I already told you that he isn’t interested. He already said that he was, and I quote, I am too old and too dangerous for you. There was some other stuff but I stopped listening at that point. When I heard that I’m too old for you part I stopped being hopeful.”

Tonks rolled her eyes and shot Sirius a scowl.

“I don’t know what the hell he is talking about. The age difference between the two of you is the same as Remus and me. Once we get a hold of Pettigrew, Sirius will be able to be a free man.”

“Yeah, well go tell him that.”

You muttered, trying to focus on the parchment that Madeye had put in front of you. Tonks' eyes rolled up to Remus and gave him a small shrug. What the two hadn’t told neither Sirius nor yourself was the fact that they were trying shamelessly to set the two of you up. So far they weren’t doing so well.

Meanwhile,

Remus watched as Sirius’ eyes stayed locked on you.

“Y/n is very pretty, huh?’

Sirius quickly turned in his friend’s direction.

“What are you two playing at?”

Remus shrugged with a careful grin.

“I don’t know what you are talking about. I simply stated that Y/n is a very pretty young woman. A very pretty single young woman who has had her eye on you for some time.”

Sirius glanced up again. Your violet eyes had rolled up to meet his grey ones briefly before looking away quickly.

“She thinks that I’m an asshole and she doesn’t need someone like me.”

“Someone like you?”

Remus questioned. Sirius wanted to smack Remus. If he wasn’t afraid of hurting his remaining best friend the other man would have been popped.

“I have too much baggage.”

Remus rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, mate. You’re missing a great opportunity. Y/n is kind. She honestly reminds me of her cousin, Lily.”

Sirius sighed. He didn’t want to think about how much that you reminded him of Lily. Maybe that was why Sirius’ heart ached every time that he looked at you.

“Can we not bring James and Lily into this? I don’t want to make them roll over in their graves.”

“I’m tired of telling Y/n that you suffer from asshole disease. She’s going to stop holding out hope for you one day and move on. You’ll be stuck in your bedroom with only your left hand for company.”

It took all that Remus had not to die of laughter at the expression on Sirius’ face.

“Well, I have to get going.”

Your voice pulled both Remus and Sirius from their conversations. Sirius was internally pleading with you to stay.

“Where are you headed?”

Madeye snapped. He hated admitting it but he had taken a fierce paternal liking to you. From the moment your little sunshine self came into his office to be trained as an Auror; Madeye took extra care to be almost a second father.

You sighed, miserably.

“I have a date with some guy.”

All eyes rolled nervously in Sirius’ direction. He was scowling angrily and if it wasn’t for Harry being beside him; Sirius would have been a total drama king and walked out.

“Does this guy have a name?”

Tonks asked, grinning. You shrugged.

“I’m sure he does but I don’t know it. Some girl that really needs to get a life set me up with him.”

“That’s the beginnings of a beautiful relationship.”

Sirius said in an icy tone that made you blush. If he would only grow a pair and ask you to be his girlfriend; you wouldn't have to be going out with these clowns that Tonks set you up with. You could be devoted to Sirius and have the lover that you so desperately wanted.

“I don’t know about beautiful, but he knows that I’m alive. That’s promising.”

Remus quickly came in before Sirius could say something sassy.

“We can make an excuse for you to get out of it. I got hurt. That’s believable.”

“It's okay Remus. The poor fool has been drooling over me for ages. It’s kind of obnoxious. Oh well, I’ll see you all later”

You turned and walked to the doorway followed by Tonks like an over-excited puppy. What you didn’t see was Sirius had slowly followed along too. He remained in the shadows as you pulled on your coat.

“Andrew isn’t that bad.”

Tonks said as she reached out fluffing your red curls. Your eyes rolled up to your friends.

“I haven’t been laid in months. Is it too much to ask for some halfway decent looking guy to just throw me over his shoulder or fuck me against a wall? This guy I’m going on a date with isn’t even cute.

Tonks giggled.

“Well, I am sure we can find you someone...somewhere”

You groaned. Why you had such shitty luck dating was still a mystery? Maybe it was because you worked too much or the fact that you didn’t put up with shit? It could also be the fact that you played tough but wanted some guy to have his way with you and pull the alpha card. Again...not asking for much.

“I’m beginning to think that it will take a miracle. There is hope, however, and it has batteries.”

You were relieved when Tonks continued her laughing fit.

“You’re just adorable...now go spread joy.” You gave her one final scowl before walking out the door muttering about people being crazy and lesbians having the right idea.

The next two hours were the longest and most boring of your life. Andrew asked you literally every question known to wizardkind. Your nickname for him was now “the question man.” Maybe it was Andrew being nervous but he was driving you crazy!

I need to stop comparing every man that I go out with to the man that I want.

You thought after drinking your third cup of coffee.

“So is that your real red hair?”

You looked up at Andrew from your drink.

“Uh, yeah. It came with me when I was born.”

Andrew nodded.

“Does the carpet match the drapes?”

Your mouth dropped at that question. That was the last question that you expected to come out of the man’s mouth. That was something that Sirius would ask to make you blush. Funny how it wasn’t near as witty coming from this man (who probably lived in his mother’s basement).

“Excuse me?”

You asked. Andrew motioned down your body suggestively with his eyes.

“You know...does the carpet match the drapes?”

You stood up and poured what was left of your coffee on the man’s head before storming out of the restaurant.

5 minutes later, you stood outside of Sirius’ house. You were ready to strangle Tonks! The woman was about to get tackled.

When you walked in, you didn’t notice Sirius sitting on the couch as if waiting for you to come back. He quickly stood up knowing that pissed off expression well. After all, he had seen Lily wear it many times.

“You don’t look happy.”

You nodded.

“Good job. Where is my dear friend Nymphadora? She and I are about to fight.”

Sirius closed his book.

“She and Remus are asleep. I take it your date didn’t go so well.”

You started laughing hard. Maybe it was your reaction or not being around other people for some time but Sirius was confused.

“What happened?”

“Well, I went on a date who is now known as the question man. We ended the night by him asking if my red hair was natural and if the carpet matches the drapes. I poured a cup of coffee on his head then stormed out. All in all, it was a lovely evening.”

Sirius only blinked as he took in what you said.

“Well, he kind of asked for what he got.”

You nodded.

“Oh yeah. I am never dating anyone again.”

“So if I asked you to consider being mine the answer would be no?”

That simple question made you freeze in your steps. You turned around looking at Sirius stupidly. He was leaned against the back of the couch with his arms crossed over his chest. You swallowed as you looked him over. Had his black jeans always been that tight and left so little to your already vivid imagination?

“We both know that isn’t going to happen. You have already made your feelings clear.”

You finally replied. Sirius smirked before rolling up the sleeves of the green sweater that he was wearing.

“Maybe I was wrong?”

He suggested. Sirius was going against his better judgment now. You were young, and whether you wanted to admit it or not, innocent. So much for trying to protect you from the negatives of his past. Sirius was ready to throw all of that out the window.

“Yeah, sure. I don’t know if anyone has told you this or not, teasing a girl’s feelings isn’t nice. You aren’t 16 anymore.” Sirius closed the gap between the two of you. His eyes were on your legs. The dress that you wore had been teasing him from the moment that you walked into the room.

“I know how old I am, love. I also know that I want nothing more than to get my hands on you.”

Your eyes were wide. Were you actually hearing this correctly? Sirius was hitting on you! He actually wanted you after all.

“You may just have to prove that.”

You said with a teasing smirk as your upper arms squeezed your breasts together discreetly. Sirius raised an eyebrow. He knew exactly what you were doing and, god damn it, you were winning.

“Why don’t you come here?”

When you didn’t move fast enough, Sirius’ hands were wrapped around your waist pulling your body to him. You moaned into the kiss as his tongue teased yours. How far this was going to go? You weren't sure. All that you knew was you were ready to go as far as Sirius wanted. You didn’t care if anyone walked in on the two of you either.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as Sirius lifted your leg over his hip.

“I want you.”

You gasped against his lips. Sirius raised an eyebrow.

“Lucky for both of us. I want you too. Now, why don’t you get this dress off and get on my lap.”

When he pulled away from you, you wanted to cry out until it registered what you were instructed to do. You quickly tugged the silver dress that you were wearing off as Sirius yanked his own shirt over his head.

Sirius quickly sat back down on the couch; waiting patiently for that damned dress to come off. He palmed himself through his jeans as he watched the bra and knickers fall to the floor.

“Come here, doll.”

You didn’t wait to be told twice before taking your place on Sirius’ lap. His mouth was on yours in an instant; kissing you hungrily. When he was able to pull away, Sirius smiled at how your lips were already swollen.

“If I didn’t want to be inside of you so badly I could spend hours nestled between your legs. I like the idea of you being a weepy moaning mess.” You rocked your hips against him as Sirius reached between your bodies to undo his belt and jeans.

“I think you are a little bit of a tease.”

You moaned as his mouth wrapped around the nipple of your right breast. Sirius gently nipped the sensitive flesh a few times as he was able to get himself free from his remaining clothing. Your head fell back as Sirius rubbed the head of his cock against your already sensitive clit.

“A tease that knows what he wants.”

Sirius growled. You kissed his nose before getting off of his lap. Sirius looked at you with worried eyes. If you cut off the love supply now; he would be crushed. The moment that you knelt down in front of him to tug his jeans down further; Sirius sighed in relief.

“I have been wanting to feel those pretty lips around me for a long time now.”

He moaned as your mouth closed around him. Sirius closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the couch.

“That’s a good girl. Damn, you’re good at this.”

You took your time sucking each and every inch. Sirius wrapped his hand in your hair, gently tugging.

“Get back up here. I can’t wait.”

You quickly got up and laid back on the couch. Sirius spread your legs before giving you an eyebrow wiggle.

“Time to make you come, pretty girl.”

The moment that he pushed in the both of you moaned. You lifted yourself off the couch to take as much as he had to offer. Sirius kept his eyes clenched while giving you time to adjust.

“I think that I am going to like spending a lot of time inside you.”

You bit your already swollen lip as you felt incredibly and deliciously full. Sirius remained motionless for a moment before that feral need to make you his returned full force. Your head slammed into the couch as Sirius remained balls deep fucking you as hard and deeply as possible.

“Feel good, baby?”

You could only not. You weren’t coherent enough to put actual words together.

“Fucking you so good that you can’t talk, huh? I can do better than that.”

Sirius increased his pace. Your eyes were rolling back in your head as the knot in your stomach began to form. Sirius closed his eyes as your body began to tighten around him.

“No coming yet.”

He said in a commanding tone before pulling out. You were left a gasping spasming mess as he laid down on the floor. Sirius put his arms behind his head and motioned to his cock.

“Come here and ride me like you mean it. Fuck me sore, baby girl.”

You slid off the couch (more like fell off the couch but who cares) and quickly took your place on top of your lover. Deciding to tease him a bit first, you gently rocked your wet core against the head of his cock. You leaned down gently nibbling your way from Sirius’ lips to his neck. He groaned beneath you.

The realization that he could do this with you every day was a pleasant one. You were as desperate for his touch as Sirius was yours. He was ready to throw whatever reservation that he had about the two of you being in a relationship away. As far as Sirius was concerned, you were now his.

“You like love bites, baby? You’re about to get a lot of them.”

Sirius didn’t even give you time to fully take him in again before flipping you onto your back. You cried out when his cock was back inside fucking your mercilessly. His mouth was one your neck leaving you gasping inaudible words as his teeth bit down on your sensitive flesh.

The knot in your stomach quickly began to form again as Sirius’ own movements became a little more erratic.

“Come on, sweetheart. I’m not lasting much longer.”

You felt what sense of control failed you as Sirius used his middle finger to press firmly on your clit. Two seconds later the two of you were coming apart at the same time. You couldn’t move as the ecstasy flowed through your veins making you feel finally pleased. Sirius meanwhile, continued to lazily rock into you until rolling to his side to cuddle you.

“Believe it or not, I really didn't plan that.”

He said, kissing you gently. Your eyes rolled up to meet Sirius’ gaze.

“I’m glad that it happened and I am fine with it happening as much as you would like.”

Sirius wrapped himself around you as much as possible.

“With you being my girl now, I would hope that it would be that way.”

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imagining-supernatural · 4 years

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The Thanksgiving Party

Part 22 of Seventy Percent

Series Summary: When you left on your trip to Vegas, you’d planned on letting loose for one last weekend before heading back to reality and getting your affairs in order so your best friend wouldn’t be left cleaning up your mess when your cancer finally ended your life. What you hadn’t counted on was waking up married to a celebrity who has a knight-in-shining-armor complex, connections with an oncologist, and amazing insurance…

Chapter Summary: It’s Thanksgiving day and you spend it with Sebastian and his friends

Word Count: 1,927

The door closed with a soft click and you made your way through the unfamiliar room to ungracefully collapse on the bed. Three hours into the Thanksgiving celebration and you were ready for a nap.

Surprisingly enough, you hadn’t wanted to leave the group. If it hadn’t been for your body warning you to take a break, you would have still been socializing with Seb and all of his friends. Large groups were never your thing. The nine other people in the apartment would normally be enough to spin your mental wheel of excuses to leave early.

I’m sorry. I have to go. My (spin wheel) chipmunk just (spin another wheel) gave birth and I obviously have to go help.

But your mental wheel was becoming dusty with disuse.

It was strange.

You settled on the bed with some pillows to prop you up into a lounging position and pulled out your phone to call Jasmin. She picked up on the fourth ring.

“Hey Y/N! Great timing. You just saved me from having to change Zander’s diaper.”

The cry of her nephew came through her phone and you smiled. “You’re welcome. How’s he doing? And the rest of your family?”

“They’re great. Well, not my dad. I think he’s finally going to have to change a diaper. First diaper he’s changed since… well probably since I was out of diapers.”

“It’s his grandson. He should change a diaper.”

Jasmin laughed and the sound was immediately followed by the slam of a door. “Sheesh, that was a doozy. I don’t think I’ve seen that much poop since… I don’t think I’ve seen that much poop ever.”

“That’s what he gets for bragging that he’s never changed his grandchildren’s diapers.”

“Yeah. Anyway, enough about my family’s shit. How’s your day going?”

While you spoke, you pulled a blanket over yourself and burrowed further into the pillows. “Not too bad. Seb’s friends are great and I’ve actually been having fun.”

“Good, I’m glad.”

“Yeah. Brittney and Josselin actually set up a lunch date with me next week. So I might have some friends here besides Seb, Sean, and the nurses.”

“Not that Sebastian’s just your friend.”

Jasmin just couldn’t stop fishing. She kept wanting you to admit that you were in love with him or something. Which, honestly, might not be too far off base. You doubted you’d ever meet anyone more amazing than Sebastian. But with the intense situation you were in, how could you believe the feelings that came out of it?

Sebastian was, quite literally, your knight in shining armor. Or knight with a shining arm for most of the week.

So, no. You weren’t going to admit anything to Jasmin. You didn’t want the weight of that on your shoulders. You were simply enjoying whatever the hell you had going on with him at the moment.

“Mmm, no, he isn’t,” you mused, hoping she would get her hopes up. “He’s also my husband for insurance purposes.”

“And tax purposes,” she pointed out.

Holy shit. “I’m going to have to file my taxes as married, aren’t I? Fuck. That’s… fuckin’ weird.” There was a moment longer where you pondered on that before shaking your head. “Anyway. I just figured I’d give you a call while I had a moment alone. I should probably take a nap for an hour or so.”

“New treatment that bad?”

“Let’s just say I have a feeling that I won’t have the energy to even be bitchy for the next few weeks. But mid-January I’ll have the surgery and it’ll have been worth it.”

The two of you shot the shit for a while longer before hanging up. Within five minutes of closing your eyes, you were asleep.

“Hey, Y/N. Time to wake up.”

You shifted away from the hand on your shoulder with a groan. “No.”

The bed shifted and you felt someone lay down on top of the blanket behind you. Sebastian’s familiar arm curled around you as he fitted his body against yours. His lips were at your ear when he whispered, “Josselin and Mike are pulling out the pies.”

“I think I’d rather stay right here with you,” you murmured as you freed your arm from the confines of the blanket to grab his hand. Cuddling up with you was really the worst possible way he could have chosen to try and get you out of bed.

“But… pie. And ice cream.”

“I’m comfy.”

Despite your stubborn words, you forced yourself to start waking up more. Sebastian trailed his finger up and down your arm before heading toward your face, making you scrunch up your face and pull away from his finger. You felt his laughter at your back and couldn’t help your own smile.

By that time, you were awake enough to pull away and lay on your back, looking up at him.

“Hi,” he grinned down at you.

“Hi yourself.”

“How you feeling, sweetheart?”

“’m good. Still tired, but that’s not new.”

“Good. You really wanna stay in here?”

“Nah. Ice cream sounds good. And I like your friends, so…”

God, you could just stare into his blue eyes for ages. You never understood the phrase drowning in their eyes until Sebastian. And his soft, pink lips pulling up into a smile? That rough stubble on his cheeks… How in the world was he so fucking perfect?

His smile grew for a fraction of a second before he leaned down and kissed you. It lasted just a second before he pulled back and sat up. “They like you too. C’mon, let’s go.”

This time, you let him pull you up and guide you back to the kitchen. Several people had bowls with ice cream and pie already, so Sebastian headed right over to the counter to start filling his own. When he offered you a bowl, you held your hand out to refuse.

“I’m still full. I’ll probably just steal a few bites of whatever you’re having and call it good.”

“Why do you think I’ll share?”

“Why do you think I said steal?” You shot right back, tilting your head. “I’m not asking for your permission; I’m just giving you fair warning.”

Mike came up and threw his arm over your shoulder, motioning to you with his other hand. “C’mon, Sebastian. How can you say no to that face?”

Playing along, you gave Seb your best puppy dog eyes and pouty lip.

“Ganging up on me, I see how it is,” he muttered, unable to curb his own smile.

“Hey, you and Jaz gang up on me all the time. Turnabout’s fair play, babe.”

Once everyone had their desserts in hand, you all moved to the living room. You tried to claim a corner of the couch to hopefully fade away and just enjoy observing the witty banter and friendly insults that were being flung around the room, but Sebastian sat right next to you and pulled your legs over his lap. With one of his arms curled around you and the other balancing the bowl of ice cream and pie in your lap, you were right in the middle of every conversation Sebastian got pulled into.

After an hour or so, you felt yourself drifting off. A few people had left and the energy in the apartment simmered down to a more intimate setting. That, combined with Seb’s warm body against yours, lulled you into that space between consciousness and unconsciousness. You were floating just outside of dreamland.

“I like her,” you heard someone say quietly.

Sebastian shifted enough to get your head more comfortably on his shoulder and he hummed in agreement.

“She seems good for you,” the other person said again. Josselin, maybe?

“I like to think so,” Seb murmured.

“She gonna come to Thanksgiving next year, too?”

“You’re nosey, you know that Joss?”

“And you’re avoiding answering the question.” There was silence, then a heavy sigh from Josselin. “I’ve known you a long time, Sebastian. And I’ve never seen you with anyone that you literally cannot keep your hands off of. And not even in the I can’t wait to get you in bed kind of way.”

His hand absently rubbed up and down your thigh. “Yeah, well…”

“Well…? Well what?”

He took a deep breath. “The original plan was to get a divorce once she’s recovered.”

“Plans change. Your plan was to have a fun time in Vegas and get back to your life like normal. Now look at you. This isn’t what your life was like before. At all.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. He pressed his lips to your brow and murmured, too quiet for Josselin to hear, “It’s better.”

“Hey, Y/N, look at this.” Sebastian plopped down on the armrest of your chair, careful of the wires and tubes attached to you. “So, you know how Joss was taking pictures like crazy yesterday?”

You nodded. The only time Josselin didn’t have her camera aimed at one of her guests was when she was eating, or when Mike stole the camera to take pictures of her. Never in your life had you met anyone who took so many pictures.

“She sent me some. Look at this one.” He handed his phone to you, keeping his eyes on your face for a reaction. No pressure for you, or anything, right?

A snort of laughter escaped you and you grinned. The screen was lit with a picture of a laughing Sebastian trying to feed you ice cream, while you leaned back as far as you could without falling off his lap. Ice cream was smudged on your cheek and your own lips were caught in laughter. You hadn’t known she’d gotten that moment on camera.

“That’s a good picture,” you said softly, zooming in on your faces. Both of you looked so carefree and happy… you doubted you’d see that side of yourself until well after the surgery.

Assuming you made it to surgery.

“I was wondering…” Sebastian said hesitantly. Immediately, you looked up at him, waiting for his question. Rarely was he unsure of anything. “How would you feel about me making an Instagram post with that picture?”

What could it hurt, right? The hype around you and Seb had died down since neither of you commented on the hype. So his post would bring you back to the spotlight for a day or two… you weren’t going to look online anyway.

“That’s fine. It might be nice to have a non-paparazzi photo of me online,” you joked.

“You sure?” he asked, but he was already half-smiling, ready to start making his post.

“Yeah. If there’s one thing I remember from Jasmin’s, uh, fanatical Supernatural phase, it’s that fans like to know that their favorite celebrities are doing well when something big happens. You’ve been quiet about… us. Being married. The cancer. I think a post showing you laughing would go a long way with your fans.”

He dropped a kiss on your brow before moving back to his chair across from you. He was tapping away on his phone for quite a while before he finally sat back. Your phone vibrated, alerting you that he’d tagged your neglected Instagram account.

Pulling out your phone, you saw the picture and immediately saved it to your phone. Beneath the picture was the caption:

According to Charles Dickens, “There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor” and I’m so thankful to have Y/N in my life to infect me with her laughter and humor. #Thanksgiving2019

Four fluffy parts in a row?? What has come over me?? But doesn’t that picture just seem so adorable??

CHAPTER 23: THE FIFTH CHECK-IN

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radiorenjun · 4 years

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Lavender Antics

→ Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

→ Summary: Shooting in a drama with him was your absolute nightmare. Working with your enemy and pretending that you were love interests has been the most frustrating experience of your life. Though, after saying your farewells, the scent of lavender never leaves.

→ Genre:enemies to lovers au, idol au, romance, angst, slowburn, comedy.

→ Warnings: Explicit Language. Antics. Mentions of insecurity. Alcohol, Making out. Suggestive?

→ Chapters: 3, 4, 5

"Okay, so, today we went out for some onigiris and lemme just say. These things are literally to die for!" you groaned exaggeratedly, taking out a packaged onigiri from your bag which you bought earlier. You were video chatting with your members, making them suffocate as they watch you devour the rice treat.

"Man, I wish we could've snuck in some back when we were there for our tour." Kiyeon groaned, wiping the drool off the corners of her lips. "Fuck you, y/n! I'm hungry now, and I just had lunch! Not even 30 minutes ago!" Haneul whined.

You laughed, almost choking on rice. "Look at the bright side. When someone asks what did I eat to become so attractive, I could just say 'rice'" you say with a smug shrug. "You did not just quote Jackson Wang while eating an onigiri." Jaehwa huffed with a shake of her head.

"And on the other side, package us some onigiri. Watching you eat in such an ASMR way is making me crave Japan food," Cheonsa chuckled. You took a big bite of the rice treat in your hand before shaking your head, "bitch, you wish you were me right now. But for unceremoniously embarrassing me-"

"Well we attempted, you ran away."

"Embarrassing me! I think y'all don't deserve this exquisite treat." You rolled your eyes when your members cut you off in the middle of your sentence. "Jesus Christ, I'll book a ticket to Japan right now and-" Kiyeon grumbled angrily, opening her phone to pretend as if she was purchasing a ticket.

"Don't be such drama queens. There's onigiri in nearby supermarkets, you could just buy some. Or even better, make some!" you laughed, throwing away the plastic wrapper in the dustbin. "Make some? Girl, who do you think we are? Gordon Ramsey? This ain't Masterchef. I ain't cooking shit if it doesn't mean I ain't getting some cash." Cheonsa sassed.

"Well, I-" you started before you heard a loud obnoxious groan that could be heard from the inner cores of the earth. "OH MY GOD," the male voice groaned in annoyance. Your eye twitched in annoyance as you let out a sigh, looking back at your co-star as you leaned back against your makeup chair.

"Y/n? Who's that?" Haneul asked. You didn't answer her as you continued to glare a hole into the boy, across the room from you,'s head. "Could you keep your masturbation down?" you snarled in annoyance.

"Y/n!" you heard your members scold in a motherly tone at your sexual insult but you ignored them. "ME? You're the one practically blasting your friend's voices up the roof, I could feel blood begging to ooze out of my ears." Jisung shot back.

"What's gotten your panties up in a twist, asshole? Forgot to take your daily dose of warm milk like a baby?" you hissed. "Okay, you two. Before you two start World War III in this here trailer I'm going to cut you both off and tell you that you guys have another scene to shoot." Your stage director chuckled.

You ignored Jisung's loud groan as you look back at your friends with a sympathetic look, "you guys heard the man. I gotta go," you smiled, your thumb hovering over the hang up button. "You better call us tonight, for real this time, y/n." Jaehwa jokes.

"Of course, even though you all treat me like shit, I miss you guys!" you exclaim with a giggle. "It's our job as members to treat you like shit. Plus you treat us the same." Kiyeon responded with an innocent nod. " What she meant was we miss you, too." Haneul gave the older girl a hard glare before waving goodbye at you.

"Bye!" you waved as your members did funny poses as they, too, waved. You giggle as you pressed the hang up button, putting your phone down on the table before walking out of the trailer.

As you arrived at the scene, your makeup artists touched you up with some small blush and brushes to adjust your hair and gave you your school bag. Jeongin standing with a bright smile next to you, "good to see you, y/n." he greeted.

"Jeongin, I literally saw you two minutes ago back when you were playing with your switch in your trailer." you chuckled. "Is it wrong for me to say hello to my little friend?" he smirked, holding the strap of his bag. "Little? I'm older than you." you laughed. "Older? Yes. Who debuted first, exactly? Me. So treat your senior with respect." Jeongin giggled as he got his props on.

"Alright guys, this is the scene where you two are just casually talking to each other and then Jisung runs up and etcetera. You know the drill, you read the script, now focus." your director announced through the speaker as he sat down on his chair.

"Lights! Camera! And Action!"

You clutched your phone as you layed down emotionlessly on the couch in your trailer. You just got news from your family that your grandmother had passed away a couple hours ago. Your mother called you to tell you the news in distraught.

Your sweet grandma that always forced you to eat whenever you were under the pressure of sustaining that perfect idol body. You felt numb and you didn't want to get up to shoot scenes anymore. You just want to be buried under layers of blankets and get up when all the sadness evaporated from your body.

But yet again, this is life. You gotta do what you gotta do. And you can't even go to her funeral considering you were hundreds of miles away and you have an extremely busy schedule ahead of you.

You heard the door open, your make up artist bowing politely at you. You sighed, getting up to sit on the chair infront of the mirror. "Miss. You okay?" they asked as they applied on some concealer underneathe your eyelids.

You hummed sadly, your eyes half lidded and looking down as you fidget with the script in your hands. You lazily flipped through the pages, trying to revert your mind away from the sadness in your gut so that you could memorize your lines.

When you were done, you head to the changing room to put on your costume before going to the makeup room to get some touch ups. Some of the staff questioned your silence and gloomy aura considering you would always joke around on set or make a member of the staff hault their movements to make some witty comments bout the script.

As you got your hair done, you saw your costar come in with a cup of Starbucks in her hand. "Rough day?" she asked, looking at you with hooded eyes as she sipped on her caffeine drink. You nodded slightly, trying not to ruin the hairstylist's work on your hair.

"Mood, girl. Director-nim says that we'll be shooting the next scene in ten so you have quite some time to pick yourself up." she informed as you gave her a weak smile in response. "Honestly, I wanna go back to sleep. Maybe go around to eat some mochi, I heard there's a mochi store nearby and it's to die for."

For the next ten minutes, you continued to hear her suggest all the good cheap snackstores around the area. When you finally got called, you forced yourself to get up from your chair and put down your phone and script on the table.

"I'm going to head out to buy those takoyaki balls outside. I'll buy you some if that'll cheer you up, my treat." she nudged you side with a soft smile which you gave her a small chuckle before shaking your head sadly. "No thanks. I don't feel like it." You walked out of the make up room and onto set.

You were immediately approached by the director telling you what to do in the following scenes, you just gave him a small hums and nods whenever he finishes his sentences.

"Looks like little y/n is out of it, today." Jisung snickered behind your back, making you let out a small huff before clenching your fists to calm yourself down. "Wow. No comebacks? Must be my lucky day!" he exclaimed.

You ignored the smug boy before walking infront of the camera and nodding at the directors that you were ready.

"Are you on your period or something?" Jisung asked as he stood beside you near the bus stop on the way to the hotel. You've been tormented through the day with his harsh remarks and the sadness in your gut just deepened.

You couldn't wait to be engulfed in the warm sheets and cry your frustrations out. You felt like you were bout the burst out sobbing at any moment. "Fuck off, Han. I'm not in the mood." you muttered under your breath.

"Oh, so you finally started talking again? What's got your panties in a twist, Huh?" he chuckled.

It may be because of pure exhaustion, but your vision blurred shortly and for a split second, you saw your grandmother smiling at you with a tray of your favourite treat in hand. Her voice crystal clear as she spoke the words "Y/N, come and eat!" which lingered in your mind.

You shook your head as you felt your eyes tear up. You can't just stand here and wait for the bus and continued to be harassed by this donkey any longer. "I said, fuck off, Han. I'm not in the mood." you said in a much bolder tone as you started to walk away.

And it didn't take long for Han Jisung to catch up on your tail. "What's up with you being all sad and shit the whole day? It's funny to see you like this. Did sad hours open early for you? Seriously, you're acting like somebody died or so-"

"I SAID, FUCK OFF, HAN. IM NOT IN THE MOOD."

You turned to look back at him with your eyes bloodshot red and your bottom lip trembling pathetically. You gazed at his shocked expression before relaxing your gaze and sniffed, covering your face with your scarf as you shivered at the cold wind.

"Leave me alone, Han Jisung. Please. " you sniffed before walking away from the baffled bou who stood there frozen in shock. He didn't even notice the bus that he was waiting for the past ten minutes had finally arrived.

"Hyung!" a voice snapped him out of his trance, making him look back to see his little maknae waving at him in line of the bus. He turned, hoping to see your small figure slowly disappearing but you were long gone.

He sighed as he walked towards the bus and sat next to Jeongin who continued to babble about who knows what. But the only thing Jisung couldn't stop thinking bout was your form trembling on the brink of tears.

this was so bad lol

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queensdivas · 5 years

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That Silly Wig!

I’ve never written a short so fast in my entire life of my God! Not a super long one because I have other stuff to do sadly!

I was deeply inspired by the recent drawing of @eileen-crys with her comic and I literally threw everything aside to write this! I gotta stop doing this kind of crap so much so I can focus on my remaining school work! But anyway. Hope you enjoy!

That lovely artwork of hers!

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Rounding up what Freddie calls the Deaklings was a lot more difficult than you could ever imagine. Have to make sure that Laura has her favorite stuffed animal, making sure Michael wasn’t annoying Robert too badly, then packing the diaper bag for Josh and his favorite toys. And all without a nanny! Super Mom right here! Though Chrissy has made it very appealing to finally get one but Robert and Michael are basically grown children so it’s a little easier now in a sense.

But today is meant to a very good day for the six of us which includes Deaky. We’re finally spending some family time by taking them out for a picnic in Bushy Park! We’ve been wanting to take the kids there for a while, yet our timing has been non existent. He has to do some filming for a new music video then on lunch he plans on taking a longer one for us to go.

“Alright kids! We’re moving in t-minus five minutes!” Yelling up the stairs for the thunder of children to start running down the stairs. Robert and Michael were the first ones down as Laura was slowly making her way down with her stuffed Fox Brian gave her when she was born.

Grabbing Josh's diaper bag from the floor to throw on my shoulder to then pick him up from his play crib. He wrapped himself around me as I picked him up. Kissing the top of his forehead as I walked out of the house, locking the door to see the kids are already in the car ready to go. Man did we raise some very well behaved kids! Until Robert and Michael start fighting over their toys.

We arrived to the set where they were filming their new music video as the kids beginning to bounce around in the backseat. I pulled into the parking spot to see Brian coming out with his hairs all in plastic curls in his hair and in his regular clothes.

“Uncle Brian!” Laura screamed as they all rushed out of the car to hug their Uncle. I got out to unbuckle Josh for him to cling himself on me again. Ever since Josh was born he’s always just kept himself attached to me and for a reason he hasn’t really had much interest in John which is very concerning. Maybe it’s just a very long phase.

“Well hello there Daisy! What brings you to our neck of the woods?” Brian picked up Laura who gave him a huge hug.

“We’re going on a picnic to Bushy Park!” Richard yelled as we began walking into the set for the hustling and bustling of the crew.

“Say. Where’s Chrissy anyhow?” Asking Brian as he put down Laura.

“She’s got work and the kids are off with my parents for the week so Chrissy and I could have some us time.” Nodding as we turned the corner for Roger to come strutting out in a school girl outfit! Trying to not laugh but Robert was already losing it.

“Uncle Roger is dressed like a girl!” He began strutting himself towards us to make Laura and even Josh giggle a little bit.

“Can’t believe you managed to round up all Dealings in such a fashion!” Roger commented as Robert finally stopped laughing at Roger’s getup. I’m guessing that this was either his idea or Freddie’s idea. But I’m definitely leaning towards Roger at this point because he’s really enjoying himself.

“Let me guess Roger. This was all you?” Asking as he took off his sunglasses to wink at me. Oh goodness it was! Well he looks fantastic! Brian took off his robe to appear in a pink nightgown and to slip on his pinky bunny slippers. Oh dear God! Wait. ARE THOSE JOHNS PINK BUNNY SLIPPERS!? I got John those slippers back in college because he always complained about his feet getting cold whenever he would come over for homework! He still kept them?

“Love the slippers.” Even one of the buttons is missing when Robert pulled them out when he was a baby. I know it seems stupid to be happy about a old pair of bunny slippers but ya know. We’ve been together for so long and with all our children, it's easy to forget the times when we would do silly stuff like that all the time.

“Mommy where’s Dad?” Laura asked as we could hear John and Freddie laughing down the hallway as Paul came out of the dressing room. He looked at us to roll his eyes and continue on his way to wherever he was going. Paul says that bringing our kids to the studio or the set isn’t a good idea, so John always makes sure we stop by to say hello.

“Dad is probably getting ready so we shouldn’t disturb him okay.” I told her as she held onto her toy fox a little tighter. She is definitely daddy’s little girl and at this age feels kind of empty without him. Trust me it’s difficult when he’s at the studio for ungodly hours and she wants John to read her a bedtime story. She doesn’t throw temper tantrums or anything, just gets all quiet and holds onto her fox a little tighter. Such as she’s doing now. Brian bought that for her on her first birthday and she loved it ever since. Trust me she will never let go of it even if her life depended on it. But it is pretty cute so who could blame her.

Roger began walking us to where they were getting ready with Michael riding on his shoulders and Robert walking ahead of us. Not sure why but Michael has always found Roger to be his favorite out of the three of them with Robert being close to Freddie since he spoils the living hell out of them for birthdays and holidays.

“How’s the music going Rog?” I asked him as we rounded the corner to hear Freddie laughing.

“It’s going great! Freddie’s got another hit in the works so it should be something pretty good as always.”

“Awesome! And how's Dom?”

“She’s doing fantastic! Plan on taking her to Switzerland for the week to celebrate our anniversary.” Oh my god when John and I went to Switzerland before Michael was born was such a wonderful time!

“That’s awesome! Tell her I said hello obviously.” Smiling to see Freddie coming out of their dressing room in their costume. Oh my god they look terrific! Freddie wearing a beautiful black wig with huge pink earrings and pink lipstick. He wore a pink sleeveless top and a black leather skirt.

“The Deaklings!” He laughed as Robert ran towards him and gave him a big hug. Like I said Robert was his favorite and Freddie loved Robert. Hell I think Freddie would want to be his godfather.

“Uncle Freddie! Did Dad tell you we finally got a cat!? She’s super fat, super furry, and the biggest green eyes!” Robert told him which made me smile.

“Never thought she would let you! What’s its name!?” Robert dug into his coat pocket to pull out his Polaroid of the new cat.

“Her name is Matilda!” He handed Freddie the pic as he smiled for the fuzzy cat on the picture. Yes we finally got a cat for the family because they’re easy to take care of, and hello! It’s a cat!

“She absolutely gorgeous. Oh my goodness she’s humongous! Can’t wait to meet her whenever I come over for tea!” Him and Robert began going off as John came out of the dressing room looking like an old lady with puffy grey wig. I couldn't help myself to start laughing for my husband to be looking like my own mother! What on earth is Roger doing to my husband!

“My dear husband what has Roger done to you?” Walking over to him as he placed his hand on top of Josh's head to kiss him. Josh turned himself to start reaching for John to scoop him up and give him another forehead kiss to leave a lipstick mark on his head.

“He’s brought me to misery.” He groaned as he leaned in to kiss me. Giving each other peck to see Robert giggling again at John with Michael just smiling.

“Dad why are you dressed up like grandma!?” Robert laughed with made Freddie laugh. Robert definitely gets Deakys witty comments and his ability to make everyone laugh.

“I think you look cool Dad!” Michael cheered.

“Thank you Michael!” John smiled at the children as Freddie grabbed their hands to start walking them to the set for the free food.

“I’m assuming you’re having loads of fun.” Keeping my eye on Josh for him to latch himself around John as I was hoping in the end. Phew.

“Darling of course.” He kissed my lips again as Laura was still hiding behind me. She squeezed her stuffed Fox trying to hold back her sniffling. Her eyes began to water as her sniffling continued to grow a little more louder.

“That’s not my dad, that old lady doesn’t look like dad..where’s dad..” Wait what? We looked down to see her starting to cry.

“THAT’S NOT MY DAD! WHERE IS PAPA!” Laura exploded in tears as we both looked down at her in confusion. She hid her face behind her stuffed Fox for not knowing her own father before her.

“Laura that’s papa! He’s just wearing a silly costume.” Trying to make her smile but it was not working whatsoever. She was still sobbing as John kneeled down to me to hand me Josh. He moved her in front of her so he could face her and try to calm her down.

“Laura, my princess it’s me! It’s just a costume and a little makeup.” He whipped her tears away so she could see John in all his makeup. She still wasn’t convinced so he ripped off his wig for his poofy hair to expand!

“See? A silly wig and makeup!” He smiled to toss the wig on the ground for her to stop crying. She moved the fox away from her face as she jumped into his arms.

“You scared me Papa!” He got up with her in his arms as her fox dangled behind his neck.

“I’m sorry Princess! Papa wouldn’t scare you on purpose!” John held her tightly as he was so upset he made Laura cry. Even though he’s busy with his work, he loves our little Deaklings with all his soul and hates it when they’re upset. Especially his princess.

“Mr. Hamish doesn’t want you to cry now does he.” He grabbed her fox to place in front of her so she could hold it again.

“No Mr. Hamish doesn’t want me to cry Papa.” She giggled as he put her down on the ground to hold her hand. He even went so far to scoop Josh from me so he could walk with his kids to the set. Grabbing his wig from the floor to watch as he walked away with our children laughing with them.

How is it even possible to love someone so much? I feel like my love for him could explode as he’s such a wonderful father, a loving husband, and one cheeky devil.

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theintelligentfool · 4 years

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heyyyy im trying my hand at writing romance-ish stuff and posted the results! lmk what you think :)

“Oh, for the love of-” Ajax groaned, quietly, under his breath. The elevator door had opened to let someone in. And it was a face he’d recognize anywhere, even in civilian clothes.

It was none other than his archnemesis, Professor Sinister, the most dastardly supervillain in the city. His jet-black hair and cool blue eyes were the same as in-costume, as were his sharp facial features that his domino mask didn’t cover. His distinctive black cape and tuxedo-esque costume were gone, however, and in its place was a plain grey turtleneck and cream-colored jeans.

It was odd, seeing the Professor in casual civilian’s clothing, though Ajax had to admit it looked good on him. Not that the costume didn’t, but it was... oddly humanizing to see his archnemesis dressed like a normal person. Ajax had heard other people refer to the Professor as attractive before, and while he hadn’t disagreed, he felt like he understood those people a little better now. Not that it meant anything, of course. The Professor was his sworn enemy, evil, and all that.

The Professor didn’t seem to recognize Ajax, which was good, though it was uncomfortable standing right next to him in the small elevator. Ajax didn’t know what he’d’ve done if the Professor had recognized him. Have a fight, maybe? That’s what usually happened when they interacted. But the elevator was a small, confined space, and he was in civilian clothing. And also on the way to a job interview, though if Professor Sinister worked here, Ajax was fairly certain he didn’t want to anymore. He’d still go to the interview, of course, but if he could find anything else, he’d decline to work there.

The elevator stopped. Ajax checked the buttons. It was his floor. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the Professor doing the same thing. The doors opened. There was nothing but a wall in front of them. Ajax didn’t dare speak, for fear of getting recognized, but internally he was cursing up a storm.

The Professor groaned. He pressed the ‘call’ button on the elevator.

“Hello? Can anyone hear me? The elevator is stuck between floors, assistance required.”

It took a couple of minutes- a couple awful, agonizing minutes that stretched like hours- but there was a response. “Remain calm. The elevator is being repaired. It should be freed within five hours.” “Thank you.”

The elevator beeped again, signaling the call was over. Ajax could no longer contain his rage. “No! No, no, no, for Christ’s sake! I can’t be trapped here!” He started pounding, futilely, against the walls of the elevator.

The Professor looked at him, raising a single eyebrow. “Claustrophobic, are you? Anyway, don’t forget, you’re not the only one trapped here.” “I’m not claustrophobic at all, actually. And I am well aware that I’m trapped in here with you, of all people, by the way.” Confusion and concern flickered across the Professor’s face for a brief moment, an expression Ajax was usually thrilled to see. “Rude,” he said, after a brief pause. “What on earth do you mean, me of all people?” “Forget it.” Ajax huffed, sneering, before he sat down against the wall. “We’re gonna be trapped here for a while. I want to interact as little as possible in that while, if you wouldn’t mind.” “...Sure.” The Professor sat down as well, rolling his eyes.

A few minutes passed. Ajax was very pointedly not looking at the Professor. The Professor, however, kept glancing at him.

“I’m sorry, you just- you seem very familiar to me. Do I know you? Have we met before?” Ajax suddenly laughed. “You could certainly say that, Lefty.” The Professor suddenly stiffened. “But the only person who calls me th-” “It’s me, Teach. Now the big reveal’s outta the way, can you please shut up? Bad enough I’m stuck here with you and you’ll probably use my civilian identity against me, but can we at least not make it any worse than it has to be.”

The Professor sneered, his entire demeanor changed. “Whatever you say, Cap’n.”

Ajax didn’t even comment on the Professor’s mockery of his name. It’s Captain, and he knew it, as he would often point out. Captain Incredible, and don’t you dare forget it. But he just was not feeling up to a banter. “Listen, if you want to have a fight, go for it, but we’re both in civilian clothes and this elevator has barely enough room for the two of us to sit. Anything more than slapping is going to end up badly for the both of us.” The Professor blinked in surprise, another expression Ajax would have loved to see on him at any other time. “What, that’s it? No correction? No banter? Are you sure you’re actually Captain Incredible…?” He furrowed his brows.

“Yes.” Completely deadpan, Ajax shut his eyes. He rubbed his forehead in a way he rarely felt the need to do in the presence of his nemesis, or while in costume at all. He felt a headache coming on.

Slightly stunned, the Professor went quiet. Thank God for that, Ajax thought.

A few more minutes passed, when finally the Professor couldn’t take it. “Really? No banter at all? None? Not a single witty joke or sarcastic remark or flippant one-liner?” “Fine, here’s a one-liner: I’m really not in the mood for banter. Or, for that matter, conversation.” “Technically, that’s two lines.” “Listen, lefty, I told you- I’m not in the mood today.”

“Wow. I know I’ve always said you need to shut up and stop making jokes, but it’s honestly really weird not hearing them from you. Are… Are you okay, Cap?” The Professor looked extremely uncomfortable as he asked. Ajax laughed humorlessly. “Wow, lefty, asking your sworn enemy if he’s okay? Are you going soft? One wonders what that will do for your reputation.” He carefully dodged the question, not really feeling like lying, even to the Professor. “It’s just the two of us trapped in an elevator. My reputation is irrelevant right now. And if you try and tell anyone it even happened, I’ll deny it ‘till the day I die.”

Ajax rolled his eyes, but he was feeling a little bit better. Their banter always seemed to lift his mood. “Can I ask a question?” “Go for it, teach,” Ajax said flatly. He wasn’t feeling that much better, though.

“Why do you call me ‘lefty’? Literally no one else does and I have always wondered. I’m not even left-handed!” The Professor gestured as he spoke, pointing at his left hand. “Oh, easy question. I thought you already knew. I looked up synonyms for ‘sinister’ online one day, and apparently it also means ‘left-handed.’ Who knew?” “That… that answer makes more sense than I thought it would,” admitted the Professor.

To this, Ajax simply shrugged. He didn’t really have enough energy to continue the conversation.

About an hour passed in silence far more comfortable than sitting practically right next to your sworn enemy should be. After a while, the Professor even brought out his phone.

“You know there’s no real signal in here, right?” “I know, I’m just playing Tetris.” “Shut up, there is no way in hell that you, the officially most dastardly supervillain in the entire city according to a recent census poll, literal evil incarnate, genuine public nuisance, disruptor of the peace, actual literal supervillain, child kidnapper, the world’s worst jerk, the guy-”

“You done?” “-with the literal worst score in the history of ratemyprofessor, horrible interrupter of sentences, frequent guest star in children’s nightmares, plays freaking Tetris.” “I have hobbies outside of evil, you know.” The Professor seemed vaguely miffed. “Sure you do.” Ajax over-exaggeratedly rolled his eyes.

A few more moments of comfortable silence passed, marked only by the very faint Tetris theme playing from the Professor’s phone. Ajax resisted humming along, for the most part.

“Okay, wait, hang on, what’s your high score?” He had to ask. “Eh?” The Professor paused his game and looked up, tilting his head slightly to the right. “On Tetris. Your high score.” “378,067. Why?” Ajax checked his own phone and compared scores. “Oh, damn it!” “Oh? Do you happen to have a lower high score than I do?” The Professor did a full-on evil cackle, at least partially for comedic sake. He was really good at the manic cackle.

“By literally thirty points. I swear to God-” “Ha! This is great. You’ve practically admitted your inferior intelligence to me.” Ajax went bright red. His intelligence was a sore subject. “Thirty points is almost nothing, and you know it.” “But do you? That’s the real question. Can your tiny monkey brain comprehend numbers properly?” Ah, yes, the most antagonistic side of their banter, usually where the Professor mocked some trait of Ajax’s, and Ajax would respond with a rude comment of his own. It was always about as good-natured as the rest, but for this particular topic, Ajax was a little less willing to crack jokes or put up with harsh comments. “I don’t know why I’m even talking to you.” “Exactly: you don’t know. You’re incapable of using logic and reasoning. Something unsurprising to anyone who’s known you for more than ten minutes.” The Professor grinned, all teeth. “Just… Just shut up, alright? I really don’t need to hear any more comments about my intelligence or lack thereof today, okay? Please?” His voice cracked a little, and internally, he cursed himself for it. The Professor blinked in surprise. This was not a usual occurrence. Usually, the two would match each other, comment for comment, attack for attack. It rubbed on them both the wrong way whenever the dynamic became unbalanced in either direction, Ajax knew that much. It always made him feel guilty, somehow, when it was unbalanced in his favor. He wasn’t sure about why the Professor disliked it, though. Ajax liked to think the Professor also felt bad when the dynamic was unbalanced in his favor, though that was just wishful thinking.

The Professor, in a surprising turn of events, shut up.

“...Thank you.” Ajax mumbled, quietly.

The Professor nearly jumped in response to the thanks, looking startled, and then like he finally had the last piece of a puzzle.. “You’re not Captain Incredible! You’re some sort of clone! That explains the lack of proper banter, too… You’re an insult to his name!” The Professor leaped to his feet, seemingly ready to attack. Ajax raised an eyebrow. “Since when do you care when my name is insulted? Half the time, you’re the one that’s insulting it.”

“It’s not your name, it’s the Captain’s name.” The Professor wrinkled his nose in distaste.

Ajax rolled his eyes. “Is this the part where I’m supposed to answer a question only I would know the answer to?” “Very funny, clone. What have you done to the real Captain Incredible?!” “Again, since when do you care what anyone’s done to me? You’re the one to... do things to me, for lack of a better way to phrase it, well over half the time.” “I’ve done nothing to you, clone. That accusation might be fair game if you were the Captain. But, as you are not, that accusation is null and void and meaningless.” The Professor glared. “I swear to god, lefty. This is getting old fast. I’m the real me, the real Captain Incredible, you got me to admit it live on the elevator camera that may or may not exist and the microphone that may or may not exist. Well done, you did your evil scheme, but jokes on you, I have stopped caring.” The Professor seemed a little startled. “What evil sch- Oh, actually, that would have been fairly clever…” The Professor paused for half a moment, considering it, before snapping out of it. “But no, I wasn’t planning on anything like that. And that’s another proof you’re not the real Captain, you don’t care about his secret identity. I once saw him nearly- key word, nearly- kill a lower-level villain for even implying he knew his name. At least stand up and fight me or something instead of just sitting here.” Ajax did not stand up. “Wasn’t my proudest moment.” He shrugged. “Listen, Prof, I’m telling the truth. I’m me!” He exclaimed, exasperatedly. “If you wanna know so bad why I haven’t been bantering or what have you and don’t really care about my secret identity even half as much anymore, you could've just asked! God, you’re so dramatic.” Ajax was not always against his nemeses’ tendency to err on the dramatic side of things, being a fair bit dramatic himself. But it was rather annoying at times.

Ajax took a deep breath. “My girlfriend found out about my secret identity about a month ago and broke up with me. It was messy. It was horrible. My heart was broken. And to make it worse, she pulled some strings and got me fired from my job. I’ve been officially unemployed for the last three weeks because she was mad about me keeping a secret from her even though the secret could have cost her life. I’ve been a mess! She kicked me out of our apartment, too, and now I’m living with my old college roommate and trying desperately to get another job. I’m here to apply, actually.”

Ajax took another deep breath. “Today in particular’s been really rough because almost the entire time I was there at the apartment this morning, my roommate kept making passive-aggressive comments, mainly about my intelligence, which has always been a bit of a sore spot for me anyway.”

“What a complicated backstory for a clone.” The Professor narrowed his eyes. “Lefty, I swear to whatever god is listening, I’m not a clone. You know what, I’ll even tell you something to prove it, something I’ve never willingly told anyone who’s met Captain Incredible. My name is A-” “No.” The Professor shook his head vividly.

“Eh? It’s what you always wanted, isn’t it? Know my name, go after my family, make life a living hell for everyone I’ve ever loved? I don’t care anymore. I’ve got no real friends outside the Heroes’ League, my family disowned me years ago, and ‘everyone I’ve ever loved’ is a list that seems to be shortening itself.” “Look, clone, I don’t know how much of what you said is true, and I don’t care to find out. I owe the real Captain Incredible at least that much respect. I’m not interested in uncovering his identity, name or other details aside. And what’s more, I don’t want a clone of him telling me anything he doesn’t want me to know.”

Now it was Ajax’s turn to blink in surprise. “That was… honestly surprising to hear. And kind of nice, if I’m being honest. It’s nice to hear you hold me in such positive regard, lefty. I think I kind of needed to hear that at least someone does. That, and I think that’s the actual nicest thing you have ever said to me.” Why did he want to smile at that? It wasn’t that nice of a comment, and surely he couldn’t be that desperate for praise- from the Professor, of all people.

The Professor seemed to soften a little, before immediately hardening again. He sat back down. “I still don’t think you’re the real Captain, but you don’t seem immediately hostile.��

“Well jeez, real sweet. Not immediately hostile. This whole clone thing is driving me nuts, teach. How can I prove to you I’m the real me?”

“Well, obviously, you can’t. Any personal secrets, I wouldn’t be able to verify, and most of our interactions show up regularly in news articles.”

“Seriously? Nothing I can do? At all?”

The Professor thought for a moment. “Fine. A question only you and I would know the answers to. I thought of one.” “Well? Get on with it.” “Where did our real first battle take place? Not the one that got published and shown on TV, but the one with just the two of us where you called me a lily-livered cur.” A ghost of a smile seemed to flicker across the Professor’s face at the memory, but it was gone before Ajax could be sure. “Uh, hang on. I know it was somewhere by Central Park, I think, ‘cause there was that mugger and it was right by my apartment… Ha, that was when we still had our first costumes. Gosh, we looked so stupid. Anyway, final answer, Central Park, by the hydrangea bush. I remember it almost fondly, truth be told.” He probably shouldn’t remember it fondly. It was a battle with his archnemesis. But it was his first battle with him, and they’d both been so stupid about the whole thing, and it was funny to think about and somehow incredibly nostalgic. Which made it a pleasant memory, despite his knowing better. “Well, damn. It really is you. I mean, unless whatever pretending to be you is able to see your memories… Or you told someone and I didn’t know…” “Lefty. I’m warning you.”

“Fine, fine. Paranoia off.” The Professor mimed flicking a switch off, to prove his point. Ajax tried not to smile at that.

Ajax took a deep breath. “Does that mean you believe me about everything else now, too?” “Yeah, I guess so. Sorry to hear it, by the way. That sounds like it really sucks.” “You’ve got absolutely no idea, Teach.” Ajax chuckled humorlessly, but still managed to crack a small smile. And at that, silence fell over the two of them. Once again, it was a far more comfortable and companionable silence than any silence between two sworn enemies has a right to be.

“Attention, passengers of elevator 7B! There have been delays in attempts to fix the elevator. The projected time for your rescue is now ten hours. Over and out.” “WHAT?!” Ajax screamed. “No! No no no! Come on!”

“What, can’t stand any more time in my company? I’d rather thought we’d been starting to get along.” “We’re still sworn enemies, you know. And I still don’t like being trapped for ten hours with anyone.” Ajax sighed. “Besides, you’re still evil.” He said that as much to say it to the Professor as he did to remind himself of the fact. “And what exactly is that supposed to mean?” The Professor asked, clearly upset. Ajax briefly regretted his comment, but did his best to ignore it.

“You’ve still hurt people, stolen from people, committed heinous crimes against the citizens of this city. A villain’s a villain, teach. You were voted the official single most dastardly supervillain in the city for a reason.” Again, Ajax was speaking to the Professor as much as he was saying it to remind himself. This man is not your friend, Ajax, he reminded himself. “Hey, y’know what? I’m the only prominent supervillain in this city, probably in this continent, even, without a death count. That’s gotta count for something.” The Professor almost looked genuinely hurt, but Ajax hadn’t seen him with that vulnerable of an expression before enough to tell. “I hurt people mainly when it is unavoidable. I’m mostly just about teaching everyone a lesson, you know that better than anyone. It’s not like there was any other way to get my message heard, and to get people to listen.” “Oh yeah? And what message exactly is that, huh?”

“The rich have done nothing for our city. Our country. The lower classes suffer, straining under the weight of the upper class, the 1%, and so does the climate. But apparently, pointing that out and trying to actually do something about that is villainy.” “No, that’s activism. Honestly, it's a great ideology, in theory, and I could respect you for it, but that’s not exactly what you’ve been doing. Kidnapping the mayor’s son, however, and holding him hostage? That is villainy.”

The Professor gave a shrug. “It’s the only way he would listen, and the only reason I did that was so I could get him to pass a law restricting pollution here in the city. But before I could even send the ransom note- and really, is it even ransom since I wasn’t asking for money?- you and several other quote-unquote “heroes” showed up to take the little brat back. I didn’t hurt a hair on that kids head, despite what you seemed to think, and I even went as far as going out of my way to prevent injury to him during his, however brief, stay. I didn’t even knock him out!” “I… I didn’t know that you weren’t asking for money,” Ajax said after a minute. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to recall what the mission briefing had been like. All the director had said was that the Professor was holding the mayors son hostage. On one hand, it was still definitely evil to kidnap a child, but on the other, the Professor did kind of make a point. “Or what you really were asking for. And while I suspected, I guess I didn’t actually know that you also were going out of your way not to hurt him. The other heroes rationalized it by saying you hadn’t begun torturing him yet, or whatever, but I wasn’t quite sure. It’s a nice confirmation, I guess.”

“I’m sure it is.” There was little warmth in the Professor’s gaze. He seemed irritated at the subject having been brought up. “That’s not my only plot for a better life that you and the other quote-unquote “heroes” have foiled. It gets frustrating, sometimes. I mean, I have to keep up appearances and reputation, now, because if any other supervillain in the city gets the notion I’m not as sinister as my name suggests, or on the side for a better future at any cost, or what have you, I’ll be fed to the sharks. And I mean that literally.”

“Sounds gruesome.” “Oh, you think? I hadn’t noticed,” the Professor said, sarcastically. “Being an official villain has its perks, though. I get my message out, some people listen, and I get the resources of the Villain’s League. I mean, it’s not easy having everyone in the city who doesn’t live under a rock hate everything about you, but I have a decent disguise- though I’m not really surprised you recognized me- and no one’s figured out my identity yet. I’ve never really been one to care about others' opinions of me anyway.”

Ajax didn’t really know what to say. The Professor was trusting him a lot with this information, and he didn’t know what to do with it. Mostly, he was trying to make peace with the fact that just about everything he thought he knew about his archnemesis was wrong. Practically the only accurate things he actually knew about him prior to this encounter were that he looked good in spandex (not that Ajax would ever admit this to anyone), he had a wry sense of humor that was sharp enough to cut, and he had a hell of a right hook. Almost everything else was a dumb assumption about ethics. Ajax honestly kind of felt like he owed him an apology, at this point, but didn’t know how he’d take it.

But he couldn’t just not say anything.

“That… Honestly sounds really rough. I’m sorry to be one of the people that made it rougher.” The Professor seems thoroughly surprised. “The Captain, apologizing? Are you sure you’re not a clone?” After one look at Ajax’s expression, he chuckles. “Kidding, kidding.”

“I may not agree with all of your decisions, and I’ll still try to stop you when you’re plotting to take over or what have you, but I can understand your intentions are noble. I’ve made too many assumptions about you, I think, and your villainous title.”

The Professor paused for a moment, searching for the right words to respond with. “...Thanks, Captain. I’ll be honest, I still disagree with how you’re going about heroism, but I can also sort of see how you’d think that I can respect what you do.” Ajax was surprised not to detect the expected note of condescension in that last remark.

“And what more could I really hope for?” Ajax smiled, one of the few genuine smiles he’d ever shown to his nemesis.

“A higher score on Tetris, maybe?” Ajax’s expression very quickly became a comical, over-exaggerated scowl. He retained composure for about a minute before he burst out laughing. The Professor joined in laughing too, and for once, it wasn’t a maniacal cackle. Ajax decided he very much liked the sound of it.

A few hours later, filled mostly with silence and partially with a comfortable conversation and banter, Ajax checked his watch. It was nearly 11 at night. So that’s why he was so tired. He leaned against the elevator wall. “So, how much longer should it be, now?” “Maybe an hour and a half. Are you really comfortable sleeping right here in the elevator?” “That should be enough time for some shuteye. I’m very, very tired. I think I’m comfortable with most sleeping positions and places right now.” “Fair enough, I suppose. But still, with another person right there? Your sworn enemy, no less? There’s no way you trust me that much.” “Don’t be ridiculous. If you were going to try and attack me, you’d’ve done so already. Admittedly, though, if you’d asked me this morning if it was even a possibility, I’d’ve laughed in your face and called you an idiot.” Ajax shrugs. “The elevator rules seem to be different than normal fight rules.”

The Professor nodded in agreement. “Oh, and speaking of normal fight rules, are we ever going to be acknowledging this? Whether vaguely in public ‘something happened’ or by simply agreeing to go a little easier on each other?”

Ajax paused for a moment. “That’s a good question. Well, I don’t think we can acknowledge it to the public or any news outlets, that just feels like a violation of privacy. And if we go easier on each other, are we still archnemeses? Do we have to get new archnemeses?” The Professor scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous. I could never be happy with another archnemesis. You’ve spoiled me for anyone else. None of them will have the same banter.” “Honestly, I feel much the same.” And more besides. Their rivalry was a relationship he didn’t really want to lose. Even before the elevator, he’d considered them to be very good rivals. They knew each other, shared a sense of humor, and had enough respect for one another that neither evil schemes nor heroic plans ever went too far. That was more than what he could say about most archnemeses. Of course, they still hated each other, or had hated each other, but there’s a very special kind of hate for an archnemesis. Sure, you’re against everything they stand for and they could say the same of you, but you just sort of clicked together and, on special occasions, could almost be like friends. Friends who hate each other, sure, but still. “Couldn’t get the same theatrics from Molerat, now could I?” That, and somehow, the idea of the Professor fighting someone else the same way the two of them fought made him uneasy. He’d almost say jealous, but that’d be ridiculous. Possessive, even more ridiculous.

But not unaccurate in either case, not entirely. Ajax chuckled inwardly at the thought. “Ugh, don’t even speak his name to me, Captain. He is the worst. He threw dirt at everyone at our last Villain League dinner party.” “Oh? Do I have a competition for my rivalry?” Ajax joked. He did his best to sound casual, but honestly he really hoped not. Sure, probably not, he trusted the Professor at least that much, but, well, still. He was too tired for this.

The Professor put his hand to his chest, miming a scandalized expression. “Why of course not, Captain. Besides, didn’t I just say you’d ruined me for anyone else?” Ajax laughed, before trying to get back into character to finish the joke. “A filthy liar like you’d say anything to fool me, Professor. How can I trust a word out of your mouth?” The Professor gasped, trying to hide a grin. “How could you say such a thing? I’d never lie! Not to you, Captain, never to you.” Ajax made a show of softening his expression. “Oh, Professor, you know I didn’t mean such harsh words. My rage got the better of me again. I know you’ve been faithful.” They both burst out laughing. “Well, I don’t know what that was, but that was fun.” The Professor said, miming wiping a tear from his eye.

“I think it counts as improv. Hey, wasn’t I about to go to sleep?” “Oh, I suppose you were. Still, there’s only an hour left before we get rescued. Is that enough time to sleep?” “Enough time to try, at least.” Ajax yawned and stretched his arms- difficult, due to the cramped nature of the space, only narrowly missing the Professor- and leaned into the corner of the elevator. He shut his eyes.

Next thing he knew, the elevator was moving. They reached their floor. “Haha, yes!” Ajax pumped his fist excitedly, tired as he was. He stood up, slowly, stretching his legs. The Professor stood up as well, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“Ready to go to your job interview, Captain?” “Eat sh-” Ajax cut himself off, suddenly remembering they were in an office workspace he’d been about to apply to. “Language!” The Professor gasped again in mock scandal.

“Yeah, yeah. Anyway, what were you here for? I know I was here for the job interview, but were you? Or do you work here?” “Oh, I work here. I was on my way to my cubicle. But, as it’s past midnight and no fault of mine I wasn’t able to get anything done, I’m just going to go home.” “Yeah, that seems reasonable. If you were anyone else, I’d tell you to be careful, shady stuff happens to people who walk around the city after dark.” “But you wouldn’t tell me? I’m wounded, Captain. Do you not care about my health?” “Somehow, Professor, I don’t think you’re in any danger from anything shady this city has to offer. Most dastardly villain and all. You’re practically half the shady stuff that goes on after dark, no?” “No, actually. I’m usually at home after dark, and at this time of night I’d be asleep. With very few exceptions for very special schemes.”

“Fair enough,” Ajax conceded. They walked together, talking all the while, until they reached the doors.

“Good night,” The Professor said, smiling.

“See you tomorrow, maybe?” Ajax offered.

“Oh, I dunno. None of my proper evil schemes will be ready by then.” “Aw, that’s a shame. See you when your schemes are ready, then.” “Oh, I might think of something for tomorrow. Maybe I’ll rob a bank, that’s a classic.” “I look forward to stopping you.” And he honestly did. Ajax grinned, not entirely intentionally.

“See you then. Be careful, by the way. I heard shady stuff happens to people who walk alone at night after dark...” The Professor said, cryptically.

“Ha, ha.”

And so, the two of them parted ways. They’d both agreed to never speak of the incident to anyone, and Ajax trusted that neither would.

#i tried my hand at writing romance!#concrit welcome #this is my first time posting any of my longer writings btw #im new to the scene #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing #fiction #superhero fiction #enemies to lovers #creative writing #implied romance #part 1(?)

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Because things have been odd lately...

I know some people aren’t understanding my behavior in the last week or so. I know I’ve been “off”. I know I’ve been less interactive. I know some people have taken silence and lack of response on my part as something personal against them.

It’s not.

I’m going to tell you something. If you clicked and continued reading, then you care enough for this to matter, or you’re curious, or bored and looking for someone else’s drama to entertain you. It’s fine, I’m the same way.

But this is important, to me at least.

For the first time in my entire life I said five words that I never thought I would hear myself say, out loud, in my kitchen, in front of another human being. Granted, it was in the middle of some of the worst pain I’ve ever had, at the peak of one of the most stressful weeks I’ve had in ages. But I still said it, and I can’t stop thinking about it now.

Just five words. Five words I’ve never even said inside my head, much less out loud.

I wish I was dead.

A lot of you don’t know me apart from what I share with you online. Fandom stuff. Writing. Funny stories about my kids and pictures of whatever. But those of you that have gotten to know me a little bit beyond those things know that this, those five words up there, that isn’t me. Those words are not something you would ever hear me say, or even hint at. I’m not depressive. I don’t have suicidal thoughts or ideations, I never have. And I still don’t. But nothing stopped those words coming out of my mouth, no safe barrier flew up to prevent my tongue forming them, and now I can’t unhear them.

I don’t think I meant it. I know I didn’t. I think the wording of it is important - I didn’t say I want to die. I said I wish I was. I’m sure it had everything to do with the pain and the final frazzled unraveling of my nerves, because I’d felt for three days at that point like I was about to go full blown into a nervous breakdown. But when they hit my ears carried by my own voice, there was no stab of nervous panic at hearing them. Just sort of...

I don’t even know. I’m not going to go too far down that road, because I don’t think it ends anyplace I want to be.

This is where it starts, I think, at least the recent part of it. I’m not going to go back further to the obvious roots of an entire life of twisted bullshit because I’m actually dealing with that a lot better than this. And a lot of this likely won’t make sense to a lot of you - I’m sorry. Read on if you wish...if not, no hard feelings.

Most of you know a little bit about my oldest son, the one we call Big. You probably know him best as my witty smart longsuffering angel who copes on a daily basis with his trialsome frootloop of a younger brother. Some of you also know he has some struggles and that he’s come so far and done so much. You all know how proud I am of him. He’s my first, the one I nearly had to let go of before I ever knew him, the one I almost had to let go of myself for. He’s the one I’ve tried to carry to the far side of hell so he can step safely through the door onto cooler ground while my own feet are on fire.

I’m afraid I’m losing him. He has made profound, astounding leaps of development this year. But something has happened, and I don’t know what or why.

He’s suddenly regressing in some ways. He’s losing his ability to maintain eye contact, something that’s common for children with his wiring differences but that he’s never had a problem with until now. He repeats himself constantly now. Sometimes it’s nonsense, though I know it makes sense to him somehow. I can give him the same answer to a question or the same reply to a comment ten times in an hour. Sometimes more.

He wanders off on flights of fancy, telling himself stories that he sometimes shares with me, about people he knows and places he goes. People and places he’s created for himself. He’s always known they exist in a separate world, but lately he’s been introducing them to us as if the worlds no longer have walls around them. And he actively fears some of them.

He drew a face and handed it to me yesterday.

That’s him, he said. And then he told me he loved me, and that he would do his best to protect me from him. I don’t know who him is.

This year he started to master physical contact, which is a big thing for him. He’s always been loving but never physically affectionate. Never hugged or kissed people, not even me. His hands have always been kept away from everyone, his physical self kept carefully apart from a world full of bodies he distanced himself from without a second thought.

Several months ago he decided he wanted to learn how to hug, so we worked on it. He got good at it. He was understanding the rules of it, determining appropriateness of timing and recipient, various reasons for extending or offering physical touch. The science of it, which was the only way he could understand it. And he got to where he enjoyed it and it didn’t causes him distress or discomfort. He even lost the awkwardness. It was no longer like hugging an automaton...it felt like hugging a child.

And now suddenly he just holds on. Won’t let go. It’s like he’s afraid to move away, to sever the connection. It’s no longer just a curious desire to feel contact with another human being, to overcome a facet of “otherness” that he’d noticed in himself. Now it’s like a fear of the space between us. He doesn’t want to let go.

As I write this he’s sitting on the floor in front of me, not interacting, just being close. He isn’t looking at me. I don’t know where he is...he’s somewhere else, but he’s making an effort, a desperate one it feels like, to stay near me. But it feels like every day he goes further and further down a road I can’t see, and from time to time he’ll look back over his shoulder and remember that this is where he needs to be...but he keeps walking.

I’m scared for him. When I speak to him now, his eyes nervously dart to other places. Faces have begun to disquiet him. He flinches at noises that he’d gotten used to. He tries to maintain eye contact, he realizes what he’s doing and pulls his eyes back to my face, but they dart off again quickly to some empty space beside me.

He goes into his other places more often.

He’s losing his ability to connect.

I don’t want him to disappear into some other world where I can’t follow him. But I don’t know how to pull him back to the safety of this one.

I don’t even know if this is the safe one.

I’m not the best person to help him right now. I’ve been cranky. I’ve been having chronic migraines for weeks. I haven’t been easy to get along with. I’m trying, but sometimes it feels like all my physical, mental, emotional energy goes to everyone else and leaves nothing for me. My argument with myself is that I’m the mother, it’s supposed to be like this. But I feel like I’m dying sometimes.

More so lately.

I lost a baby recently. Very recently. I didn’t tell anyone because I knew from the start something wasn’t right and there would never be any good news to announce. My hCG levels stopped rising and never went any further. I’ve been sick from that - physically a little, emotionally a lot - and haven’t wanted to deal with anyone or anything. Just working with Big, trying to hold onto him somehow. Trying to keep Little under control, which is...an undertaking of such astronomical proportions that I don’t even know where to start. He has issues of his own and I haven’t been a very effective parent for him lately. He’s frustrated, I’m frustrated. We’re all frustrated with each other.

I’ve been dealing with some fairly huge internalized trauma from other things as well, in recent days. Things from the past that I never realized were tearing me up until I took steps to distance myself from them. I won’t go into it here, right now. You’ve seen random posts from me about it, and you’ve seen me go off on people for not understanding. You’ll probably see more of it. I’m just beginning to realize how bad things were. I don’t know yet how to deal productively with any of it.

I’ll figure it out.

I don’t need someone to solve my problems. I vent to soothe my nerves and no other reason. It’s how I deal with whatever shit is eating me. Please don’t feel the need to help me or try to fix anything, or even feel obligated to offer sympathy - god please don’t, because that’s not what it’s for. If you see a rant from me it simply means I’ve hit a point where I will explode if I don’t put words to my feelings. This is the only safe place I can do it.

Also please know that if you do say something kind to me in those moments and I don’t say anything back to you, it’s nothing you should take personally. I love you. I just can’t tell you that I do.

If I go quiet for days, don’t take that shit personal. It’s nothing to do with you.

If you say something that triggers me and I get rude with you, don’t take that shit personal either. I’m weak these days. My whole life has been about controlling myself and my every response to everything, tiptoeing around every other human being on the planet with the enforced belief that literally everyone’s feelings are more important than my own. That I’m not valid as an individual, that only my usefulness to other people is important. And I’m finally done with all that.

But I don’t know how to do it right. I’m a fucking child as far as allowing myself to react to things. I’m having a really rough time right now and I’m getting myself through it however I can figure out. Ignore me if you must. Just don’t take it personal, because none of it is about you.

I’ve found some things that help me cope and make me feel better. I’ve been keeping them separate from my main blog because I know most of you are here for one type of fandom content, and my other interests aren’t it. But I’ve just realized...this is my blog, and I’ve spent my whole life hiding things I loved because other people didn’t like them or didn’t approve.

Not here, not anymore. Not so much in my personal life anymore, either. If I like it I will say so and I will share it because it makes me happy. I’ll do art and writing for other fandoms in addition to the one you originally followed me for. You know you’re free to share in it with me or not, I don’t have to explain that. I’ve had my share of people claiming they would read anything I write no matter what it is, only to have them vanish the second I start writing something outside their preferred fandom. It’s happened more often than I care to mention, but there it is. And that’s their right and choice, I respect that. But it’s not going to stop me from writing what I want to write. Not anymore.

I write because I need to. For me. I share it with the rest of you. People have come at me recently in the comments section at AO3 expressing their dislike over various things, and I’ve responded politely with as much accommodation as I can muster. I think I’ve allowed a lot of reader entitlement concerning my work over the past five years, changing things to suit people even if it didn’t suit the story, simply because they barked at me about something they didn’t agree with.

I won’t be doing that anymore. Because if you’ve read this far, you’ve likely realized at least one thing -

Pretty much everything I write is based in some way on my own reality.

It hasn’t always been pretty. And things get really rough sometimes or veer way off down a twisted road before they get resolved, just like life tends to do. I don’t write a lot of easy fluff these days. It’s your right to read it or not, but I do ask that you respect my right to write what I choose, because it’s my coping mechanism, and sometimes I have a lot to cope with. And I do that by turning real life bullshit into something entertaining, because the best thing you can do with monsters is put a goofy hat on them so they can’t scare you anymore.

At any rate, this is a not so quick synopsis of why I haven’t been particularly fun in recent days. I try, but it gets on top of me. I’ve felt ignored, shunned, overlooked. I realize that is sometimes my default assumption, that I’ve worn out my welcome and no one cares anymore. I also realize that sometimes it’s just that other people have their own shit to deal with and they probably haven’t even noticed I was gone. But I came back after a few days of silence to some hurtful shit that I know was done with intent, and I’m trying really hard to overlook that.

One of my few redeeming qualities though, I think, is that I bounce back fairly quick...so give me a few days, a couple of weeks, whatever, to get my bent up self back into shape. I’m handling more than I can handle at the moment in my life outside of here, and I can’t hand it over to anyone else for even a minute. I’m doing my best. I’m not okay right now.

I will be, but I’m not going to rush it.

Nothing good survives being rushed.

#I don't even know what to tag this as #there's a lot of potential triggers in here #so I guess just proceed however you see fit #I only have the energy to type all this once so instead of giving it privately to a few I'm slapping it down here for anyone who wants it #I won't reply to anyone who wants to be abusive

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albapuella · 4 years

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How to Lose a Lover in 10 Days or Less: A Comprehensive Guide to Becoming a Future Romantic Failure (Chapter Three)

AO3

Fandom: Homestuck

Summary: How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days AU Dave needs to win a bet; Karkat needs to write an article. Shenanigans ensue.

Tags: Humanstuck, alternate universe - no sburb session, POV switches galore, implied/referenced child abuse Author’s note: This story is the result of a jam session I did with aceAdoxography on the davekat thirst federation discord server. This one's a little out of my usual wheelhouse, but I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it. New chapters every Saturday/Sunday. Didn’t bother with the formatting this time: You want the fancy formatting, go to AO3 :D

Day 3:

Since Karkat had not managed to scare Dave off with the... outburst yesterday, he figured he’d hooked the idiot as well as he was ever going to. Which meant it was time to start fucking it up. He did his best to ignore the sense of loss already forming in his chest at the thought. Whatever frustrations he’d felt during that hang out/date thing Dave had put him through yesterday, he couldn’t deny that he’d enjoyed the experience, too.

Dave was a dork who talked too much, but he was also witty and charming in a maladroit sort of way. And it had been nice to have someone appreciate Karkat’s sense of humor in return. For once. A part of him wished he had longer to enjoy their time together, but he knew better.

Since he knew better, he also knew it wasn’t the time to mope. It was time to go on the full offensive. “Offensive” being the operative word. In this case, it meant acting like himself. Karkat had been on his best behavior up to this point, and now he’d show Dave who the “real him” really was. If he played his cards right, he probably wouldn’t even have to go on another date to seal the deal.

Karkat felt his eyes ache, and he hated himself for being such an idiot. He’d known this wasn’t going to last—even without his article, it never would have lasted. He’d already proven a countless number of times that, while a fairly good friend, he was simply terrible as a romantic partner. Dave was just one more guy he’d never really had a chance with. Just one more tally mark to add to his failures.

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When Dave woke up the next day, he saw that he had quite a few messages waiting for him. A handful from Rose about wedding plans (with a reminder of the dress code, because of course her wedding would have a fully defined dress code). A bunch from his far-flung friend Jade (mostly telling a story which did not require more than a quick “cool” on his part). A couple from John (who was excited that he’d be seeing Dave at the wedding). There were also several from Karkat. Which was kind of a relief: Dave hadn’t liked that he’d been the first one to message him all the time: it made him feel like he was bugging the guy. Especially after waking him up yesterday.

CG: OKAY ASSHOLE, HERE’S THE DEAL:

CG: YOU WANT TO DATE THE REAL ME. FINE.

CG: I AM DONE BEING ON MY BEST BEHAVIOR.

CG: BE PREPARED FOR ME TO COMMENT ON EVERY INANITY THAT DRIBBLES FROM YOUR MOUTH LIKE THE LEAVINGS OF AN INCONTINENT PIGEON.

CG: YOU ARE NOT HALF AS FUNNY AS YOU THINK YOU ARE. ALSO YOUR “RAPS” ARE AN AFFRONT TO THE GENRE AS WELL AS TO THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE.

CG: IF YOU THINK I AM JOKING OR BEING “CUTE”, YOU ARE WRONG. A STATE YOU SHOULD BE EXTREMELY FAMILIAR WITH BECAUSE YOU ARE OBVIOUSLY SUFFERING FROM AT LEAST MODERATE BRAIN DAMAGE.

CG: I AM NOT NOR HAVE I EVER BEEN “A SNACK”. I ALSO DO NOT HAVE A “SEXY PROFESSOR THING GOING”. IN THE ENTIRE SPAN OF MY MISERABLE EXISTENCE, I HAVE NEVER BEEN ANYTHING WHICH COULD BE CONSIDERED TO BE IN EVEN THE MEAGEREST OF WAYS “SEXY”.

CG: MAYBE YOU WOULD BE ABLE TO SEE THAT FOR YOURSELF IF YOU EVER TOOK OFF THOSE DOUCHE SHADES YOU ARE ALWAYS WEARING.

CG: I HOPE YOU HAVE ENJOYED THIS SMALL TASTE OF WHAT IS TO COME IN YOUR FUTURE SHOULD YOU DECIDE TO KEEP DATING ME.

Dave read the messages a few times, frowning. Mostly, he felt confused, too confused to feel either amused or insulted. Sudden. This was sudden. Also, the more he read the messages, the more he thought Karkat was being more mean to himself than to Dave. His inner Rose (the voice which sounded like Rose but was not nearly as smart as the real thing) said that Karkat was lashing out, hoping to hurt Dave before Dave could hurt him.

And wasn’t that sad?

TG: first of all

TG: you are a total snack

TG: this is not negotiable

TG: do not pass go do not collect 200 dollars

TG: not to be all objectifying or whatever

TG: but that was literally the first thing i thought when i saw you

TG: that guy is a total snack

TG: and fuck you you are sexy

TG: i bet you look even better without the sweater

TG: you are the bank and im the debtor

TG: payin compliments is my cheddar

TG: need proof read the letter

TG: dear mr vantas you are hella sexy signed me

CG: OH MY GOD.

CG: THAT WAS THE PART YOU CHOSE TO FOCUS ON. I DO NOT UNDERSTAND YOU AT ALL. MOST PEOPLE DON’T LIKE BEING INSULTED. IS THIS A KINK FOR YOU? IS THAT WHAT THIS IS? ARE YOU A FUCKING MASOCHIST?

Dave was grinning so much his cheeks hurt. Nailed it.

TG: im not a masochist

TG: but i think i might be getting a thing for grumpy assholes

TG: it needs more testing

TG: how about we hang out for a few hours today

TG: and see

“CG is typing” appeared and disappeared several times.

CG: REALLY. YOU REALLY WANT TO KEEP DATING ME.

TG: yea unless you dont want to keep dating me

TG: i hope you do

TG: want to keep dating me

TG: i want to know you better

TG: and kiss you sometime

This time the “CG is typing” message went on for quite a while. Dave wondered if maybe he shouldn’t have sent that last message. Then again, he’d already called the guy sexy several times; saying he wanted to kiss him wasn’t weird.

CG: IF YOU’RE SURE YOU WANT TO KEEP DOING THIS, THEN FINE. OKAY. I THINK I WANT TO GET TO KNOW YOU BETTER TOO. JUST REMEMBER I GAVE YOU AMPLE WARNING OF WHAT THE REAL ME IS LIKE. WHEN I INEVITABLY END UP HURTING YOUR FEELINGS, YOU WILL HAVE NO ONE TO BLAME BUT YOURSELF.

TG: score

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After, unwisely, agreeing to meet Dave at the park again before going to some secret secondary date destination he had in mind, Karkat slipped his phone into his pocket in a daze. He was still reeling. Where had he misjudged this situation? He’d been certain he’d done enough to scare Dave away, and yet, here he was with another date to prepare for. Masochism or brain damage—those were the only options. Considering how much Dave had insisted on Karkat’s attractiveness, he was leaning towards the latter.

Of course, the words alone were only half of the total package. Even Dave would find difficulty deriving whatever enjoyment he got out of Karkat’s insults when they were being delivered at an ear-ringing volume. Karkat heaved a deep sigh. All he had to do was be himself on this date. That had always been enough for every other person he’d dated to leave him. Dave would be no different: he was just dumber, so it was taking him longer to get with the program.

* Thinks I’m “sexy”. Definite brain damage. Probable masochist. Raps have not increased in quality but I’m starting to get used to them.

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The problem was Dave knew what he liked to do, what he found fun, but he didn’t know Karkat well enough yet to have much of an idea of what Karkat liked to do. Usually, Dave would have just asked, but seeing as Karkat had just been prepared to be dumped, he didn’t think the question would go over well.

When Dave approached the YO this time, Karkat was already sitting on the bench. His head was bowed over his notepad, and he was furiously writing. Although tempted to look over his shoulder and see what he was doing, Dave decided not to. If it turned out to be something deeply personal, he’d feel like a creep.

Whatever it was held Karkat’s full attention. Dave could be very stealthy, but he wasn’t even trying to be quiet as he got closer. Finally, he was standing right beside where Karkat was sitting. Still nothing. Remembering the reaction he’d gotten the other day, he flopped down close to Karkat, making the other man jump. “Hey.”

Karkat brought his notepad up to his chest, hiding it, and glared. Despite his clear irritation and the roominess of the bench, he didn’t move away. “What the fuck, Dave? Are you incapable of conducting yourself like a normal person? Or am I just special?”

Dave grinned. Looked like Karkat had meant what he’d said about acting more like himself. “I don’t know, you are pretty special. Not in the Special Olympics way,” he hastened to add as he realized his compliment might not come across complimentary. “I mean, nothing against them, they’re great,” he continued, now realizing the actual insult he was now offering them and not wanting to be that guy, “but that’s not what I’m talking about.”

A sort of disbelieving half-smile. “Should I stop you now, or let you keep going?”

“Oh, definitely stop me,” Dave said, relieved. He gestured to the notepad Karkat was no longer holding so tightly against himself. “What are you working on?”

“Nothing important,” Karkat said brusquely, shoving the notepad into his bag as though it had personally offended him. “Something for my work.”

It occurred to Dave that he actually had no idea what Karkat did for a living. “What do you do?”

For a moment, Karkat only regarded him with deep suspicion. Then he sighed. “I write for Dubiously Cultured.” Apparently, Dave’s confusion showed on his face, for he elaborated, “It’s basically a gay Cosmo.” Then he frowned. “You know, a magazine with fashion tips? Make-up? Relationship advice?”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” Dave said quickly. The last thing he wanted was for his eyes to glaze over on his date like they did when Rose started talking about her magazine (whose title he could not recall at this moment if he’d been being held at gunpoint). “Are you writing an article? Laying down the keep your man tips for the masses?”

Even Karkat seemed surprised by the laughter abruptly bursting from him. “Something like that,” he said once he’d recovered. “You work as a DJ at the Glass, right?”

Honestly, Dave was shocked. He’d been sure Karkat had been just tuning him out! Then again, he had remembered he was from Texas, too. Maybe he just always looked bored and pissed off. “Yeah. It’s not super steady, but it pays the bills.” It actually didn’t pay the bills; Rose’s mom (his mom, she was also his mom) sent him money every month to pay for the apartment and various other expenses. However, his sad family history wasn’t exactly third date material. “You ever been?”

Karkat leveled Dave with a skeptical look which seemed to indicate his estimation of Dave’s intelligence had started low and was only getting lower. “Do I look like the kind of person that would get past a bouncer? Are you actually visually impaired, or are you making fun of me?” He shook his head. “I can see myself in the mirror, jackass; I know what I look like. Stop pretending I’m,” he held up his hands to make the finger quotes, ‘hot’.”

“I’m insulted you would think I’d lie about your hotness. You’re a fucking rooftop in the middle of a Texas summer. I should know; I’ve been there.” The metaphor stirred up memories Dave didn’t want to think about, and he wrapped an arm around Karkat’s shoulder. He immediately wished he’d done it sooner. “Anyway, I’ve already told you, you are a snack. You might as well accept it. It’s obvious. Everyone with eyes can see it. Not you, for some reason, but everyone else.”

“That’s just not true, Dave.” Before he could contest this, Karkat continued, “Most blind people still have eyes, idiot, and they can’t see anything, let alone support your dubious assertion that I’m attractive.” The words practically dripped with sarcasm even as he settled into Dave’s half-embrace. “You’re being so fucking insensitive right now.”

“Oh, shit, you’re right.” The part of Dave not worrying about the words flowing out of his mouth registered how nice and warm Karkat felt under his arm and pressed against his side. “Well, if they got to feel you up, they’d agree you were a snack, too. So, checkmate, Karkat. Check fucking mate. You’re just going to have to accept it. Majority vote. You’re a snack.”

Karkat looked up. “If you tell me you want to eat me, I’m leaving now and blocking your chumhandle.” Then his gaze shifted away. “This is nice,” he said, his voice softer than Dave had thought he was capable of. Maybe it was Dave’s burgeoning hearing loss, but he sounded… sad.

While Dave wanted to ask why he sounded so sad, he figured Karkat would tell him if he wanted him to know. After all, they still hadn’t known each other for very long yet. What was needed was a distraction, and Dave had just the thing to cheer both of them up. “If you think this is nice, you should be super excited for our date.”

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Karkat had been feeling guilty again. It really had been nice, sitting on that bench in front of that giant art installation, to pretend that there was actually some sort of future for them. For him and Dave. Together. So, he’d been feeling guilty—even if he was an idiot who talked too much, Dave wasn’t a bad guy, and he didn’t deserve what Karkat planned on putting him through.

At least, that’s what Karkat had been thinking until they’d arrived at their final destination.

“A karaoke bar?” Karkat felt a scowl furrow his brow, and he turned it onto Dave, who had the audacity to be grinning at him. “It might interest you to know that I can’t fucking sing.”

Dave shrugged. “No one can at these places, Karkat. That’s why it’s fun.” He pushed his glasses down his nose, allowing Karkat the briefest glimpse of his eyes before he pushed them up again. “You’ve had fun before right? Or do we have to go slow and ease you into it, because fun is a hotel pool with a broken heater, and you haven’t raided the mini-bar yet.”

“Of course I know what fun is, you festering anal wart.” He saw himself ranting reflected in the lenses of Dave’s stupid glasses and looked away. “Fun is a walk in the park, or watching a movie, or going on a picnic, or playing a game. Fun is not embarrassing yourself in front of dozens of strangers by subjecting them to what can only laughingly be called your singing voice!” He started at the unexpected hand on his shoulder but made no move to shrug it off.

“Hey,” Dave said quietly, “if you really don’t want to be here, we can do something else. I don’t really know what you like yet outside of chick flicks. And writing for a magazine. And coming up with creative insults for me.” His grip on Karkat’s shoulder tightened slightly. “Help me out here, Karkat; I’m drowning with only seconds left to live. You’re the hot lifeguard, and I’m gonna need your sweet lips on mine fairly soon, or else I’m leaving the beach in a body bag. And no one wants that.”

Karkat turned back to face Dave. There were so many things to unpack in this latest offering of word vomit that he wasn’t even going to make the attempt. “Do you ever actually listen to the things you say?”

“I try not to,” Dave said blithely. “Messes with my flow.” Then the smile faded. “I mean it, though. If you want to go somewhere else, we totally can. I don’t have my heart set on this place; I just thought it’d be fun. Maybe you’d loosen up a little.”

“I am exactly as loose as I want to be,” Karkat sniped back, tacitly admitting that now he was the one saying stupid things. As much as he wanted to make things difficult for Dave for the sake of his article, he really couldn’t deny being touched that Dave was willing to change his plans because Karkat had complained about them.

Besides, while Karkat could be (and often was) loudly unpleasant and vulgar, it wasn’t the kind of thing he could force. He had to feel it. And he wasn’t feeling it. “No, we can stay. Just are there private rooms?”

Dave was frowning, perhaps in displeasure, perhaps in thought. “We can check.”

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It turned out that there were private rooms, but they were prohibitively expensive. If this had been something Karkat had really wanted to do, Dave would have shelled out the cash, but he’d known he’d made the right call to spend the date elsewhere when he’d given Karkat the verdict and his shoulders had immediately relaxed.

Although Karkat had also protested that he wasn’t much better at bowling than he was at singing, he’d seemed less agitated about the prospect. He’d actually smiled a little when Dave had confided that he, too, wasn’t much of a bowler. Dave also wasn’t much of a drinker, but when Karkat offered to buy him a beer, he’d accepted it.

Dave was currently sipping his apple? flavored ale from the chair in their section of the alley and watching Karkat lob yet another ball down the gutter. This made, what? the tenth in a row? Dave had managed via blind luck to hit a strike with his first shot—a feat he had not been able to repeat—and that had pissed Karkat off like nothing else. Each additional failure to even get his ball any closer to hitting any of the pins only made Karkat’s face redder.

The only question was when he was going to pop.

“FUCK!” Karkat stomped back to the ball return. “FUCK ME, FUCK BOWLING, AND FUCK YOU, DAVE. YOU THINK YOU’RE BETTER THAN ME? NEWSFLASH, FUCK FACE, YOU ARE JUST AS OBJECTIVELY TERRIBLE AT THIS AS I AM—AT LEAST *I* HAVE THE FUCKING DECENCY TO BE ASHAMED OF MYSELF!”

Dave made absolutely no attempt to hold back his laughter.

“Hey, do you mind watching your language?” An older man in the next lane was giving Karkat quite an impressive glare. “There are kids present.”

Karkat’s face went purple.

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“Well, Karkat,” Dave said as they walked down the street to no stated destination, his tone infuriatingly casual, “I can honestly say I’ve never been kicked out of a bowling alley before. I can scratch that off the old bucket list. It wasn’t on there because I hadn’t thought of it, but now I see I was blind to the possibilities. Thanks for opening my third eye or some shit like that.”

Karkat had let Dave put his stupid arm around his shoulders about a block back, and he hated the fact it felt so comforting. Bad enough he’d made an ass out of himself over nothing in public (again!), but it hadn’t even worked. He’d wanted to piss Dave off by showcasing his abhorrent personality, and he’d failed miserably. It wasn’t even his fault he’d failed either. For some inscrutible fucking reason, the idiot found temper tantrums hilarious to watch rather than embarrassing to be associated with. “Fuck you, Dave,” he said quietly, his energy quite spent.

Dave chuckled. Case in fucking point. “Aw come on, don’t be like that. It’s not like we’re banned from the place.” He paused. “I’m probably not going to get you to go there again anyway, am I?”

“I am never stepping foot back into that establishment, no.”

“Are you still pissed at me for that strike?” Dave’s voice sounded disbelieving. Maybe a little hurt. “I told you, man, it was a fluke. I wasn’t trying to hustle you. If I’d wanted to hustle you, there’d be money involved. That’s how that shit works. It’s like the definition of a hustle.”

Karkat sighed. “No, I’m not mad about that.” He hadn’t really been that mad about it in the bowling alley either. He’d just been frustrated. Loudly. Which was how he usually expressed his frustration. In the moment, it made him feel better… afterwards, he just felt tired. “I’m just really fucking embarrassed, okay? I know embarrassment is probably a foreign concept for you, but—”

Then he was being hugged. He tensed for a moment, then relaxed into it. He knew he shouldn’t be accepting Dave’s comfort, that this was only going to make things harder in the long run, but he couldn’t help himself. He really was such a selfish asshole. His head fell naturally against Dave’s shoulder, and he felt a distressingly familiar ache in his eyes. “Why are you hugging me?”

A soft guff of laughter blew past his ear. “Dude, you looked like you needed a hug. I’m not a hug expert or anything, but sometimes you look at a guy and think, that guy, he needs a hug.” The arms around him held him just a little tighter. “I hope you leave me a good review on yelp.”

Karkat choked on his unexpected laughter. “Dave. You are so fucking ridiculous.” As much as a part of him wanted to remain in his arms, he knew if he stayed any longer, he really would start crying. “Let go of me, asshole.”

Dave did so with only a moment’s hesitation. He put his hands on his hips. “So, what do you think?”

“About what?” Karkat successfully resisted the urge to wipe his eyes. With any luck, Dave wouldn’t notice how tear bright they probably were. Why was he getting so emotional anyway? None of this would matter soon enough.

“My review,” Dave said as though Karkat should have any idea what he was talking about. “Five out of five stars, right? Don’t crash my yelp score, dude—I have a reputation to maintain as hug master supreme; it’s all I have.”

And Karkat was laughing again. It really felt good.

---

* Gives nice hugs. Doesn’t respect personal space. Karaoke bar? Shitty bowler. Why isn’t this working?

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{{ The third step is the ego. For Dr. Freud (famous psychology hack), the ego was a moderator. For our purposes, we return to the original Latin: I. Make it all about you and your comfort. If you have had enough of your short-term partner’s incessant prattle, say so. When you want to scream, do it at the top of your lungs. Use whatever language feels best to you at all times regardless of the situation. Make your short-term partner embarrassed to be associated with you. If you can get you and your short-term partner kicked out of an establishment due to your behavior, so much the better. However, if you find that such antics only serve to amuse your short-term partner, cease them immediately. The point of this exercise is to humiliate your short-term partner, not further endear you to them. Also, in the event that you are more embarrassed by your conduct than your short-term partner is, under no circumstances allow them to comfort you. It will only distract you from your objective. }}

#Homestuck #humanstuck #davekat #fan fic #my fic #wip

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softstraykids · 6 years

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lee minho|fuckboy au

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member: lee minho/lee know genre: fluffy & flirty summary: fuckboy au! best friend’s brother au! you were the one girl that minho could never get his hands on. and for good reason chan would kill him if he ever touched you but why would your heart not stop fluttering when he gave you that cocky and infuriating but completely heart melting smirk requested: nope but it’s minho’s birthday!!

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minho was bad news for your heart

he was your high school’s residential fuckboy

and for good reason too

the boy had it all

he was gorgeous

to the point he could easily be a model

he had 8 best friends which stuck with him through everything

who all are of course gorgeous and constantly sought out by the student population

you still didn’t understand how good looking people all hang out together

do they just gravitate to each other?

anyways minho wasn’t just a pretty boy

he mostly got A’s on his reports

he was captain of the dance team

and vice captain of the soccer team

which meant crowds of girls would swarm the soccer pitch in summer in the blistering heat

to catch minho shirtless who always took his shirt off in summer

he loved showing off

you always thought they were crazy like

air conditioning and ice cream over hot boys any day

chan the team captain and minho’s best friend would always get pissed off

he’d just shout across the field to minho

“KEEP YOUR DICK IN YOUR PANTS FOR AT LEAST BLOODY PRACTICE”

minho would just laugh and mock salute him

while chan would sigh and shake his head wondering why the hell he picked him as his vice

but none of the girls could interrupt dance practice

well more like they couldn’t get into the room

minho made sure it was keypad locked

since when girls could come in it was so loud because of all the cheering and screaming and no one could hear anything

plus jeongin always teased minho that the reason he keypad locked it was that there were more girls there for felix and hyunjin than him

you always thought the little devil had a point

but even with all this going on minho had time to do all his fuckboy ways

his snapchat CONSTANTLY spammed by god knows what sort of pictures

hookups at parties were a regular for him

the thing is minho didn’t even have to try

he would literally just look at a girl and do his signature smirk

and girls then just threw themselves at him

once he was done with them they’d usually cry or be upset

bad mouth him that he’s a fuckboy

but if he ever asked to simply just meet them again they’d go crawling back to him offering him everything

it was quite pathetic actually

though in the sea of all those desperate girls

there was you

someone he could actually talk to

someone he couldn’t help but want to know more about

someone who didn’t have to be a one night fling

but you were someone who was completely and utterly off limits

you were chan’s little sister

minho’s known you for years and you guys were close

though he never saw you more than a little sister

but that all ended a few months ago

minho and chan were in the living room playing video games

while you came from upstairs to get some cereal to snack on

you rummaged around your kitchen but you couldn’t find any of your goddamned favourite cereal

“CHAN WHERE’S MY CEREAL??” you shout

chan pauses the game then looks at minho

who looks like a deer in headlights with his mouth stuffed with your favourite cereal

chan starts laughing so hard

while minho keeps on hitting him to be quiet and putting his finger to his lips to tell him to shut up

you enter the room to see the back of minho but you could see YOUR cereal box on the coffee table

chan laughs harder as you enter the room

he looks between the cereal box, minho’s panicked expression and your murderous one

“you’re so dead minho” chan says comfortingly patting his shoulder

then escaping to his room

it was almost comedic the way minho turned around to you with wide eyes

you could see his adam apple bop up and down

“LEE MINHO WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY??!!! NOT TO EAT MY BLOODY CEREAL THIS IS THE FIFTH TIME THIS MONTH” you scream lunging at him

you quickly grab a pillow from the couch and start hitting him as hard as you can

not like it did anything good it was a bloody pillow

didn’t mean minho wasn’t over dramatic and kept on shouting

“OW OW OW CAN YOU STOP??!!”

you finally did once you felt your anger go down to a simmer

“wow someone’s on her period” minho muttered quietly under his breath

but you heard it

“lee fucking minho what did you just say” you whisper your voice dangerously low

pillow in one hand pointing at him like a sword

with your eyes narrowed at him

minho plastered on a fake smile and an innocent expression

“what me? i only said that how you’re the most beautiful and sweetest person to exist on this planet” he says sweetly shrugging his shoulders

“uh huh sure” you say rolling your eyes

you snatch your nearly empty cereal box and give minho one last glare before stalking off

just before you were about to leave the living room

minho called out “wait is that my t shirt?”

you spin around already eating your cereal

“well i stole it from chan thinking it was his but yeah it could be yours” you say like it’s no big deal

while minho was kinda just struck by some sort of feeling

you leaning against the wall

eating his favourite cereal out of the box

bare faced hair all messy from your pillow fight from earlier

in HIS t shirt which went a bit above mid thigh on you

you looked gorgeous

how did he not notice it sooner?

he always knew you were considered attractive

but like it never really clicked that you were ATTRACTIVE

smh dumbass

though he knew your personality was great

you occasionally hang out with the whole gang

you were funny and nice and had no problem talking back to any of the guys

you got along with everyone and amused all the guys with your witty comebacks

you also took care of the maknae line in the group and changbin

even though you were the same age changbin

but he acted younger than jeongin half the time

basically jeongin’s a freshman 00 line are sophomores changbin and you are juniors and the three hyungs are seniors

but he never realised how gorgeous you were

until now

“you look good” minho smoothly says his back turned to you

you thought you were hearing things

minho complimenting you??? has the world ended??

“wait what?” you couldn’t help but blurt out

he turned his head but not fully just enough so you could see his side glance at you

“i said you look good in my t shirt” he ends with signature heart melting smirk

and that’s exactly what it did

melt you into a gooey puddle

not knowing how to respond

you shoved as much cereal as you could in your mouth making you look like a chipmunk

and just nodded then hurried off to your room

face beet red and heart beating a million miles a minute

minho couldn’t help but chuckle

gosh you were cute

in the next few months

minho flirted with you

a lot

and you were not having it

well you loved it but you hated it

GNSKSIFJ why was this boy doing this to you it’s like he liked torturing you

well he probably did

everytime he saw you he would give you a tight hug which made you never want to leave his arms

and he did that with every single hello and goodbye

that you could deal with

and you could also kinda deal with minho trying to hold your hand at any chance

“y/n you are actually slower than a snail hurry up!” he complains

then he swiftly grabs your hand intertwines your fingers

sO QUICKLY you can’t even process it

“yes daddy long legs” you huff out

minho’s smirk was more prominent than ever as he suddenly stopped

then brought you so close you actually squeaked

making his smirk even more cocky if that was even possible

he whispered so close in your ear that you could feel his breath on your neck

making you shiver and get tingles down your spine

“already calling me daddy huh?” he whispered his words literally dripping in innuendo and cockiness

his laugh which accompanied the comment sounded so pure and innocent compared to what he just said

i absolutely love minho’s laugh

It broke you out of your shock with your mouth wide open

he was already running down the corridor

as you shout to him

“Y-YOU LEE MINHO YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW SO I CAN DROWN YOU IN HOLY WATER”

me whenever he dances or acts sexy

these sort of incidents were a regular

and you couldn’t help it anytime he was near you

your heart sped up

but there were times without the constant flirty banter

and you loved it

and that was when you really couldn’t deal with your feelings for minho

like when you went to get your favourite cereal in minho’s car

you guys got like 20 boxes and still finished it in a week

or when you two went on like a 2 hour car ride at 1am

and you guys were singing along to all the cringey 2000 songs so loudly the whole time

or getting drive thru junk food at 4am in the morning

you two got really close

and you were falling for minho

but you were nearly a hundred percent sure he didn’t see you that way

you couldn’t of been more wrong

minho was going actually crazy cause of you

you were on his mind 25/8 if that was even possible

he knew he was falling for you and it frustrated him to no end

the LEE MINHO was falling for someone

and no matter what he did

all his tips and tricks

even with just blatant constant flirting

you didn’t seem anywhere as deep as him and completely oblivious to his feelings

not only was he falling for someone who seems completely disinterested in him

then there was also chan

how the hell are you supposed to tell your best friend

you’re in love with their little sister and to give his fuckboy best friend a chance with her

minho couldn’t even get over you

he tried

so so many times

it was pathetic how many times

no girl could hold a candle to you

he literally cut off contact with any girl who wanted to talk to him in a romantic way

it just pissed him off

as cheesy and cliche as it sounds he didn’t want any other girl than you

everytime he saw you

he couldn’t help but smile and when he wrapped his arms around you he just wanted to hold you there forever

whenever he made you smiled it was the best feeling than anything else

gosh he was so in love with you

he was so wrapped up in his own world with you only on his mind

minho didn’t even realise he made a full choreography inspired by you

until felix and hyunjin mentioned it

they were at the dance studio 10 minutes early to dance practice

and they watched minho dance to the choreography inspired by you

just as minho finished

“WOAHHHH HYUNG that was actually really good you should perform it in the showcase this weekend!” felix exclaimed

minho quickly shook his head and quickly said

“no no no this is something i just came up with and it’s not really not that great”

“hyung what are you talking about?! honestly that’s the best solo choreography i’ve seen from you EVER” hyunjin said incredulously

minho looked between felix’s awed expression and hyunjin’s confused one

he sighed “i just can’t perform this choreography i didn’t even realise i was making it until you guys told me”

“why can’t you perform it?” hyunjin asks curiously

“i just can’t” minho says not looking at the two boys not wanting to admit his crush for you

“it’s cause of y/n” seungmin casually said walking into the practice room sipping his tea

i need a seungmin in my life

minho's brain literally stops working as seungmin says that

“y/n? what do you mean y/n?” hyunjin asks completely confused

“what does y/n have to do with anything with his choreography?” felix continues just as confused as hyunjin

jisung walks in next well more like bouncing in as he announces loudly “minho’s in love” then sits next to seungmin

minho’s brain kicks back into gear making him regret all his life choices

“i fucking knew i shouldn’t of asked those two come to watch and give feedback” minho mutters under his breath sliding down the wall

“minho in love with wh-HOLY SHIT MINHO HYUNG’S IN LOVE WITH Y/N???!!!!” felix ends by shouting

“what the actual fuck??” hyunjin slowly says still trying to process it

“i can’t believe you idiots didn’t realise yet” laughs woojin as he enters with jeongin and changbin

“even jisung realised and it’s JISUNG” jeongin cheekily added

“HEY I’M YOUR HYUNG REMEMBER!” protested jisung

“dumbasses” changbin says affectionately putting an arm around felix and hyunjin

most complicated love triangle ever

minho lifting his head out of his hands looked at the boys who entered

“was it that obvious?” he said like he was in pain

then chan walks in and minho heart plummets as chan smirks at him and amusedly says

“very”

“u-uh c-chan i-” minho tries to start

chan laughs “minho’s it’s okay i’m not mad i’ve seen this coming for months"

“i just couldn’t help myself i’m sorry chan” minho sighs out leaning the back of his head against the wall

“oh stop being so dramatic i don’t hate you and weirdly i don’t disapprove of you and y/n being together” chan says lightly

“w-wait what?” minho questions

“has the lack of sleep finally gotten to your head” seungmin adds

“seungmin” scolds woojin

“yes yes i know unnecessary snarky comments don’t need to be said” seungmin huffs out

“have you not realised how much you’ve changed in the last few months?” chan asks minho like he’s an idiot

while minho just shakes his head

“well to start off you don't take your shirt off constantly anymore” chan begins quite happy about the decreasing number of fan girls

then all the members start contributing

“the biggest one for me was blocking all your trashy hoes on snapchat” changbin comments

“you haven’t hooked up with anyone recently either” jisung adds

“not even making out” hyunjin says dubious to the words coming out of his words

“you’ve stopped flirting with anything on two legs” seungmin drawls on

“i was not that bad!” minho protests

“YES YOU WERE!!” chorused all the guys

“also you CONSTANTLY want y/n to hang out with us” felix says amused

“and you always stare at nuna like non stop” jeongin honestly adds

“the dead giveaway to me was you smiled like actually beamed of happiness whenever she even walked into a room” woojin ends on a romantic note

“it doesn’t matter though she doesn’t even see me that way” minho says shaking his head

all the boys burst out laughing

“remind me how the hell did you get so many girls” changbin says smirking

“he’s probably lost his touch” jeongin adds sneakily

“she likes you too dumbass it’s clear as day” chan says still laughing a little patting minho’s shoulder

“w-wAIT REALLY?!” minho bounces up and stands up excitedly

“yes minho she really does” woojin assures him smiling

“NOW will you perform the choreography and even dedicate it to y/n?” felix suggests

“yeah i will” minho says with his usual confidence looking forward to the showcase

all the boys bust their ass to help minho confess to you

minho’s choreography wasn’t actually to a specific song

so the 3racha boys offered to make a song for the choreography

chan produced while jisung and changbin worked on the lyrics with minho

chan claimed he didn’t want to do anything to do with the lyrics not wanting to know about your private romantic life

felix and hyunjin helped clean the dance and filled in for minho as dance teacher for the other groups performing

seungmin, jeongin and woojin trained minho to sing really well for the track

just pretend minho can’t sing in this au or hasn’t tried to

it was all ready for the showcase

*showcase time*

you were loving the dance showcase

you had front and center seat and you had some of the other guys sitting near to you including chan right next you

minho was brilliant like he always was

you couldn’t keep your eyes off him and you were so excited for his solo

felix, hyunjin and minho just finished their dance as a trio

it was amazing they literally took your breath away

like their technique and control over their bodies were ridiculous

you hear jisung’s voice through the speakers as he was the mc for the showcase

“hey everyone I hope you’ve been enjoying the night so far, this is actually our last stage for the night and it’s minho’s solo which everyone seems to be looking forward to!! so let’s welcome the man himself. give it up for miNHOOOOOO”

cheers erupted as minho walked on stage smiling, waving and blowing kisses

you couldn’t help but laugh and roll your eyes

“thanks everyone for coming!! this is a really special performance for me, the song was produced and written by 3racha” cheers erupted once again at the mention of 3racha you could see changbin smirking from the corner of your eye

“i contributed to the lyrics though and woojin, seungmin and jeongin helped me sing and record the song too while my dance buddies who just got off stage felix and hyunjin helped with the choreograpy too”

he paused as people watching were cheering, all 8 boys were extremely popular and including minho were known as the kings of the school

“so this special performance is actually dedicated to someone” minho continues shyly?

wait minho was acting shy??

your heart plummeted as you thought he was dedicating the performance to some random girl

you started to drown in your thoughts

but then suddenly minho looked straight at you and your heart almost completely stopped as he did

with an almost nervous but still sweet smile he said

“this one’s for you y/n”

you could of died right then and there and would of been so happy

your thoughts were going over drive

is this minho confessing to you?

does this mean he likes you?

what about chan?

just as if chan was reading your mind

chan whispered into your ear soothingly while squeezing your hand lightly

“y/n it’s okay i approve”

it felt like the weight of the world was lifted off your shoulder and you couldn’t help but beam at him as the lights dimmed

except for the lights on minho

he started to dance to the music

his voice was gorgeous much better than when he was screaming at the top of his lungs singing “APPLE BOTTOM JEANS BOOTS WITH THE FUR” at 3am

the lyrics and his beautiful dance moves went perfectly together but they also literally told the story of the two of you

from you only being his best friend’s little sister

to the one who wore his t shirts and got mad when he ate your cereal

to a girl who he wanted to get to know more

then to a girl who was like his best friend who he flirted with

finally to being the only girl he’s ever been in love with

just hearing the story of the two of you and the fact your brother approved of you and even helped produced the song

emotions overwhelmed you and you couldn’t help but cry just as the dance ended

you were completely frozen but chan gave you a small amused smile and pushed you towards the stage

and that’s all it took

you sprinted up there as fast as you could

just as the lights turned on everyone saw you sprinting into minho’s arms

then he let out the most heart warming laugh as he spun your around into his arms

as you clung onto him like he was your life line crying into his shoulder while laughing at the same time

everyone was cheering and wolf whistling

he put you down gently

and carefully tucked your hair behind your ear and tried to wipe your tears

“hey you okay?” minho says with an amused but soft smile

you just nod trying to stop crying but failing miserably

thank the lord you didn’t wear mascara

he laughs sweetly at you

“oh come on stop crying you look ugly when you cry” he says jokingly

“HEY!” you protest hitting him on the arm

“nah you’re always pretty” he says giving you a wink

“lee minho STOP FLIRTING WITH ME” you indignantly say

“why? isn’t your boyfriend supposed to flirt with you?” he says smirking wigging his eyebrows

“i-i y-you m-my b-boyfriend?” you splutter out trying to process what he said

he rolls his eyes but secretly he loves every moment of this

“yes idiot do i have to make it any clearer to you?”

you’re just frozen still trying to process what the actual fuck was happening

“i guess i have to” minho says leaning forward smirking just before kissing you

and suddenly

minho’s lips was on yours

and you just completely melted into him

every crevice of your body perfectly fit with his

his arms were snug around your waist bringing you as close to him as physically possible

one of your hands was on the back of his neck bringing his lips closer to yours

while the other hand was lightly grabbing his hair messing it up

fireworks, sparks, butterflies

you felt all of it

the kiss was hot, passionate, sweet and steamy

kissing minho felt like the most natural thing to do in the world

you just couldn’t get enough of him

but both of you finally parted remembering you both needed to actually breathe

foreheads together still hugging with heavy breathing and wide grins

you could hear several of the guys commenting from the front row amongst the even louder cheers and applause

“EWWWWWWWWWWWWW” jeongin says squirming

“GET A ROOM” chan shouts

“disgusting” seungmin shouts rolling his eyes

“wow i’m jealous minho will you be my boyfriend” jisung jokingly not says

you two barely even noticed what was happening

you were so wrapped up in your own little bubble just the two of you

“took you long enough boyfriend” you teased smiling

“i know i was worth the wait princess” minho cockily says finishing his sentence with his signature smirk and another heart melting kiss

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my gif take with creds!!

finally back with a scenario!! I have so many wips and requests I just needed to take a break from them and just let myself write. the result this fuckboy au!! i hope you enjoyed all the flirting, banter, and humor (these sort of scenarios are my fav to write). also requests are always open!! (this doesn’t mean i’ll 100% do it i might turn down your idea or write it!!)

as always don’t be afraid to leave me a message, a request or an anon!!! i always love hearing from you guys and getting your thoughts, feelings and feedback!!

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+ happy birthday minho!! i love you a lot bundle boy, your smirk always makes my heart melt, your laugh always makes me smile and i love your personality so so much. from your playful, savage, funny, affectionate, caring nature towards the members to your hard working, dedicated and professional attitude towards being an idol. but most of all i always love seeing you dance and being happy.

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One-shot : Come on baby light my fire

Pairing : PS Reader x Loki Laufeyson

Warnings : Language ; Fat-shaming comments

Word Count : 3.8k

Summary : You tease the God of Mischief a lot. It’s your way of welcoming him on Earth but one night you’re not in the mood for games anymore.

You were beginning to doubt Stark's intentions regarding you. Did he hired you for your gifts or for his personal amusement? It was no secret for the people that crossed your path that you had a sassy, witty and feisty personality and the Avengers quickly found out. It was part of your charm. They learned the hard way (depending on whose point of view) that you wouldn't take shit from anybody and that you had no problem telling your opinion loud and clear. It was a 50/50 percent case : either people liked you or they didn't. No in-betweens. Some of them thought it was some sort of shield you put around yourself for whatever reason. It wasn't completely untrue. Being a plus size woman in a society where you were constantly marginalized by others made you build up walls and those walls were thick, no pun intended. You quickly realized that if you wouldn't speak up for yourself no one else would and at an early age you began to care little for other people's opinion and to accept yourself as you were. Discovering that you had mutant genes helped you in your quest for self-love. You were hot, literally. You discovered you could control and create fire in a blink of an eye. You remember the day like it was yesterday.

You were brushing one of your client's hair at the hair saloon you used to work at, when the woman in front of you began to drop sexist and racist comments with her friend sitting next to her. It was to the point that you got angrier by the second and felt heat creeping up your whole body. Not able to control yourself anymore, you accidentally put her hair on fire. "Oh shit", you gasped, while she began screaming and running around the saloon. You grabbed a bucket filled with water and splashed it on her. Everyone looked at you like if you were some kind of freak and you tried to help her out. "I'm so sorry, I don't know what happened Miss", you said. And she yelled hysterically, "DON'T TOUCH ME DEMON !"

That's how you found out you had powers. That's also how Stark found out about you. Someone who was Instagraming live caught it all on tape and the images went viral. "We want you to join the Avengers", he exclaimed the day he met you. "What for?", you asked not impressed by his prestige persona. "I don't know, there's a missing spot in the gang for our weekly ping pong marathons", he replied sarcastically. You narrowed your eyes and thought, 'Oh bitch you coming for me?' "As tempting as that sounds, my desire to join the Avengers is as high as wanting to meet the president of the United States : non-existent." He chuckled at your reply and tried a different tactic. "You're funny." "Flatting my ego won't work either. Tell me one good reason for me to accept", you commented and crossed your arms. "I'll tell you three : First, you get to have a job and a home without paying rent. Second, you get to take defense classes with the bests of the bests and third, you get to see this beautiful face right here daily", he smiled while pointing at himself. It was your turn to chuckle. "I'll think about it", you finally said and he nodded in agreement before leaving his visit card.

You payed him a visit a week later and haven't left the compound since. The introduction with the rest of the Avengers was pretty Rock'n'Roll too. For some reason you met Natasha and Wanda first. "You're the new recruit?", asked the famous ex-assassin. "It seems like it. By the way how do you manage getting around so much testosterone?", you stated. They laughed and replied they didn't know themselves. "Told you she was sassy", commented Stark like a proud father, to which you rolled your eyes in amusement. Thor, Steve, Bucky, Sam, Bruce and Clint were next. They were coming from a work out session and once they saw you, their talking ended. "Hello, you must be Y/N Y/L/N?", asked Bruce. "Yes and you must be the Green guy, nice to meet you." He was slightly taken aback but smiled nonetheless. "Lady Y/N, I'm Thor Odinson, God of Thunder. I heard you shared the power of fire. I, myself have a similar ability but instead of fire, I control thunder and am able to influence the weather in summoning it." You nodded and replied sarcastically, "Great, two more idiots and we can form a band called the 4 seasons." Sam, Clint and Tony started laughing at your joke and Thor looked confused. "I'm kidding", you reassured him and he smiled brightly. "You must be Twiddledum and Tweedledee", you pointed at the two super soldiers with a goofy smile, proud of your joke. The introduction went along in the same tone and that's how you became part of the Avengers.

One morning Thor came in the living room and announced that his brother was back on Earth and needed a place to stay. "Absolutely not", exclaimed Clint. "Last time I checked he wanted to destroy the world and almost succeeded in doing so", commented Steve. "He's changed. I give you my word he won't attempt anything and besides he could be a great member for the team." After an hour of persuasion, the team agreed to welcome Loki in the compound. This one made his entry like he was royalty (which he was) and you were immediately struck by the darkness of his hair and his clear eyes. "Reindeer Games", said Tony while giving him a nod. At the nickname you couldn't stop the loud laugh coming out of you, recalling yourself of Loki's hat from the news back in the New York battle days. Loki's intense green eyes locked on you and when you finally calmed down from your outburst, he looked elsewhere not giving a mere mortal the privilege of his attention. His attitude caught your interest and you promised yourself to reserve him the best of the welcomes by teasing him at every occasion. Everyone took their precautions when they were around of the God of Mischief, except you. You just stayed yourself not making favoritism and besides he was intriguing you.

You were in the elevators with Sam after one of your work out sessions and made your stop at the common room, where Loki was displayed at the couch with a book on his hand. "Hey let's ask Raven over there", you motioned to Sam, who just chuckled. You turned to Loki and asked, "What do you do when people believe in you?" He took his eyes from his book and blankly looked at you with an annoyed gaze. "I beg your pardon?" You tried to hide your smile and proceeded. "There's a saying 'Believe in God', so how does that work out for you?" One of his eyebrows raised and he stated, "I don't think it applies to me. No one believes in me." You frowned because your pun didn't get the wanted reaction and replied, "Jeez Loki that escalated real fast. It was supposed to be a pun, not a tragic confession time." He turned the page on his book before stating that it was a terrible pun. You lifted your hands up and exclaimed, "Oh wait a minute, you can't stand my sass? Ok game on!" "Oh shit", mumbled Sam next to you, aware of your competitiveness.

"Your Midgardians are such fools if you think you can turn me into one of you. I'm Loki Laufe…" "Yeah yeah Snow White we know", you interrupted him. "You will melt frost giant, I can guarantee you that", you said with a smirk before leaving a shocked Loki and an ecstatic Sam behind. "You got yourself into a shitshow Raven. Better be ready to face the consequences", commented Sam with a bright smile before leaving. Later that evening, Stark ordered everyones favorite and you all gathered around the huge kitchen's table. Somehow you ended up sitting in front of Loki and couldn't stop smiling because you knew it was upsetting him. "So brother, how was your day?", asked Thor. The younger brother gave him an annoyed side-glance before quickly fixing you. "It could have been a decent day but again I wasn't surprised it turned out miserable." "Such a grumpy little thing", you commented, pissing him even more off with your goofy smile. You heard him groan slowly before taking a bite from his food. "Come on Mischief, I thought you were the funny one of the bros." Thor put a hand on his left boob, faking being hurt. "What? How dare you?", he joked. You winked at him in return. Suddenly his cold reflection turned into a sneaky one and he exclaimed with a bright smirk on his face, "You wanna play like that mortal? Fine let's play. Don't come cry when you'll lose." The others looked around not understanding what was happening and Sam hollered, which brought them even more into confusion. "I'll explain to you later", the Falcon told the others. "Never Severus Rogue !", you intensely faced Loki in his staring game.

The following weeks passed by with you constantly teasing each other, driving the others insane. It got to a point were the teasing left place for pranks. He initiated the war and you followed through. One morning you woke up and when your eyes opened, you were surrounded by hundreds of snakes spread all over the bed, floor and room. You let out a high pitched scream and cursed him from the top of your lungs, "LOKI YOU SON OF A GUN". You thew a fireball at the ones on the floor and they all magically disappeared. When you got outside you came face to face with him, almost bumping into each other. He smirked and looked at you, "Scared of some snakes dear?" You groaned and said through greeted teeth, "You have no idea what you just started", before closing the door on his face. He kept on smiling, happy of his move and felt like his days had a purpose again. Internally he was beginning to like your little teasing/prank routine and would wake up with a wide smile, knowing it was a new day to torture you.

That smile faltered after coming out of the shower. You had switched his regular shampoo with a bleaching product. When he saw that his hair turned platine, he came out of the room not bothering putting on some clothes and entered the kitchen with only towel wrapped around him. When Tony and Clint saw him, they spit out their coffee, burning themselves on the passage. "Hey there Blondie, I like the new look", you stated proudly and burst out laughing. His chest kept heaving up and down frantically, fuming. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY HAIR?", he hissed. You feigned innocence and replied with a fake shocked expression, "Me? I didn't do anything." You stood up and marched to him, trying to get a closer look at your masterpiece. You were almost reaching out for one of his locks when his hand stopped your wrist. You leaned further and whispered to his ear, "You started the war with those snakes. Payback is a bitch. Oh and by the way, looking like a snack in your towel." You winked at him and left him standing. He felt a shiver cross his body, feeling you so close to him and whispering in his ear. With a snap of his finger he disappeared from the kitchen and found himself on his room. He asked F.R.I.D.A.Y a way to have his hair black without having constantly to use his magic. "The way for you to have them black is by coloring them back dark", she stated. The God of Mischief sighed heavily and pronounced a sentence he thought he would never say and especially not to an artificial intelligence. "Order it please, quick." "Right on it", she exclaimed.

The next day you entered the gym and saw that Steve, Bucky, Sam and Thor were lined up to start their own training. "The Village People are coming back together and we didn't know?", you joked. "ThE vIlLaGe PeOple…", mimicked Sam to which you burst out laughing. You let them do their thing while you did yours. You were completing your 2 miles warm up when Loki entered the gym. It was the first time you saw him do anything else besides reading. When you saw his hair was back black you chuckled to yourself. "Already tired Y/N?, he asked. You narrowed your eyes before exclaiming, "If you gotta do some fat jokes they better be original and new because I've heard them all." He seemed taken aback and quickly rambled, "Oh no… it's not…that's not what I meant with it. I wasn't. I would never" "Hey calm down, I'm just messing with you", you replied to him with a genuine smile. He didn't speak for the next hour and you frowned, hoping you didn't make him uncomfortable or somehow. "Hey you ok?", you asked genuinely concerned. "Yes", was his only response. You didn't believe him and tried to take him to what he mastered. "I'm not so good in it but do you wanna spare?", you asked. His eyebrow raised before agreeing. You got in position and said, "You better get ready?" He chuckled and replied "Oh I will".

"Well, that's your first mistake. You don't get ready, you stay ready", you stated before attacking. Attack he obviously saw coming and tackled you down. You spend the next 40 minutes sparing, more like him tackling you over and over. "Indeed, you're not very good at this", he commented. "For my defense, I'm new to all off this, I joined the Avengers what, a year ago, while you must have done this for 1000 years" He hummed and kept correcting your position and by the end of it you were getting more and more comfortable and managed to tackle him back. "I can teach you if you'd like", he said. Your eyes widened at his proposition. "For real? You would go so far to brake your own magnificence to help out a mere mortal, as you say", you asked. He chuckled and replied, "Well if I want to train with someone, they should at least be decent at it." "There we go, ouch that hurt", you breathed out with a fake sad expression. "Let's say the gym is our neutral zone, no teasing, no pranks just work", he stated to which you agreed.

The following week passed with you altering your trainings with Loki in sparing and Wanda in controlling your powers. She let you go off early, since you had something planned for the evening. "Have fun", she said and wiggled her eyebrow, making you laugh. "I hope I will." You got inside your room, took a shower, put on some lotion before starting your makeup and putting on the pairing lingerie set and the dress you bought for the occasion. Once you were ready, you got out and made your way to the elevators passing in front of everyone. some of them whistled and asked where you were going. Loki's gaze was by far the most intense one, like he tried to search your soul. "I have a date, don't wait up. Bye bitchatchos", you said happily and entered the elevator. Loki felt his heart beat faster and faster at the revelation of you going out on a date and abruptly left the room. "What is his problem?", asked Clint to the others. "Seems like our Reindeer Games here has the hots for Y/N and is slightly jealous", commented Tony. Loki eventually came back after he calmed down and acted like nothing was bothering him.

One Hour Later

The elevator's doors opened and the Avengers saw you get out of it with a frown deeply marking your features. You didn't looked at them just passed by and declared "Hi bitchachos, don't wanna talk about it. I'm going to bed." They all looked confused at each other, not used to seeing you like this. The following days didn't comfort them. You stopped the teasing, the nicknames, the pranks and the smiles, like someone drained all the happiness out of you. They tried pushing you but you would only respond with a fake smile.

You were in the gym focusing on your thing when Loki came up at you. "Hello grumpy cat, want to spare?" You gulped and replied you were not really in the mood for it. "Ok what happened?", he asked with a worried expression. "What are you talking about?" "Since that date you're different, not you", he commented and you noticed the others gaze, also intrigued at what you had to say. "I'm just a little tired is all. Nothing to worry about." "Bullshit !", he exclaimed getting frustrated by the second. "Since when does the God of Mischief has such a dirty mouth?", you replied. "Since, I'm feeling like a part of you is fading and it's precisely that part that make you, you." You gulped harshly and chuckled dryly. You stood up not able to face him anymore and refuged yourself in your room.

You couldn't tell them that the date was an absolute nightmare. That the tough, sassy and the one who wouldn't take shot from anyone couldn't defend herself against the man in front of her. You refused to be seen as weak because that's what you felt at the date. For starters your date arrived 20 minutes late and when he saw you, his facial expression switched completely. He barely greeted you and when you tried to make the vibe lighter by telling a joke, he shamelessly told you in front of the waiter that you were being ridiculous. After that he made a grimace when he heard what you ordered. "Is there a problem?", you asked him at some point. He sighed and replied that he wasn't expecting you looking like you did. "But the pictures on the dating app were pretty obvious, I mean you did saw that I was plus-size, no? If it was bothering you as it clearly is, you shouldn't have agreed for dinner !" "Hmm being feisty aren't we? I guess I have to find a way to shut that little mouth of yours", he exclaimed with a smirk. You immediately felt uncomfortable and said, "Excuse me?" "Oh you will have a lot of apologizing to do and if you're good for the rest of the dinner, I'll make sure to reward you."

"I don't think so. Creep!", you stated and very gathering your things but his hand tightly gripped your wrist. "Look bitch, I was hoping to get laid tonight, unfortunately I have to settle for you, so you gonna be real nice and obey me. Otherwise I will have to punish you and I don't think you will like that. Who knows maybe you're such a big nasty thing in the sheets after all and would love it". Shocked you looked at him dumbfounded and he just smirked, his eyes dangerously blown out. His grip tightened to show you who was in control but you burned his hand with your powers. He hissed but tried to control himself in front of everyone else, who noticed you standing up abruptly and leaving the restaurant.

Your attitude was getting to Loki. He wanted to comfort you but didn't know what he would comfort you about. He did the next thing he thought was best. He asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. the infos regarding the person you had a date with and found where he worked. He decided to pay him a visit. Loki being Loki just entered his office without warning and looked at him up and down. "Can I help you?", the other man stated beyond annoyed at the invasion of privacy. Loki smiled mischievously and replied, "As a matter of fact you can. You've been to a date with Y/N a couple of days ago, is that right?" "Who?", said the other. "Y/N. It looks like she left a present behind", replied Loki though greeted teeth and pointed at the male's hand. The male seemed to think about it before laughing loudly. "That fat bitch? Yeah, why?", he stated. Loki felt the heat coming up and had to control himself to snap at the guy. "That's not how you refer to ladies, especially someone as special as Y/N", he stated. In a fraction, Loki was standing next to the guy and plunged into his memories. He saw the way he behaved and your reaction. "The fuck did you just do to me freak?", shouted the man. "I'm calling the security." Loki punched him so hard, he fell to the ground unconscious.

Later that night, you were all gathered around the diner table while the TV was blasting on the background. Your attention was caught by the journalist words, describing "A tall slim male, raven-dark hair and dressed up in an all black suit was spotted at the crime scene being the main suspect after an assistent's attorney violently agression. The victim decided to not press charges." Your and the other's gaze looked at Loki who simply shrugged. "What?", he mumbled. "Was that you?", asked Steve. Loki's gaze locked with yours and he replied that it was the right thing to do. You stood up and left the table. He followed you, catching you on the way and you confronted him. "The fuck Loki? Why did you do that?" He sighed and angrily spat, "He deserved it, he treated you badly and NO ONE treats MY Queen that way !"

You gasped and hid your open mouth in your hands. "What did you just called me?", you whispered. He stepped closer and reached for your hand. "You weren't supposed to find out this way, but you mean a lot to me. Feeling that you're not ok and finding out the way he treated you, I couldn't help myself." "Your queen?", you whispered. A small smile crossed his features and he caressed your cheek. " Yes. Will you give me a chance to show you how much you matter to me?" Lost in his green eyes you nodded and felt him lean down slowly. Your lips connected into a soft kiss lighting your whole being, the fire pulsing through your veins. "I can still tease you right?", you asked him with a wide smile. He laughed and nodded. "Yes please, never stop doing that." You took his face between you hands and kissed him deeply.

You melted his heart and he burst yours in flames. Who knew that fire and ice were a match.

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copper-wasp · 5 years

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Noctis Lucis Caelum x Reader: Kisses (Part 4/?)

From an ongoing series of short one-shots regarding kissing our favorite pretty boy quartet.

Also posted to AO3

Rated: T

Words: 2091

The water felt great on your feet as they dangled from the dock. You leaned back on your hands, closing your eyes to the fading sun as it began its descent below the horizon. It was warm on your cheeks, it’s light having brought out your freckles from basking in it all day. It was your last night here before you had to drive back to Insomnia and continue with your duties.

Gladio and Prom were huddled around the campfire, while Iggy and Iris prepped the s’mores. Noct was walking toward you, two bottles of beer in his hands. He handed one to you, having already removed the cap, and you clicked the bottle against his before taking a long sip.

“You look comfortable,” he commented, sitting cross legged next to you.

“I could probably stay here forever if you let me,” you replied, setting the bottle on the worn wood.

He chuckled, “I don’t think any of us can afford that luxury... but it is pretty nice out here, away from the city.”

“It is,” you agreed, running your finger over the condensation forming on the bottle.

“Hey, thanks for coming with us this weekend. I know the Marshal keeps you busy most of the time.”

You chuckled, taking another sip. “Yeah, he does, but honestly I wouldn’t have it any other way. Idle hands are the devil’s playthings, after all.”

“Oh jeez, now you sound like Ignis.”

“Is that a bad thing?” you asked, cocking your head to the side as you looked at him.

“I can barely handle one Iggy. I think I’d die if there were two,” he replied with a laugh. “I’m sorry we haven’t had much time together, you know, to hang out,” he added, running a hand through his hair.

You pulled your feet out of the water, tucking your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around yourself. “It’s all right, I know how popular you are,” you replied, looking down at the surface of the water, watching the little ripples your feet left as they exited widen until they merged with the rest of the calm water.

You could see Noct looking at you in your periphery as he absentmindedly brought the bottle up to his lips.

“It’s not polite to stare, Highness,” you said sarcastically, turning to smirk at him. You thought he’d look away, but he kept his gaze on you, deep blues looking right into your eyes.

“What if I can’t help but stare at beautiful things?” he replied softly, moving himself incrementally closer to you. You opened and closed your mouth pathetically, trying to come up with some sort of comeback, a witty remark to deflect his attention elsewhere. He couldn’t know how you felt about him, could he? It was wholly inappropriate, a member of the Crownsguard lusting over the Prince, especially as you were three years older than him. But every time he’d look at you, or brush his fingers against yours when you handed him something, or smile and nod at you in passing, your stomach did a little backflip, always failing to stick the landing.

You thought about just sliding into the lake and letting yourself drown, but decided quickly that that may be a touch extreme (not to mention that you knew how to swim...). You were pulled out of your self-deprecation when you felt his fingertips ghost over your cheek; they were too soft and too warm, and now hurling yourself into the lake was looking even more tempting. His lips were centimeters away from yours when you heard Iris call out to you.

“Noct! Hey, [Y/N]! S’mores are ready for the fire!” she said, and you scrambled to your feet, power walking off of the pier and onto the soft grass. Luckily Iris has been standing too far away to see what had almost happened, and you breathed a guilty sigh of relief.

Listen, self. You cannot, and I repeat, cannot kiss the Prince; you can’t! Is that clear? you thought, claiming the empty seat between Gladio and Prom around the fire. You furrowed your brows, actively averting your gaze when Noctis rejoined the group.

“You okay?” Prompto asked, handing you a marshmallow already gored on a skewer.

“Fine, yeah. Just tired from all this doing nothing,” you remarked, grinning at him.

“Nothing is my favorite thing to do,” Gladio interjected, lowering his book to catch your eye. You chuckled at him, thrusting your marshmallow directly into the flames. The only acceptable way to roast a marshmallow was to make sure that baby was charred on the outside, making it gooey and delicious in the center.

Iggy, horror-struck at your treatment of the marshmallow, argued with you for a solid three minutes about how you were just burning it and there was no way it tasted better than his perfectly golden brown one, until Prom agreed with you, brandishing his own blackened ‘mallow before lovingly sandwiching it between the chocolate and graham crackers. Then Gladio agreed with Iggy and the whole thing started again. Iris wisely kept her opinion to herself, even when her brother tried to goad her into taking his side. Noct, on the other hand, wasn’t even bothering with the fire, literally just shoving marshmallows into his mouth ‘raw.’

Like a telepath, he managed to catch your eye every time your gaze meandered over to him, and you were glad that the orange glow of the fire was enough to camouflage your pinked cheeks.

After eating far too many s’mores, and unable to keep sitting there as if your body wasn’t screaming to be held by Noctis as he pressed kiss after kiss on your lips, you lamely excused yourself to the cabin to try to fall asleep.

After quieting your heart, you closed your eyes tight, eventually falling into a dreamless sleep.

It probably wasn’t the best idea to go to bed at 8:30 in the evening, as you fell out of sleep a couple hours later. Holding your wrist over your head, you saw the glow of the hands on your watch resting on 12:47. Groaning, you switched positions, then switched again, and once more for good measure before giving up and extracting yourself from the bed.

You crept to the front door as quietly as you could, only stubbing your toe once on the coffee table, cursing under your breath, before gently twisting the handle and stepping out into the night. Some of the daytime heat had dissipated, but it was still balmy and pleasant.

You wandered back over to the pier after grabbing a lantern from around the fire, sitting down on the edge and dipping your feet into the water once again. The moon was bright, casting a glow on the placid surface and you took a deep breath, still faintly smelling the burning wood from the campfire.

You leaned back on the dock, trying to find as comfortable a position as you could on the hard planks, your eyes darting around the night sky, playing connect the dots with the stars.

You heard soft footsteps from behind you on the pier, knowing immediately who it was.

“Good evening, Highness,” you said, sitting up, but not looking at him. “Or I guess I should say good morning?”

Noctis sat next to you, his shoulder bumping against yours as he tucked his legs underneath him. “You know you don’t have to call me that, right? My name is just fine,” he replied.

“I know, but I have to remind myself who you are,” you said softly, tilting your head back to look up at the sky once more.

“Is that why you practically ran away from me earlier?”

“Shit, you really get right to the point, don’t you?” you sighed, pulling your feet out of the water and shaking them to try to get as much liquid off as you could.

“That’s not exactly answering my question, [Y/N].”

You glanced over at him, the lantern illuminating his striking features. You could see his hair was a mess, though, sticking up even more than usual at odd angles. The Prince must not be a calm sleeper.

“Yes, Noctis,” you replied, voice heavy with annoyance, wanting to bail on this entire conversation. “You’re the goddamn Crown Prince. I cannot kiss the Crown Prince. I can’t. I just can’t, okay?” You ran a hand through your hair, hating that there were angry tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“There’s nothing stopping us....” he said quietly, trying to take your hand, but you pulled it away, a sardonic laugh escaping your lips.

“Except my job, and my age, and oh, you know, you being the Prince.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” he said flatly, trying to get you to look at him. “I like you, I know you like me, why won’t you just let me kiss you?”

“Gods, Noct, of course I want that. I am always thinking about you... but we just can’t,” you said, your tone softening.

“I don’t care about what’s expected of me, okay?” he said, finally able to grab your flailing hand, quickly pressing your palm against his chest, right over his rapidly beating heart. “All I care about is how being around you makes me feel.”

You could feel your resolve crumbling. Your brain was frantically trying to mortar that brick wall back together, but your heart was a bulldozer.

“Noctis-“ you whispered, but were quickly silenced by his lips on yours. He brought his hands up to your cheeks, kissing you desperately, uncoordinated as he claimed your mouth with his. You slid the hand that was on his chest up to his neck, feeling his heartbeat even stronger there. Your other hand you hooked over his shoulder, bunching his shirt into your fist.

Once he felt your hands on him, he angled your head to press even closer to your lips, pouring every ounce of himself into it. Completely in sync, your tongues met, swirling around one another in tandem. You moaned softly into his mouth and he swallowed it, greedily drinking down all of your noises. He moved his hands to your waist, pulling you as closely to him as he could from your awkward sitting positions, lips not leaving yours for a single second.

You draped your arms around his neck, pulling back to suck in a breath before finding his lips again. You kissed for an embarrassingly long time, and when you parted, you were lightheaded and completely out of breath from his sweet oral torture.

“Oh, Noct,” you breathed, still as close to him as you could be. “Now I’m never going to be able to fall back asleep,” you finished, laughing softly.

You felt him caress his hands up your back, a shiver shooting down your spine. “Well, we’ve got this whole lake to ourselves... wanna go skinny dipping?”

You grinned, pressing a soft kiss to his soft lips. “That’s very inappropriate to be asking your bodyguard, Highness,” you teased, emphasizing the last word as you untangled yourself from his grasp. Standing up and facing away, you grabbed at the hem of your tank top, pulling it up and over your head in one fluid motion, exposing your naked back to him. You heard him choke on his spit, coughing a few times to try to clear his throat. Next went your shorts and underwear, pushed swiftly down over your hips, giving Noctis the full, unobstructed view of your backside. You stepped out of them, hearing him curse, followed by some scrabbling as he rushed to stand.

Looking at him over your shoulder, you saw him half way through tearing off his own shirt, his lithe, muscled stomach accented by the moonlight.

You elegantly dove into the water, squealing a little when you broke the surface, the temperature being a little colder than you expected. You looked back up at the pier, getting just a little glimpse of Noct’s naked form before he joined you, his cannonball splashing some water on your face.

He surfaced and immediately swam over to you, his hands finding your waist under the water. He pulled you close, humming satisfactorily as your breasts came into contact with his chest. He claimed your mouth in another intense kiss, feeling like his hands were touching and caressing every inch of your skin.

You brushed his dripping hair back off his forehead, kissing his temple as he held you in his embrace, both of your feet kicking to keep you above water.

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shipmistress9 · 5 years

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Can you please do the "Please don't walk out that door?" prompt ?? Hiccstrid ❤️

Hey there! Sorry this took a bit longer, but here it finally is. Not sure this is what you expected, but, well… ^^”

In addition to the prompt (from this list, it also is kind of a sequel to @heathenvampires Kinktober one shot Biting. Meaning we have a Modern AU with vampire!Hiccup and human!Astrid.

I hope you like it :)

Biting 2

For a seemingly never-ending moment, he just gazed down at her. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful, the pale moonlight gleaming on her skin. He could literally spend eternity just watching her.

Except that she wouldn’t be here that long.

A pained noise escaped Hiccup’s throat. It wasn’t his real name, of course. After centuries wandering this world, he couldn’t remember what his real name once had been. But even though he mostly tried to blend in, he sometimes amused himself with throwing people off by picking the most ridiculous name possible. Hiccup certainly had served him well.

Except for the one who hadn’t been thrown off; not by the name and not by anything else. Not by his icy skin, his never-changing body, his inhuman strength, or by the fact that, more than almost everything else, he craved her blood. That he could easily kill her if he ever lost control for only a second. She’d stayed with him, even after she’d learned what he was, had never looked at him as if he was a monster. With her, he’d felt human again, something he’d thought he’d lost ages ago.

Carefully, he let his fingers glide over her face, memorising her features without ever touching her. He didn’t want to wake her, didn’t want to draw it out. He’d already stayed longer with her than he should, longer than with anyone else before her. And she would stay with him until the end of time, Hiccup was sure of that. Never before in his existence had he met someone as intriguing and fascinating as Astrid. She was fierce and courageous, but also soft and loving. She was beautiful, but it was more than just her golden hair and blue eyes that reminded him of the long-lost summer days, the blue sky and the golden sunlight. No, her beauty reached deeper, beneath her skin. She had a beautiful soul, and no matter how long he kept wandering, he would forever treasure her memory.

But he couldn’t stay any longer. Already, he’d influenced her life for long enough. It wasn’t fair to her to linger, to let her fantasise about him changing her, when he knew that he would never take her life.

Oh, she didn’t see it like that, but he knew better. Being a Vampire didn’t mean eternal life. Never feeling the warm sunlight, never tasting all those fascinating dishes mankind had invented, never seeing a sunset again. Never hearing the laughter of your child. Wanding among those who fear you, smelling their blood. Fighting the urge to kill every single one, just so the thirst would lessen for a little while. No, that wasn’t eternal life. It was eternal sorrow.

“I shouldn’t have let this happen again,” he murmured under his breath. His sharp eyes wandered over Astrid’s lithe body, covered with nothing but a thin blanket that left little to the imagination. He remembered how, only a short hour ago, he’d made love to her, that sweet sweet cry she’d given when he’d taken both her blood and her pleasure. Being intimate with a human was the only indulgence he allowed himself every now and then; not only for the desire but mostly for the company. It was an elusive escape with how quickly humans grew old and died, always painful to return to a place only to realise that the one he’d once known had passed away, and the short-lived happiness was barely ever worth the eternal sense of loss.

But with Astrid, he hadn’t been able to resist. Her radiant smile, her sharp humour, her witty comments, everything about her had drawn him in right from the first day he’d spotted her across a street. The joy she’d brought him over the months was invaluable, especially after she’d found out what he was and hadn’t fled. She was wonderful, perfect, everything he wanted. He wasn’t able to resist her.

And that was why he had to leave. Now, before it was too late. Every night she asked him to change her, and every night he told her maybe, that he would think about it.

But it was a lie. He didn’t need to think about it. He wouldn’t change her, couldn’t change her. She thought she’d be happy to spend eternity with him, but she didn’t know what she was offering to give up. And Hiccup knew that he couldn’t take it from her.

But he felt that his resolve was wavering, that her pleas hit him harder and harder with every time she asked. Tonight, in from of that mirror, he’d almost given in. He’d noticed how her hands had fluttered up, had known what she wanted. She wanted him to bite her for real, to infect her too. And he’d almost done it… The temptation was there, to create himself a companion, someone to share eternity with. But no matter how much he wanted it to be her, he couldn’t do it! She didn’t know what she was asking for…

Hiccup bent down to kiss her one last time, barely even touching her lips. It was more like the ghost of a kiss, a shadow. Just like him. Then he straightened again, turned, and walked away. It was better this way. She would be hurt when she woke in the morning, alone. Maybe she would cry. It was possible that she’d waste months, maybe even years looking for him. But in the end, it was better this way. She would heal, would love again. She would live.

When he reached the door, his eyes were burning. He couldn’t produce tears anymore, but if he could he knew that his cheeks would be wet. He didn’t want to leave her, ever. But it was the only way. Resisting the urge to turn and look at her one last time, he reached for the door handle, and–

“Hiccup?”

It wasn’t often that something took Hiccup by surprise anymore, but Astrid’s quiet voice did it. He froze, cursing his own reluctance. If he’d left only a few minutes earlier…

“Hiccup, where are you going?” She sounded tired, voice still heavy with fatigue.

Slowly, almost against his will, Hiccup turned to look at her again. All Gods above, she was so beautiful. So strong, yet so vulnerable as she gazed at him, her eyes widening with realisation.

“No,” she gasped. She scrambled out of the bed they’d shared, but stopped when he made a step backwards, toward the door. He had to leave, couldn’t stay, shouldn’t linger…

Astrid didn’t come closer, but from one moment to the other, it seemed as if all strength left her. The pain in her eyes almost killed him.

“Please,” she begged. “Please don’t walk out that door.”

Astrid was strong, but she had no chance against him. She couldn’t keep him from doing what he wanted, couldn’t force him. She was only human. And yet, she held an irresistible power over him. He should leave, just turn and disappear from her life. But he just couldn’t.

“I have to,” he whispered. “It’s been going on for too long already.” He met her eyes, trying to convey everything he felt for her. “I love you, Astrid, and I always will. I will never forget you. But I can’t stay any longer. I almost–” he broke off, biting back what he’d almost let slip. That he’d almost changer her tonight.

But Astrid seemed to understand anyway. Her eyes widened in surprise, joy and hope dancing behind them. “Please,” she implored. “Hiccup, please. Please do it!”

“I can’t,” he replied sternly.

“Why not?” she nearly whined.

“I already told you why,” he sighed. Why was he still here? “You are too young, you still have a whole life ahead of you. I won’t take that from you, Astrid. I won’t!”

“But I don’t want it.” Her voice was low, though not weak. Slowly, she made a careful step in his direction. Then another. He should simply leave, she couldn’t hold him back, but he couldn’t. “I don’t want a life without you in it. It’s not worth it.”

“Astrid,” he began, but she interrupted him directly.

“No, I mean it. I’ve thought about it long enough. I don’t care for a boring normal life. And I know that… that being a vampire isn’t easy. But it’s a burden we can carry together, you and me. We can share it. Please, Hiccup. I never want to be parted from you, not ever.”

She was almost close enough to touch him now, and he feared and craved her touch alike. If she only so much as touched his skin with her sure and warm fingers, his resolve might crumble. He wanted… wanted… wanted…

“Please do it, Hiccup.” She was right in front of him now, her hand on his chest where once his heart had been beating. Her warmth seeped into him, strong and sure and confident. And he knew that he wasn’t able to resist her.

It happened without a warning. In one moment, they just stood there, half a step apart. And in the next, he held her in a tight embrace, rendering her unable to move. His mouth was on her neck, cold lips ghosting over sweaty skin, before his fangs dug into her. He bit her deep, deeper than ever anyone before. He could taste the difference immediately, the fresher blood from her artery so full of life that it made him moan.

So… good…

It was overwhelming, so much stronger than he’d anticipated, and he had to fight to make himself stop. By the time he could think straight again, he was kneeling on the hard ground, Astrid’s limp body in his arms. For a short, horrible moment, he feared that he’d taken too much after all, but when he quickly checked her over, he relaxed again.

It had worked. He could still hear her steadily beating heart, but also could already smell it on her blood, the virus, the curse. She was infected, the change beginning already. Swallowing, he searched for her eyes, afraid of what he might find there. But when their eyes met, hers were gleaming.

“Thank you,” she mouthed, her body too weak to produce sounds already.

He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers. “For you, my lady, everything.”

Carefully, he lifted her body off the ground and carried it back to the bed. She was trembling all over, the virus working quickly. It wouldn’t take long.

“Now rest, my love,” he murmured into her ear as he lay down by her side, holding her. “I’ll take care of you, and when you wake, I’ll be here. Forever.”

So… yeah… hope you liked it :)

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