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yuri-is-online · 1 year

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And Your Name Is? (Jade, Leona, Riddle)

Synopsis- After successfully resolving whatever was causing NRC to be trapped in an endless time loop of overblotting and disaster, one last reset should give him a chance to experience a normal school year with you. But instead you find yourself trapped in the here and there, appearing as a vague shadow around the school that vanishes as soon as he catches up to you. The kind thing to do would be to allow you to be forgotten in the chance it lets you return to your world.

But this is Twisted Wonderland where the kind thing is seldom done, and he wants you back as much as you want to find him again.

a/n: Look, I don't know who decided to make MICKY MOUSE a sadman deadwife in Disney's attempt at animal crossing but it gave me ideas. This is shamelessly based off that questline, feel free to request other characters. Everyone deserves a chance at angst. This probably won't be the last time I'll write something with this sort of premise meh

notes: angst with the intent of comfort, Jade is a red flag. Otherwise mild.

Jade Leech

It’s a wonder you ever lived here. Ramshackle is cold, Jade can’t bring himself to say lifeless for fear of speaking a crueler fate into existence, but the word’s on the tip of his tongue nonetheless. It’s a pity this is where you call “home,” but he can work with this. He can sweep up the cobwebs, dust every broken surface before popping the timbers back into place, figure out how to repair the upholstery so long as he sees the shimmery light that forms your shape begin to fill in. He knows if he reaches for you that you will disappear, so he lets you observe as he keeps you in the corner of his eye. Jade is careful, methodical, even as his hands shake as he launders your sheets and fluffs pillows on a bed he really wants to burn for its audacity to be so uncomfortable. He vaguely recalls requesting you make one room of this place into a giant terrarium once, a silly request he’s sure he’d make again if he could just speak to you, for no other reason than to hear you laugh. But, he supposes as he slips himself into your bed reaching out towards the in between as if he can pull you from the here and there with the sheer force of his longing; he is already sort of doing that. Just like the Sea Witch keeping creatures in glass bottles he’s trying to replicate the perfect environment for you.

“Jade?”

“I’m here.” he murmurs, not daring to open his eyes just yet, instead reaching for where he thinks your face should be. “Do you hear me? It’s past your bedtime, prefect.”

“Jade.”

“It’s awfully lonely here.” He hates the way he sounds. It’s too raw, too clear with his intent to be the tease he wants it to be. “Won’t you come to bed?”

“Jade!” His eyes open, his hand lands on you, the real you, not a shade made up of his memory, he manages to crush the urge to cry and pulls you up into his embrace. Your eyes are unfocused, confused but moving towards his touch as if you were searching for it. “W-who.. I have to find…” You move, on instinct towards his heartbeat, as he slowly strokes your arms to soothe your shaking. “Jade… I’m looking for-”

“You found me.” Jade is gentle, careful as he searches over you for any sign of distress or injury, sighing in relief when he only finds confusion. It doesn’t matter if you don’t remember specifics. It doesn’t matter to him if you’ve forgotten your own name, Jade’s known and loved you for three timelines now, he’ll remind you of who you are if that’s what you want. In the meantime, he slowly encloses you in the safety of his embrace and tries not to smile too wide as you naturally relax into him. He will build you a beautiful garden in this world, and nothing will ever harm you this badly ever again, he swears it.

Leona Kingscholar

How many times has he been forced to watch you die? He’s not sure, his memory clearly doesn’t want to cooperate with him out of fear he’ll consider the failures a waste of energy, consider you wasted energy. Give in to the self-sabotaging part of him that never wanted to love you in the first place and abandon you to your fate, and yet no matter how many times he held your limp form in his arms he never had. There was something mildly addicting in the realization that you chose him in every lifetime. Not that stupid lizard or stuck up diva, him the second born, grumpy, lazy lion.

“Leona?” Your shade has always been able to speak, and Leona’s always been able to hear it. It’s like you’re trying to retrace your steps through time, starting with your meeting in the botanical gardens up to your stay in his room. He tries to tell himself you’re like a flea burrowing its way into his skin, irritating in your presence, unwelcome. He tries to tell himself if you didn’t mean enough to this world to keep a corporeal form that you shouldn’t mean anything to him. If Twisted Wonderland rejected you then so should he.

“Leona.” He hates how alone you sound. He hates how he can see you around the gardens but can’t hear footsteps, see you sitting on the edge of the balcony but not smell you. He really wants to hate you.

“I have to… promised… Leona…”

“I’m here you know.” he mutters, half asleep under the heavy curtain of vines in the botanical gardens. “You wanna keep your promise? Then quit runnin away.” Silence. Always silence, even in his dreams no matter how hard he tries to will you back into existence. He wants to stare you down, he really does, but how is he supposed to be anything but shocked when it's really you in front of him, listless and confused.

“Leona?” You’re confused, that much is clear. He wonders, smugly as he rises without complaint for once, if his name is the only thing you remember. The flicker of fear in your eyes is something he can do without, but if you know his name then somewhere inside that empty head of yours should be the same memories that have been plaguing him.

“I hope you’re prepared.” his tail swishes in excitement, and though you remain confused he delights in how you remain unafraid. “For just what you signed up for by callin my name.”

Riddle Rosehearts

Your shadow likes to sit in the Heartslabyul rose garden. Riddle is thankful for that, his gaze is hard to avoid here. He can keep an eye on you this way while he tries to find a solution for… whatever this is. It’s sickening, really, how useless he is without a rulebook or a study guide to follow. His memories of the past time loops might be blurry but he wonders if you ever felt frustrated with him in any of them. Someone as beautiful and wonderful as you constantly choosing someone as boring as him, he wants to be proud. He wants to point out that he is clearly in the right, in some sort of way, he has to be if he was loved in any way by you. It hurts him all the more to be so useless to you, to find so little concrete about the here and there and be told by every adult he reaches out to that the only thing they know is that no one who goes there ever comes back.

His dormmates like to keep a degree of distance from you. Riddle knows that they don’t know it’s you, he’s tried to explain to them multiple times and seen as they fight hard against whatever magic is trying to erase you from Twisted Wonderland to remember clearly who you were. It’s especially hard to watch Ace and Deuce loop through their worry over you and their anger at having forgotten only to get lost in the fog once again. He had to stop himself from trying, causing your best friends pain wouldn’t bring you back to them, to him. Riddle’s stubborn, he can take the confused looks of his house when he insists they let him have a private tea party with the strange ghost that’s taken up residence in their maze.

“I’m uncertain if our professors remember what happened, but I can say with certainty some of the material has changed. It’s a relief that the quality of our education hasn’t regressed.” He pours you a cup of tea, working off of muscle memory he can’t recall the context for anymore to make it in a way you must have liked. “I’ve been taking detailed notes on what my freshmen have been learning, when you return-” his voice cracks in panic as your shadow’s outline flickers “when you return…” he tries, softer this time focusing on gently setting down the tea pot “I’ll make sure you aren’t left behind. Ace and Deuce will keep their memories this time and we’ll all get to hang out together again, you’ll always have- you always have had a place in Heartslabyul, so please, please come back.” Riddle likes to think of himself as an adult, but he pouts and cries so easily. He can feel the tears bubbling up and obscuring his vision. Hiding the view of your shadow’s shape filling in.

“Riddle?” He hiccups, undignified, unbelieving the sight he’s seeing. You look so small, so confused but still so concerned for him, pausing to reach for a napkin to wipe his tears despite how unfocused you otherwise seem to be. You reach for him, shaky but still determined. “Are you Riddle?” you whisper. “I’ve been searching for him, I promised not to let go of his hand.” Riddle reaches for your hand with both of his, leaning into you. “I’m worried he’s lonely.”

“I was.” He isn’t crying anymore, Riddle likes to think he never will again as he presses a kiss into your palm. “You can rest now prefect, you’ve made it home.”

#twisted wonderland x reader #leona kingsholar x reader #leona kingscholar #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #jade leech x reader #jade leech

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lavender-z-love · 6 months

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In Denial | Koga

───—･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. —───

Genre | Black.FemReader X Koga, Demon X Demon, Mature (Nothing crazy you'll see), Cat x Dog, Nakedness, 'Tsundere'? (The reader), arranged marriage.

Content warning | Nudity, spelling errors.

A/n | This was supposed to be a Halloween Special but I got busy so, here you go ♡

Wordcount | About 1.2k

—♡

Cat demon Tribe and the Wolf demon tribe. The both weren't on good terms which is why a arrangement was set. The marriage between Y/n and Kouga was to be set, the two leaders to destroy what disagreements they had and stop this ridiculous rivalry.

Kouga, had nothing but the up most respect for you. So did some of the wolf demon tribe members. Those 'Some' being the few you grew up with as a child. You'd never thought in a million years your parents would force you to marry.

Kouga, willing to wait. A total gentleman, not to mention beautiful and agile. Though, you...not with any of it. More like you hated Kouga. Dispite your uncooperative-ness Kouga loved you anyway.

Avoiding him at all costs because you wouldn't deny you were attracted to him, you just wanted to live in denial.

A warm evening you decided to go for a bathe in a nearby pond. Bringing soaps and shampoos, which a human friend of yours 'Kagome' gave to you as a gift. You set your items down and began to strip. Neatly folding your clothes, you jump into the water; fully submerging yourself.

You relaxed completely under water, enjoying the way the mini current felt on your face. That was until, you sensed something..rather someone. Quickly bringing your head above water you turn around to see who it was. Your fiancé sat at the edge of the pond.

"Hey Y/n." He said softly,"I didn't know cats loved water." You stared at him blankly.."Mm, delightful.."

Kouga chuckled,"Is it okay if I hop in?"

"Yes, I was getting out anyway", You say with a tinge of annoyance in your voice. Going to the opposite end of the body of water to get out.

Kouga raised a brow,"Getting out? Oh come on, I saw you just get in." Oh, you'd been caught, like a deer in headlights.

You feel your cheeks burn, realizing what he had said. You turned to face him before scolding him, "Y-You watched me?! So you're a pervert! I knew I-". Stopping mid sentence as he was fully naked and getting in the pond. You were visibly flustered as the sight before you. "O-Oh my god!" Quickly turning around, your mouth gaped as you looked at the picture in your mind.

Kouga slowly making his way to you,"Y/n I don't mind if you look at me...". Still stunned, you fan yourself with your hand and whisper, "Be gone bad thoughts be gone.."

"Oh? I thought I was a pervert.."

You turned around to face him,"Look here you– Im-!.." Is he doing this on purpose?! Its like he's trying to get you to see his body. You turned around and because of how much taller he was than you; your eyes meet at his chest. Sculpted abs, toned biceps, his curved collar bone– then up to his neck, that delicious adam's apple. His jawline was well-defined and sharply angled, like it could cut anything with a simple touch. Then, his face. Handsomely majestic–

You knew you were staring, you were checking him out and it was plain as day. He didn't say anything, he just watched you do so as you day dreamed. When you snapped out of it, you took a deep breathe before turning away.

Kouga wouldn't let you, he pulled your arm back. "Hey..Why avoid me again? It's not going to stop you from marrying me you know."

I laugh,"So far its worked–"

Kouga sighed,"Thats because I let you be. I could bug you like I am now, but I didn't." He reaches for your hand, he guides it to his chest. Sliding your hand along his torso. Pulling you in close, his free hand looping around your body and placed on your waist.

Kouga's voice, whispering: "You can't run from me forever"

You whisper back,"I will..watch me."

Kouga sighs,"What do I have to do to get you to love me?"

"Nothing, because it's not happening."

Kouga narrows his eyes, raising a brow. He smirks,"Sweetheart, you've been feeling me up for the past 5 minutes.."

"You started it..", you hissed.

"You're right, but I let your hand go. So, A: it seems like your hand has a mind of it's own..or B: You're the pervert."

You look at your hand and, its migrated up to his bicep...You retracted your hand and walked around him with annoyance. "You're starting to get on my nerves!" You couldn't stay any longer or you were for sure to give in to your desires.

You should've known, nothing would get past him. "Y/n, will you please stop avoiding me." He follows after you, "I don't understand why you don't like me so much. I can assure you we can come to an agreement– I promise to treat you like a goddess." You turn around facing him.

"You hardly know me, why are you okay with this marriage?"

"I just want to stop this useless fighting"

"So you admit you're using me to get my tribe to side with yours? Hm? What tired of having so many enemies?",you smirk.

"No! I'd never do that Y/n..I just want all this ridiculous rivalry to come to an end. I want everyone to be happy."

You fold your arms. Kouga reaches his arms out to you,"You know, Im more than willing to protect and cherish you."

You back up, and Kouga walks forward with an soft empathic smile. "W-What if I dont want to." You continue to back up, Kouga persistent, he continued in your direction. "We'll come to a conclusion, help me understand."

Your back hits the edge of the pond, Kouga stops in front of you. "Help you understand huh.."

You scoffed,"Understand this..I dislike you..." Kouga caged you against the pond wall, both hands on each side of you. "Is that so..do you..dislike me as a man? Or as a person?"

"Both..", you said unsure. Kouga's not dumb, he's far from it. He can read you like a book. He leans in, his face now in front of yours. "Tell me..what you dislike about me, and I'll fix it for you."

His gorgeous face a few inches away from yours. 'H-He's gotta be doing this on purpose', you think to yourself.

"I'm sick of you, and your pretty face. Your attractive body too. It's– Annoying." You admitted embarrassed. Kouga chuckles,"Oh..You want me to fix your attraction towards me?" He said with a large smile.

You stand there flustered not knowing what to say.. but definitely enticed by his lips as he was enticed by yours. "So?..Do you want to consider loving me someday? Or keep living in denial, hm?"

A finger under your chin, making you look at him; your arranged fiancé. His blue eyes look back into your orange eyes. "...You're really pushing for this huh?" You whisper as you gaze at his lips. Have they always looked so bite-able, so kiss-able like that?

"I am, if you let me. I will give everything you want and more." Kouga looked down at you with a gentle smile, his k-9's peaking past his lips. Kouga leans in, still using his finger to keep your eyes on him.

Your dark cheeks tented a slight red, you shut your eyes closed tight. Expecting to be kissed by Kouga. Though when you felt nothing you opened one eye looking back at him confused. Both eyes opened, batting your eyelashes at him. "I thought you were.."

"Hm? Gonna kiss you?"

You nod, this making Koga smile. Maybe he was getting some progress from you. "You mean you want me to kiss you?" Feeling bashful you nod just a tiny bit, realizing what you'd just admitted to wanting to kiss him. Once again, it was obvious you were attracted to Koga. Even to him, he could see it from a mile away.

"Thats..not what I ment to say–"

Koga smirks,"Then what?~ hm..I'll kiss you, if you want me too."

You scowl,"I did but no! You're pissing me off. If you haven't realized, this is inappropriate! We've been so close together, naked in this springs and now you're trying to get me to admit I want to ki-"

You went silent, with a pair of lips pressed to yours. Your hand instinctively going to his shoulder, as Koga pulls you in close. You sighed into his lips, finally giving in to some sort of affection from him. Koga pulls away, leaving you a breathless, heart-fluttery mess.. "See what happens when we come to an agreement and talk like adults?"

"Shut up..", you rolled your eyes, tugging at his arm. He took your subtle hint.

Koga smiles, leaning close,"Yes ma'am". Once again kissing you, and you gladly kissed back. Letting him lead, you followed his fluid like motions. Your eyes closing, pulling him in close and him doing the same.

Giving into to Koga felt wonderful. Being able to melt into his touch..could I feel like this all the time Im with him? His left hand on your waist and right on your cheek. Your hands on his chest, the both of you fit together like a steamy puzzle piece. When it seemed like the two of you were about to get carried away–

"Koga! Koga! We've got some trouble with the Northern Wolf Demon tribe."

Another voice,"Hey Sis!"

You yelp as you pull away, mid kiss– hiding behind Koga. "Ginta? Hakkaku?" You peak from Kouga's shoulder. The wolf demon with a spikey white mohawk spoke,"Wow! You're finally getting along?"

You visibly flustered,"We are Not!" You scowled. Hakkaku tilts his head in confusion,"Really? Because to me it looked like the two of you were a bout to-

Koga clears his throat, interruption Hakkaku. "E-Enough...now you two can head that way..I'll be right behind you."

The boys nod then take off. Hakkaku waves,"Bye sis! Glad to see you're finally coming along!"

Your eye twitches,"Don't call me that–"

Koga smiles,"You should probably stop denying it." You stare at him blankly, and scoff. Kouga gets out of the pond, shaking off what water he can before putting his clothes back on.

He smiles brightly at you,"Its okay, I know you love me. Its only a matter of time before you accept it, and when you do. I'll be waiting."

You fold your arms, embarrassed you look away. "As if! go run off to your tribe." Kouga, fixes his last clothing needed. "I'll catch you later, okay? Next time we meet I'll be sure to do something sweet for you!" He says starting his light jog.

"Stop being so nice to me!" You shout as he gets farther and farther away.

You hear a light laughter from his direction. "Just trying to help you chose beautiful ♡!" He shouts from what now is a cyclone zipping away.

....You sit in the pond..shivering..

"Sheesh. Some fiancé...he could've helped me wash my hair before he left...", you mumble. Smiling to yourself as you place your fingers on your lips..

.."I cant stand him ♡"

Written and posted on Nov 8/23

#koga x reader #Koga x you #koga x y/n #koga x black reader #koga inuyasha #inuyasha x reader #inuyasha x you #inuyasha x y/n #inuyasha x black reader #inuyasha scenarios #inuyasha imagines #inuyasha ff #kinktober #halloween x reader #kinktober ff

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dameronscopilot · 1 year

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Heater goes out in the middle of a cold night. Wouldn't mind cuddle with benny, and santi. Sigh...

(I swear this was supposed to just be a paragraph of mindless thoughts, and it turned into a drabble somehow oops)

intertwined

Benjamin “Benny” Miller x reader x Santiago "Pope" Garcia

Word Count: 800+

Content: and! they! were! roommates!, roommates to lovers speed run, cuddling kissing for warmth

“Goddamnit.”

You rouse from a light sleep at the sound of Benny’s voice out in the hallway, slowly sitting up and blinking as your eyes adjust. A shudder runs down your spine when your comforter falls down off of your shoulders—it’s freezing.

Groaning, you slip out of bed, scooping up a small pile of material on the floor that vaguely resembles a sweatshirt before padding across the room to peek out the door. Your roommates, Benny and Santiago, are both standing in front of the thermostat, arms crossed and faces equally fraught with annoyance.

“Did the heater stop working again?” you casually ask, leaning against the door frame.

Santi glances over at you, all pillow-soft curls and tired eyes, and furrows his brows. “Is that my sweatshirt?”

Glancing down at it, you realize that yes, indeed it is. “Maybe,” you reply with a grin, walking over to them.

Benny seemingly gives up on his battle with the device on the wall, and he curses under his breath, running a hand through his tousled blonde hair. “Yeah, it’s busted, but I think the problem’s with the furnace itself this time, not the thermostat. Landlord’s asleep, so we’re fucked until the morning, I guess.”

Far too cold and too damn tired to care about how bold your suggestion may sound, you step between the two of them, looping an arm in each of theirs. “Let’s go then.”

“It’s three in the morning. Where are we going, honey?” Benny asks, a note of amused sarcasm in his voice.

“My bed, obviously.”

Santi chokes, “What?”

“We’re cuddling for warmth. Unless you both want to freeze to death alone in your beds,” you respond primly.

“Wasn’t how I thought you’d ask me to get into bed with you, but I’ll take it,” Benny laughs, the honeyed tone of his deep voice doing far more to you than you should allow it to.

“Wait.”

You both glance at Santiago, and he continues, “Ben’s bed is the biggest out of all of ours. We’ll probably…fit better.”

Raising an eyebrow, you glance between the two of them. “Interesting that you know how big his bed is.”

Benny glances up at the ceiling, biting his lip. “Is it?”

Santiago coughs, shooting Benny a look. “Alright Sherlock Holmes, you can play detective later. Let’s get a move on, I’m losing feeling in my toes.”

You’ll mull over that later.

For now, all you can think about is the way it feels to find yourself snugly trapped between Santiago and Benny’s combined body heat, burrowed under the silky soft sheets in the latter’s bed.

The way something finally loosens in your chest, tugging free in a rockslide of emotions.

You’ve spent months dancing around it, this inevitability that’s tentatively hovered in the air between the three of you since you moved in. This quiet, unspoken thing that feels so much easier to look at head on now in this very moment, shrouded in the inky black darkness of Benny’s bedroom.

Benny knows what you want—he can feel it in the way your heart’s wildly beating its way out of your chest as he presses his thumb against your collarbone. Santi knows, too.

And yet, even as Benny's nose brushes against yours, breath fanning across your lips and his hair tickling your forehead, he waits.

He waits until you’re ready, until the feather-light caress of Santiago’s fingers over your hip as he curls against you from behind leaves you shivering with anticipation. Until the barest touch of Benny’s ankle hooking over yours elicits a hitch in your breath.

Until you can't fucking stand it any longer.

But when you do eventually lean forward, finally seeking out the real warmth you desire, Benny stops holding back.

And so does Santiago.

Benny kisses you hard, like he's been waiting for this for days. Weeks. Months. Like he's already memorized the curve of your lips long before being given this chance to finally taste them.

Meanwhile, Santiago's mouth blazes a hot, exploratory trail from behind, calloused fingers tugging at the collar of your—his—sweatshirt, his teeth and tongue lavishing the delicate curve of your neck.

Benny’s lips make start to make their way across your jaw, trailing down the front of your throat, only to be replaced with Santiago’s. He pulls you down onto your back, tongue swiping across your bottom lip before licking his way into your mouth.

You arch your back at the feeling of Benny and Santiago's fingers intertwining against your hipbone, their mouths straying, and you tug both of their faces back toward yours for heated kiss that quickly begins to skirt the edges of desperation. Curiosity still burning in your gut, you run a hand through Benny's hair, tugging on it firmly to pull his lips from yours.

You glance from him to Santiago, whose teeth have begun to graze the sensitive spot just below your earlobe, and Benny grins. He leans over you, cupping the side of Santi's face before capturing his lips in an eager, messy kiss, and the heat in your gut blazes white-hot.

On second thought, the furnace can stay broken.

#answers from the cockpit #benny miller x reader #santiago garcia x reader #triple frontier #benny miller fanfiction #santiago garcia fanfiction #benny miller x reader x santiago garcia #santiago garcia x reader x benny miller #oscar isaac fanfiction #garrett hedlund fanfiction

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ilovewriting06 · 1 year

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Not So Secret Girlfriend- Part 2

Warnings: Semi smut, consensual choking, mentions of edging, and a slight breeding kink if you squint About an hour after the phone call I pull into my driveway. I see Y/N’s car so I know she’s here. When I get inside I see her asleep on the couch and chuckle knowing that she’s probably been there since we hung up. I decide not to wake her up yet and to go take a quick shower.

Y/N’s POV

I groan as I’m blinded by the sunlight coming in through the window. I sit up when I realize that the shower is running meaning that Steve is home. I stand up and stretch deciding to go get a glass of water.

After getting my water I stand by the window watching the ocean while drinking my water. As I’m standing there I feel someone grab my sides and yell, “Boo!” I screech and drop my cup on the floor and hear it shatter. I turned around with a glare on my face to see Steve standing there laughing. I look at him and then slap his chest and yell, “You jerk that was my favorite cup!” He just laughed harder until I walked away and grabbed the broom and dustpan and shoved into his chest before saying, “Clean it up.”

“Oh come onnn, it was funnyyyy.”

I glared at him before saying, “No, it was not now clean it up.” He rolls his eyes but starts sweeping up the glass, I smile before jumping up on the counter to watch him and make sure he didn’t miss anything.

When Steve is done cleaning up the glass he looks at me and walks over to me and sets his hand on either side of my legs and says, “Sooo, Danny wants to meet you now.”

I chuckle while sliding my hands up his chest to loop my arms around his neck before saying, “Okay, but why?”

Steve shrugged before grabbing my waist and pulling me closer while saying, “Well apparently he has to approve of anyone I date and he finds you interesting and he wants to know the story about us.”

I furrow my eyebrows before asking, “Why does he find me interesting?”

“Because apparently if you willingly spend more than five seconds with me you are a very interesting person.”

I laugh and pull him closer and wrap my legs around his waist while running my hands through his hair while scratching his scalp with my nails knowing it’s a sure fire way to turn him on and as expected he lets out a low groan making it very obvious of the effect I’m having on him.

I let a smile slip onto my face before saying, “That is true, but didn’t you tell him that we’ve known each other for three years?”

Steve let out a shaky breath trying to hold himself together as I pull him in for a kiss he says, “No, I figured you could tell him, tomorrow night at dinner.”

Without registering what Steve said I smash my lips onto his starting a heated kiss when it registered that he said we were having dinner with Danny, which would be no big deal if it wouldn’t be for the fact that tomorrow is our eight month anniversary and Steve had promised to take me on a date.

I push Steve away and jump off the counter and distanced myself from Steve as my veins fill with annoyance before saying, “But we’re supposed to go on a date tomorrow night. You know the thing you promised to take me on for our eight month anniversary!”

He groaned from the mix of the loss of contact and the annoyance in my voice before saying, “I know, but work keeps getting in the way, and it’s Danny, and until he meets you he’s going to bother me nonstop until he does.”

I let out a huff knowing he’s right before saying, “Fine, but only Danny no one else. At least not tomorrow night.”

He chuckled before agreeing while walking towards me. I tried and failed to hide the smile that was trying to make its way into my face when I realized what he was trying to do and undoubtedly going to succeed at. As he got closer I backed up until my back hit the wall and he took the advantage to cage me in with his arms. I let out a shaky moan as he slips his thigh in between my legs rubbing against my core. I moaned out again and let my head hit the wall as he kissed the spot on my neck that makes me weak in the knees. I could feel him smirk against my neck as he said, “So, about earlier?” I panted as I let out a hum as a sign for him to continue. “If you mention having sex or children with someone other than me I’m going to edge you so fucking hard it’ll just take a single touch to have you screaming. I will be the only one putting a baby in you, are we clear?” As he was saying this his hand had traveled to my throat because he knew it drove me wild and added more pressure to my clit using his thigh. I groaned as he started sucking on one of my many sweet spots right below my ear before tugging on his hair causing him to let out a loud moan before I choked out, “Yes, fuck, I’m yours no one else’s but please, for the love of god Steve fuck me already.” He didn’t need to be told twice as he slammed his lips onto mine with such force I slammed into the wall behind me before he picked me up causing me to wrap my legs around him out of instinct.

He reached for the hem of my tank top and slid it over my head before discarding it somewhere in the kitchen. Right as he went to unclasp my bra he was interrupted by the all to familiar ring of his phone. I groaned and met his apologetic eyes as I untangled my legs from his waist and lowered my feet to the ground. When he knew I was stable he let go of me and walked to the island where his phone was laying. He answered the phone and from the look on his face I knew that he had to go.

I grabbed my tank top and slipped it over my head while he hung up the phone. When my shirt was on he grabbed my waist and said, “I’m so sorry baby, I promise to make it up to you.” I let out a small smile and sighed before wrapping my arms around his waist and looked into his eyes as I said, “I know babe, you always do besides, I have to go home and check on Mikaela.” He smiled before lowering his head to connect our lips. I forced myself to pull away from the heated kiss before saying, “Go get ‘em tiger.” He laughed before smacking my ass and saying, “Yes ma’am,” and left one more kiss on my lips before heading to the door. I touched my hand to my lips as his kiss still lingered before sighing and leaning against the wall I had previously been pinned to before whispering out, “I love you.”

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f1a1w1n · 11 months

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No, you don't

Part four of: No you don't

Summary: Poe finds out you have the force. Angst, a little dramatic chapter ngl. This fic is a slowburn, enemies to friends to lovers fic. In this part reader finds Rey and Poe tries to hide his amazement of the reader. Reader has the force.

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: None

Authors note: Sorry I haven't updated this fic in a while, I've been in hospital and just had surgery, and on top of that recovering from the flu 😭. If its not as good as the others I'm sorry but I am still vry sick and my writers block is going nowhere. Anyway thank you for reading, liking and leaving comments, they mean the world to me and I love reading them so much!

“Come on, help me,” I drag one of the stormtroopers by the collar “don’t just stand there!”

Finn and the alien jolt from their shock and help drag the other two stormtroopers. Poe stands with his mouth agape and his eyebrows raised.

We dump the stormtroopers behind the crate wall.

“Come in trooper R9-0087,” a staticy voice says from the stormtroopers belt.

“Shit, what do we do?” I say.

I look at them. Their shocked expressions make them look like goldfish. “Guys?!”

“Uh- we uh…” Finn tries.

“Trooper R9-0087, come in,”

I look at them expectantly. The alien shrugs his shoulders.

“Is everything alright R9-0087?” the voice pauses “do you want me to send backup? Are troopers R4-0074 and R5-0067 alive?

We glance down at the stormtroopers at our feet.

“Sending backup-”

“Wait! Troopers, R9-0087, R4-0074 and R5-0067 are alive… radio cut out” Poe says frantically.

“-alright cancelling backup.”

I let out a heavy sigh. My stomach stops doing loops. I look up at Poe, his face still struck with shock.

“You-” Poe points his finger at me.

“-later, we’ll talk about it later,” I slap his finger out of my face.

He resets his face into an infuriated one.

“Yeah we’ll talk about it. I-” he points his other finger at me “that was dangerous and stupid. And it put the whole mission at risk.” He clenches his jaw and squares his shoulders. His once starstruck expression gone.“Why didn’t you tell us that you’re a Jedi?”

“You didn’t need to know,”

Anger rises in his face. “You don’t think that the rebels might of benifitted from knowing that there was more than one Jedi?”

“I’m not going around trying to get myself killed!” I speak louder.

“That’s so selfish!” he yells. “You abandoned the rebelion! The one thing the opposes the sith, the Jedi’s enemy- you would let so many people die so you could-”

“The Jedi order is dead!” I yell. I can feel the shock bouncing around the room but my eyes stay on Poe. “It’s dead. And theres nothing I can do about it, so don’t stand there and tell me what I’ve done wrong because there is absolutely nothing I can do,”

The shuttle is ghost-quiet. No one dares to break the silence. I feel like I want to sink away back to Jakuu but I stand my ground. I take a deep breath to wash the emotion from my face.

“It’s dead.” I repeat. “I’ve already grieved about it, and accepted it so why don’t you put on your big boy pants and accept it so we can do what we came here to do.” I turn around to gather my thoughts.

There's a pause.

“I thought the Jedi where supposed to be braver,” Poe says quietly.

I whip around. “What did you just say?”

“You heard me.” Poe tilts his head up slightly so that his eyes look down on me. “You’re a coward.”

Before I can register what I’ve done, my hand slaps across his face with a sharp crack.

He steps back and puts a hand to where I slapped him. His eyes wide. Anger grows in his face. He steps forward to me.

Finn's hand pushes Poe by his chest. “Guys, remember what we’re here for.”

Poe lets out a anger ridden laugh and runs his hand across his jawline while smiling wolfishly.

“Go drink some water,” Finn points to Poe and then the cockpit. Poe rolls his head to the side. Finn points again and Poe slumps down in the cockpit, a faint angry smile on his lips.

I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose.

Fin turns to me. “What were you thinking?- also very cool your a Jedi- but what were you thinking?!”

I kneel down and take start to strip the stormtrooper of his armor, leaving the black under clothes. “I’m not a Jedi,” I sigh. “I was almost one then the Empire decided to kill my mothe- my Jedi master.” I correct myself.

“Oh. But you still can be one right?” Finn asks.

“Yeah I just need to finish the training,” I take off the helmet of the stromtrooper. Finn gets an idea of what I’m doing and kneels next to me and helps with the next trooper.

“You know he’s a commander right?” Finn says.

“Yeah, I know.” I rip of a chest plate.

“Then, what, where, you, thinking?”

“I don’t know” I sigh. “He was being a dick,”

“Yeah he was wasn’t he?” Finn agrees.

I smile.

“... do you have a lightsaber?” He asks, boyishly.

“Yes I do-”

“-What are you doing?” Poe interupts. He leans on the doorway.

“Do you think we can just walk through there and find Rey, unnoticed?” I quip.

A sense of realisation washes over his face. “So we’re wearing that?” he points to the disheveld piles of armor.

“Yes” I turn around and roll my eyes.

Poe turns and talks to the alien. “Yeah you will have to stay with the ship- no I don’t think we can cut a hole for your tail- I’m sorry- yeah sure,”

He turns to us. My back still facing him. “Borg will stay with the ship.”

Finn helps us put on our armor adjusting it in odd places. “Alright, how does that feel?”

I wiggle in the armor. “Weird, it smells to,”

“Yeah, it does doesn’t it,” Finn shifts back and forth on the balls of his feet.

“Alright. Let’s go.” Poe says, putting his helmet on. He presses the button to open the door.

We jog out. Sometimes Poe would cut in front of me and then Finn would overtake. We march uncoordinatedly.

Finn grabs our arms and pushes into a empty hallway. “Guys! Your going to get us killed!” Finn says as he takes of his helmet.

“Why?” I ask.

“Stormtroopers don’t overtake and elbow eachother.” Finn gestures between Poe and I.

I roll my eyes. “He’s running in zig-zags.” I feel his glare on me.

“No. You’re running like a drunk person.” Poe spits.

“Stop it!” Finn whisper-shouts. “I will walk infront and you guys walk behind me. Organised” Finn draws out the last word.

I nod and put on my helmet. We march behind Finn robotically for ages until we stop in another empty hallway. We take of our helmets, our hair disheveled. “I have no idea where she is,” Finn confesses.

“Ugh!” I thump my head against the cold metal wall.

“I’m sorry!” Finn says. “Look I was a janitor, okay? I don’t know anything about prisoners!”

Poe crouches down and rolls his helmet side to side with the tips of his fingers. “Leia was right. We shouldn’t of gone this soon without intel,”

“And then what? Leave Rey?” Finn argues.

Poe stands up. “Whatever I don’t feel like getting slapped again.”

I felt shame wash over me. I turned away to hide my guilt. How am I going to find you Rey? I think… The force? A little voice in the back of my mind says. Of course! How could I be so stupid?

I dump my helmet down and sit croslegged. “Cover me,” I say before closing my eyes. I can feel their confusion, and from my closed eyes I can almost see Poe rolling his eyes at me. I ought to slap him again.

I take a deep breath, I feel the force. I can feel how resistant and unfamiliar the force is to my presence, it’s almost saying ‘what are you doing here? Oh it’s you again. Long time no see’. I feel my self floating slightly of off the cold floor. I reach out through the force, its cold like ice-ocean water. I feel the unbalance in the force, I’m reaching out through sharp static, until I feel something warm, comforting, familiar. Its Rey.

I open my eyes and fall back on the floor with a thump. “I know where she is.” I stand up, greeted with again goldfish-like expressions. “Guys”

“Right, uh- okay show us where,” Finn says. He puts his helmet on.

I faintly hear Poe cough ‘show off’. I roll my eyes. I run around hallways, chasing Reys presence, we run around for a while nodding to other soldiers that march pass. We’re running down a hallway when I see Rey pop out from a intersecting hallway, I run to her.

“Stop!” she raises her hand towards me. Her face glistens with sweat and her face is painted with fear.

I take off my helmet. “Rey!” I say. Her face molds into relief and she drops her arm. We run to eachother and I tackle her with a hug. I break away and hold her face in my hands, looking for injury.

“I- you-” she tries to say.

“It’s okay.” I say. She smiles and wraps her arms around me again.

“Rey!” Rey lets go and hugs Finn.

“As sweet as this is we have to go!” Poe says and drags Finn away from Rey. I grab her arm and let Finn guide us back to the shuttle.

We burst into the ship hangar just to greeted by Kylo Ren and what looked like a hundred stormtroopers.

“Shit,” Poe says. We step back. I can see our shuttle, it sits at the other end of the hangar. “What do we do?”

“Rey, join me,” Kylo Ren says through his helmet. His hand outstretched. “I sense the unbalance in you Rey, our destinies are intertwined.”

Kylo Ren turns his gaze towards me in a way that makes me feel vulnerable, naked.

Rey steps forward.

“Rey no-” I begin. She holds up her hand.

“Ah,” Kylo Ren turns to me. “I sense the force in you- the turmoil.”

Rey turns. “Run.”

Finn and Poe bolt for the shuttle. “Come on what are you doing?!”

Rey stands still in front of Kylo Ren, unwavering. “What are you doing?” I yell.

“Go!” Rey yells. I run forward and grab her arm.

“No you idiot, I’m not leaving you!”

Stormtroopers begin to march forward. “Rey join me!” Kylo Ren yells.

“Go!” Rey pushes me.

The stormtroopers open fire, sending waves of red light at us. I dive behind a ship and fire back before snapping my body behind the ship to avoid their shots. I look back at Rey, who walks towards Kylo Ren calmly. “What are you doing?” I yell. She doesn’t respond. I dive behind another ship making my way towards the shuttle. Suddenly a group of three stormtroopers jump out from the ship. I shoot one and he falls down with a clunk. I dodge the other stormtroopers' shots and I kick their guns out of their hands. One kicks me in the stomach and I topple over. They take turns kicking me, their hard white boots bludgeoning me. Suddenly I push force energy away from me. I see the stormtroopers fly back hitting the linoleum floor. I feel someone grip my shoulders.

“Come on, let's go!”

I look up. It’s him, his hair is dishevelled and his brown eyes search my face frantically, looking for some response. He puts his hand on the side of my face and for a moment I think he’s going to slap me. Instead he just places his hand on the side of my cheek and gently says. “Come on, let’s go.”

Poe pulls me to my feet and pulls me towards the shuttle by his hand. I let him tug me around stormtroopers and dodge blaster shots. We duck behind a ship. “The shuttle is right there,” Poe says.

I clutch my side. “What about Rey?”

“Finn went to get her,” Poe answers, looking at the shuttle. “Damn it, stormtroopers,”

I look at where Poe is. Five stormtroopers stand guard at the shuttle entrance. “I’ll distract them and you go around and sneak on.”

I nod. We crouch as we sneak our way towards the shuttle. “Go that way.” Poe says.

Poe stands up and reveals himself. “Hey fellas!” He walks towards them. They stiffen and aim their blasters at Poe. “Whoa, chill,” Poe drops his blaster to the ground and holds his hands in the air. “We’re chill?”

“On your knees!” One of the stormtroopers yells.

“Look-” Poe starts.

“-now!” The stormtrooper motions to the ground with his gun.

“Okay okay,” Poe gets on his knees.

I sneak behind the stormtroopers. “Fellas, let’s not be brash,” Poe smirks.

“We’ve got 'em, the rebels.” the stormtrooper speaks into his radio. No response. “Hello?”

“Hello.” I respond before wacking a crate on his head. He topples down.

The stormtroopers turn their guns on me. Then Poe slides down snatches his blaster and shoots two of the troopers. The remaining two each face their blasters towards us, then two more stormtroopers come marching out of the shuttle, each carrying/dragging Borg the alien by his scaly arms.

“Drop your weapons!” The stormtrooper on the right of Borg yells.

Poe tries to up his ‘charm’. “Fellas-”

I reach thrust my arm out and the stormtroopers holding Borg fly backwards. The remaining stormtroopers unleash their blasters. I bawl my hand into a fist and the blaster shots stop mid air. I pause. I spin my hand around and shove the shots back towards the troopers.

My arm drops to my side.

“Wow, couldn’t of done that earlier?” Poe rolls his eyes. The expression on his face is a mix of irritation and utter annoyance, and if I had a mirror I guess my expression would look the same. He tore his hands through his dark curls. They looked so soft…

I let out a annoyed sigh, which ended up sounding more like a grunt.

From a distance I can see Rey and Finn sprinting, full speed towards us, screaming ‘go’.

I hop on my toes. “Come on let’s go!” I grab Poe’s arm and yank him towards the shuttle. “What are you doing? Go!”

“Aw you care about me sweetheart?” Poe jogs backwards towards the cockpit where Borg waits.

“All I care about is smacking the ugly of off your self-obsorbed face!”

He isn’t ugly I think.

Poe calls me some curse word in some alien language, which I’m sure was extremely vulgar judging by the look on Borgs face.

Stormtroopers march closely behind Rey and Finn. I close my eyes and send out a jolt of energy, exploding of the pipes underneath the stormtroopers feet, toppling them down in waves of pressurised steam. I can hear Kylo Ren yelling.

The shuttle lifts of the ground. I turn and jump onto the ramp. The shuttle is slowly lifting of off the ground. “Come on!” I yell waving my hand towards the shuttle. The shuttle is about a meter of the ground.

Rey jumps on first. I grab her arm to stablize her. “Finn, come on!” Finn jumps, he lands on the edge of the ramp swaying backand forth. I pull him forward.

The ramp closes. I can hear the hull of the shuttle being rained with blaster fire.

“Go!” I yell.

We shoot out into hyperspace. The flashing lights surrounding the windows.

Poe steps out of the cockpit. “God you’re in deep shit.”

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tonicandjins · 1 year

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owtft: just me, just you

characters: wonwoo/reader

chapter summary: The only people you ever dated was Kim Mingyu from high school (and it was only because he was a rising actor and you thought celebrities were cool. Kim Mingyu was the exact opposite of cool.) and Lee Donghyuck for literally two days because you learned that he lied about being the same age. You never mentioned a Josh. And now that he thinks about it, you never mentioned ever dating in New York for six damn years.

words: 3600+

disclaimer: names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of my imagination or used in a fictitious manner. i do not claim to own or to have invented any copyrighted characters or concepts that i write about.

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There are certain guidelines, rules if Wonwoo could describe it, when it comes to his friendship with you. Stupid made-up rules, Jeonghan would say, but rules nonetheless.

The first rule is to always keep your hands warm, even though Wonwoo, himself, is always quivering as soon as the temperature hits 21 degrees.

You take the hot pack happily from Wonwoo’s hands as soon as he takes them out the pocket of his coat, your hands pressing the pack in between and Wonwoo could only watch in awe at how your nose is now covered with blush. He makes a quick note of making sure to send a quick text to your helper to ensure that the floor from your home is all warmed up. When you’re ready and have hugged Jeonghan long enough, Wonwoo offers to push your luggage cart towards the exit. You happily agree, and Wonwoo is taken aback when you walk with him, your arm finds its way looped into his, pulling him closer and essentially warming up his chest.

“I should be used to this,” you say when the three of you walk, Jeonghan taking the lead. “I mean, New York is stupidly cold, too. But Korea’s is honestly worse. It’s not even officially winter yet.”

“The papers say the first snow is expected to fall in a couple of weeks,” Wonwoo comments randomly, remembering what he read from the newspaper earlier today.

“As expected,” you hum, tone teasing. “Only Jeon Wonwoo reads the paper for news these days.”

Wonwoo smiles. “If you read more, you would have more knowledge in that empty brain of yours. What a waste of skull.”

Laughing, you smack his forearm, to which Wonwoo feigns his pain. “Excuse me, Mr. Jeon Wonwoo, but I just finished my MBA with flying colors.”

“MBA is only supposed to last for two years. You took yours for four,” Wonwoo retorts.

“It’s because I was going back and forth with my art gallery!” you reply, defensive. Jeonghan laughs, and Wonwoo kisses the top of your head, reminding you that he’s only joking.

“Speaking of,” Jeonghan butts in, pausing his tracks so he could walk the same pace as you and Wonwoo. “Do you plan on taking the gallery to Seoul?”

“Hell no,” you reply all too quickly, eyebrows furrowed, as though it’s the most ridiculous idea ever.

“Let me take that,” Jeonghan interjects, taking the cart from Wonwoo’s palms, pushing it. Wonwoo takes the opportunity to hold hands with you, smiling before kissing the back of your hand. The three of your make your way out of the airport, with you and Wonwoo leading the way to his car.

“It’s not the best idea,” you continue, Wonwoo letting go of your hand so he can help Jeonghan put your luggage in the trunk. “In the US, mom and dad sponsored the whole thing. Luckily, everyone in New York City is a junkie for art no matter who the artist is, so it worked and I gained a little profit out of it. Here in Seoul, I’m not so sure.”

“You were in the papers last year,” Wonwoo points out, placing the last bag in the trunk before closing it shut. “You wouldn’t know, because you don’t read.”

“That doesn’t guarantee that enough people would know my name or if anyone would be interested enough to buy tickets,” you mumble.

Jeonghan immediately opens the door to the backseat, knowing full well that the passenger’s seat in Wonwoo’s car (whichever car he decides to use, at least) has always had your name in it. The older one watches as Wonwoo gently places his palm on top of your head when he helps you enter the car and sit on the passenger’s seat. He gives him a funny look from the backseat, and Wonwoo pretends as if he doesn’t see him.

“Besides,” you continue. “I don’t really want mom or dad to spend any more money on me. This is exactly why I’m back home.”

Jeonghan hums in response as Wonwoo closes the door and jogs around to settle himself on the driver’s seat. Wonwoo starts the ignition, and his heart somersaults when you lean over to kiss him on the cheek, mumbling a thank you for keeping you warm. He nervously watches Jeonghan smirking from the rearview mirror.

“So, what are your plans?” Jeonghan asks as Wonwoo starts to drive.

You hum, breathing out. Ah, that sigh, Wonwoo thinks. The infamous sigh of uncertainty.

“Well,” you start, looking over. Wonwoo reminds himself not to look at you and focus on the road. “I plan to work for Jeon Co and Ltd until I save up enough money to build my own gallery.”

“You say it like you cannot afford it,” Jeonghan laughs.

“My parents can,” you correct. “Not me.”

“When are you starting?” Jeonghan asks.

Jeonghan also works for Jeon Co and Ltd. Wonwoo’s and Jeonghan’s parents are cousins, and you could say that all three of you alongside many of Wonwoo’s cousins already grew up together. Jeonghan works as the director of Operations, while Wonwoo works as the Chief Operating Officer, directly working for his father.

Another sigh leaves your lips. Wonwoo recognizes it as the sigh of silliness.

“Oh, I don’t know, Hannie,” you say, pouting, head turned towards Wonwoo. “I’m not sure if the COO would hire me.”

Wonwoo chuckles. “It’s the Human Resources people that you should be worried about.”

“Hey, I have an MBA,” you reply, a proud smile adorning your beautiful face.

“You failed Algebra,” Wonwoo reminds you. “Twice.”

“Wonwoo!” you gasp. “Jeonghan doesn’t know that!”

Jeonghan only laughs from the backseat.

Wonwoo and Jeonghan take you to your parents’ house, the former promising to come sleepover tonight as soon as he’s done with work, and they leave as soon as you’re settled and all warmed up. The two return to work and finishes up the day, but all Wonwoo could really think about it coming home to you after all the meetings he had to postpone so he could come pick you up at the airport.

You send him a text message in the middle of a meeting with a partner company, telling him that he owes you tteokbokki and fishcake for leaving you all alone at home. He reminds you to catch up with your helpers because everyone in Seoul had missed you immensely. His chest warms up when you send him a selfie with your long-time helper, Auntie Junghwa, your cheeks pressed against Auntie Junghwa’s cheek, your eyes squinting, and Wonwoo wonders if your cheeks ever hurt from smiling so beautifully all the damn time. But then again, he thinks, smiling warmly has always been so natural for you, and Wonwoo would spend the rest of his life making sure you’re always smiling happily.

When the meetings are done, Wonwoo’s secretary reminds him that it’s twenty minutes past seven, telling him he hasn’t touched the dinner she had prepared for him an hour ago and it has gone cold. Wonwoo apologizes like the polite man he is, and thanks her, assuring her that he will have dinner as soon as he gets home. The woman looks distressed, probably from all the hours of working today, and Wonwoo makes a mental reminder to buy her flowers the next day and purchase a gift card from Louis Vuitton for her.

His secretary has been working for the company for a long time. Mrs. Lee previously worked as his father’s secretary for over 15 years, hence it’s also safe to say that she watched him grow up. Wonwoo vividly remembers middle-school you and him waiting outside his father’s office while your parents were in a meeting; Mrs. Lee would always make sure that you and him were entertained until your parents were done. When Wonwoo got the position of COO as soon as he finished his MBA, his only request was to have Mrs. Lee as his secretary. His father gladly granted that, knowing full well that anyone would work more effectively with Mrs. Lee on their side.

When all is settled and done, Wonwoo leads the way to the elevator with Mrs. Lee trailing behind her. The two make their way to the parking floor.

“How’s Y/N?” Mrs. Lee asks. “I have not seen that lady in two years. The last time was when she visited you on your first day as COO.”

Wonwoo smiles at the memory.

(Wonwoo remembers that he had been ecstatic, all too delighted to have his own office, after two years of sharing an office with another manager like him.

The day had been so exhausting, knowing how easily Wonwoo’s social battery runs and drains, but he couldn’t be more grateful. There were so many people at Jeon and Co. Ltd’s annual party, which is also the day his father decided to announce Wonwoo’s promotion. The previous COO had retired, and everyone knew there was no better person to replace him than the heir of the company himself. Wonwoo was, of course, well aware of the privilege of being the son of the CEO himself, but that never meant that he did not work hard to earn this opportunity to be appointed as the COO. In most fairytales, positions like this are handed in a silver platter, but Wonwoo’s father, growing up from the slums and making his way through the success that started with a dream, with no inheritance or privilege, had always been so transparent about making Wonwoo earn the position. Hence, Wonwoo, who had always looked up to his father and had always told everyone that his father was his hero, worked hard to earn it. Unlike most heirs, as early as his education in high school, Wonwoo studied hard. His grades were beyond what was expected of him, and he even got included to the list of the famous top 1% in the entirety of South Korea. As soon as he got his degree, he decided he wanted to be involved with the business as early as then, which is why he worked as a manager for a couple of years while taking his MBA.

Wonwoo would say the day could be the happiest day of his life, but you hadn’t been there.

While he sat on his own executive ergonomic office chair that he chose himself, he thought about you on the other side of the world. It was around 8 in the evening, and the noise had died down an hour ago when everyone left as the conclusion of the entire afternoon of celebrating. Wonwoo had known it was maybe 6 in the morning where you are and he had reminded himself to call you as soon as it was safe to say you’ve woken up. But of course, as someone who gives Wonwoo a heart attack anytime he doesn’t expect it, you had entered his nearly empty office. Wonwoo had almost fallen out of his seat.

There you were, just as he was thinking about you, wrapped in a dark coat, hair a little messy, looking like you’re out of breath. Your hands carried a present, a canvas wrapped in black and white paper.

“I’m sorry,” you had said, catching your breath; Wonwoo was already walking towards you, knees shaking. “My flight had been delayed for a few of hours. I swear, I wanted to be here before lunch but—”

But Wonwoo had already taken the gift from your hands, carefully placing it on the coffee table nearby, engulfing your frame in a tight, warm hug, closing his eyes, praying that it wasn’t a dream.

“Congratulations,” you had mumbled against his chest. Wonwoo had to remind himself to keep breathing, because he was losing it at that point. None of his senses were working well. All he knew was that you were there, with him, on the supposed happiest day of his life thus far, making it the happiest day of his life thus far.

“You’re here,” were the only words that Wonwoo could say. On a normal day, he would have been anxious about you possibly hearing how loud his heart beats, thumps, when you’re around, but in that moment—in the middle of his new office, Seoul’s busy streets having no idea that Jeon Wonwoo, the newly appointed COO of Jeon and Co. Ltd is at his happiest state—he couldn’t care less. You were welcome to listen to the beat of his heart, his arms around you, yours around his.

“Of course, you dummy,” you laughed, pulling away a little so you could look up at him, eyes glistening. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world. It's just, the timing of everything was just awful, I’m sorry I was late.”

“No, sweetheart,” Wonwoo had replied, shutting off the thoughts in your head because he knew well how much you hated disappointing anyone. “You’re here. And that’s all that matters.”

You had buried your face back to his chest, Wonwoo kissing the top of your head, and mumbled how much you’re proud of him.

“I love you,” you had mumbled.

Wonwoo didn’t need another second to say it back.

And now that he thinks about it, would it have been a bad idea to have kissed you that night?)

“She’s well, gained a little weight but don’t tell her I told you,” Wonwoo replies, chuckling. Mrs. Lee laughs.

Wonwoo smiles even wider, remembering that you told him earlier that you plan to eat your weight for the next month so you could hibernate the entire winter.

“She’ll visit on Monday,” he confirms. “She’ll find you when she comes.”

“I hope so,” Mrs. says. “How old are the two of you now?”

“Twenty-six,” Wonwoo answers.

“And when do you two plan to get married?” she asks, and Wonwoo’s taken aback. Mrs. Lee finds his reaction funny, his eyes wide, as if a secret has just been unveiled. “Oh, Wonwoo, honey, you cannot hide anything from me.”

“We’re, we’re not together like that,” he defends.

“At least not yet,” she adds. “Wonwoo, honey, you’re both twenty-six. Don’t you think it’s about time you tell our oblivious Y/N what you feel towards her?”

Wonwoo sighs. The elevator dings, telling them they have arrived at the basement, where the parking area is located.

“Mrs. Lee, it’s not that easy,” he answers as they step out. “If it were that easy, I would’ve confessed in second grade.”

The two walk together to find their own car, and of course, Wonwoo waits for Mrs. Lee to say something before they part ways. She always liked saying the last words in a conversation.

“You have shown it for many years now, Wonwoo,” she says. “The only thing you need to do now is to say it.”

“I’m sure she knows, Mrs. Lee,” Wonwoo replies.

“But has she ever heard it come out of your mouth, dear?” she asks. Wonwoo is silent. “Goodnight, dear. Go home safely.”

Then she drives away.

◆ ◇ ◆ ◇

As promised, Wonwoo returns to your parents’ home with a bag of overnight essentials and tteokbokki and fishcake.

“You didn’t have to go out of your way for tteokbokki,” you pout when you take the plastic bag from his hands and settle them on your kitchen counter. “We could have gone tomorrow. And Jeon Wonwoo, why do you come home only at nine in the evening?”

Wonwoo’s nose scrunches, laughing at your nagging. “Meetings,” he answers and helps you take out the food from the plastic bags, settling himself on the stool from the island counter.

“Things has to change now that I’m home,” you announce, hopping so you could sit beside Wonwoo. “Less meetings. More me time.”

“The untouchable chaebol in you is oozing,” Wonwoo teases, breaking a pair of chopsticks for you. “How’s Seoul so far?”

“Cold.” As expected. “But I missed you.” Wonwoo ruffles your hair. “For a minute, I kind of forgot that you’re big time now, with your COO title and cool ass office and your unavailability because you’re literally the most in-demand person in Jeon and Co. Ltd. these days.”

Wonwoo watches you take the first bite from the famous rose tteokbokki, moaning in delight as soon as its taste hit your tongue. “Gosh, nothing in New York could top the tteokbokki down the street.”

“Right?” Wonwoo asks, smelling the food first before nibbling the simmered soft rice cake. You hum in agreement. “There’s a new restaurant nearby the office. Mrs. Lee bought lunch from that place a week ago and it was scrumptious, like literally no words at all.”

“Does the place look nice? Something I can post on my Instagram?” you ask, mouth full.

“I haven’t been there,” Wonwoo answers. “Let’s go there tomorrow. And all the other places I’ve discovered while you were gone.”

“You act as if I was gone for ten years,” you joke.

“You were gone for a long time,” he rebuts. “Long enough to miss new places to try. Did you know how hard it was to take Jeonghan? He makes me pay for everything. Am I even his dongsaeng?”

You laugh, taking a stick of skewered fish cake from the box.

It’s true, Wonwoo thinks. He loves Jeonghan and would die for him, but all he ever does is make Wonwoo pay, saying that the one who invites should be the one to pay. Wonwoo could say that your love language is most likely food, even though it’s not officially one of the five from the list he found on the internet when he was trying to learn more about love. (Of course, Wonwoo is the only one who would read to learn about love.) Your eyes have always sparkled differently when Wonwoo brings food for you, even when you two were little. You had always liked sharing food, even though Wonwoo is so annoyed by it if it were other people. Anyone could cut themselves in half, begging for him to share his food, and Wonwoo wouldn’t bat an eyelash, but with you, it had always been different. You were the exception to many things in his life.

During your absence, Wonwoo didn’t really have anyone to eat with. Everyone at work knows he likes his food delivered directly to his office, so nobody ever bothers to ask him to join for lunch. And Wonwoo would rather die first than ask anyone but you to eat with him. This, Jeonghan had always known, so the devil himself made sure that he’s available (around, lingering annoyingly and on purpose in Wonwoo’s office) when the clock hits 11:50am. It took weeks for this tactic to work, but eventually, Wonwoo gave in and started inviting Jeonghan out for lunch (dinner, too, sometimes) and the one older always makes him pay. And imagine almost four years of that. Wonwoo reckons he could build a house with the amount of money he has spent on Jeonghan’s food alone.

You were away (away, never gone) for more than six years, having only to visit on some holidays, but not every year, not even on Chuseok, yours and his favorite holiday. When you moved to the States, your parents had also followed after you. It was a great opportunity for the company to expand the business in the mainland, anyway, and nobody wanted to pass up on that. Sometimes, Wonwoo would visit you, but with how hectic his own schedule was, he had only done that twice. (You took him to Central Park, and Wonwoo remembers taking so many pictures of you while thinking about every rom-com film set in New York and hoping you and him could have a cheesy, happy ending in the city, too.)

Absence make the heart grow fond, people would say, but Wonwoo had always known that he didn’t need you to be away to realize his own feelings.

Wonwoo wonders how was it for you, being away from him and all.

“Oh, Jeonghan is so going to like Josh.”

That’s not an answer Wonwoo expected.

“Josh?” he asks.

Have you ever mentioned a Josh?

Wonwoo’s mind traces the conversations you had with him over the phone. He might have missed it; you might haven mentioned it at three in the morning in Seoul, when Wonwoo’s mind is all groggy and cloudy from slumbler. But Wonwoo swears he would have remembered it the next day regardless. Josh? Doesn’t ring a fucking bell. Wonwoo’s going to get a heart attack.

“Yeah, I haven’t told you, have I?” Obviously. And you’re way to chirpy to talk about a Josh that Wonwoo has never heard of. “He was my senior in college. We took our MBA together. Tried to date for like two weeks. Broke it off because I realized—”

“Dated?” Wonwoo’s eyebrows furrows. The only people you ever dated was Kim Mingyu from high school (and it was only because he was a rising actor and you thought celebrities were cool. Kim Mingyu was the exact opposite of cool.) and Lee Donghyuck for literally two days because you learned that he lied about being the same age. You never mentioned a Josh. And now that he thinks about it, you never mentioned ever dating in New York for six damn years. The thought makes the screws in his brain spin faster, overthinking, perhaps you had dated the whole fucking time without telling him. Oh God, Wonwoo’s is going to pass out.

Wonwoo loses his speeding, fucking dashing train of thoughts when you lightly hit his chest.

“Stop overthinking, dummy,” you say before he goes overboard. “I never told you because it was never official and I was never sure if I liked him enough.”

“Why are we talking about a Josh, then?” he asks. “If it was never official.”

“Because he’s moving to Seoul, too!” you exclaim. Excitedly.

You and Wonwoo’s dynamics have always been constant, despite the years, despite the distance. Two peas in a pod. Always on the same page.

Wonwoo has a terrible feeling that things will change soon.

#one way ticket for two #wonwoo fic #wonwoo scenario #wonwoo angst #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo #seventeen wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #seventeen au #seventeen fic #wonwoo au

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i-am-baechu · 2 years

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Based on the couple from; Heart Attack

It’s a Tuesday morning and Y/N was so happy that today was her day off making her alarm useless today. Well, Yoongi made it her day off and she couldn’t really argue with her CEO or his adorable five year old daughter; Gahyeon. It’s been three months since Yoongi declared his love towards her and their relationship has only grown stronger as the days passed. They weren't together but she felt like it was critical for them to take it slow so that Yoongi felt ready for a new relationship. In the three months of them courting, Y/N learned a lot about his deceased wife, Saerom. She never forced Yoongi to speak about her but she saw that he was slowly letting go of his fears of being in love again by talking about her. Y/N was ready for him but she was willing to wait for him. No matter how long that will be, she will always be there for him and Gahyeon.

They went on many dates, going to clubs with Jungkook, eating at Jin’s restaurant and her favorite; going to the karaoke place with Jin and his wife Bora. Even though she was pregnant she could out sing everyone, making Y/N clap her hands at her best friend. Taehyung and Jimin met with Yoongi and it was really awkward to say the least. Meeting your little sister's (kind of) boyfriend was supposed to be the moment where you show the tough side of yourself to lay down the law but instead Taehyung just stood there scared because his boss was looking at him. Jimin comforted his boyfriend that night and Y/N couldn’t stop laughing at her brother while Yoongi was confused at the reaction.

She got out of bed and headed to the shower with excitement. Today, Yoongi said it was a big day for them but he wouldn’t tell her anything. Gahyeon didn’t even know what was happening and she didn’t like that. She hated being out of the loop with her father and she would facetime with Y/N about how annoying he was. This made Y/N laugh while Yoongi grumbled in annoyance in the background.

She finished blow drying her hair and took the dress out of her closet that Gahyeon specifically picked out for today. It was just a simple floral tan dress that reached down to her knees with long sleeves. Even though it was simple, it was still special in its own way. She pressed play on her itunes and she started getting ready with excitement. In the midst of her putting her dress on, there was a knock at the door. She sighed and quickly flattened her dress skirt out and she rushed to the door, “I’M COMING!”

She opened the door and saw Jungkook drinking a soda and giving her a small smile, “Hey.”

“What the hell are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

“It’s my day off dude. Well they asked me to take the day off and who am I to say no.”

She rolled her eyes and opened the door wider for him, “Come in, I’m getting ready for a date with Yoongi and Gahyeon.”

He nodded his head and took a sip of his soda and walked in without giving her another look. He took off his boots and headed towards her couch without a care in the world making her roll her eyes. He sat on the couch and placed his soda on a coaster on her coffee table. He glanced at her and smiled, “You look pretty.”

She scoffed at this and closed her door as she looked at Jungkook with her arms crossed over her chest, “What did you do?”

“Why do you always think I did something?” She raised her eyebrow at him and he let out a sigh with a pout on his face, “Fine, I did do something. I asked out Jin’s cousin and he's mad at me so I'm hiding.”

“Which one?”

“Yuri...”

Her eyes widened at this and she let out a loud laugh, “You asked out Yuri, the one you hooked up with last year. The one that called you an asshole. That Yuri?”

He rolled his eyes and nodded his head, “I’ve been texting her this whole time and people change.”

“How did Jin find out?”

“Bora, she accidentally said I hooked up with her too.”

Y/N grimaced at this and nodded her head, “That sucks. I’m sure Jin will come around. You and Yuri are cute, good job on that.”

“Thanks. Shouldn’t you finish getting ready?”

“Yeah, you can just hang out here when I leave.”

“Thank you, Y/N!”

She ran into her bedroom and brushed her hair again, “Just remember Kook, you owe me!”

She grabbed her pearl stud earrings and the matching necklace putting them on with a smile. She turned her head in the mirror and smiled at how she looked. She was happy with how she looked and she walked out to see Jungkook watching a random reality show. She cleared her throat and Jungkook looked at her with a soft smile. She twirled around and put her hands out waiting for a response, “You look really good Y/N. I didn’t even know you had that dress still.”

“I didn’t either but Gahyeon picked it out for me.”

“She has really good taste.”

There was a knock on the door and she clapped her hands softly, “Okay, last call. Do I look good?”

“Y/N, you look fine.”

She nodded her head and she rushed to her door. Before she opened the door, she took a deep breath and flatted her hair before she opened the door to see Yoongi in casual wear (something she wasn’t used to still). She smiled when she saw that the butterflies on Yoongi’s shirt matched the one with Gahyeon’s dress. She cooed at Gahyeon’s little pigtails because they had white bows at the top. She kneeled down at Gahyeon and smiled at her, “Hi, Gahyeon. You look so cute, I love your hair.”

“Thank you unnie. Daddy picked my dress and uncle Hoseok did my hair.”

“Wow, uncle Hoseok is really good with hair.”

“You can say hi to my daughter but not even me.”

Y/N glanced up at Yoongi who crossed his arms and she could've sworn that she saw him pouting. She rolled her eyes and stood up giving him a soft smile, “Hi, Yoon.”

“Hi, Y/N.” He opened his arms and she immediately found her way into his arms. She nuzzled her head into his chest as he rubbed her back gently as Gahyeon watched with sparkles in her eyes. All day she’s been telling Yoongi how much she loved Y/N and she was excited to see him. When they backed away from each other, Yoongi looked in with a raised eyebrow when he saw Jungkook, “Why is he here?”

“You know you can just ask me instead of being rude!”

She scoffed at him and looked at Yoongi, “He’s hiding from Jin.”

“Oh? Why?”

“Shut up Y/N!”

She let out a laugh and leaned forward to whisper in Yoongi’s ear, “He asked out his cousin and he wasn’t happy about that.”

“Was it Yuri?”

Jungkook stood up and pointed at Yoongi with a shocked look, “How did you know!?”

Yoongi gave him a “are you serious” look and looked back at Y/N, “That’s the only cousin around your age range. Why would his older one want you? Idiot.”

“Daddy, you can’t say that word!”

Jungkook looked bewildered at this and nodded his head, “You know, I didn’t think of that...”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and grabbed Y/N’s hand gently with a small smile on his face. He waved his hand at Jungkook, “Anyways, bye.”

He didn’t wait for an answer and pulled Y/N out of her apartment with the door closing on Jungkook yelling at them to wait. Gahyeon looked at her dad with a confused look and he just shrugged his shoulders. Y/N let go of his hand and kneeled down to pick up Gahyeon as the little girl nuzzled into her neck. Yoongi smiled at this and wrapped his arm around her waist.

They moved to the elevator and Y/N rested her head on his shoulder as they made their way downstairs. Yoongi felt his chest get warm when he saw the reflection through the silver doors, it was everything he wanted. The doors opened and they walked out of her apartment building as Y/N kissed Gahyeon’s forehead. They made their way to the very same park that they met making Y/N glance at Yoongi with a raised eyebrow.

“Why are we here?”

Yoongi shrugged as they sat at the picnic table near the playground, “Thought it would be nice. To come back to the place we met.”

Y/N smiled at this and set Gahyeon down on the bench, kissing the top of her head, “It’s very sweet Yoongi, thank you.”

Gahyeon glanced between the two with a small smile, “Daddy can I go play?”

“Yeah, don’t go too far.”

She watched the little girl run to the red playground and her smile only grew when she was playing on the swing. She turned towards Yoongi and placed her hands into his with a soft smile, “It's very romantic…coming to the place we met.”

“It’s been awhile since Gahyeon went to the park…I also wanted to come back here to ask you something.”

She noticed his grip became tighter in her hand and the nervous glint in his eyes. She nodded her head and rubbed his knuckles gently, “You can tell me anything..”

He nodded his head and took a deep breath. He looked down at the table and then back at her with a look that she has never seen before, “Y/N…I was wondering if you want…do you want to be…would you want to be my girlfriend?”

Her eyes widened at this and a small gasp left her mouth, “Are you sure?

“Yes…I thought about it long and hard. I realized that I was hurting myself by keeping myself away from you and I don’t want to do that anymore. I want to experience love and I want to feel alive again. I really do love you, Y/N. I want to be with you…if you let me.”

She smiled at him and nodded her head with excitement, “I’ve been waiting for you to say that…I would’ve waited longer by the way.”

“I know you would but I can’t wait anymore. I want you now.”

They both leaned forward and the both gave a passionate kiss making liquid fire go through Y/N’s body. Gahyeon got off the swing and smiled at the scene before her and looked to the side to see her mom smiling, “See mommy, everything is okay.”

When they leaned away from each other Yoongi gave her his gummy smile that she became accustomed to. She returned the smile and looked down at their hands together. His pale hands around hers gave her the butterflies that she had when she first saw him in the park and when they had lunch for the first time. It was pure happiness, happiness that she wasn’t used to. She looked back at him and let out a small laugh, “What a good day off, thanks boss.”

He let out a small laugh and shook his head at this, “Don’t call me boss. I think Gahyeon is happy.”

“What?”

He pointed behind her and she turned around to see Gahyeon clapping her hands and jumping up and down. When she saw them staring, she stopped to stare back at them before running away to the play structure. She turned back at her and leaned forward giving him a quick peck, “Let’s go play with her, before she throws a fit that I’m not paying attention to her.”

“I’m her father, shouldn’t she be crying over my attention?” She let out a small laugh and shook her head. She stood up from her table and started walking away from him. He stared at her back with wide eyes and then back at his hands, “Right, Y/N!? Wait!”

#bts reactions #bts scenarios #bts imagines #bts jungkook #bts namjoon #bts seokjin #bts taehyung #bts jimin #bts yoongi #bts x reader #bts hosoek #Bts #bts drabble #bts yoongi x reader #yoongi x reader

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blackacre13 · 1 year

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hello！i love all of your fics so much!!! and can you please do another part of the teacher and student au? it is so great!

Part 37 is below; here’s part 38!

Debbie had even said that she would ask Lou to marry her.

It had been hypothetical, sure, but it had made Lou’s heart flutter and her stomach swirl in ways she’d never felt before. And even though it had only been a few days and she felt a bit preposterous, she couldn’t stop imagining how she would have asked if the moment were real. If Debbie would be the one to ask. If it would be her. If any of it could ever happen. It seemed so unimaginable that something that perfect and otherworldly could be real.

But it seemed real. Watching Tammy and Debbie laughing, and swapping stories about Lou as they poured out more wine. Debbie giving Tammy recommendations about professors to work with for job placements. Debbie’s arm around Lou’s shoulder. Debbie’s whisper that she had dessert in the fridge for Tammy but that Lou’s was in the bedroom and would have to wait.

It was everything she had wanted. And she’d fight like hell to protect it. Come hell or Claude Becker.

As it turned out, it wouldn’t take very long for him to rear his ugly jealousy and make life a living hell for them both.

“Can I talk to you for a second?” Amita asked in a hushed tone, looping her arm through Lou’s before she could answer the question or even utter a hello, scooping her away from the dining hall table and ushering her through the side exit into the grass outside.

“I take it you’re not here for lunch?” The blonde asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Lou,” she exhaled, looking serious. “Come on. This is big.”

“Mita, what’s going on? Everything has been great so far with lesson plan approval. You like my stuff. Debbie likes it. My other grades are fine. I’m ready for the position. I’ve talked to some other TAs for advice and—“

“Are you sleeping with Debbie?” Amita asked quietly, her eyes studying Lou’s almost worriedly.

“I—I—“ Lou knew she was supposed to outright deny it. They’d rehearsed this. They had a plan. If anyone asked, the answer was simple. She was dating Tammy. Debbie was dating someone as well. But she hadn’t planned on someone flat out asking whether she was sleeping with Debbie. Especially not like this. “Mita,” she chuckled, shaking her head as she dropped eye contact. She couldn’t face her and lie. They both knew it.

“Lou, how long have you two been sleeping together?” Amita asked gently.

“Come on,” Lou sighed, kicking at the grass. “She’s my professor. I’m her assistant. I mean you know better than anyone that I could never—“

“I’ve seen the way she looks at you,” the other woman smiled sadly. “There’s no hiding it.”

She looked stressed. Defeated. Surely she wasn’t—no, she couldn’t—was she upset? Or was she…

“I’m not jealous,” Amita rolled her eyes. “Please.”

Lou wanted to throw up. She didn’t want to believe it, but a twisted little part of her had the sudden fear that rbis wasn’t some rare, red string of fate, once in a lifetime moment. That this was a habit of Debbie’s. Hadn’t Claude complained that she’d never had a male teaching assistant? And Amita had said every assistant called her Debbie and not Dr. Ocean. And maybe—she was disgusted with herself for even thinking it. And she didn’t even want the thought to be in her brain, let alone make its way to her tongue, but it was falling out without her control.

“Did you—did you ever?”

“God, no!” Amita hissed, her eyes wide, but she was grinning. “So that’s what trip you just went on in your head that had me thinking you were about to puke on my shoes. Whatever little Debbie Ocean always sleeps with her students sort of sick fantasy just went through your mind? That’s not real. And I’m serious. The way she looks at you and talks about you—it’s—it’s more than sex isn’t it? I mean—you know what? That’s none of my business. And really, whatever it is. Casual. Romantic. Forever. Fuck it. That’s not my point. You both need my help.”

“What the hell is going on? And how did you even—never mind,” Lou exhaled. She was itching to get to Debbie. Something didn’t feel right. And it wasn’t Amita. It was the fact that it felt like Amita was dragging her casket through the campus and it wouldn’t be long until Lou or Debbie or their relationship was laying in it.

“He knows,” Amita whispered.

Lou didn’t have to ask who he was. Fucking prick.

“How the hell would he—“

“I don’t think he really does,” Amita shook her head. “But whatever non existent worry was going through your mind about me and whoever else in the past—I think he’s building a case. And no, it’s never been true. And we both know Debbie. She would never. She’s not one to use her position as some sort of bargaining tool or inappropriate bribe. But it just so happens that just as he’s at the height of his suspicions and the height of his rage and Debbie is egging him on, hoping they take department from him—“

“She’s also dating me,” Lou muttered, cursing under her breath. “Which means for the first time, she is sleeping with one of her students. And if he thinks there’s one that’s true…”

“He’s about to start a fucking witch-hunt.”

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killemwithkawaii · 2 years

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Goretober 2022 Day 19: One Mans Trash

[BEGIN TRANSCRIPT]

The fourth time we met, I found them sitting in a box.

I’d been going through the motions for around… 4,000 years then, I think? It was getting harder and harder to keep track of the exact number….

I’d been doing my usual thing- hopping, living, fighting, dying, hopping again… it was… getting a little boring, if I’m being honest. Things were starting to get repetitive and blur together... I was having a hard time keeping details straight. Most of the time it really didn’t matter, though. People just thought I was kinda spacy, or that I was making some sort of joke when I didn’t know about some huge thing in the current-universe zeitgeist… I learned not to get myself down about it. How was I supposed to know when nobody had bothered to tell me? It was interesting to see the different things people could come up with, anyway- I was always receptive to retrying something that was the same, but a little different, just to mix up the monotony of immortality…. Well, almost always…. You get what I mean.

[chuckling] Larry gave me such a hard time when I didn’t know what they- it, was....

Lisa had called us up at the house and told us that she was cleaning out the lost and found box for the apartments, and if we wanted to, we could come look through it before she chucked it in the church donation bin. We weren’t about to pass up free stuff, so we went to sift through the trash and see if we couldn’t find some novelty treasures.

There was a lot of what you’d expect in there- some old moth-ridden coats and hats, cheap umbrellas, a few mismatched shoes and random papers… we thought our quest would be fruitless, until we dug to the very bottom and saw a pair of heart-shaped keychains sitting together in the dust.

“Oh, shit, no way! Check it out…!”

Larry plucked one of the keychains out of the box. It was purple with a small, bat-shaped charm attached to the loop mounted in the side.

“I haven’t seen one of these things in forever!”

“What is it?”

“Dude, come on…”

“What? What is it?”

“...It’s an S.O., dude….”

“An ‘ess oh’…?”

I picked up the one that Larry had left in the box and turned it over. Its scuffed-up plastic shell was pink with white buttons, and it had a little scratched up screen in the middle. There was a strawberry-shaped charm attached to the loop mounted in the side.

It looked… really familiar….

“You can’t be serious, man… It’s an S.O.- you know, a ‘simulated other’...? They were the big thing around Christmas a few years ago…?”

I’d only been hanging around in that timeline for about a year at that point, so I wasn’t up-to-speed on the hot holidays trends of seasons past.

“Uh… oh yeah, I think I’ve heard of those…”

He rolled his eyes and then looked his over for a second.

“Dude,” Larry snickered, “… let’s start em up, it’ll be hilarious…”

“Uh, okay…?”

I watched Larry tap on the heart-shaped button below the screen. A sing-song tone played. He tapped one of the side buttons. Another tone. A few seconds later, he threw his head back with a laugh.

“Holy shit, awesome! I got me a keeper, bro, look-”

He turned the keychain around to show me. There was a little pixelated bust of a bored-looking girl with heavy eyeliner and choppy, blunt-cut bangs bobbing on the screen. A speech bubble with a skull, then ellipses, then a purple heart came from its mouth.

“Ahaha, got me a hot goth g.f. on the first try! Nice…” I had to admit, she did look like his type, in a lot of different timelines….

“Alright Sally, your turn. Let’s see what ya get…~”

I imitated what I’d watch him do with my own keychain. I tapped the heart-shaped button, a sing-song tone played, and a selection screen came on:

It's been a while!

>Continue

>New Game

Larry told me to select a new game. I did. The S.O. icon faded in and stayed in place for a second. When the ellipses beneath it reached four dots, another tone played, and a little pixelated bust appeared on the screen. It had dark hair, styled in braids, pale skin, huge eyes with long lashes, a little button nose, a big crooked smile with two pixels that I assumed served as lip piercings…

A speech bubble with an exclamation point, then a heart, then scrolling text came from its mouth.

Deja vu came over me. My heart fluttered and my stomach sank. I realized then why the keychain looked so familiar.

The text read:

Hi, I’m Mitch, your new S.O.! It’s nice to meet you 💕

>Continue

>New game

…. There they-.... it was….. I’d found them again, in a sense… they had been waiting for me right under my nose, sitting in the dark, and now, they were right here, in the palm of my hand… [traces his palm with his fingers]

Larry looked at the screen and said, “Hey, she’s kinda cute… you wanna keep her, or do you wanna try it again?”

He had no idea how loaded that question was….

“Uh, yeah, I’m… I think I’m gonna stick with this one.”

“Nice. Ha, look at us- we have giiiirlfriends now! Ahahah…” He dangled his S.O. by the chain and laughed, jingling it around like the toy it was.

“Dude, we can go on fuckin’, like, ‘double dates’ and stuff, show off our ‘ladies’… oh man, this is gonna be a riot…”

I said, “Yeah, this’ll be… a lot of fun.”

I cradled my S.O.-... I cradled Mitch, in my hands, and held it as gently, and as firmly, as I could. I wiped a little of the grime from its screen, and another heart emoji came from its mouth….

It was them, and as usual, it felt the same… just a little different.

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Immortal Shield Chapter 20: Vows

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“So, I fold over the strands like--this?” Ardyn asked.

Caelan nodded as she reached over to him. She took hold of Ardyn's hands fiddling with his hair, adjusting his fingers that were gripping on three separate strands of his maroon locks. They were sitting upon the fountain near the plaza. Both full from the overabundance of food and experiences they had throughout the night. The heart of Lestallum continued to pulse with life.

“You’ll need to adjust your grip depending on how tight or loose you want it, but you just--yeah, hold on a second. Hold up. You’re---knots, you’re gonna get knots!” Caelan chuckled, watching Ardyn stumble as he accidentally let go of one of the strands mid braid. She helped him get it back in place, then guided his hands through the motions. She never thought teaching the Adagium how to braid his hair would ever be an experience she’d have, but by comparison it was one of the more wholesome moments under her belt. Being drunk no less added another layer of humor to it all. She couldn't stop giggling.

Ardyn grimaced, making a face as he could feel the strands coming apart easily once more. Both he and Caelan laughed as he made another feeble attempt after combing his fingers through his hair. He realized perhaps they shouldn’t have been drinking while trying to perform hair styling lessons, but it was fun in its own right. Ardyn wasn’t too upset either. He already had three smaller ones Caelan adorned him with, for practice.

“How can you be 2,000 years old and not know how to braid your hair?” Caelan teased.

“It was something I never much paid attention to,” Ardyn began. He paused to fiddle with another three strands, different ones from before. In his inebriated state, he thought he’d be more successful if he switched things around. It was his hair’s fault, not his fingers being uncoordinated. That was his justification.

“Ponytails or letting my hair flow naturally were more convenient. I had many responsibilities back then. I didn’t have time to pamper myself or worry about cosmetics.”

“And now you do?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You tell me. You took a sudden interest.” Caelan laughed.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” There was a glimmer of mischievousness in Ardyn's eyes that had Caelan put off. He chuckled to himself, then focused on looping and threading. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see how she was intently watching him. It gave some encouragement, though her occasional grimaces when he slipped up had him on edge.

“You’re very distracting at the moment,” Ardyn said in between tugging and pulling his hair.

“How am I distracting you?”

“That---thing you did with your face, the scrunch. Stop that.”

“As you command, highness.” Caelan chuckled. Moments later as he finished the last of the loops, Ardyn exclaimed loudly.

“Ah, I think I got it!” He let go of the new braid he had made by himself. Amazement captured his eyes as the hairs didn’t fall apart upon letting them go. The sloppy round of applause Caelan gifted to him for his feat pulled Ardyn away from his fixation as he smiled at her.

“Wow, you did it! Took you--uh, I think that was number 15?”

Ardyn gave Caelan a scrutinizing look before his features eased.

“You should be too drunk to count.”

“I told you I can liquor my hold.” Caelan quipped, not catching Ardyn snort at her mismatch.

“So you have,” Ardyn laughed. “C’mere.”

Ardyn didn’t give Caelan a chance to register what was happening. He grabbed a hold of her right hand, coaxing her onto stumbling feet. The water from the fountain they were resting at continued to add a sense of peace to the commotion taking place in the city streets. He too wobbled back as they both attempted to balance one another out upon standing. A myriad of giggles and laughs left them as they managed to pull off finding their respective centers of gravity.

“Are we dancing again?” Caelan asked. “I’d love to but my feet are sleepy.”

“No,” Ardyn shook his head. His eyes fixating on hers. He looked deeply into her blown out pupils, seeing nothing but himself reflected back. It scared him for a moment. The kind of power she had over him. He tried not to show his reluctance while reaching for her hair. His fingers giving a soft squeeze to some of her locks before he carefully spread them into three sections.

“Ardyn, what are you--”

“Shh,” He hushed her, careful with his actions as he began to loop one strand of hair over the next. Minding not to make the tension too tight.

“I can’t--be wearing a braid. I’m a not crownsguard.” Caelan protested.

“Well, you’re my ‘a not crownsguard’.” He repeated playfully.

“You can’t give me the rites,” Caelan protested. Her whole body shuddered, feeling as if the eyes of the Astrals were upon them both. It was a ridiculous notion, but years of tradition being shoved down her throat atop of her logic being misguided played a part in the irrationality of it all.

“Only the king can do that.” She murmured, a last ditch effort to have Ardyn quit while he was ahead.

“I was the original founder king of Lucis. I can do whatever I please. Hold still.”

She seemed to have taken his words literally. Ardyn watched as she became as solid as a rock. Her eyes keeping forward and not budging, save for when the alcohol coursing through her body had her gaze travel elsewhere. He was mindful not to spook her with his movements, taking time to loop and pull each strand with careful attention.

"I don't have a ceremonial ribbon to add, otherwise I would." Ardyn muttered. He was embarrassed at having not thought that part of the ceremony though. It didn't seem to phase Caelan. She remained quiet. Her mind seemed more preoccupied with other matters than the trivial.

When he had finished, Ardyn tied a small knot at the base to keep the braid from falling apart. His head canted to the side, studying how it looked on her. Mostly he was double checking he did a good job and didn’t half ass it. Even if he was heavily drunk, Gods forbid he screw something important like this up for her. Speaking of Gods, he made a grimace recalling the rites. He didn’t want to incite the names of the creatures who had played a hand in making his life, his universe, a living hell, but tradition was tradition. He wanted it to feel authentic for her even if the bells and whistles weren't present.

“Titan,” His right hand touched either of Caelan's wrists after carefully having her palms face up.

“Ramuh,” His hand went to her abdomen.

“Ifrit,” Her heart.

“Leviathan” Her shoulders.

“Shiva,” Her lips.

Ardyn paused as he reached for her eyes. His right index finger stroking underneath one, then the other before pressing his thumb to Caelan’s head. He swallowed, feeling a tense anger beginning to rise in himself. The alcohol wasn’t helping in terms of simmering down his primordial fears when it came to the six. Even though Ardyn had played a huge role in the demise of the Gods, even spitting in the face of the dragon king who sealed his fate, he was just a man at the end of the day. A powerful one, but nevertheless like every other living thing on Eos, a mere pawn. Alas Ardyn tampered it down, determined to finish what was started. Not for his sake, but for Caelan's.

“Bahamut,” He never thought the dreaded God’s name would fall past his tongue again yet it happened, and nothing did. The cosmos didn’t suddenly open up to swallow him whole. Neither did he feel the foreboding sense of dread that the dragon deity possessed. There was nothing to scared of.

Ardyn blinked a few times, catching his breath as he relaxed.

“Gods be witness, a new guard rises. Shield of mine until last breath. Until dismissed by my hand or the hand of the Astrals. Crownsguard Zamfir, Caelan.” Ardyn stepped back, giving Caelan space to reconcile and realize what was done was done. The sad frown upon her lips even as her eyes conveyed how happy she was had him concerned until he could see her mouth begin to part.

“King of mine until last breath. Until dismissed by his hand or the hand of the Astrals. Ardyn Lucis Caelum."

Ardyn smirked, surprised that she was able to say the rest of the rites without faltering her words. He could see how serious she took this, and also how saddened it made her. Mixed feelings seemed to pool on her features. He couldn’t tell if she wanted to cry, run, or just remain still. Maybe all of the above. Either way, he didn't judge her.

“How do you feel?”

“I don’t know,” Caelan began, offering a sincere shrug as she grinned. “Nothing bad happened.”

“You were expecting something more, monumental?”

“I thought I was going to drop dead. That the gods were going to kill me for this.”

Ardyn couldn’t help but laugh, breaking the seriousness that lingered between them in the atmosphere. He watched confusion take hold of Caelan as she chuckled nervously, unsure of what to make of his antics it seemed.

“I had the same thought as you,” Ardyn reassured her. He placed a hand upon her shoulder out of comfort. “The Astrals are gone. Humanity makes its own rules now. You’re my guard for as long as you want to be. Nothing can take that from you."

Caelan felt her face redden. She looked away from Ardyn while trying to suppress a smile that had begun to form on her lips. There was nothing comparable to the euphoria she could feel countering her inebriation. Her gaze fell back on Ardyn as he let go of her. She was already missing the warmth of his hand while observing him sitting down on one of the fountain ledges, eyeballing their two glasses of wine and the bottle before topping his off.

"You truly are amazing." Caelan couldn't stop the words flowing past her lips even if she tried. Her newfound feelings for him were screaming to be let out, even just a little bit. A round of fear overtook her gaze, until Ardyn let out a hearty laugh, snapping her out of momentary fight or flight response.

“And here I thought you only liked me for the riches I acquired.” Ardyn teased, grabbing the glass of wine and downing the rest. His eyes carded over the bottle near Caelan, feeling the temptation for another despite how much both he and his companion consumed. He was unsure of where they acquired the glasses, but couldn’t be bothered with. Either way he was satisfied at how much alcohol he was able to enjoy this night. Having not had the opportunity in a long time. Caelan's compliment had his body feeling warm. It got worse as she sat down beside him.

Ardyn’s eyes traveled about while awaiting Caelan to answer him back. He did a double take, feeling something akin to vertigo briefly take hold of his vision before Caelan clearing her throat had him hooked.

“Well, there’s that.” Caelan said mockingly, her glossy eyes looked over Ardyn as she went still. She could feel the tips of her ears grow more hot with each passing second the longer she stared his way.

“And your face,” Caelan began. Her voice growing soft and steady while the wine in her system had her feeling more bold than usual. “Your hair, and how it’s all crazy. The way you talk like you know everything in the universe that will come and everything when it goes back to nothing. I don’t feel scared of the unknown cause it’s you--you’re it---does that make sense?”

The sudden boost in confidence didn’t go unnoticed by Ardyn as he intently watched her, his expression neutral all the while he could feel heat snaking into his cheeks. His head tilted curiously, his expression welcoming as he smiled.

“I’d even go so far as to say I love it when you’re all,” Caelan gestured out with her hands, making claw like motions and swiping. “Demony.”

“I thought I frightened you,” He admitted, watching Caelan forgo drinking from her glass and straight up grabbed the bottle and took a swig. Ardyn snorted from the action.

“Hm?” Caelan furrowed her brows, confusion settling on her face as she neglected to fully listen.

“My eyes in particular. I thought they frightened you.” Ardyn repeated, rubbing his forehead and the back of his neck. He was starting to feel humid from how much wine he consumed.

“Wanna know a drunks secret?” Caelan grinned from ear to ear as Ardyn laughed.

“Sure.”

Caelan’s grin began to disappear as she scooted closer to Ardyn. She stumbled from time to time, visibly uncoordinated but determined.

“I think your eyes are sexy even when they’re daemonic.”

Ardyn’s jaw slightly hung open from the bold proclamation. He scarcely believed her, and yet there was not a hint of deception in Caelan’s eyes. Speaking of eyes, he couldn’t stop staring at them. Once again all he could see was himself reflected back.

There was a strong magnetic pull that had Ardyn involuntarily inclining forward to her. Whether it was from the wine or not, he couldn’t be certain. Nonetheless, it grew stronger by the second the longer he roamed over her face. Her compliment repeated nonstop in his mind, feeling a sense of delirium wanting to take the wheel and steer. Ardyn could so easily get lost in her, and yet there was a part of him just begging to take the leap.

“Cahl,” He breathed out, vainly to snap out of his trance.

“I think I’ve drank too much,” Caelan admitted. There was a hint of regret in her voice that had Ardyn worried for a time before he nodded.

“As have I,” Licking his bottom lip, a mischievous look crossed Ardyn’s features. He swooped forward, grabbing the keys to the Scepter from the sash around Caelan’s dress. He didn’t know why she bothered to bring them with her on their outing. However he was grateful at this moment. It provided a necessary distraction before he would've done something stupid.

“Hey, what the hell Red?!” Caelan exclaimed, her body desperately trying to coordinate itself into a charge as her arms swept for Ardyn’s body. Eventually, she came to find out she was hugging thin air as Ardyn had teleported away. From afar, she could hear the jingling of her keys, her head jolting around trying to pinpoint where they were at before landing on his form thirty feet away. She stumbled and rose to her feet.

“I gotta keep you on your toes if you’re to remain my shield!” Ardyn hollered. The salaciousness in his voice grabbed a hold of Caelan's senses as she trembled while making a face. “If you fail to find me, I must warn you the consequences will be dire!”

“You’re such an ass! Why did I make my vows to be your guard again? I truly am a drunken fool!” Caelan yelled back in retaliation. An exasperated groan left her as she began to run towards him. Ardyn’s laughter echoed in her ears like a forbidden melody as she felt her heart race, unsure if it was from running, the alcohol coursing through her blood, or from the sheer excitement of wanting to catch him.

Lestallum was already a maze in of itself. Now under the influence, Caelan found it difficult to navigate the city. The endless barrage of smells, sounds, and visuals were easily distracting her from the primary target. Caelan occasionally bumped into people, apologizing under her breath. She could smell the aftertaste of the wine in her mouth and she grimaced, coming down an alley and into the plaza. Her head and neck turned everywhere. Though life flourished in Lestallum, Caelan felt that she was walking in a dark room by herself with no one to guide her way. It was scary for a time. Sensations blurred into a singular white noise as she stopped to recenter herself.

“Fuck,” She murmured, leaning forward as her right leg wanted to give out. Caelan caught her fall at the last second, balancing herself while her nose flared. A faint whiff of a familiar scent had her pause. Closing her eyes for a moment, Caelan inhaled again. The lingering floral scent Ardyn adorned with the cologne he wore felt as if it grabbed a hold of her face, and tempted her to turn her head to the left. When she opened her eyes, Caelan saw him from afar past a crowd of people down one of Lestallum’s alleys.

Ardyn was dangling the keys while wearing a grin that would put a trouble making child to shame. Caelan smiled wide, sprinting after him. Her heart pounding deeply in her chest as her elation grew seeing a familiar face amongst the crowds. This was it. Her light in the dark.

“Oh, you poor thing. You were so close.” Ardyn swayed his head to the side. His eyes hooded as he chuckled out of amusement.

When Caelan was no more than five feet away, he teleported once again. Not too far of course, but enough distance to stump her at this game. It took incredible will power to not cackle seeing her spin around in circles, attempting horribly to figure out where he went. Ardyn acknowledged to himself he could easily do this all night to his hearts content, alas his vexatious behavior started to wane the longer he observed.

His gaze lingered on Caelan more than he should've. Curiosity had him studying her, watching her body’s swaying movements all the while closing her eyes and tilting her head up. It dawned on Ardyn she was trying to smell him out, and there was a primal exhilaration that had momentarily convinced him to end this little charade right then and now. Much like earlier though, Ardyn felt himself being pulled in. A tempting eagerness persuaded him to keep playing. He would keep playing.

Feeling emboldened seeing her so close yet so far, Ardyn once more shifted into darkness.

“Where are you?” Caelan said aloud, searching everywhere that looked like a potential hiding spot. Her sight momentarily traveled to the roofs of the city buildings, praying to whatever Gods were left that Ardyn didn’t teleport so high up. There was a sudden whish and a gentle breath that trailed below the right side of her neck that had Caelan freeze. The world became quiet. Her body warmed up, swearing she felt the soft texture of lips on the shell of her ear. The sensation of it being tugged by a mouth had her knees quake.

“I’m right here,” Ardyn whispered.

Caelan gasped and turned around, only to find nothing. Nothing but structures and a few people enjoying the local nightlife Lestallum had to offer. She held in her breath for a long time before exhaling, there was a thrill that traveled across her nerves. It grew as Caelan heard the jingling sound of her keys yet again, and followed. The noise held a promise for something more.

Despite feeling a heaviness in her body from drinking so much, adrenaline kept Caelan afloat as he toyed with her. She hadn’t seen Ardyn for a time, but his scent left its marks and it seemed when she got too close for comfort, Ardyn would retreat. There was a pattern he performed that Caelan would’ve zeroed in on if she were sober. Alas, she was going in circles and entrusting him to lead much like when they danced earlier in the night. Something about this current dance between them made her nervous. The intense pining she felt for him outweighed whatever trepidations lurked. She was eager to find him now.

Ardyn could see after a time Caelan was losing resolve. Her determination held true, but her mind seemed to be battling itself as she bounded towards a street, heading for a dimmed alley. Ardyn breathed out, concentrating as he pinpointed where she was and envisioned himself close by. He could practically feel her against him. His mind envisioning her hands and lips. Shivers went down his spine at the thought.

“Seriously,” Caelan sighed heavily. She stopped to catch her breath, panting while having a once over of the alley. She recognized an orange lamp afar, indicating she had been here. How long ago it was, Caelan didn’t know. Nor did she bother to care. Time was a mere illusion in her tipsy mind. She was beginning to feel the same towards reality. Her eyes closing every so often, until her weight shifted and Caelan felt herself being pulled back and pinned to a wall.

Caelan let out a scream, only to be silenced by Ardyn’s palm covering her mouth. She slapped him away in between bouts of laughter. His own following close behind as their hysterics intermingled much like their breaths.

“You gave me a heart attack!” Caelan exclaimed, taking in a deep breath to calm herself all the while her hands were wrestling against Ardyn’s haphazardly.

“Oh, you’re so weak. Try having it stabbed sometime.” Ardyn countered with a smirk, calling fourth the unpleasant experience with the Behemoth. His memory quickly faded, letting out a grunt as Caelan continued to struggle against him playfully. Their laughs began to die down as well as their movements. Ardyn having let go of Caelan, but he took a few steps forward. His body nearly caging hers against the brick wall yet again.

Soon enough the air stilled and the only sign of life became their heavy breaths ghosting upon each other’s faces. All other noise became void. All other scents but their own basked in the dark.

Ardyn blinked a few times, hearing his pulse in his throat. His eyes drinking in the wistful appreciation of Caelan’s gaze. His left hand couldn’t help but reach for her face. Calloused fingertips gently cupping the side of her cheek. His thumb left tender circles in the flesh, watching her eyes close and feeling the weight of her head lean into his touch.

The sigh of relief that wisped past her mouth had Ardyn swallow. His lips parted, head leaning against hers and nuzzling before pulling back. There was something about her vulnerability in this moment that had Ardyn unable to pry any of himself off of her. He didn’t want to look away. He didn’t want her to fade from his touch.

“You okay?”

“Hmm hmm.” She nodded.

The palm of his right hand pressed against the wall in close proximity to the other side of her face. The noise must’ve startled her, for she opened her eyes and looked towards where the sound had come from. Ardyn wanted to say something, but no words would leave him. He merely observed Caelan reach for his right hand. Her fingertips caressing over his skin as if he were the most delicate material in all of Eos.

The soft sensations of her touch had Ardyn involuntarily groan before his breath hitched. His eyes widening as Caelan started pressing gentle pecks to his wrist. Her lips memorizing every texture and flaw on his body. Her nose nudged some of the material of his sleeve away, giving her more access to his skin. She slowly kissed up towards his elbow, back down, then her bottom lip hovered over his thumb as she gave a kiss to it before moving her mouth to where his hand ended and his wrist began, pressing a final peck.

Ardyn thought his mind was going to shut off right then and there. A powerful wave of euphoria tugged whatever was left of his sanity as his eyes hovered between Caelan’s lips and eyes. Not able to choose which one he favored most.

“Make it stop,” Ardyn breathed. A final last ditch effort to end before they did something incredibly stupid. Fear and pleasure teetered on the edge in the back of his subconscious.

“Make what stop?” Caelan whispered back, her voice was quiet yet there was a trail of lust that didn’t go unnoticed by Ardyn as a faint smirk crossed his lips. He all but ignored Caelan’s thumb gently touching his bottom lip. Gods, he was really going to do this. His breath quickened and his whole body shuddered

“I don’t know, you tell me.” Ardyn murmured, enunciating each word with a tease and promise, their mouths mere inches apart now.

Neither of them were sure of who initiated. Their mouths finally met in the middle. The faintest brush of their lips upon the other caused every sensation of their bodies to blur and intertwine. Breathy gasps lingered in between contact while their mouths explored and tasted. After a few passes of gentle and cautious touch, a surging tide of warmth swept either Caelan and Ardyn up as their lips tugged and pulled against one another. Both enticed to deepen and investigate.

Caelan’s hands reached for Ardyn’s hair. Her fingers entangled within his maroon strands, grasping and kneading weakly while she treasured the small moan that was coaxed from his body. She smiled against his mouth, but her muscles were becoming weak with each pass their lips met. One of her hands snuck around his neck, the other carding through his hair and scalp. Her mind was in rapture but also having difficulty processing if what was happening was real or not as the alcohol added a further heat to their kissing.

Ardyn’s hands went to Caelan’s cheeks, holding her in place as he deepened the kiss. He could feel the soft tickle of Caelan’s breath beneath his nose. The sweet and dark texture of the wine they had consumed before still lingered on her breath. His teeth tugged at her lower lip, tongue sweeping past her lips and meeting her own muscle. His body pushing hers further against the wall until there was no space between them. He had her completely caged, and didn’t care if anyone saw.

Ardyn let out a displeased groan when he could no longer feel Caelan’s lips against him. The need to continue was soon pacified when he felt the soft texture of her mouth against his neck, traveling up his throat and biting here and there. Breathy moans began to pool from him as he closed his eyes, trying vainly to keep his body from wanting to melt. She hit several sweet spots near his pulse, his breathing becoming irregular. He just about lost it when she nipped at his earlobe unexpectedly, and he forced her back. His mouth crashing onto hers out of desperation. Their tongues pressed back and forth as he involuntarily rolled his hips. The startled moan that left Caelan as she smiled encouraged Ardyn to kiss down her neck. His left arm wrapped around her waist, the other supporting her head and cheek as he bit and suckled.

The peculiar sensations Ardyn felt from before clawed over his mind. In his drunken state, he realized what it was, why he was so desperate to have Caelan chase him: hunger. He wanted to devour her until nothing was left. Somehow in between their ravenous kissing, Ardyn managed to coax both of Caelan’s legs around his waist. The world began to shift and collide. The atmosphere heavy and buzzing until reality settled and they were both back at the hotel room.

“What--what happened?”

“Shh, I have you.” Ardyn murmured between kissing.

“Feel--weird.” Caelan moaned partially into his mouth.

“Shhh, I won’t let you go.”

Ardyn, still holding onto Caelan, walked them both to the nearest wall. He enjoyed having her pinned too much to settle for the bed. His lips parted from hers, feeling Caelan’s body attempt to catch its breath. The combination of alcohol along with teleporting seemed to have shaken her up. He went back to her throat, peppering her skin with longing licks, bites, and massages with his tongue. Needy moans left her with each pass of his lips. He only stopped when she grabbed a hold of his head and pulled him towards her. Calean’s mouth claiming his as she bit down on his bottom lip. A sharp growl pulled from Ardyn before she soothed him with her tongue on his. His hands squeezed around her face, fingers tangling themselves into her hair while her hands began to pull and tug at his clothes. The desperation in her movements to get them off as they parted for a few seconds had him smiling from ear to ear.

In the haze of lust, articles of clothing began to spill. Ardyn’s jacket disappeared onto the floor, his vest soon after. Somehow through all of it, he managed to keep Caelan’s legs around his body. His mouth only parting from hers as he brought down the top part of her dress, exposing her breasts. He took a moment to look between her face and flesh before his right arm kept steady around her waist, his left hand coming up to grope and knead at her right breast. His thumb encircled the bud of her nipple, feeling it become harder with each touch. He couldn’t resist pulling away from Caelan, his mouth kissing down her throat and chest until his tongue swiped and consumed the hardened bud. He suckled for a time, movements deliberately teasing while his ears drowned in Caelan’s pleads. He could feel her body attempting to thrust against his. It was difficult to concentrate. He couldn’t deny her mouth any longer than he had, missing the warmth and how welcoming it was to his lips, and kissed back up.

They were both sharing the same breath as their mouths hovered dangerously close to the other. Lips fluttering against lips before colliding. Ardyn drank Caelan’s moans, returning his own deep noises that pooled from his chest. His body shivered. The anticipation of their build up had him on edge.

“Ardyn wait,” Caelan moaned out. The pained tone of her voice had him stop. Panting heavily he looked into her eyes, head tilting as he swallowed.

“What do--what do we about--protection?”

Ardyn pressed a chaste kiss to her lips before pulling back. A somber look glossed in his gaze as he shook his head.

“I can’t give you children.” He murmured. “Niflheim--there were tests--Can’t. Can’t do it.”

There was so much more he wanted to say, so much more he wanted to tell her but his foggy mind wouldn’t allow the words to fall past his lips. He was too drunk. Too drunk on her.

“Okay,” Caelan whispered. Her hands reaching to cup his face, thumbs combing over his stubble. “That’s okay. That’s okay. Just--want you. Want me.”

“I want--” Ardyn closed his eyes, feeling a strain throughout his body as his nose brushed upon Caelan’s. His voice was one of desperation. “Lips back on me. Touch me.”

Their lips planted several times against each other before they were back to passionate open mouth kissing. Neither of them using logic or reason at this point. Both their bodies were lazily thrusting against each other through fabric, attempting any form of friction they could to feel relief from the tension that grabbed a hold of them.

“You feel--good.” Caelan moaned out. “Don’t--stop.”

Ardyn wasn’t sure how much longer he could continue without ripping the rest of Caelan’s dress off right then and there. His arousal far too great while his kissing became more hungry. The bites upon Caelan’s lips and neck became more prominent with each pass of his mouth. His movements more aggressive, grip around her body becoming tighter until he felt Caelan suddenly become limp when he made his way back to her mouth. A startled noise left Ardyn as he looked down, seeing Caelan’s head slouched and her eyes closed. Then he felt the weight of her body trying to pull him. In his lust filled state, it dawned on Ardyn that Caelan had passed out.

“C-Cahl?”

Breathing heavily, Ardyn was beside himself. His eyes opened and closed, trying to regain his composure all the while his body felt like a fire had been lit from inside. A plethora of emotions ransacked his brain. He felt a painful loss that couldn’t be described by mere words. He was careful moving Caelan’s body from the wall, ensuring he didn’t drop her while getting her into a position where he could carry her.

Ardyn felt numb in mind and spirit as he swayed with Caelan in tow for a time, trying to keep his thoughts from running away. He peered down at Caelan in his arms. He could hear her faint breathing as she slept against his chest. Guilt began to wash over him for what they had almost done. Especially regarding himself. He hadn’t kissed anyone in such a long time that he had rapidly become addicted. His touch starvation enabled and encouraged him to compulsively take the drug over and over again. He started to envision pieces of a puzzle come into place, how he could’ve taken advantage of her. The thought had Ardyn morose as his brows knitted into a tight glare.

Ardyn realized they had come close to bedding each other tonight. It scared him and paved way to fears that naturally come with not having been intimate in such a long time. He tried not to linger on the intrusion. He also tried hard to suppress the fear of himself hurting her because of his daemonic side slipping through. This could've ended much worse.

His heart felt heavy thinking about Aera. How in many ways he had betrayed her memory and honor. Aera’s face plagued him right up until he made it to the bed. Ardyn gently placed Caelan on the mattress, careful to pull the upper half of her dress back up, covering her body so she was no longer exposed. He reached for two pillows, putting them under her head then grabbed the covers and placed them over her, fingers tucking fabric underneath her unconscious form for comfort.

Ardyn sat beside Caelans’ body on the mattress. His hands carded through her hair, fingers grazing her scalp. Though he was filled with shame, Ardyn wasn’t going to lie to himself, he had thoroughly enjoyed kissing her tonight. He had loved her company with everything prior too in Lestallum. Seeing her smile and at peace, had his heart racing while he recalled everything they had done leading up to this moment. His body hummed in yearning. An intrusive thought of instigating another session with Caelan the next day crossed Ardyn's mind and he let out a harsh breath. He was still very aroused and felt beside himself as to how to handle it.

As Ardyn's face softened while watching her sleep, he had a realization. One that he was actively trying to ignore for some time. He was experiencing the same emotions he had felt when he first began courting Aera. The pining and instinctive need to be so close were familiar friends that he had thought long abandoned him. He didn't believe he was capable of feeling such deep sensitivity towards another person. Yet it was staring him in the face. He was staring at security, adoration, and care in the form of another human being.

He had caught feelings for his shield, and he had no clue if she felt the same. There were words spoken tonight that had Ardyn ponder how Caelan felt about the subject, but there was not a definite yes or no. This revelation accompanied by their drunken attempt at coupling disturbed him.

Sighing bitterly, Ardyn shook his head. He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling frustration and conflict resonate more deeply now as he allowed the thought to take root. Like most things that made him uncomfortable, Ardyn decided to snuff it out before it had the chance to grow into something he couldn’t control. He got up from the bed, and made his way to the bathroom. Deciding a cold shower would do him some good before he’d pass out on the couch. The consequences of their actions he could deal with tomorrow, for his brain couldn’t be bothered with any longer from the shame he had inflicted upon himself.

#immortal shield #chapter 20 #ardyn #ardyn izunia #ardyn lucis caelum #original characters #ffxv #final fantasy xv #fanfic #fanfiction #*insert Dean from The Iron Giant standing in front of the restaurant before unleashing the squirrel in his pants*#I'd like to apologize to everyone in advance for this!

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blueaetherr · 2 years

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pairing: trent alexander-arnold x gn!reader [they/them]

warnings: none

summary: the one where the two prefer to stay in

The sound of Die For You playing in the bedroom had Trent looking away from his phone. There was a curve to his lips and tilt to his look, one of admiration and contentment. There was Y/N. Having fun, dancing and singing to themself and maybe to Trent. So comfortably outward in a space reserved for the two. Half-dressed, very much relaxed and little thought on time. They were in a moment, one that you wouldn't want to leave, one that you would like to stay in forever and just never leave. It was a shame that he couldn't let that happen for now.

"Shouldn't you be ready by now?" He laughed when Y/N jumped at the sound of his voice. They were so lost in their inner world – their own entertainment – that they fell out of the one they shared with Trent. "We're supposed to be going soon." There was no rush to leave or anything. Maybe putting a time strain on them would prompt quick action.

It wasn't hard to understand what he meant with the pair's state almost amusing. While Trent was dressed and ready to leave for the evening, they were still stuck in undergarments and a dress shirt with a tie loosely around its collar. "Yeah about that..." Y/N turned down the music in the bedroom. They looped their fingers together. "Would you be surprised if I told you that I don't want to go out tonight?" Would it, too, be bad to say that they were hoping for time to be on their side; to simply slow down and turn back?

He got up from the bed. "I would be surprised if you were the one to suggest somewhere to go for once." Opening his arms he let Y/N fall into his embrace, laughing softly at their deep exhale into their shoulder. He let them find comfort in, well, him. Creating spaces for them to be comfortable with him, to feel comfortable with him was always important in the relationship. It was something that the two did quite often—finding comfort in one another. He pulled away and let his hands trail along their cheeks. "Tell me. What's up?"

They sighed. "I don't think I have the energy—"

Trent scoffed out a laugh. "With all that dancing you were just doing?"

"That's different," they rolled their eyes. Y/N couldn't explain 'cause that's just how it was. They let their arm fall to their side. "My social battery is right down, down here right now and... I don't know." Y/N knew that they were socially awkward. More inward than out, more closed off to one and maybe a selected other. It's not that they were uncomfortable around others. There was only so much social interaction one could happen until it was all so much. It was only until you're a working adult that you realise that a moment to oneself—or a secluded group—was so rare.

They watched as Trent removed his jacket. Going to speak they stopped as Trent approached them began to undo their tie. "Wait— What are you doing?"

"Let's ditch," he said as he removed the tie.

"Trent, I swear it's fine—"

They tried to stop him but he continued to help them undress. "Would it be a surprise if I told you that I don't want to go out too?" Given silence was followed with given laughter amongst the two. It was quite the comical situation. Trent sighed, one filled with relief. How long had he been keeping it in? "Besides, no one will notice that we aren't there."

"Andy will notice," they noted with an eye roll. Y/N believed the teammates had a loving friendship. Quite extensive sometimes, but loving for the most part.

"He'll see me tomorrow in training."

“That’ll probably feel like an eternity to him.”

And there everything was again, all coming back to life. The expression of true fun and enjoyment—the singing, the dancing, the musical serenading from Y/N. The expression of admiration and contentment from Trent for everything they did. The two, alone together, so comfortable and relaxed and domestic in a space that neither wanted to leave. They did what they could because, well, they could and they wanted to. Such energy couldn't be switched out for a night out with others.

"Is this what you wanted the whole time?" Y/N asked after the two changed out of their clothes; after the two had shared a meal and gossiped in the kitchen with a single light on; after the two had settled in front of the TV for the night. It was safe to say that it was way too late to make an appearance at the event.

Maybe the two were missing out on something. Being with friends, making brief memories with their faves—with each other—doing an activity that was outward and adventurous. That was all good and all though Trent just thought there was so much more to get from simply one night alone together.

Where they were both openly outward, where putting a strain on their personalities was unnecessary. Where they both could go apeshit (whatever that meant to them) and not feel the need to tone down, where Y/N didn't have to pretend to have fun just to please him or avoid judgement. All of that to Trent was an amazing memory to have, to create and have set in stone. There was no way he could ever turn that down. Was it, too, also bad that he maybe just wanted his partner to himself?

Trent and Y/N were plutos, and in their own rights. Quite small, just enough to be unseen; the two were there but unseen by others sometimes. A few faults, a bit of unsophistication. But that's what made the two so whole and fascinating and assured. A bit of balance in a relationship quite varied in every way one could think of.

"If anything has to do with you, I'll always be down for that."

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daryl-dixon-daydreams · 3 years

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Words: 1,623 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: the prison Warnings: sexuality, mentions and descriptions of childhood trauma and physical abuse, domestic abuse Summary: On a supply run, a thunderstorm hits and it seems to paralyze Y/N. Requested by: anon! thanks for this cute request, dearheart! I hope you love it!

Your name: submit What is this?

“What’re ya doin’?”

Daryl’s voice came from right behind you and was followed shortly after by his hands on your hips, so light they were almost floating over your curves.

“What’s it look like?” you asked, your hand still on the pull of the nearest cabinet. “Checking for any overlooked supplies.”

Daryl’s body pressed into yours and you were caught between him and the counter. You couldn’t help but smile and bite your bottom lip. “Can ya… maybe do that later?” he drawled. You felt his fingertips pressing into your hips more tightly and he leaned into you, breathing in the scent of your hair.

You laughed, reeling with tingles and goosebumps at his touch, your face flushing pink at this still new intimacy. “I suppose I can,” you said. You turned to face him and his expression was soft but needy. Another bloom of heat started in your chest and grew outwards. His hands drifted from your hips up to the curve of your waist and back down.

“Good.”

You licked your lips and then looped your arms around his neck. “This was your plan all along, wasn’t it? Get me out here to ‘search for supplies’. Alone. No one else around. Total privacy.”

One corner of his mouth flicked upwards and he shrugged, his fingers tapping lightly on your hips. “Maybe.” You thought his ears and cheeks till turned a little red and you slipped your fingers into his hair. “Don’t ya think it’s about damn time we had some fuckin’ privacy?” He grabbed you by the waist and lifted you up onto the edge of the counter. You let out a surprised gasp and then laughed gaily.

You chewed on your bottom lip briefly, loving the desirous look in his bright blue eyes. “Mhmmm. I can be as loud as I want,” you whispered with a smile.

He let out a sigh that had the edge of a growl to it and his hands drifted down from your hips, over your thighs to your knees and then back up, pressing against the denim of your jeans. He stepped in more closely to you and pressed his lips to the side of your neck, eliciting a sigh from you that you had no control over. You pulled him in against you more tightly, scooting right to the edge of the counter, his hips pressing against the inside of your legs.

Daryl pulled back just long enough to study your face and brush your hair out of your eyes before his lips crashed against yours, insistent and fiery.

You were sinking into him, getting lost in his touch, biting his bottom lip because you knew it drove him crazy, when a sudden crack of thunder and flash of white-hot lightning burned at the edges of the covered windows. You jumped and then froze still as stone. Daryl felt your body go rigid beneath his hands.

He pulled back, his arms wrapping lightly around your lower back. You had a wide-eyed, stunned look on your face. “S’just a storm. S’alright,” he drawled.

But his words seemed to have almost no effect on you. You certainly didn’t look relieved.

“Y/N. Hey. Ya alright?”

You blinked a few times like you were trying to clear something out of your head. Your chest was heaving with anxious breaths, your heart whirring in your chest and making you feel a little light-headed.

Daryl clasped your face gently in one hand. “Y/N.” You finally met his eyes and felt some sense of relief at the weight of him against you. It was grounding when you were worried about plummeting into that dark abyss, standing on a precipice barely wide enough for your feet.

Another growling roll of thunder and a loud crack, magnesium white lightning finding its way in around the curtains. Daryl felt you start shaking beneath his hands and his brow furrowed more deeply. “Hey. S’goin’ on?”

You gulped at the constriction in your throat and squeezed your eyes shut. I’m okay. I’m okay. Just bad memories. I’m okay. A flashback was looming over you, ready to consume you at any moment. But suddenly Daryl had lifted you into his arms and you clutched onto him tightly. His brow was wrinkled with concern and without a word he carried you to the makeshift bed the two of you had laid out on the floor in the other room, layers of blankets and bedding. He set you down gently and your fingers stayed clutching onto his vest, holding on to keep yourself rooted in the here and now.

His hands didn’t leave you, and you were grateful for that. You met his blue eyes as he smoothed your hair. You felt tears welling up, blurring your vision and you drew in a shaky breath before collapsing against his chest, breathing in his smell, feeling his warmth. His hands smoothed up and down your back gently.

“S’alright,” he murmured, and you could hear it echoing in his chest. After some time of just holding you, he finally spoke again. “I remember—when we were on the road—the storm… ya were,” he shook his head vaguely, “but I thought it was just ‘cause it was so bad and all we had was a damn barn to keep us outta it. But it’s more than that, hmm?”

You straightened up and he was studying your expression, waiting patiently in case you wanted to speak. You had to steel yourself to drag it up. You’d always done your best to keep it buried, carrying a shovel around slung over your shoulder in case you needed it at a moment’s notice. But this was Daryl. And you could tell him. And maybe if you spoke it, it would lessen the burden.

You smoothed a hand down his chest and blinked away the tears stinging your eyes. “I was afraid of storms when I was a kid. My stepdad—he—he said I was too old to be afraid of them and that it wasn’t right for me to come running for my mom in the middle of the night.” You wet your lips and cleared your throat, fighting the tightness that was threatening to strangle your voice. Another roll of thunder sounded outside and you flinched. Daryl’s hand smoothed up and down your back. “Whenever it stormed, I tried to stay in bed—I really did but I just—I would panic. My stepdad would be furious when I ran into their room, waking them up… I just wanted to be with my mom. But he—he said I needed to ‘get over it’ and ‘face my fears’.” You had to stop for a moment and triy to slow your breathing and bounding heart. You’d never told anyone, except a therapist, what you were about to tell him. “We had a shed in the backyard, and when it stormed, when I came running for my mom, he’d discipline me.” A tear escaped your eyes and you hastily wiped it away. “And then he’d drag me into the backyard and throw me in the shed. He locked me in there until it was over. Just—in the dark with the lightning and—the whole time I always thought the shed was going to come down around me.” You sniffled and wiped away a few more tears that had leaked out. The sound of rain was no steady on the roof.

“Yer mom didn’t—”

“She couldn’t,” you interrupted him, shaking your head sadly. “He had total control over her. Beat her black and blue sometimes. She wasn’t in a place to do anything for me…”

Thunder cracked again outside and you flinched, squeezing your eyes shut, wiping away more tears with a shaky hand. Daryl moved closer to you and you sat down in front of him and leaned back so you could feel the expansion of his lungs, his body against yours. He draped his arms around you.

“How old were ya?” he asked quietly. You found his deep voice, the rough grit to it, soothing.

“Seven. When it started.”

Daryl was silent for a long time, struggling with some of his own memories that your story was bringing to the surface, but he finally heaved a heavy sigh and his fingertips trailed up your bare arms lightly. “Ya shoulda never had to go through that. ‘M sorry.”

You turned to look up at him over your shoulder and smiled sadly. “It’s not your fault. But thank you.”

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You leaned back against him more heavily and he wrapped his arms around you tight. The two of you waited out the storm that way. You didn’t know how long it took, but being in his arms seemed to speed it past.

“I’ve never told anyone that before,” you said at length.

Daryl’s heart ached and he tangled his fingers into your hair, chewing on his bottom lip. “Thanks fer trustin’ me.”

You hadn’t been officially together with him for long, but you had already fallen hard. He was your escape. “I trust you with my whole heart, Daryl.”

Daryl felt his cheeks flush with heat. “Not sure I deserve that.”

You turned and clasped his face gently, a sad look on your face. “You do. That, and a lot more.” You pressed your lips to his and melted into each other, passing the night wrapped in the feeling of realizing that you’ve found home in another person.

#daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon twd #the walking dead #twd fanfics #daryl dixon drabbles #daryl imagines #daryl x y/n #fanfics #writers of tumblr #twd drabbles #daryl dixon angst #daryl dixon fluff #twd angst

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cloveroctobers · 3 years

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September prompts — 6. Bonfire ; Matt Press

September song choice: Kiana Ledé, “Cancelled.”

*Gif belongs to its rightful owner since I went to google in search of more gifs of this guy!

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Wellsbury was having the first official bonfire tonight in the largest park the town had. It was the first day of fall and you were just getting over a cold which made your hypochondriac mother worry as you decided you would be going. Plus the temperatures were supposed to drop pretty low tonight so that made your mother worry even more. You were going with your two best friends: Meera and Joey with Meera picking you up and Joey said she would meet you two there.

“Do you have your inhaler on you just in case?” Your mother followed you to the door as you finished shoving your arms through your corduroy jacket.

Spinning around you smiled at your worry wart of a mother, “yes mom, I didn’t need it the last time I got sick.”

“That was early summer and you know colder months are harsher on your lungs.” Your mother explained what you been knew about your body but you always listened nonetheless.

A horn sounded making you step forward to place a kiss on her cheek, “I have the inhaler, keys, phone, backup charger, and my dagger daddy brought for me.”

“What about the mace?”

“I like the dagger much better mama,” you explained, “but the mace is always on my key ring. I’ll be home by curfew.”

“Which is?”

“10:30, 11 tops depending on how much fun I get into.” You grinned at the woman who raised her brows and pressed her knuckles into her wide hips.

You smiled, “kidding. 10:30, I know. Gotta go, love you!”

The last image you saw of your mother was her shaking her head slightly at you and throwing a kiss at you with her fingertips as you shut the door behind you. You raced down the steps of your Victorian home to Meera’s black Volkswagen Jetta.

“Hey bitch.” You greeted your wavy haired brown friend.

Meera waved her ring covered fingers at you with her free hand, “sup, we’re gonna be the baddest at the park with the way the both of us look. I just hope Joey puts in the effort.”

“Oh leave Joey alone, you know she dresses for comfort. And it’s about us having a good time anyway.” You defended your friend who always chose comfort over? Dressy?

Meera folded her four fingers over her thumb mocking you, “right and it’s also you making Matt regret that he ever did you dirty.”

“That too.” You laughed just as Meera turned the radio back up, her car vibrating with a Flo Milli track.

She gave you a knowing look as you buckled yourself in, knowing that a twenty-five minute drive would take Meera ten-fifteen minutes tops. Just as Meera was pulling up to the line that led to the entrance of the park you pulled out your phone to call Joey. It took the girl seven rings to answer the phone with music blasting in the background.

“Where are you guys?” Her usual croaky voice asked as you had her on speaker.

Meera answered, “we’re at the entrance waiting to get in. You?”

“I’m by the stage sipping on some cider. But I’ll come by the second entrance by the park to meet you guys.”

“Cool.” You nodded, knowing what she meant and also excited to get some cider. You were a huge cider person.

Another three minutes and you were let in to the park with Meera deciding to take a shorter route like a few others and turned off to loop around the park. There were so many people around in their own groups standing around or walking to head to the main entertainment. It took another five minutes for Meera to find parking with her sending a few middle fingers on her way before finding a park on the end.

“People are so, ah!” Meera held her fingers upwards as you laughed patting her shoulder before climbing out the car.

Meera pulled her vape out taking a few inhales and letting the smoke swirl upwards into the night sky. You leaned against the hood of the car watching your friend asking, “feel better now, buddy?”

“Much, let’s go. I need some donuts in my belly and you need to put Matt in his place.” Meera waited for you to come to her side as she looped her arm with yours.

The both of your feet crunched in unison as you stomped through the grass to get to the main entrance of the park. This park was huge and went on for miles with a lake near the parking lot you two parked in and a river along the other side where the main entrance of the park sat. Eventually you two crossed the gravel to the sidewalk following the multiple groups of teens and families towards the music.

“Hey bitches.” Joey greeted you two throwing both arms around you two, careful not to spill her drink.

“What’d you get?” You quizzed.

“Pumpkin spiced cider.” Joey chewed on her bottom lip ready for you to drill into her.

You gasped dramatically acting wounded while Meera shook her head at you two. “You’re gonna be shitting bricks in a few.”

“Yeah, well at least I’ll have a good reason to.” Joey called after Meera who already took off to enter the park.

Joey turned back to you with a pout as you shook your head in pure disgust, “first Meera with the cinnamon and now you with the pumpkin. I gotta find new friends.”

“Ah, whatever!” Joey turned to walk in step with you, “we all like what we like…even if they’re questionable.”

You gave your freckled faced friend the side eye while she sheepishly took a sip. The two of you walked through the park following Meera up ahead who made a beeline for the donut stand. She seemed to greet Sophie Sanchez with a tap on her shoulder who gave her a bright grin as they embraced.

“Just a fair warning I saw Matt earlier with Samantha. And not too long before that? Abby was rushing off to the bathroom after interacting with them.” Joey informed you while you nodded at the information.

“I’m here to have a good time and not worry about that drama.” You stated which Joey snapped her fingers at.

“That’s what we always say but somehow always end up in some shit, you know?”

“Don’t manifest that!”

“My bad.”

Joey suddenly pulled her phone out from her back pocket to see her phone buzzing. You saw a brief face on the screen before she answered it, plugging her ears to get better sound as the ground vibrated beneath your feet. “Yeah, I’ll be right there! Give me like two minutes.”

Hanging up the phone she turned to you, “Olive is here.”

“Olive. Olive?”

“Yes, Olive Olive. She’s having a outfit malfunction and she needs my help so ill try my best to meet up with you guys later?” Joey rocked on her toes while you tilted your head to the side.

“I thought we said no drama.”

“This isn’t!”

“To me it sounds like a secret code to hooking up in the bathroom?” You suggested while Joey frowned scratching at the beanie on her head.

“Um no? At least I don’t think that’s what that means…she could have a serious problem.”

Typical Joey always getting herself involved in things that don’t really require her to. It was no different with her newfound interest in Olive Stone. So you said nothing whistling as you waved her away in the direction she needed to go with her smiling at you for not giving her more shit. She jogged back to you, “do you think you can hold my cider?”

“Do you want me to shrivel up and die?”

Joey sighed before leaving you to stand in the park. You turned and before you could even take a step forward Jordan and Norah were smiling and making their way up to you.

“Hey y/n!” They both greeted which you replied with a wave as you met them in the middle.

Jordan was always smiley, sweet, and sometimes had his head in the clouds. You sat next to each other in history and actually became friends first before you became involved with Matt. He was also the only one to listen to your side of the story besides your girlfriends.

As for Norah: your interactions only felt convenient since Jordan considered you a friend and at first she felt that you were getting in the way of their relationship but you didn’t like Jordan in that way. In your mind Norah was a bit of a follower and didn’t have a backbone but the both of you kept fake smiles and small conversations whenever you were around each other.

Jordan immediately pulled you into a brief hug which you returned before he stepped back to toss a arm over Norah. She moved her purse from her wrist to clasp the straps in her hands.

“So who did you come with?” Norah pried.

You held your arms out, “as you can see, my imaginary friends,” you joked which Jordan genuinely laughed at while Norah gave you one of those usual fake smiles, “no, I came with Meera and Joey.”

“And where are they?” Norah frowned looking around.

How nosey.

“Meera is over there at the donut stand talking to Sophie and Joey went off to the restroom to help out her friend? Olive.” Norah glanced to her right over her shoulder and analyzed Meera and Sophie, probably to report back to Maxine but there was nothing to tell.

“Oh man we can’t have you hanging out by yourself!” Jordan yelled reaching out to grab your wrist, “we were just going to meet up with everyone else by the maze, you should come with us.”

You popped your lips, knowing where this was going, “jordan, that’s really nice…but I can’t just leave Meera and Joey.”

“Why? They left you.” Norah bluntly said and widened her eyes as she realized she said that out loud.

Jordan quickly added, “plus! they’re busy and you can meet up with them later. Watch! Hey, Meera!” He called out to your best friend who whipped her head in your direction.

“We’re gonna steal y/n and head off to the maze, you’ll get her back later. Is that cool?” He called out to Meera who just waved you two off, completely ignoring you shaking your head rapidly.

She sent you a wink before turning back to Sophie who covered her mouth continuing to laugh at something they were talking about.

You really hated your friends sometimes.

“See! Let’s go!” He pulled you forward to toss a arm over your shoulder too and began leading both you and Norah to this magic maze.

Norah glanced over at you actually mouthing, ‘sorry.’ To you as your history classmate was completely oblivious to wanting to not be around his other friends. Jordan was blabbing on about something but you were tuning the long haired boy in and out to be honest until you reached the pathway of the corn maze. To the right of the maze stood Hunter, Padma, Brodie, Sam, and Matt.

“I thought you two went off to get freaky but you brought back a third party? I knew you had it in you, Jordan man.” Brodie whistled at Jordan who actually blushed and shook his head lowering his arms to send a playful punch to the muscular boy’s gut.

“Shut up, Brodie! It’s not like that. I found Y/N alone on the field and offered that they come with us, is that cool?” Jordan turned to the others who were having conversations with each other.

You felt eyes on you now.

“I wasn’t alone, I came with Meera and Joey.” You corrected.

“Who?” Sam spoke up in her mousy tone.

Hunter told the group but it’s not like it’s their business, “Meera Pakam, she’s one of the theater kids and Joey Del Marco, she transferred here last year before Ginny.”

Brodie shrugged his shoulders still clueless.

“Let’s go!” Padma grabbed Hunter’s hand and led the group forward.

Brodie let out a cheer as he raced up to you, quickly picking you up bridal style while you struggled to find anything to hold onto you as this guy began carrying you towards the maze.

“Dude, do you really have to do that?” Matt asked, your eyes finally settling on him for the first time tonight.

Damn he looked good too.

Brodie stared at the dark haired boy as if he was crazy, “hey, everyone here is coupled up and Jordan gave me this gift to cherish so let me do me.”

You snorted, “Brodie you’re slowly winning me over tonight.”

“Knew I could.” Brodie smiled at you before settling you down on your feet. He crouched down for you to hop on his back and he lifted you with ease despite the fact that you might be the heaviest out of the other’s.

Matt chewed on his bottom lip mumbling, “sam and I aren’t a couple. Never will be.”

Sam was glaring at you taking over the show as you held on tightly to Brodie who disappeared into the maze. Matt also glared after you two—for different reasons…before shortly stalking forward; sam held out her hand for Matt to take but he ignored her on his way.

Eventually you got tired of hanging onto Brodie and he let you down to race off up ahead to bug Jordan and Norah some more. You shook your head at the boy and missed a root sticking upright, catching you by the ankle as you went crashing to the ground. You let out a yelp as you attempted to brace yourself but that did not work out in your favor.

You heard the crunching and some giggles before you opened your eyes to see Matt standing over you. “I think you missed the rabbit hole, Alice.”

Your ankle throbbed while your hand stung and now you had Matt running his mouth. He wasted no time reaching forward to grab you at the waist and get you on your feet. You wobbled being upright again as Matt snapped his fingers in front of your face, “how many fingers, Alice?”

“I don’t have a concussion. My ankle hurts and my hand is scraped. I’m fine.” You mumbled as you pulled a small stick from your hair, tossing it in a giggling Samantha’s direction.

Matt sent her a look which made her mold her bottom lip into her mouth and look elsewhere for her laughs to subside. He turned back to you and folded his arms as you winced putting some weight on your left ankle and began walking off but you stopped realizing you didn’t know which way was the correct one.

“I’m going right. I remember to get out of here from last year was to go that way so let’s go Matt.” Sam stepped around the two of you and halted when she realized Matt wasn’t following her, “Matt?”

“You go ahead.”

“Um, but we’re a couple? We entered together so we should leave together.” Sam stated while Matt rolled his eyes.

“I never said that, you did. And since you know the way out you go and we’ll catch up.” Matt was annoyed by her already, you could tell.

Sam scoffed, “whatever. See you losers on the other side then.”

She strutted off to the right leaving you with Matt. Which isn’t exactly what you wanted out of this night. After some moments Matt walked by you to make sure sam was out of sight before making his way back over to you. You studied him as he stood beside you, “come on, I thought she’d never leave.”

“I’m going left and you should follow her, isn’t she your girlfriend or play thing as of lately?” You asked as he gripped your arm to place around the back of his waist.

Matt scoffed, “I don’t know why everyone keeps thinking that.”

“She’s practically all over you at school, which you allow and she talks about you like you’re her boyfriend and she treats Abby like shit knowing she had or still has a crush on you.” You stated the obvious.

Matt frowned, “…you don’t even like Abby?”

“You’ve missed my point, Matt.” Leaning into him a bit as the both of you started to walk.

It was silent as he led the both of you to the left. He took his time with you as you limped walking through the frigid night.

“Sam doesn’t matter and neither does Abby.” Matt told you but that didn’t make you feel better like it possibly would have made anyone else.

You sighed.

“What?” Matt forced out, hating whenever you did that instead of just spitting it out.

“You lie too much you know that?” You hissed as you tightened your grip in anger against his waist.

Matt held his free hand out confused, “please tell me what I’m lying about.”

“Everything!” You yelled, “I know what you did with Abby and you pushed her to the side once you got bored with her or once you didn’t sleep with her. Then you pretended with me like you were different. I heard all the stories before and still allowed myself to deal with your bullshit—

“Why do you keep bringing up everyone else!? Worry about yourself for once! And don’t tell me how I felt when we were together. I didn’t pretend not even once, I might have been a asshole with a few…including you but nothing about what we were was ever fake, so just shut up, okay? You don’t know what you’re talking about, as usual.” Matt dismissed you and you ripped yourself away from him, letting out a cry of pain as you applied full weight on your possible sprained ankle.

It was always toxic. Your little situationship and Matt couldn’t see it because he was used to dysfunction in his life. Sorry but you were different, you saw it all and you didn’t want to compare yourself to the others but it was just common knowledge that Matt needed to get his shit together first so he could learn how to love.

“Hey,” Matt reached out for you but you smacked his hand away, “okay!” He muttered as he stepped back giving you your space.

You plopped down knowing you couldn’t stand on your own for much longer. You searched your bag pulling out your inhaler while Matt eyed your actions carefully. After two pumps you began to breathe normally as you rested your forehead against your non-injured hand.

“Are you okay?”

“No!” You screamed, your eyes burning into Matt who chewed on his bottom lip, “you know I cancelled you when you let Sam and Abby both give you a lap dance and you lied about it when I saw it on video but I should have done that long ago.”

Matt inhaled before saying, “cancelled, really?”

“Yes really! I’m supposed to be enjoying my junior year yet I’m caught up on your stupid ass!” You kicked out your good leg at Matt who humorlessly laughed.

He crouched down in front of you, “you could never cancel me babe because you care too much.” He was so smug but not for long.

Shaking your head you met his eyes, “I’m not doing this anymore. Not with you or anybody else. It’s exhausting and it shouldn’t be, this show you’re putting on for everyone else is squashed. You can keep at it with Sam if you want—

“I don’t want Sam!” Matt gritted but you placed a finger on his lips.

“I’m not done,” you warned him, “you keep lying and your mind is mixed up but you won’t change.”

Matt glared at you, “what is there to change? We both like each other so we hang out—

“And it’s not anything else but sex Matt. we don’t talk about the relationship, we don’t go on dates, you don’t treat me respectfully in front of your friends or just in general, and things aren’t progressing.” You explained to Matt who sniffed and thought about this.

It was silent before his eyes flicked up to meet yours, “are you done? What do you want me to say? Do you want me to get down on my knees and profess my love to you like this is some crap rom-com? It’s not happening because that’s not me and I thought you knew that.”

“I know now.” You felt your eyes burn.

Matt scoffed, “if you’re gonna cancel me over something stupid then I’m gonna cancel you right back.”

“Yes, Matt press, continue being a idiot for me! I love it! This is what I want, for you to not give a shit about my feelings! I don’t think you care about anyone’s.” You shrugged coming to a realization.

Matt swallowed, “why does it seem like your feelings only matter in this? Not once did you ask me about mine, you just assume. And you don’t think that’s a issue here, y/n?”

He had you there.

“Looks like Alice doesn’t have a damn thing to say this time! Bravo! I did it.” Matt sarcastically clapped, “give me a break! Talking to me about some cancel shit, can’t believe you right now.”

“Believe it! It doesn’t excuse the fact—

Matt held his hand out, “you said we’re done so there’s nothing else to talk about right? Let’s just leave it at that, get up so we can get out of this maze and head to the bonfire away from each other so we can enjoy the rest of our night before you ruined it.”

“I ruined it? Screw you, Matt.” You struggled to get to your feet and ignored his help.

If he wanted to be petty so would you. You and Meera had a chant before you got here that y’all would be the baddest at the park and you didn’t need anybody’s shit. Especially Matt Press’ and that was coming into full mode now.

No matter how much your leg was screaming for you to sit down you wanted out of this maze and away from Matt. He followed you out of the maze silently fuming to where everyone else was waiting around.

“Hey you guys! We thought we lost you for good.” Jordan greeted you two.

Norah asked, “what happened to you two? You’re limping, y/n! Matt, what did you do? Did you pull one of your stupid pranks?”

“Mind your business, Norah.” Matt hissed while Jordan frowned at his friend who stalked over to Samantha who was talking to Brodie.

You watched as he yanked her by the waist and smashed his lips against her’s. Sam grinned into the kiss matching Matt’s speed while Padma looked away in disgust.

“I cancelled Matt so do me a favor, if you want to hang out, don’t ever bring him around me.” You told Jordan who seemed to understand that things did not go well, while Norah wanted to get the full tea but she wouldn’t be getting it from you.

You limped off.

“Wait, are you going to be okay?” Jordan jogged up beside you as you held your head down before lifting it up.

“Always will, you know me, Jordan. Catch you at the bonfire?” You nudged his shoulder lightly while he gave you a side squeeze.

He carefully let go of you watching as you limped off to find your friends. You told Meera, Sophie, Joey, and even Olive what happened and somehow it got back to Maxine, Abby, and Ginny but whatever. You stood by the flames gaining some heat and sipped on the much needed cider Joey brought you. Across the flames stood Matt with his arm thrown around Sam who was full of smirks.

His eyes met yours through the fire and with the hand that you held out to the flame for some warmth, you switched to a smooth middle finger, in which he sent a peck your way.

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A/n: Matt reminds me of a teen Alex Karev lol? Personality wise and who inspired me to get through the argument session tbh… anyways!!! would love to see where his character goes…if anywhere next season. Don’t we love a enemies to lovers trope? Or in their case lovers to enemies? Kinda disappointed there’s not much reading material up here on the show but I do understand since it’s a mess and I’m only rooting for Georgia + Joe atp

Continue along with my September series here.

#Ginny and Georgia #Matt press #Matt press x reader #Damian Romeo #grand army #grand army netflix #joey del marco #and that’s all I’m writing but I hope to be back at it mon-wed somewhere around there!#Spotify #crossover fic #september prompts

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In Another Life: Part 1

(Based off of ‘The One That Got Away’ by Katy Perry)

Paring: Foggy Nelson x Reader, Foggy Nelson x Marci Stahl

Warnings: angst, fluff

A/N: I noticed a lack of Foggy Fics. Italics is flashback/Day Dreams. I’ll let you decide which is which ;)

Part 2

Main Master List

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Summer after high school, when we first met

We'd make out in your Mustang to Radiohead

And on my eighteenth birthday, we got matching tattoos

“I can’t believe the two of you talked me into this” Foggy grimaced, as the needle worked against his skin, holding onto Matt’s hand as Y/N sat behind him leaning against his back. “Why are we even doing this?!” he laughed.

“You didn’t have to Foggy” Y/N hummed rubbing his free arm.

“Umm, yes he did” Matt laughed “I got mine, you got your’s, its Foggy’s turn”

“No, no, no. It’s was your idea and we agreed that on your birthd- GOD THAT HURTS!” Foggy yelled, squeezing Matt's hand.

“You’ve got like a small little area left Foggy” Y/N kissed his cheek.

After a few moments the tattoo artist wiped off the stray ink from Foggy’s arm. “Alrighty, all three of you are done.”

Taking her arms away from Foggy’s form, Y/N allowed him to stand and walk over to the mirror of the parlor before following him.

Extending his arm he admired the small black and white gavel on the inside of his wrist. “I still can’t believe that you wanted all of us to get tattoos as a birthday present” Foggy smiled, looping his free arm around Y/N’s waist.

She leaned into him, extending her arm, to reveal the same tattoo “I just can’t believe you got the same thing as me, didn’t wanna be like Matt and get a smiley face?”

“We’re the Pre-Law couple babe why not get the same tattoo, besides you think I know what I wanted to get for a tattoo?” Foggy smiled “I’m half certain that’s why Matt got the smiley face anyways” he leaned closer to Y/N’s ear to whisper the last sentence causing Y/N to try and stifle a laugh.

After a few moments, Foggy had gotten his tattoo wrapped and all three were given care instructions before being sent on their merry way. As the three walked back to campus Matt had abandoned the group claiming he wanted to rest before the supposed Spanish test he had the next day, leaving Foggy and Y/N to wander the campus hand in hand.

“Why is it a bad idea?!” Y/N leaned against Foggy as they walked.

“I didn’t say it was a bad idea I just think it’s unrealistic” he pulled her over to a set of cement stairs before taking a seat and pulling Y/N to sit on his lap. “Besides Matt and I already talked about an idea like this”

“You have?” she hummed looking to Foggy “Well great, then it can be Nelson, Murdock, and Y/L/N”

“What is with you and Matt starting law firms?” Foggy smiled, shaking his head.��

Used to steal your parents' liquor and climb to the roof

Talked about our future like we had a clue

“Are you two sure you don’t want anything else?” Anna placed a hand on Y/N’s shoulder as she sat on the couch with Foggy. “There’s plenty of extra roast”

“Ma we’re fine” Foggy laughed smiling over to his mother, “I’m sure we’ve both eaten enough to feed an army”

“You both are in college, you eat like you’re in an army” Anna laughed going back into the kitchen, and Foggy returned to the conversation he was having with his brother and father

Leaning closer into Foggy, like second nature he subconsciously wrapped his arm around her waist, as Y/N listened to the conversation.

“No, you slice the meat across from the grain, so it's more sturdy for sandwiches.” Foggy argued.

“See this, this is why you’re in law school because you don’t know a single thing about meat, your cut depends on the type of meat jackass” Theo motioned to the snack board they had on the coffee table in front of them, pointing out each meat on the board. “Ham, cut across the grain. Pancetta, against the grain. Bacon, across the grain. Turkey, cut with the grain. Prosciutto, doesn't matter, you just cut as you go. Salami doesn't matter so long as you cut it thin. Need I go on Franklin?” as Theo finished his rant he took a piece of Salami from the board and popped it into his mouth.

“See you know meat cuts Theo, but do you know ‘Amicus Curiae’?” Y/N raised her eyebrow to the younger Nelson.

“It's a made up fucken word that what it is.” Theo laughed as Y/N shook her head.

“In layman’s terms means ‘Friend of the court’ it means someone or a group who is impartial to the sides of the case but is interested in the case itself, Who’s a jackass now?” Foggy stuck out his tongue to Theo as he finished his sentence.

“How was I supposed to know that?” Theo hummed.

“That was her point, Theo” Edward laughed.

“Thank you” Y/N smiled standing from her spot. “I’m gonna grab another drink. Does anyone else want anything?”

Edward shook his head “Oh no dear, I’ll be fine.” He started to stand up. “In fact I should probably start to get ready for bed before Anna comes in here to tell me.” He platted Foggy on the shoulder, “Good night boys, Y/N, I’ll see all of you in the morning” he smiled before making his way to his room.

“Night, Dad” “Good night Pops”

The two nelsons answered back, “So does anyone want that drink?” Y/N looked back to the boys. Theo shook his head, as Foggy lifted his empty beer bottle over to Y/N.

“Please and thank you baby.” he smiled.

As she made her way into the kitchen, Y/N noticed a bag sitting on the counter with a note on top of it.

‘I know you two said you’re fine on food, but I packed up the leftover roast and a few extra meat cuts. You can never have too much. - Anna’

Smiling to herself, she shook her head before walking over to the fridge and opening it, as she looked for the drinks she and Foggy required she heard footsteps enter the kitchen before a hand was placed on the small of her back, causing Y/N to look behind her

“Theo went to bed” Foggy greeted her with a humm.

“Oh, then there were two,” she joked. “You’re mom is too sweet” she motioned to the bag of food on the counter.

Shaking his head smiling as Y/N did he laughed “I think she thinks we just live off of the cafeteria food” he moved to set the bag on the floor by the front stairs. “So, I was thinking…” he started as he made his way back to the kitchen, going over to a cupboard. Pulling out a bottle of whiskey.

“Oh dangerous game Mr. Nelson” she closed the fridge and walked over to another cupboard and pulled out two glasses. “Are we being classy or college students?” she hummed

“Oh please we’re on spring break, we are being college students just a little bit” he un-capped the bottle pouring the glasses halfway before recapping the bottle. “You wanna see something cool?” He raised his eyebrow to her as he slid a glass over.

“Why not, can’t be any worse than when you showed me the back archive of the library” she shrugged, taking a sip of the amber liquid.

“Hey, how was I to know that two horny freshmen would use it for sex” Foggy took her hand in his, leading her over to the stairs, bringing her up the stairs to the roof.

“Dad and Theo added to the roof since the last time we were here” he hummed.

“Oh god” Y/N laughed “I totally forgot about that” she blushed at the memory.

“I didn’t” Foggy’s smile grew to his ears.

“Of course you didn’t” Y/N lightly nudged the back of his shoulder with her hand that held her glass “why would you want to forget about how your brother found us on the roof the morning after we slept together” she laughed. “God I am so glad Theo stopped bringing it up” she took a sip of her drink.

“Actually, that’s the reason they added onto it” he laughed, opening the door to the roof. As they walked onto the flat top they were met with a little wooden cabana, not quite finished but still usable. Beneath was a futon bed with pillows and blankets over it, that had a coffee table in front of it.

“Theo gave the excuse that it’s in case we ever have a family game night up here, but I think the real reason was because of us” he moved to set his glass on the table so he could move the futon to a semi reclining position before unfolding the blanket.

Taking a seat on the futon he patted the spot next to him, making her way over Foggy covered the two of them in the blanket then reached over to grab his drink before laying back.

Leaning back into Foggy’s warm embrace, his free arm wrapped around her shoulder as the two laid staring at the sky through the slits in the cabana.

“What do you want to do?… I mean, like really want to do after school” Y/N asked, breaking the silence.

“Well….” He trailed off as his thumb subconsciously rubbed circles on her shoulder. “Get a place somewhere nice…. Have someone come home at the end of the day” he rested his head against her shoulder “Maybe with someone who has a matching gavel tattoo on her wrist… and maybe” he turned his head to kiss her shoulder “a dog… or a cat…. And some smaller Nelsons…” he trailed waiting to see Y/N’s reaction to the suggestion.

The silence continued for a few moments before Y/N finally shifted to look at Foggy, “You’d really want that?” her face had a light blush spread across her cheeks.

“If it’s something you want” His thumb continued to rub her shoulder.

Y/N just nodded “At some point” she smiled leaning back into Foggy, looking up at the sky.

“What about you? What do you wanna do?” Foggy hummed resting his head in the crook of her neck.

“I don’t really know” she tilted her head to lean against Foggy’s “I know I talk about going into the DA’s office or starting my own firm but I really don’t know” her hand brought her glass up to her lip taking a sip before lowering it back down “I guess I’m just waiting to see what happens” she smiled.

Never planned that one day I'd be losing you

Foggy let out a groan as he flipped through the case files that rested on the binning room table, Landman and Zach had taken on the task of defending the Roxxon Energy Corporation and Foggy was lucky enough to be put on the team to help in the lawsuit.

Closing the file he looked at the clock on the wall and took a few minutes to rub the sleep from his eyes, before standing to start another pot of coffee.

As he made his way over to the coffee pot he heard the front door of his apartment open, “Hey Baby” he called out, only to be met with silence. “Baby?”

He set the coffee pot down and started to make his way over to the entrance, but before he could Y/N came around the corner passing by Foggy in the kitchen, moving to take off her jacket and set her bag down on a chair in the living room. “Franklin” as she spoke her voice was laced with irritation yet cracked as if she’d been crying.

“Baby, what is it?” he made his way over to Y/N knowing she only used his full name if something was serious. He reached out to place a hand on her shoulder, yet she backed away.

“You don’t get to call me that right now…” she stared at him, tears brimming her waterline. “Do you know what time it is Franklin?” she crossed her arms in front of herself.

“It’s 11:38 PM” he repeated. As he spoke Y/n looked at him waiting for something to click, after a few moments she let out a sigh.

“What day is it Franklin?” she asked.

“Its…” he looked over to the calendar on the fridge “...its your birthday…” he said quietly

“Yeah it’s my birthday.” her voice grew loud “Do you know what I did for my birthday? I had a shitty day at work but I didn’t think anything of it, you know why” she walked over to the kitchen table placing her hands on the back of a chair “because I knew at the end of the day it wouldn’t matter because I was gonna have dinner with my boyfriend.” her eyes flickered down to the files before going back to Foggy.

“I went to the restaurant that you made reservations for” she pointed at him “I sat there for an hour and half thinking maybe he was just running late” she then motioned to the case files on the table “clearly I was wrong”

“Y/N I am so sorry I got caught up in-” before he could finish she cut him off.

“When you miss date nights I understand because you work at Landman and Zach I get it and I would be hypocritical to say that I don't miss date nights because of the DA’s office,” she started “Our Anniversary. And not just any anniversary, out four year anniversary mind you, was I happy you missed it? No I wasn’t, I was really fucking irritated.” Her voice tightened “But I still let it go because I get it. But my fucking birthday Foggy?!” her voice cracked as she spoke.

“Baby-”

“Have I forgotten your birthday ever?” she cocked her eyebrow at him as he shook his head.

“Any time that I have ever forgotten something have I made it up to you?” he nodded.

“Foggy I know that this is your job and you love your job, but I work at the DA’s Office. And I have never let that cause a barrier in our relationship, I don’t sleep at the office. I sure as hell don’t bring work home with me.” she motioned to the table. “I never said anything before but I can’t fucking do this any more Foggy” she looked to the floor.

“What do you mean…” his eyes filled with tears hearing her words, not that Y/N would know for she feared looking at him, knowing she’d spiral if she did. “Y/N, I know that I’ve been a jackass lately” he made his way over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, yet she still wouldn’t meet his gaze.

“I can stop, I can stop bring the cases home and I can-”

“I can’t make you do that” she stopped him again “I can’t make you stop, it's not in your nature to stop that’s not the kind of lawyer you are either…” she brought her hand up to her eyes to wipe away her tears “I am so tired Foggy…. I am tired of the waiting and the fighting” she pulled away from his grasp going back over to grab her bag and jacket.

“Y/N where are you going, Baby please can we talk about this please '' Foggy cried out as she made her way to the front door “We can work something out I know we can '' he moved to stand in front of the door. He brought his hands up to hold her face, both other them seeing the tears that fell down each other's cheeks.

“Please” he whispered, Y/N stood for a few moments before leaning forward to capture Foggy’s lips in her’s. He continued to cup her face as one of her hands went to hold his wrist.

The two stayed in the silence of each other's presence before Foggy heard the front door open. Pulling away, Y/N rested her forehead against Foggy’s for a moment “Goodbye Foggy” she whispered, slipping past him.

In another life, I would be your girl

We'd keep all our promises, be us against the world

“Mrs. Klang, is this the exact text that you received from Mr. Windsor?” Y/N stood motioned to the paper that sat in front of the lady on the stand.

“Yes it is.” The lady nodded.

“Defense would like this to be entered in as evidence, mark it as Klang Exhibit Five, Thank you for your quotation Mrs. Klang” Y/N smiled at the lady.

“Is the Defense satisfied?” The judge looked to Y/N.

“Yes Your Honor” She nodded, moving back to her table to take a seat.

“Very well, that ends day 2 of Klang v. Harris” the judge looked to the jury “Before we leave I would like to remind all of you to remain imperial to the case, and not to inquire about the case in any form, Court adjourned” as the judge spoke everyone in the courtroom rose as the jury left, then waited for the judge to leave.

As soon as the judge left the courtroom filled with chatter.

“Go home and get some rest Ernest. It’s a big day tomorrow” Y/N placed a hand on the man’s shoulder. She watched as he exited the courtroom before she started to clean up her notes and files from the day.

“I had no idea the DA was hiring such skilled people” A voice called out from behind her. She smiled as she met face to face with a voice she’d come to know very well in college.

“Matt!” she smiled, making her way over to him as his arms opened for an embrace. “How have you been?!” she smiled pulling out of the hug.

“I’ve been good, lots of cases. Nothing as exciting as this though” he motioned to her files. “I can see why the DA still keeps you around”

“Why thank you Mr. Murdock, Just give me a few minutes to clean up then what do you say we can go get a drink?” She shifted her hold on the files, as Matt nodded.

After a few moments, Y/N and Matt were on their way to a small bar near the courthouse.

“So you took down Fisk. That had to be exciting” Y/N set down a bowl of popcorn and mixed nuts in front of them.

“It was something, it was definitely something” he laughed. “So you’ve really climbed the latter, last I heard you were still office manager”

Y/N chuckled “What can I say, I work hard” she started. “Now… Not that I don’t love seeing you Matt, but we haven’t seen each other since Foggy and I broke up….why are you here?”

Matt let out a heavy sigh. “You caught me” he gave a small enthusiastic smile “It’s Foggy and I, we need a consultation on the case we’re working on… I can’t fully tell you what it's about right now but…. With this consultation it has to be someone from the DA’s office… and I don’t know if you’ve heard but Foggy and I aren’t exactly welcome in the DA.”

Y/N gave a small laugh “I’m really the only person in the DA who likes you two?”

“Well you like me” Matt picked up his beer taking a sip from it.

“I like Foggy too…” she mumbled taking a sip form her own drink “So what’s the consult for?” she set her glass down, taking a handful of popcorn for herself.

“I can’t really explain it, other than we need a second opinion” He humed.

“Great, give me an address, and I’ll meet you tomorrow then” She said, finishing her handful of popcorn.

Matt’s eyebrows raised in surprise “Really? You’ll help”

Y/N nodded “What kind of college buddy would I be if I didn’t, besides having a consult on my file will look good to clients” she joked.

“Well, to the first team up of Nelson, Murdock, and Y/L/N” he raised his beer to her, to which she joined.

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As Y/N stood in front of her mirror she smoothed out her dress for what seems to be the tenth time, before she turned back to her closet.

“You’re just three friends hanging out, helping each other with a case…that's it” she mumbled to herself before she pulled out a black pinstripe suit, admiring it.

“Stop stressing, You’re gonna be fine” Foggy smiled, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You are going to go in there, and kick ass” he placed a kiss on Y/N’s cheek.

“Oh Foggy with the flattery.” she hummed,

“What do you mean?!” He looked at her with admiration.

She shook her head “First it's dinner, then you buy me this suit. When you know I have plenty of suits, and now the flattery” she laughed kissing his lips “You spoil me”

He kissed her back before moving to kiss her cheek “Oh course I’m spoiling you, my girl is giving her first Opening Statement and Deposition. If you think I’m not gonna spoil you all week you are sadly mistaken.”

Smiling to herself as she traced the trim of the suit before she pulled it from the closet to switch into it. As she took in her appearance in the mirror she hummed, “Is this a stupid idea…yes… yes it is” grabbing her bag she made her way out of her apartment.

As she walked she pulled up the address Matt had sent her, looking for the building. It took a few moments to make sure she was going in the right direction but after a few moments she froze in her tracks.

Her eyes trailing to see Foggy standing outside of a building, he stood with Marci watching as he pulled her to him for a famous Nelson bear hug he smiled before she walked away from the building. Turning on her heal she kept her eyes to the ground before-

“Y/N?” Foggy called out.

Letting out a sigh she turned back to face him. “Foggy. Hi!” she smiled walking over “I wasn’t sure if I had the right building”

“Oh yeah, Matt and I had a sign up but we had to take it down for one of the cases… haven’t gotten around to putting it back up” he motioned to the building “Ready to get to work” she nodded as he led her inside.

As the two walked up the stairs in silence, Y/N broke the quiet first. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been good” he nodded “Been busy”

“Was that Marci I caught a glimpse of?” he nodded again “How long has that been a thing?”

“A while” was all he said.

“Good, I’m happy for you” she hummed as they reached the floor that ‘Nelson & Murdock’ sat on.

“Is that the suit I got you?” Foggy asked, looking back to Y/N as he led her to the office.

“Is it?” she looked down at her appearance as if she didn’t intentionally wear it. “I didn’t even notice, I was in such a rush to get out the door I just grabbed something” She lied through her teeth, as if Foggy didn’t remember her tells.

Looking back in front of him as he opened the office door he extended his arm out letting Y/N enter the office first.

“Thank you” she hummed. Stepping in, she was met with the scent of coffee… coffee and paper. Her eyes roamed the practically empty office, noticing the door of a room just off of the main office was closed, watching through the glass as Matt passed around in it, before her eyes met with a redhead that sat at the deck in the front of the office.

“Karen” As Foggy spoke the redhead stood from her spot, motioning to Y/N “This is Y/N Y/L/N of the District Attorney Office. She’s helping us with the case against Matt’s friend” he then motioned the redhead. “Y/N, this is Karen Page she’s out co-partner and office manager”

“I’m not your partner yet Foggy, I still have to pass my bar” Karen extended her hand to Y/N “Pleasure to meet you Ms. Y/LN”

“Call me Y/N” she smiled and she shook Karen’s hand “and the pleasure is all mine, I read your articles when you worked at the bulletin, I love your work”

Karen smiled “Then you must call me Karen” Letting go of her hand she turned to Foggy “I like her already” she hummed “Matt’s on the phone with the client right now but he should be done in a minute.” she turned back to Y/N “Can I get you anything? Water? Coffee?”

“Water please, thank you Karen” Y/N watched as Foggy motioned over to another separate room off of the main office. “So this is for Matt’s friend?” she cocked her eyebrow as she entered the room, setting her stuff next to a chair before sitting in it.

In another life, I would make you stay

So I don't have to say you were the one that got away

The one that got away

Keys jingled through the door as it opened, pulling his keys from the door. Walking into the apartment Foggy placed his keys on a hook next to the door before ridding himself of his jacket and bag. When his jacket was hung up and his bag tucked away next to the jacket. He looked around the apartment, raising a brow at how dark the whole atmosphere seemed.

“Baby?” He took a few steps forward into the kitchen seeing the glow of the candles lit on the table, with food laid out. He smiled seeing Y/N standing with two glasses of wine in her hand, smiling back at Foggy as she walked towards him, glass ourstreaded. As she reached Foggy, he wrapped his arm around her waist as he took the glass.

“You ordered Thai food? What are we celebrating?...... I didn’t forget anything did I?” He looked from the table to Y/n, his eyes wide.

She laughed, shaking her head, leaning her head on his shoulder. “No no no, nothing like that baby” she hummed “I just wanted to do something nice for my fellow Law Firm Owner” a grin taking over her face.

Just as Foggy was about to speak, he paused going over what she had just said. “You’re shitting me?” He set his glass down, placing both of his hands on her waist. “Like you’re actually fucking with me?!” staring at her a small smile creeping upon his lips “Because I swear to god Y/N if you’re fucking with me” he watched as Y/N shook her head.

“We got the loan?” he questioned, eyes watering with joy.

“We got the loan baby” she beamed.

“YES!” his arms went to wrap around her waist as he lifted her off of the ground, spinning her around. Not caring about the wine that spilled down his back from spinning Y/N around. “When did you find out?!” he finally asked, setting her down.

“Matt and I were looking over a cheaper building for if the loan didn’t go through when he got the call from the bank” she laughed.

“We’re gonna be Nelson. Murdock, and Y/L/N!” he beamed before using his grip on her waist to pull her forward to him, pressing his lips against hers, as the two relaxed into the kiss.

I was June, and you were my Johnny Cash

Never one without the other, we made a pact

Standing just out of eye sight, Karen watched as Y/N and Foggy laughed with each other as they flipped through case files. Before her attention was turned to Matt who exited his side of the office.

“That was Hogan, we have a meeting set up for Thursday,” he hummed walking over to Karen. “So you’re staring at Y/N, what do you think of her?”

“I was not staring” Karen started, earning a look of ‘really?’ from Matt. “I hate how you do that thing Matt, have I ever told you that?”

He chuckled “Yeah it’s been said a few times, so Y/N?” he turned their attention back to the one Karen had been staring at.

She sighed with a smile “I’ve never seen Foggy so loose, other than at Josie’s” she hummed “He just seems weirdly relaxed… How do you two know her? You never said”

Matt glanced in Foggy and Y/N’s direction before turning back to Karen “We all met in college, we were all there for Pre-law” he leaned against the counter next to Karen “Foggy and Y/N, met in Sociology…. We all took freshmen year to get to know each other, they both had hung out that summer and come sophomore year they started dating”

“Really?!” Karen’s eyes widened as a small smirk came to her face.

Matt nodded “For lack of a better were, they were the ‘it’ Law Couple” he made air quotes with his hands “They dated throughout the rest of college”

“How was that?” Karen scooched closer to Matt as he chuckled

“Honestly, they were a puzzle. Yeah it took time to see where they were going with things but once everything found its place, they were perfect. Always rooting for each other, helping the other with cases, pushing each other to be the best lawyers they could be” he continued.

“Foggy had never been more attentive to cases, it’s what pushed him so hard at Landman and Zach…. And Y/N was interning under the most cutthroat lawyers. They fit well together” he looked back over to the two.

“You sound like you’re describing him as Marci” Karen crossed her arms.

“No.” Matt immediately said “.... Marci was after Y/N… she’s… she not as much of a fire cracker…. And Foggy….. post college, he was ruthless… so much so that he and Y/N would clash heads… but Foggy…. He never knew when to stop” Matt paused.

“Is that why they broke up?” Karen started “Because if they worked so well together then there’s got to be a hell of a reason why they called it off…”

Matt took a few moments before he eventually nodded turning to Karen “You always ask Foggy why he never wants to go to deep into cases…” he motioned to Y/N “They’re relationship is why”

Before Matt could continue the door to Foggy’s office flew open “Finally done Matty?” Foggy hummed.

Matt just nodded “Yeah, we’ve got a meeting set up for later this week”

“Sweet” Foggy nodded back before turning to look between Y/N and the two outside “Well, should we get started then?”

Sometimes when I miss you, I put those records on

Rubbing her hands over her face as she let out a groan, Y/N hummed to herself for a moment, before looking at Matt, Foggy, and Karen. “So you’re telling me that this kid was given all of this shit, and he gave it away… that’s why you need me to consult?”

“Well it’s a little bit more complicated than that” Karen started “Yes the stuff was left to him in the will of Mr. Stark but..” she shuffled around a few files before pulling out two pieces of paper and handed them to Y/N “He was told that if he wasn’t ready he could transfer the command and the resources to anyone he wanted, but he was falsely informed about Mr. Beck's intentions. So that has to be ground for something”

As Y/N read over the paper she was given, she grabbed another file off of the table and flipped through it. “Given he’s still a minor, I’d say you stand a far chance for showing that he was manipulated thus attacking Mr. Beck would be justified, but the fact that the attacks all were caused by Stark Technology, some of which was in his possession could be a stretch, then there’s still the charges of the breakouts and the $50,000” bail”

Foggy handed her another file, opening it up to a page and pointing at it, watching as Y/N read over it. “Like you said, he’s still a minor”

“You’re going for the Journalist charge? Thats so stupid it just might work” Y/N laughed.

“I feel like I should know this since I was one, but what’s a journalist charge?” Karen raised her brow.

“It’s the fact that a journalist isn’t guilty of any offense more serious than trespassing” Matt started “Since he’s an intern for Stark Industries, Peter was simply there documenting his use of the Edith technology and nothing more. Due to the fact that he’s a minor, working this internship unpaid, he’ll have no real tie to the Stark Technology that was used in the attacks. Hence-”

“It being so stupid it could work” Karen finished.

“Well I say this calls for drinks” Foggy announced, “and I am paying” he hummed, standing from his chair.

“I don’t understand how the three of you are so ambitious. No one in the DA’s even taken this case yet” Y/N stood from her spot grabbing her coat “I mean, it could have something to do with the fact that the Government is still debating on how to charge him over in Europe but still” she shook her head smiling.

As everyone got their coats and made their way to the infamous bar.

“So Y/N, Matty mentioned you know the boys from college. Now I need to know what they were like” Karen linked her arm up with Y/N as they walked. “Tell me everything,” she smiled.

“You wanna know everything?” Y/N laughed. “Well for starters, if Matt ever asks if you want a Murdock special you say no!” she almost yelled the ‘no’ as she looked back at Matt and Foggy. “It is the nastiest thing you will ever drink”

“I haven’t made the Murdock special since graduation” Matt yelled back up to Y/N.

“Anyways,” Foggy cut in “We were no different that we are now Karen”

Karen and Y/N laughed “Foggy somehow I don’t believe that Karen hummed “Continued please” she looked back to Y/N.

Y/N thought for a moment “From what I’ve seen Foggy’s pretty much right, they are the same… I will say however, Matt would have never dressed this nice for mock trials”

“And Foggy?” Karen hummed

“Oh we were always against each other so I made him dress nice” Y/N hummed as they approached the bar.

“Hey, I would have dressed nice.” Foggy moved to hold the door open for everyone. “It would have been my nice blazer and my corgi joke shirt.”

“You mean your study scrubs?” Matt hummed going over to a table. “He wore that shirt with sweatpants whenever he would study”

As everyone else approached the table Foggy pointed to Matt “Hey don’t dis the sweatpants, because you know they make my butt look good Murdock. You know it” he then pointed to himself “I know it” he then pointed to Y/N “and she knows it” he then motioned to outside of the bar “and Marci knows it” he laughed.

Y/N raised her brow at Foggy “Slow your roll Nelson” she laughed “Just because you’ve got a nice ass doesn’t mean it looks good in everything” she took her seat across from the boys.

“I resent that comment” Foggy laughed, “So what is everyone drinking tonight, Karen’s doing beer, I’m going with the eel and beer, Matt’s also got beer, Y/N what’ll it be?”

“What the fuck is the eel?”

“Alrighty then, eel and a cranberry vodka” he hummed going off to the bar. Shaking her head Y/N smiling as the group watches Foggy get their drinks.

After about an hour of drinks and a few shots of eel, the group laughed through stories of what everyone was like in college.

“No but then after that I would switch the bottle labels” Karen laughed as she tried to finish the rest of her story. “And…and then I’d just sit back and watch as everyone fucked up their drinks” She hummed proudly.

“Damn Karen, that's mean” Foggy hummed.

“Says the one that filled his English Lit professor's car with shaving cream” Matt chuckled.

“Oooo Foggy” Karen and Y/N laughed.

“That was you?!” Y/N exclaimed “I thought it was that asshole from the rich kid club……oh god what was his name” she took a moment, searching her memory “Martin Lawrence!” “No that asshole had the idea” Matt chimed in “Foggy was the only on brave enough to do it”

“It really wasn’t that hard if you leav-” Foggy came to a pause as he looked over to Y/N as a familiar song came over the speakers of Josie’s.

As bare footsteps echoed through the apartment as the light sizzle and scent of bacon filled the air, and not long after a squeal of laughter followed.

“Foggy! Stop” Y/N laughed as Foggy held her waist and pulled her into the living room “You’re gonna make me burn the bacon” trying to wiggle free from his grasp. Shaking his head with a chuckle, Foggy let go of her waist before moving over to the stove and turning the heat on all of the food to low before making his way back over to Y/N, grabbing a remote off of the coffee table in the process.

Finally reaching Y/N he placed a hand back on her waist, and lifted the other that held the remote and pointed it at the radio that sat on the shelf a few feet away. A smile came to Y/N’s face as ‘Cause I Love You’ by Johnny Cash took over the sound of the simmering food.

“I’ll sweep out your chimney” Foggy started earning a laugh from Y/N “Yes and, I will bring you flowers” he hummed starting to sway with Y/N.

“Yes and, I will do that for you” Y/N finished wrapping her arms around Foggy’s neck as they danced to the song.

It took a few seconds of silence before Foggy finished his sentence. “Umm… Its easy since Professor Terance always leaves his car unlocked”

Looking down at her glass, Y/N she downed the rest of it before standing from her spot. “I should get going” taking out her phone she looked at the time

11:30PM

“Yeah I’ve got two witnesses giving testimonies tomorrow” she adjusted her grip on her bag “Thank you for the drinks, ummmm, let me know how your case goes” she smiled turning.

“Y/N!” Foggy stood “It’s late, let me walk you home”

She just continued to walk to the door waving her hand “No, I’ll be fine Fog, you stay here… keep the party going” she hummed as she exited.

And so Foggy stood unsure what to do, he looked between Matt and Karen “Do I go after her? I mean it is late and-”

“Foggy do you wanna go after her to make sure she gets home safe-” Karen started but Foggy cut her off before she could finish.

“Of course I wanna make sure she gets home safe” Karen held up her hand and started her sentence over.

“Do you want to make sure she gets home safe, or do you want to talk to her?” Karen raised her brow.

“She’s got a point, Foggy” Matt started.

Letting out a sigh Foggy grabbed his coat, taking out some money and setting it on the table “Why do you guys have to psychoanalyze me right now” making his way to the door, he stepped outside, looking around before he saw Y/N walking. “Y/N” he called out, jogging to catch up with her.

“Foggy?”

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