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sluttywoozi · 1 year

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II. Made Of Starlight | INTHAF

Rating: T | Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: food and alcohol consumption, 500 words of my sunscreen agenda

Prologue and Chapter I

Jeonghan is suspiciously warm and cozy when he blearily blinks awake, a hand raising to block the light filtering through curtains he didn’t bother to fully close last night. His mouth tastes like stale toothpaste and red wine and his body still feels heavy with sleep, but there’s something poking at the edge of his subconscious telling him not to let his eyes fall shut again.

Oh. It’s you, you’re poking him.

“Why’re you poking me?” Jeonghan questions drowsily, his words slurred and his voice raspy.

“We have that excursion today, remember?” you whisper, your eyebrows pinched together apologetically as you start to slide off the bed.

“Let’s just not go,” Jeonghan mumbles decisively and curls his fingers in your sleep shirt, pulling you closer when you try to inch away. You huff and roll your eyes fondly, manually removing his hand from you finger by finger before countering, “We already paid the deposit and we paid extra to be the only ones on the boat because someone won’t take his shirt off in front of other people. We have to go.”

“Why would I take my shirt off in front of people I don’t know? They don’t deserve to see the goods, they haven’t earned it,” Jeonghan sasses you but starts to roll toward the edge of the bed.

“Oh, but I have?” you ask in a teasing voice, likely expecting him to tease you back, so he decides to shock you by responding truthfully, “Of course you have, you’re my best friend and fake wife. If anyone deserves to see me naked, it’s you.”

The only sign that you’re even a little bit flustered is the minute tremble of your fingers as they sort through your clothes but Jeonghan revels in it nonetheless. He feels a bit less smug when he spots the bikini you take into the bathroom and the flouncy little dress you exit in.

You make it to the dock with a few minutes to spare, minutes Jeonghan spends posing for the pictures you insist on taking. He’d been reluctant at first but you said the blue of the ocean made him look pretty and he was sold, a bit unused to such blatant compliments from you and wholly unprepared for how his heart would lose rhythm with your next one.

“You look so handsome with your hair long, like Prince Eric,” you say absentmindedly as you lean against the railing of the dock and scroll through pictures. Your eyes are on your phone, thankfully, because Jeonghan can feel his ears and the back of his neck heat up, feel the wideness of his eyes and his heart in his throat, and there’s no way you wouldn’t notice if you so much as glanced at him.

He’s not prepared to confront the feelings he’s been having for you lately and sighs a breath of relief when La Luce Stellare drifts up and a spry Italian man pops out of the cabin and shouts, “Siete gli sposini, no?”

“Ummm,” you begin, unsure of what exactly had been asked.

Jeonghan, however, recalls some mission specific words he’d learned and shouts back through cupped hands, “Si, sono Yoon Jeonghan e questa è mia moglie, Yoon Y/n!”

He turns to find your shocked eyes locked on him and blushes further under your gaze, defensively whispering, “Rosetta Stone had a unit on marriage, it’s no big deal.”

You don’t seem to agree, scream whispering, “Jeonghan, that was really good!” as he boards the boat and helps you over the gangplank, his hands holding steadily to yours and his attention focused anywhere but on you. Though it’s not exactly a rare occurrence, he still clams up when you praise him, still feels his face flush and his heart race. He’s able to brush it off from anyone else but when it comes to you, it’s like he forgets how to behave like a human adult.

You never push or call it out though, just let him get shy and look on with a fond smile, like you’re doing now, and he loves you for it.

In a friendly way, of course.

The water’s a bit choppy but the sun is warm and golden, reflecting off the crystal bellini glasses and dancing on the waves. After bringing out some charcuterie and a pitcher of peach bellini, the captain smiled and retreated to the wheel. The listing had said very clearly that this isn’t a tour and would include food only, no commentary or information, which is exactly why Jeonghan chose it.

He just wants to relax with you, rock and drink the day away on a boat off the Amalfi coast, and it seems that’s what he’s going to get. You’re sipping your drink and slowly applying sunscreen as you chat about your plans for the next day, opening your mouth every so often for a bit of prosciutto or parmesan, which Jeonghan gleefully feeds to you. It could just be because your hands are greasy but Jeonghan prefers to believe otherwise, hoping that you’re finally letting him take care of you like he’s always wanted to.

It’s not that you don’t allow it at all, but you do tend to be more independent and less likely to allow him to do things for you because you know you can do them yourself. He doesn’t resent you for it, loves your stubborn nature and how reliable you are as a result, though he does sometimes wish you’d be just a little more dependent on him.

He’ll take what he can get for now, bundles up little bites of meats and cheeses and breads as you finish coating all of your exposed skin in SPF 60. You pass the bottle off to him next and he groans, hoping he’d get away with skipping the sunscreen for once.

Apparently not, Jeonghan thinks with a grimace, taking the lotion with petulant hands and beginning to slather himself in it. It smells good at least, doesn’t feel too gross on his skin and even gives it a bit of a sheen, both his and your skin glowing under the Italian sun.

He startles a bit when you hold a hand out, unsure of what exactly you want him to do and cautiously placing his hand in yours. You stifle an amused grin and squeeze his fingers before letting go and reaching out to take the bottle of lotion back, pouring some into your palms and making a spinning motion with your hand until he gets the hint and turns around.

Your hands are warm on his back but the lotion is cold, and Jeonghan fights the shiver that threatens to roll down his spine at the contrasting feelings. You work slowly but thoroughly, your fingers trailing over every inch of his exposed back and making sure to get his neck, ears, and the backs of his arms. You’ve always been very passionate about sunscreen and honestly, Jeonghan can’t complain because not only does it mean you touch him, he also hasn’t ever gotten a sunburn on any vacation with you. It’s a win-win situation.

“Okay, I think I got everything,” you breathe out, drifting your hands over his skin for any dry patches. This time, he does shiver, and he can hear the little puff of air that signals a stifled laugh, turning around to whine defensively, “It was the wind.”

“Oh, yeah, for sure. The wind,” you agree in a fake serious voice, your eyes dancing and your lips bitten between your teeth. Jeonghan playfully rolls his eyes and sets his hands on your shoulders, turning you in place so he can give you the same treatment.

Your skin is so soft under his hands, even through the sunscreen, and he suddenly wishes he could touch you without the barrier, run his fingers over the curves and contours of your back and just feel you instead of you plus lotion. He wonders if you’d let him, here.

You’ve been so much more open and affectionate with him, maybe you’re more comfortable with him touching you as well?

He supposes he can test it by letting his hands linger, letting his fingers trail up your spine and dig into your shoulders under the pretense of a massage, his thumbs stroking the sides of your neck. You sigh as your head lolls forward, your body swaying in his grip and shifting closer and closer to him with each wave.

It’s now or never, Jeonghan thinks as he slides his hands down your back and around your waist, pulling you into his chest in an unmistakable hug. You jump a bit but don’t resist, sinking into his body and swaying with him, the boat rocking gently and the sun beaming down on your entwined forms.

“I think I might take a nap,” you whisper, your voice soft and sleepy amongst the crashing of the waves.

“I think I might join you,” Jeonghan whispers back, slowly unwrapping his arms and letting his skin skim yours as he settles his hands on your swimsuit-clad hips, steering you toward the padding on the deck. You move willingly, stumbling a bit when the boat dips to the side on a larger wave, prompting Jeonghan to tighten his grip and walk closer to you. He all but frog marches you to the makeshift bed, guiding you down onto the padding and laying down close, his hand inches from yours.

Your head tips to face him, your eyelids heavy with drowsiness but your smile sweet as you mumble, “I’m glad we did this.”

Jeonghan can’t hold back his answering grin or stop his pinky from hooking onto yours, murmuring, “Me too, baby, me too.”

Jeonghan wakes up alone this time, passing his hand over the spot where you used to be and grumbling when he finds it warmed by the sun and not your body heat. He squints against the blinding sun, his head swiveling as his gaze darts around the boat, searching for you.

He almost wishes he hadn’t looked, because what he finds is you on your stomach with your bikini top undone, bellini in one hand and your book in the other. Your skin gleams in the midday light and now that he knows just how soft and smooth you are, he has to resist running a hand down your back after he stumbles over to say hello.

“Lunch is on the table,” you say absentmindedly, most of your focus still caught on your book.

He glances over to find what looks like a sandwich bar: focaccia, pesto, fresh mozzarella, and sundried tomatoes waiting patiently. The charcuterie board has been refilled too, and now there’s a small pitcher of limoncello instead of the bellini. Jeonghan didn’t feel hungry when he woke up but looking over the spread, he’s starving.

He loads up his plate and carries it carefully over to where you lounge, sinking down on the cushion next to you and digging in. It’s so peaceful out here, the sound of the waves masking his chewing and the blue surrounding the boat soothing him into a soft headspace. Like this, he can almost afford to think about why he suddenly wants to touch you so much.

The day passed slowly, the boat barely rocking with the speed at which it rounded the island, cliffs turning into small buildings into forests back into cliffs, and Jeonghan’s gaze stuck on you the whole time.

The sun is about to set and soon enough the excursion will be over, but Jeonghan’s not ready to leave this bubble yet. It almost feels like you’re actually his wife and he’s actually your husband, the small touches coming easily and the banter overflowing. You’ve been touching him too, wiping traces of pesto off his lip and squeezing his hand when the waves get particularly bumpy and brushing his hair back when the wind blows it into his face.

And, he’s been touching you.

Reapplying the sunscreen on your back, massaging your neck when it starts to ache from the angle you read at, tugging on your hair when you’re not paying enough attention to him.

Jeonghan’s been touching you all day, and honestly, it’s something he could get used to very easily.

He might already be used to it, Jeonghan thinks with only a hint of apprehension as he approaches where you stand at the bow of the boat, your hands on the railing and your head tilted back. The barely set sun glows gently on the high planes of your face, your hair alight with its rays and your eyes closed against the dull oranges and reds.

His hand covers yours on the railing, slowly pulling it free before he pulls you close, your fingers intertwined with his and your body just inches away, swaying slowly under the muted light of the stars. Fairy lights are strung up, romantic Italian music is playing quietly, and his blood is still thrumming with the bit of sangria you’d shared over dinner. It would be so easy to lean in and press his lips to yours, kiss you just like a husband would kiss his wife.

Jeonghan won’t, can’t, if he wants things to stay the same between you. Your friendship is something he can’t stand to lose, a constant he doesn’t know how to live without, and he truly couldn’t handle it if you weren’t in his life anymore.

But the more he thinks about it, he’s not so sure he does want things to stay the same. Something about this trip has opened you up and he’s seeing you differently, seeing how soft and gentle and loving you can be with him, and it’s not something he wants to lose.

It’s only the second day of this trip and Jeonghan already knows there’s not much he wouldn’t do to keep you like this, free and sweet just for him.

It only becomes clearer after you and him somehow make it back to the hotel, tipsily singing an old Italian love song in the elevator and walking down the hallway with your hands tangled together. You shower first and he follows, sighing when he realizes the cubicle smells like your shampoo and ignoring the skip in his heartbeat when the scent of his body wash covers it up.

He falls into bed next to your dozing form, shifting closer until the lines and boundaries between you blur into something that lets him pull you into his arms and bury his face in your hair, the subtle smell luring him to sleep.

AN: do i know what's going on here? no! am i having a great time? yes!

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yeonboy · 5 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐥 ♡ choi yeonjun // 23.

↦ everything is a mess;

After facing disappointment with love for years upon years, you have chosen to replace romance with dance in your life, dedicating your entire time to this dance academy you’re employed at. It’s not that you hate men now, you just don’t expect to fall for them anymore because all they do is break your heart. And then Choi Yeonjun enters your life as a new recruit at the academy – sweet, adorable, soft spoken, kind and younger than you. He is everything you have never found attractive in a guy before. But somehow, you’re helplessly spiraling for him.

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❧ warnings! 500 words | profanity, angst, mentions of crying, mentions of a kiss, mentions of drinking, yn finally achieving peaK enlightenment.

The plan for surprising Yeji was to go like this: all of you would gather up at this deli near her house around eight o’clock on the 25th. From there, Yeonjun and Soobin would go talk to her and lure her out of her house with some excuse. Then the rest of you would all sneak into her apartment and set it up with the premade decor that Somi was in-charge of and the cake that Beomgyu would bring. You and Heuning Kai, the guy Kazuha is dating by the way, would arrange the lights that Yeonjun hid in the house a day in advance and then send a text to Soobin to bring Yeji back.

It was a perfect set-up. Sounded creative, foolproof and really cute when Somi excitedly recited it to you in a vacant classroom at JMDA.

In theory.

Because does the perfect set-up achieve perfect execution?

Nope.

To say you are nervous would be a gigantic understatement. Your hands are clammy, face and neck red, and mouth fully dry, for the entirety of the twenty minutes it takes for you to get to Soobin’s place. Which is literally next door.

You have no idea how things might go tonight with you and Yeonjun being under the same roof, with drinks moving around when you haven’t had a conversation with the guy face to face for a couple of days now.

With your newly realized feelings, you aren’t sure how much you can be trusted to not make a fool out of yourself. Especially given how incredible you know he looks tonight.

Soobin gets the door within a minute of you knocking, luckily, or you’d have sweated through your navy blue sequined dress, despite its thigh-high cut and spaghetti sleeves. Obviously you had to pull a prom-night-esque number after Yeonjun's entire Prince Eric worthy appearance.

“Well, well. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” Soobin greets you with a cheeky grin and a whistle as he gives you a once over.

You roll your eyes but still smile at his simple but classy lavender crew-neck t-shirt shirt and fitted blue jeans. “You look good, too."

"Good? Maybe. Absolutely ravishing and dressed to kill, though? Nu-huh, ma'am."

You whine at the compliment, willing your cheeks to not heat up and your mind to not to envision Yeonjun's reaction upon seeing you. You did not dress up for him.

You didn't. Really. Because of him, maybe. There's a huge difference!

"Can we leave, please?”

Just as Soobin is locking his door, your phone rings. It’s Yeonjun.

Damn.

Palms suddenly sweatier, you’re barely able to swipe at the screen to receive the call. “H–hey, Jjun!”

Soobin scoffs at your stutter, and you punch at his back. But Yeonjun’s next words have all the humor leaving your body.

“Hey, where are you guys?” Yeonjun sounds tired and slightly out of breath. “Plan’s gone to hell, everything is – everything is a mess… Yeji is crying and asking for Soobin, and – and Somi is crying, and—”

“Woah, woah – hold on, what the hell are you saying? Crying? Why?”

“Can’t – can’t explain on the phone, Y/N. I’m with her but she keeps saying I’m not taking her side or something, and…” He exhales, sounding so exhausted, your heart breaks for him. “Please get here fast?”

When you look up at Soobin, he has a grim expression on his face. As if he understands something you don’t. Wordlessly, the two of you rush towards his car and drive away.

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❧ notes! they're both simps and they both don't know it hehe :') sooo this one got a lil serious. the next one will be kinda heavier but also kinda...intense? idk man, it's got an almost kiss????? i guess? damn i miss writing comedy :( need to finish up this angsty beomgyu wip and get back to the uni au asap!!!

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h0wv3ry · 11 months

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miss americana and the heartbreak prince - chapter 2

overview

chapter 1

chapter 2

also available on ao3 and wattpad

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Ariel walked to her dorm room, fumbling with her key chain. She found her dorm room key amongst the miscellaneous charms and plunged it into the lock. Ariel twisted the lock, opening the door but hearing an “oh!” as she opened the door. A pale, brunette girl that was the same age as Ariel, revealed herself while Ariel walked into the room.

“Vanessa!” Ariel said as she shut the door behind her. “I’m sorry. I thought you had class during-”

Vanessa shrugged. “Professor was sick, so I stayed behind here to do some work before I went out. Want to join?”

Ariel liked her roommate, even though some of her friends disagreed. Scuttle heard rumors around the school that the previous semester she got the lead hurt so she can play but Scuttle exaggerated most of the time. Flounder was in between because he heard the great things from Ariel and the rants from Scuttle since they were roommates. Sebastian though didn’t care but supported Scuttle’s rumors with other theater stories. Sebastian was a music major, and a lot of the theater kids crossed over with them. Ariel, on the other hand, had no problems with Vanessa. She kept her side of the room clean, greeted Ariel in the morning and would check in on her.

Ariel sighed. “I would but I have to write some lyrics.”

“Got a new song?” Vanessa smirked.

Ariel laughed. “I wish, but Sebastian wants a new one by next week because we can’t keep repeating the same ones since we are getting bigger. Oh, also are you coming-”

“Friday night? Of course, it’s Victorian theme.”

Vanessa smiled before she waved goodbye and left the room. Ariel sat down at her desk and opened her laptop. She stared at the blank word document with the cursor taunting her. Ariel tucked one of her red locs behind her ear before putting her fingers on the key. She strengthened her shoulders and breathed in, ready to type. However, no thoughts were coming to her. She sighed, lowering her head to the desk.

Her phone dinged and she quickly looked at it to get her mind off not having any ideas. Ariel scanned her phone notifications to see an email from “Eric Tirulian”. The last name seemed familiar to her, but she couldn’t figure it out. She read the subject line for “Tutor?” and instantly know what the email was for. However, she tapped the notification, and her phone opened the email.

Tutor? Eric Tirulian <[email protected]> To: Ariel Atlantica Hello Ariel, I’m Eric Tirulian and Professor Grimsby recommended you to me for an archology tutor. Let me know if you’re up for it and what times you’re available.

Ariel bit her lip and started writing her email. Unlike her song in progress, she instantly knew what to write.

Re: Tutor? Ariel Atlantica <[email protected]> To: Eric Tirulian

Hi Eric! Thank you so much for your email. Professor Grimsby had mentioned someone looking for a tutor. I’m still up for it. I’m available Monday, Tuesday and Thursday during the noon hour or after four o’clock. Do any of those times work? Thank you, Ariel <3

Ariel tapped the “send” button and heard the swoosh sound coming through her speakers. Her phone rang again to see her text from Sebastian:

Have you started the new song yet?

Ariel sighed and banged her head lightly against the desk.

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Eric ruffled his dark hair out of his face as he sat up from his bed. He stared at Max who laid down at the edge of his bed. The old sheepdog perked his head up when he saw Eric move. The fading sunlight shined onto the dorm room carpet.

Most would think it would be isolating to have a single dorm room, but Eric didn’t mind it sometimes. There were times that he desired to be alone, especially during one of his panic attacks and when Max had to lay on him to calm him down. And he had heard horror stories of living with someone. But, sometimes, he missed having human interaction. As much as he loved Max, he wanted to talk to a human about his feelings and emotions rather than his dog.

Eric looked around for his phone. The last time he saw it, he tucked it under his pillow. But the day got to him, and he took a nap longer than expected. Usually, he remembered to set a twenty-minute alarm, but he was so tired from classes, studying and being social that he collapsed on the bed.

He was about to ask Max which made him laugh but he noticed his phone poking out from under his bed. Eric guessed that he rustled too much that his phone fell. He stretched his arms down and picked up his phone.

His finger clicked the side button to reveal the notifications he missed. A text from his mother confirming their reservation for Friday dinner, a calendar reminder for his therapy session later in the week and then an email from Ariel Atlantica. Eric perked up, seeing the preview of the email. He quickly clicked it and read it to himself.

Eric looked over on his wall calendar. Through most of the calendar was filled with his classes and activities, there was a space in between his morning class and afternoon class. That was when he usually got lunch. He hoped that she wouldn’t mind if he snacked on something while she tutored him. Eric typed on his phone a response.

Re: Re: Tutor? Eric Tirulian <[email protected]> To: Ariel Atlantica Hello! Thursday at noon hour sounds good. Would you be okay if I snack during that time? That’s usually my lunch time between my classes.

He clicked the send button and got out of bed. His phone vibrated, causing him to look at the screen. Ariel had already written back.

Re: Re: Re: Tutor? Ariel Atlantica <[email protected]> To: Eric Tirulian

Hi Eric! That is totally fine. I’ll probably be snacking too don’t worry. It’s supposed to be a nice day on Thursday so we can study outside. I’ll be by the big oak tree with a picnic blanket. You can’t miss me. See you soon! Ariel <3

Eric couldn’t help but smile. Not only because she got back to him quickly, but she always signed with a heart next to her name. His phone vibrated in his hand. He didn’t know why but he hoped it was another email from Ariel. Instead, it was an email notification that Grimsby gave him a D on his first essay.

“Shit.”

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keanureevesisbae · 2 years

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Okay so here’s a thought: college with young Henry and being assigned to make an assignment with him but you think he had never noticed you because he is quite popular and you’re like not unpopular but also not popular. And then: while working on the assignment in his dorm room late at night the door knob breaks and you two are stuck in his room for the entire night 😈

Yes I’m in love with young Henry

Uhu, college boy!Henry just hits different. asdfhalksdfjaksdjf

College boy!Henry Cavill x female!reader

Summary: You and Henry are paired up for a college assignment. When one day you get locked in his room, something is bound to happen.

Wordcount: 2.2k

Warnings: Sex (like fingering, orgasms, p in v sex, you know)

If Prince Eric went to college, he would look like your classmate Henry Cavill. He always looked casual, yet put together. His curly hair slightly disheveled and all over the place, but it had its appeal and charm. And then you had that smile.

That damn smile of his.

The two of you almost shared every class and he made it difficult to concentrate. He just demanded everyone to look at him.

You kinda wished he was an asshole, so you had less difficulty with being so infatuated by him, but that wasn’t the case with Henry Cavill.

The son of a bitch was nice too.

You really didn’t wanted to be that girl who had a crush on him, especially when you were sharing your crush with at least a dozen others. Henry was popular and he knew he was well loved. Flashing the professors cheeky smirks, helping female students with the door or their books. But those female students were always the popular ones.

And you weren’t.

You had quite some friends, but you were no where near as popular and well loved as Henry Cavill.

When one time the professor announced you had to work together in pairs he made, you wanted to curse him. The audacity of him to force you to work together with who knows who—

‘Y/N Y/L/N and Henry Cavill.’

Oh fucking no! You couldn’t possibly work with Henry Cavill. He was gorgeous, charming and funny. You on the other hand knew your way around when it came to people you actually knew, but working together with mister perfection? That was a task you never had to do before and weren’t exactly sure if you were capable of doing now.

You were afraid Henry didn’t even know who you were, but you saw him gather his stuff and get up, walking over to your seat. ‘Hi,’ he said, a charming smile on his lips like usual.

‘Hi,’ you managed to say, a little bit taken aback by the fact he knew who you were.

‘Guess you’re stuck with me for the upcoming months,’ he chuckled, taking a seat next to you with that much confidence you could only admire. Like that would be considered a punishment.

Over the course of the next two weeks, you got to work together a lot and finally you were becoming less uptight and more relaxed around him. It was easy, as he would give you undivided attention when he was with you, turning off his phone when his friends would spam him with messages and invitations for parties. He even admitted that he usually just does his assignments in a way he’ll pass by just a few points, but now he would work extra hard, since you two were in this together and he didn’t want to fail you.

And that was the most romantic thing someone had ever said to you (yes, the bar was that low).

Every time you would work together, he brought something for you: snacks, drinks and sometimes even an extra jacket or hoodie, because he knew how cold you’d become when the two of you were stuck in the library and how stubborn you were when it came to bringing extra warm clothes with you.

‘Come on,’ he one day said, when you were already on route to the library, ‘we’re going to my place.’

‘Why?’ you asked, your heart already beating way too fast for it to be considered healthy.

��I don’t like that place and I have snacks over at my room.’

You were too easily persuaded by food, so you simply nodded and followed him.

His dorm was much nicer than yours. It was a little bit distanced from the other dorms, he didn’t share it with anyone and it wasn’t as noisy as yours.

His dad must be rich and paid a fortune for a place on campus like this one.

Henry’s room was decorated in a way you didn’t expect. You expected a tower of beer bottles, multiple posters of females in their underwear and just an overall messiness. However, it was clean, more on the minimalistic side and was that poster on the wall art?

Boy, did you sleep with the typical college students and did you really miss out with this one. You awkwardly sat on the edge of his bed after shimmying out of your thick coat. Henry was a better host than you were, because he immediately offered you a blanket, something to drink and gave you a piece of your favorite chocolate.

He remembered.

Your crush had definitely intensified over the course of these weeks, because you discovered he was even more perfect than you had envisioned him.

The two of you sat on the bed, both with a laptop in front of you, typing away and a little closer to finishing the assignment.

By the time it was around eight in the evening, you stretched your body and said: ‘I gotta go.’

‘Sure thing, lemme grab my coat and I’ll walk you to your room.’

He would always do that and today was no different.

He is so damn perfect.

Henry wanted to twist the doorknob, only for it to break in his hand. The screws broke off and despite his best effort to pry it open, you knew one thing: you were stuck in his dorm. Phone call after phone call and finally he broke the news to you that you had to stay the night, because they were gonna fix it tomorrow.

At around ten in the morning.

You started panicking. You had to sleep here? You mean, you could’ve ended up in a sleazy dorm, but this enormous floor paid for by Henry’s probable rich daddy has a shower, a toilet and a lot of extra space.

While that is a pro, the only con is that while you might be semi friends, spending the night feels quite intimate.

Besides, you didn’t have anything with you.

This was gonna be an interesting night.

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Henry had a crush on you. He knew who you were, even before the two of you had to work together. He usually did the bare minimum for college and assignments, but once he got to work with you, he actually started trying.

He loved having you around and go an extra mile for you.

So when you had to stay the night, he didn’t mind. No, he liked it even. Because you weren’t prepared to stay over, you wore his shirt and sweats of his. He accidentally already caught a glimpse from you, wearing nothing but a thin thong that left very little to the imagination, before you pulled his pair of sweatpants over your legs and bottom.

Henry moistened his bottom lip when he saw you sitting on his bed, your hair up in a ponytail. He hated how he couldn’t get the image of you in a thong out of his mind, the tent in his own pants almost becoming obvious.

You two talked the entirety of the night away and you even casually mentioned how you slept with a few guys during your time here, but it was nothing that special. He knew about it, even prior to you telling him. He hated the fact you wasted your time on those guys. He heard them brag about the girls they slept with and even heard them bragging about you, which infuriated him. You were special, but for them you were just one of the many they slept with.

He didn’t need to be there to know it was never about you, it was about the guys themselves, chasing their own highs and using the girls as breathing human fleshlights.

Henry had thought a lot about how you deserved the world, to be worshipped.

‘You’re saying you never had an orgasm before?’ Henry asksed in disbelieve once you dropped that bomb.

You cleared your throat. ‘No, never,’ you admitted. ‘It’s just that guys are too quick and I myself never get to that point.’

Henry nodded. ‘I can solve that problem.’

You started to giggle. ‘Henry? What?’ You shoved his side, expecting him to laugh with you, but he didn’t. ‘Wait, you’re serious?’

‘Of course,’ he says, with a simple shrug.

Judging from your smile and your gaze, you didn’t mind. As you leaned against the wall, he kneeled in between your legs, after he gently spread them apart. You had a smirk toying on your lips, slightly mischievous, but he saw you were a little shocked as well.

‘Henry, are you sure?’ you asked. ‘I mean, you don’t have to.’

‘You want it?’ Henry whispered, as he pushed his hands underneath your shirt and placed them on your sides.

You nodded. ‘I do.’

He pushed your shirt up, throwing it behind him and with ease he unhooked your bra. He always thought you had a body to die for, because you were pretty keen on tighter outfits, sometimes with a teasing amount of cleavage. He understood guys wanted you, especially because you had this mysterious beauty over you.

He licked his lip, before wrapping them around one of your hardened nipple. He felt you holding your breath, but when you let out a shaky, whimper like breath, he knew you were enjoying it. Especially when you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer.

Henry pressed kisses in between your breasts, before you took ahold of his face, forcing him to look up at you. You slammed your lips on his. Shit, you were desperate.

You moaned against his mouth and he couldn’t stop his chuckle. This was truly happening. He pulled back, helping you out of the sweatpants and flimsy thong you were wearing, before he got rid of his own clothing.

You wanted to grab his hard shaft, already willing to please him, but he was faster. A whole lot faster. He quickly seized your wrist. ’Not today, Y/N,’ he says, pressing a kiss on your fingers. He helped you get comfortable on his bed, as he laid down next to you on his side. His hand slid down as you spread you legs. He squeezed your thigh.

‘Kiss me,’ you said.

He willingly obliged and your lips met his. As you opened your mouth, your tongue evading, he moistened his fingers between your swollen slit. You gasped, as he let one finger slip inside. He moved slowly, allowing you to get used to him, before he pushed in another finger.

‘Fuck, Henry,’ you moaned.

His thumb toyed with the sensitive bundle of nerves. ‘There you go,’ he whispered in approval, as you bit your lip.

It took him awhile, but he saw your walls crumbling down, especially when he got in between your legs, his lips wrapped around your clit, as he thrusted his fingers deep in and out of you. Your fingers tangled up in his hair, pulling him closer and closer.

And then he felt it. Your walls clenching around his fingers. Your chest going up and down, before you came. Your legs were shaking, your fingers were fisting the sheets as the wave of pleasure rushed over you. When you came down from your high, he withdrew his fingers and leaned forward. Tears had escaped from your eyes and the mascara you still wore had run over your cheeks. He pressed his chest against yours and you snaked your arms around his neck.

‘You’re quite talented, Henry,’ you admitted.

‘You didn’t think we were done, right?’

‘I wouldn’t dare,’ you whispered, one hand slid in between you two, wrapping your fingers around his hard member. You pumped him once, no twice, your thumb running over his tip. He clenched his jaw as you lined him up near your entrance. His entire length sunk into your throbbing cunt and he grunted as he bottomed out entirely.

Henry had to take a breather, pressing a peck on your kissable lips. ‘Can I?’

You nodded. ‘Of course.’

He tried to go slowly, but his thrusts slowly sped up and your moans became louder and louder, adding more fuel to the fire. You bucked up your hips to meet his thrusts. He felt it again. You clenching tightly around him.

‘Fuck, Henry, I’m close again,’ you whimpered, before shaking underneath his broad frame. He tried, he really did, but he felt him nearing a point of no return imminently.

His hips stuttered against yours, when thick ropes of his seed painted your walls. He rode out his high, making sure not one single drop was wasted. He pushed himself deeper inside of you, before he gently laid on top of you. ‘You okay?’ he asked carefully.

‘I am.’ Goosebumps arose on your sweaty body. ‘You solved a problem,’ you chuckled.

He couldn’t help but smile. ‘Allow me to clean you up,’ he said, pulling out as you pushed your legs together.

After he cleaned you up and helped you in a shirt of his, he slid in the bed next to you, pulling you closer to his body. You draped your leg over his and placed your head on his chest. ‘This might be odd,’ he whispered, pressing a kiss on top of your head.

‘Enlighten me,’ you said.

Henry smiled. ‘Wanna go on a proper date tomorrow? No school work, just you and me getting to know one another better.’

‘You know me pretty well already,’ you chuckled. ‘But I’d love that, Henry. I really do.’

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ayellowcurtain · 3 years

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Let me make you go down in history

Chapter 2

Simon watches him sleep again, thinking about their conversation last night. They never openly talk about the one talk that started all of the ones that followed, they just continue living their lives like months hadn't passed in between.

He thinks about when Wilhelm told him he loved Simon, and he didn’t say it back even though he felt it, very much so. He thinks about the texts Wilhelm sent him late at night after the first talk, outside his home before the holidays.

I want you

I WANT YOU

That’s what I want, Simon

And it felt overwhelmingly horrible because he found himself in that moment knowing Wilhelm so well he could read the hurt in those words, that Simon told him to figure out what he wanted like it wasn’t obvious, and that Wilhelm was hurt that Simon doubted him, even if for a second. He meant his words but maybe he wasn’t good at expressing them properly to Wilhelm. Simon doesn’t doubt his feelings, or how hard the whole situation is, your life suddenly changing upside down and then all over again in the space of weeks, between them meeting and Eric dying.

He didn’t reply to those texts either. They didn’t talk for almost three whole weeks. Simon was the one to give in, to check on Wilhelm, and it took him almost a whole day to get an answer.

He could still feel that Wilhelm was hurt by what he had told him the last time they met, but he could also tell Wilhelm was upset to be home, to be right in the middle of the reality he didn’t want to live, that he tried so hard to avoid but it wasn’t really his choice to make. He felt so cold, and tired, even through text, after the long wait to get any answers when Wilhelm was always so quick to answer when they were good.

Last night, while they were lying in the dark, right next to each other, still with barely to no touch or intimacy, Wilhelm said, “I’m not living the life I want. I don’t have any power to choose either. And it hurts me to think the only person that truly knows me thinks I’m choosing to not be with them.”

Simon moved to really look at Wilhelm but he kept looking up, like he was just voicing his thoughts to himself, and not to Simon right there. One of his arms underneath his head, and the other one just carelessly playing with his hair, getting very long at the top.

“Your friends don’t even know you like me. They know we had sex, that there’s a fucking...stupid sex tape out there. All the drama, and the shit. But they don’t know we were actually falling in love, that I wasn’t just...a guy that you were hooking up with.”

Simon knew Wilhelm meant his words, that he was being serious but it’s hard to take him serious when Simon thinks about how he’s the crown prince, the sweetest boy he’s ever met, and how what worries him is that Simon’s friends think they’re a random hook up, and nothing else.

“What?” Wilhelm propped himself on one elbow, a little bit of his worry being forgotten in the back of his mind, smiling at Simon. “What are you laughing about? I’m serious, Simon!”

“I know! I know!” He tried to stop laughing, taking deep breaths in, “It’s just that you have...so many other things to worry about.”

“I don’t, actually.”

“Wilhelm…” Simon held himself back from telling Wilhelm about how he’s about to become a king, taking care of so many strangers he doesn’t even know, a whole nation, countless different realities he has absolutely no idea about. He didn’t have to say it then and he doubts he’ll ever have to do it.

Simon knows it by being around Wilhelm, by watching every action being thought through over and over again, every word that Wilhelm holds himself back from saying, he knows that Wille is aware of how much responsibility he carries, liking it or not.

“You are the love of my life.”

Simon feels his mouth dry just thinking about it again, how speechless he was, looking at Wilhelm that seemed so calm and certain, like that was a natural conclusion he came to on the spot, finally turning to look straight at Simon.

They’re still so young. But he knows what Wilhelm was talking about, the feeling at least, that this is not something everyone has the opportunity to feel, especially not this young. Some people might live their whole lives without experiencing what they feel when they’re together.

"I really like you. And your smell..." Wilhelm moved slowly from his back to his stomach, half lying on top of Simon, gently nuzzling against his neck, breathing so slow it made Simon's skin go rough, and sensitive.

"And your taste..." He kissed Simon's neck, making him close his mouth, pressing his lips tightly together to not make a single noise that he knows he can do.

"Wille..."

Wilhelm purred in response, and Simon tried to breathe normally, putting his hand on the back of Wilhelm's neck, squeezing to ground himself, holding himself back from giving in, finally kissing Wilhelm.

"Stop..."

He did as he was told, and looked at Simon, with his messy hair, bright red cheeks, and sad eyes, clearly sad that Simon is still very much trying to keep their close friendship just a friendship.

He moved back, avoiding meeting Simon's eyes, lying back in bed, looking up at the boring, white ceiling.

“Sorry…”

Wilhelm lifted his hips up to turn, moving heavily to lie on his other side, his back to Simon, his arms crossed awkwardly over his chest, and Simon snuggled closer, putting his arms around Wilhelm’s waist, burying his nose against his back, holding his hands when Wilhelm adjusted his position to hold his hands.

“Don’t leave me.”

“Never.” Simons squeezed his hands, kissing his back. “I’ll never leave you, Wilhelm.”

“I’m doing things on your terms.”

Simons smiled, closing his eyes, pushing his face against Wilhelm’s back.

He’s so perfect, still asleep in the same position they were last night. And it’s so hard not to be with him completely.

Wilhelm listens to Simon like very few could even try, and Simon is amazed that he’s real, and that he likes Simon, having the whole world on his feet, Wilhelm likes Simon.

Wilhelm opens his hands suddenly in his still half asleep haze, and their fingers intertwine again, and it doesn’t take long until they fall asleep holding each other tight again. Simon wishes he was even more present to hold Wilhelm tighter if he knew what would come after.

The holiday weeks away from each other felt shorter than the months that came after that night. Looking back now, Wilhelm’s words now feel like a warning. Simon never really wanted them to be apart, he just needed Wilhelm to understand life doesn’t go as he wants and when he wants it, at his pace, that Simon would just sit quietly, and accept half a person because he’s sure he deserves better.

Wille needs the time, and the space to focus on himself. Or at least Simon thought he could understand all of that while still being around, as a friend, his best friend. Simon said Wilhelm needed to figure out what he wanted because it would be easier if they kept some distance between them. Wilhelm had a lot going on, and Simon didn’t want to be in his way, holding him back - or himself back - in any way.

So Wilhelm found a way to keep himself busy and distant. Or studying, or with his bodyguards working out very early in the morning, or with the boys, his friends that slowly filled some of the space Simon had left.

They still talked, it seems impossible for them to be completely away from each other, but Wilhelm was distant, like he didn’t want to get too close, afraid to cross Simon’s limits or to get too close and not be able to hold himself back.

Even from afar, Simon knew Wilhelm wasn’t doing as good as he pretended to be doing. His nails were so short, the corners of his fingers were always bruised. While in class, he kept tapping his feet, taking too many long breaths, trying to calm himself.

Simon thought about reaching out, just hugging him to see if it would help, but he held himself back. He was the one that said Wilhelm needed to figure things out, that things weren’t going to be as Wilhelm wanted...

Months went by filled with the growing anxiety in both of them, and with that, Simon started to lose his mind slowly with the lack of Wilhelm, of talking to him, of just being close to him with nobody else around, making sure he was okay. He missed how they were around each other, how he felt when he was in constant contact with Wilhelm, being themselves, he missed kissing him…

To Wille: hey

He texts him late at night again, feeling stupid for how anxious he gets, how his eyes start to water with frustation, and anger, and the overwhelming yearning.

To Simon: hi

To Wille: are you busy?

The bubbles appear, and disappear and Simon rolls his eyes, feeling like throwing his phone against the nearest wall.

To Simon: no haha

It’s late, I’m in bed.

Why?

Did something happen?

Simon shakes his head, closing his eyes not to cry. Fuck it, he thinks as he types quickly.

To Wille: I miss you

Can we meet?

He keeps checking but he never gets a text back. Simon drops his phone on his bed and gets up, walking around in stupidly small circles because he’s staying at school this year after all. He couldn’t let his sister stay here alone, and she was happy to find her magical way to put him inside too.

Wilhelm is too good of a listener, too polite and good to disobey any order, ever. This is Simon’s worst nightmare and exactly what he asked Wilhelm to do, doesn’t matter if the scenario helps him or not. It means Wille will follow his mom’s requests or Simon’s because that’s who he is. Too good at following orders.

Suddenly, three knocks on his door, and Simon jumps, looking at the door. He exhales a smile, rushing until he’s holding the doorknob, trying to calm himself. He opens the door carefully and Wille is there, hands deep inside his pockets, his shoulders up high, one bodyguard right behind him.

Simon exhales, standing to the side, and Wilhelm gets inside, holding the door for himself, closing and locking it behind him. Simon walks to his nightstand, leaning against it, holding the edge tightly, looking at Wilhelm and nobody else. They’re finally alone, and Wilhelm is bare, like Simon is used to seeing him, no walls around him, the thick walls he builds filled with small, quiet answers, with people around them to keep them from giving in.

His eyes are soft again, filled with expectations, and he adjusts his hair behind his ears like he does when he’s nervous, Simon is surprised he’s not biting his nails too.

“I’m really tired of my terms…” Simon exhales shakingly, “Like...really tired.”

He crashes into Wilhelm before he can think twice, holding his face in his hands, kissing him like he’s been thinking for months, and Wilhelm holds him right back. His hands feel cold even through the thin fabric of Simon’s shirt, squeezing his waist tightly, stumbling back, trying to find the bed.

“No video game today?” Wille asks against his lips, smiling so bright. Simon shakes his head, quick to take Wille’s shirt off, pushing him to sit on the bed.

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jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets · 3 years

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I Loved Him... Once - CH 6

Title: I Loved Him… Once

Author: jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Heid (Aaron Hotchner x Spencer Reid)

Rating: This ones General but eventually as the series goes it will be Explicit

Tags: canon typical violence and gore, eventual smut as the series goes, angst, fluff, pining., its gunna be a slow burn guys.

Summary: A series following the team as they solve crimes and take down the bad guys.

In Part one of this series, we follow the team as they take down a serial killer that has taken a piece of one of their own. And through it all, Spencer and Hotch come to a few conclusions and realizations of their own.

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Chapter six

Spencer slowly walked into Eric's house. He had been here so many times in the past. Back when they were in university together they spent most of their time here, rather than studying in the overcrowded campus library, or Spencer's way too small single dorm room. But all the times he'd been here, he never once in his life thought he would ever be here as a profiler instead of a friend.

Being here again, it was strange, almost like he was in a dream. Like he was floating and couldn't get his feet back on the ground. As he slowly wandered through the small bungalow there were constant reminders of the fact that he and Eric had been as close as they were. Pictures on the walls of the two of them graduating, the entire collectors edition of the Sherlock series by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle that he'd bought him for his twenty eighth birthday, the awful matching ugly christmas sweater they had bought for one of the few parties they had been invited too, Spencer still had his and wore it every christmas. Everywhere he looked it seemed Eric had tried to keep him close even when they were far apart. It made him hurt even more that he hadn't seen Eric in over a year, that every time he tried to make plans with Spencer for a visit he had to call it off, most of the time because of work. He always thought there would be more time, now he knew he should have never taken any of it for granted.

As he continued to wander through, he searched for something, anything, that might help them understand exactly what was going on here, or at the very least lead them to the killer. But there was nothing. The place was as pristine as it always was, Eric was always as much of a neat freak as Spencer was, and not a single thing was out of place. There had been no struggle here, so Eric had been taken and killed somewhere else, and Spencer didn't think they would be finding anything helpful in his house. Which made him all the more frustrated.

"Hey, kid, come here!"

Spencer followed Derek's voice from Eric's bedroom to the pantry in the kitchen. Derek was in the far back corner of the pantry, standing on a small step ladder digging around on the top shelf. "Did you find something?"

"Yeah," he grunted, passing a few boxes down to Spencer and making more space on the top shelf, then Spencer saw it.

"How did you even find that? Who thinks to look for a safe in the pantry?"

"I wasn't really looking for anything up here," he explained, passing him more boxes of food, "but when I came in just to check it out, I noticed that most of the stuff in here hasn't even been touched. There's dust on most of the boxes of food, except right here the dust had been disturbed. So I looked and found the safe. Now, we can either wait for someone to come and break this open, or we can try to figure out the code on our own. Six digits, kid, what do you got?"

Spencer thought for a moment, then said, "Try his birthday, November second, seventy-eight."

"Nothing," Derek shook his head, "got another?"

"May fourteenth, eighty-four, the day his parents were killed."

He shook his head again, "Still nothing."

"Okay," Spencer searched his memory again for another important date in Eric's life, "maybe November tenth, ninety-six, that's the day he was released from foster care."

"Nope."

"September seventh, ninety-seven, his first day at Caltech."

"Not that either, kid," Derek sighed and turned away from the safe towards Spencer, "anything else?"

"Maybe, one second," he quickly dug out his phone, dialing a number and putting it on speaker.

"Office of the all and powerful Oz, speak your wish and it shall be granted."

"Garcia, we need your help," he moved closer to Derek on the ladder, lifting the phone more towards him, "we're trying to crack a safe in Eric's house, six digits, can you tell us what his real birth date was."

"Sure, sure, honey… that would be June twenty-first, seventy-three."

"... He was eight years older than me…" Spencer whispered to himself as Derek tried the new date and…

"Not that either. Any other important dates in Mason Maddox's life, baby girl?"

She typed for a few seconds before answering, "Maybe January eighteenth, ninety-seven? That's the day he made his new identity as Eric Watts."

"Nope," he sighed then turned to Spencer again, who was now just aimlessly staring at the floor, "maybe we should just wait for someone to come bust it open. Reid? Hey, kid, you still with me?"

Spencer closed his eyes as his heart sank to his stomach. It was obvious. "Try October twelfth, eighty-one."

There was a minute of tense silence, no one really wanting to breach this wall, but Derek said anyways, "That's your birthday."

"Yeah," he breathed, still not looking up from the floor, "try it."

Derek turned back to the safe, slowly inputting the six digits of Spencer's birthday, and turned the dial one last time. Spencer shut his eyes tight at the click that signaled they had cracked the code, and tried not to let the stinging in his eyes spill over into the sobs he could feel sneaking up on him.

"Why your-"

"He never missed a single one," he said, a little distantly, "called me every year we weren't together."

Derek just turned his head away again, not sure what he could say to help, and started digging through the safe.

"What's inside?"

"Woah…" Spencer finally looked up at that, a mixture of curious and worried crossing him.

"What?"

"Kid, I dunno if-"

"Just tell me what it is, Morgan!" He was getting a little short, he wanted everyone to stop treating him like he was fragile and just let him work the case.

"Alright," Derek sighed, but handed Spencer the file he had just been looking at, "but I don't know if it's a good idea." Spencer looked down at the file in his hands, hesitating. "Reid, it's still closed, so if you don't want to open it you don't have to. You can just hand it back to me."

He took a deep breath, contemplated what he really wanted to do and weighed all the outcomes in his mind, before looking up at Derek with a slight nod and opened the file. He instantly felt sick, betrayed, angry, he wanted to lash out but he kept flipping through. Inside were pictures upon pictures of brutal murders. Full eight by eleven sized photos of multiple different women being tortured, stabbed, bleeding. Pictures of the dump sites, pictures of these women before they were taken and after they were killed.

He could not believe what he was looking at, he didn't know why Eric would have these things locked up in a secret safe. Well, he did, but it was something he didn't want to have to admit, something he didn't want to have to accept.

He looked up at Derek once more, not able to say anything, then dropped the phone and file in his hand and ran out of the house. Derek didn't even have a chance to say anything or try to stop him before he was out of the pantry and gone.

He sighed, got down from the ladder, and grabbed up the file and phone Reid had dropped. Penelope was still on the line. "What happened?! Is our boy okay? What's in the file?! Oh god, Derek, tell me what's in the file."

"Our boy's not doing too well, baby girl," he started, gathering the photos and closed the file, "and according to the pictures we found in the file, it looks like Eric was a part of some very brutal murders."

"Oh… oh my god, poor Reid, oh…"

"Yeah, and I don't think there's much more we can do aside from just letting him work through it, and being here when he needs us. And breaking this case I'm sure will help too." He reached up inside the safe and pulled out something else. "Speaking of which, there's a laptop in here, baby girl. If I start it up do you think you can connect and unlock it? Start digging through his files?"

"Yes, absolutely."

"Alright," he stepped out of the pantry and into the kitchen, "you get that started and I've gotta make another call."

"I will call you back when I'm in."

Once she hung up, Derek dialed another number, not sure if he'd get an answer, but the call was answered immediately. "Reid?!"

"It's Morgan. You guys finished at Tyler Prince's place?"

"Yeah, he's not here. We're getting officers to go through the apartment now to try and figure out where he could be. How are things at Eric's place? Did you find anything?"

"Yeah, that's the reason why I'm calling," he hesitated a second, thinking back on what Rossi had said earlier, then said, "I think… I think I need you down here."

"Why? Is everything alright?"

Derek turned and looked to where Spencer had run out the back door. Hopefully David was right and this wasn't what he was worried it was.

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"He's not here." Hotch holstered his gun and turned to David who was doing the same. "If he is finished with his revenge list, he could be anywhere by now."

David nodded his agreement, "Let's get the officers and rip this place apart. Maybe we can find some hint as to where he may have gone."

They started heading outside to retrieve more officers when Aaron's phone started ringing in his pocket. He dug it out and upon seeing the caller ID answered immediately. "Reid?!"

"It's Morgan. You guys finished at Tyler Prince's place?"

"Yeah, he's not here. We're getting officers to go through the apartment now to try and figure out where he could be. How are things at Eric's place? Did you find anything?"

"Yeah, that's the reason I'm calling." Then Derek hesitated and Aaron's stomach dropped to the floor. He had been worried the moment Spencer's name flashed on his phone, he had told him to call if he needed anything, and then even more worried when it was Derek's voice he was met with instead of Spencer's. And now, he was sure there was something wrong. "I think… I think I need you down here."

"Why?" He was sure the panic in his voice was evident to a profiler like Derek, but he couldn't care to mask it right now, "Is everything alright?"

"It's Reid-"

"I'm on my way."

He slammed his phone shut, and without even a single word between them, both Aaron and David ran for the car.

With the sirens blasting, the lights on, and Aaron driving with the gas pedal practically floored, they made it to Eric's house in less than ten minutes. Aaron parked and jumped out of the car as fast as he could, taking the porch steps in two bounds, and was skidding to a halt in the kitchen when he saw Derek.

He looked up from where he was sitting at the laptop at the kitchen counter and said, "He's out back," and Aaron was gone before he could say much more.

David strolled in soon after, joining Derek in the empty bar stool at the counter, and Derek turned to him with a still skeptical look.

"It's all good, Morgan, just let Aaron handle this." Derek just turned back to the laptop, still not satisfied with the lack of information he was getting. "What did you find that freaked the kid out so much?'

He slid the file across the counter to him, not taking his eyes off the screen, "We found a safe hidden in the pantry and broke in. The first thing that kind of freaked him out was that the code for the safe was his birthday. Then I found that and this laptop inside. I told him he didn't have to look, but he did."

"He wants to see this through," David nodded to himself, knowing he would probably do the same as Spencer in his case, then flipped open the file. He instantly recoiled at the sight of some of the pictures in the file as he filtered through, then sighed and closed it. "I can see why this freaked him out. It looks like Eric, or rather Mason Maddox, was involved in some very dark murders."

Derek nodded, running a hand down his face and turning to David, "I feel bad for him. He thought he knew this guy, obviously felt a little something for him, and all those years he's been murdering people behind Spencer's back. I can't even imagine being in that position, especially as a profiler. The kid's probably beating himself up over this."

"You're probably right, though none of that is his fault. From the outside Eric seemed like a completely normal man." He then turned his attention to the laptop in front of Derek. "And what about this?"

"Nothing yet, but Garcia's working on it. Hopefully she can get it unlocked, there might be something on it to help us find Prince."

David sighed, looking out the back door where the two agents had disappeared, "I hope you're right, for the kids sake, he at least deserves the closure."

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Aaron ran out the back door as fast as he could looking for Spencer, but he was not in eyesight, so he bounded down the porch steps and into the backyard. Halfway across the lawn he heard the undeniable sounds of retching coming from behind the shed and ran to it.

Spencer was there, hunched over the bushes, heaving. Aaron hurried to him, wrapping one arm around his stomach while the other alternated between running fingers through his hair and rubbing his back. He helped him through it waiting until the heaving stopped and his legs gave out, and he let Spencer lean back against him as he softly lowered them to the ground.

Aaron leaned them against the shed, holding Spencer against his side while he clung to him and sobbed. But he didn't say anything, didn't ask what they had found that had upset him, he just waited. He let Spencer cry as long as he needed to, with his face buried deep in Aaron's shoulder, and held him tightly until he felt he was ready to talk.

"He killed people," he whispered, so quiet Aaron almost didn't catch it, before he lifted his head slightly, "Morgan found a safe and… there were pictures inside."

"Pictures of what?"

"Women, so many women," he sucked in a shuddering breath, "he tortured and killed them, and I never knew."

Aaron pulled Spencer close again, tucking him back into his neck, and running his fingers through his hair again. "You couldn't have known. Some of these people fit so well into society outside of their crimes, we would never know."

"I could have stopped him."

"It's not your fault," he turned his face to nose at the top of Spencer's head, "there was nothing you could have done."

He was quiet for another moment before whispering into his neck, "I feel so betrayed," and his sobs wracked up again.

"Hey," Aaron soothed, turning to wrap his other arm around him, "I know this is hard, and it's going to be for a while, but know that I am always here for you, and I will never betray you. No matter what, you will always have me."

He didn't say anything, just dug himself impossibly deeper into Aaron, and they stayed like that until then sun was starting to set and Spencer's sobs had finally died down.

Aaron was eventually able to get Spencer off the ground and guide him towards the house. Once inside, he asked Derek to take Spencer out to the cars and wait for them there. And without a word of argument after seeing the state of his friend, he grabbed up the laptop and left with Spencer under his arm.

Aaron watched them until they were out the front door then turned to David. "They found proof that Eric was killing people?"

He handed the file to Aaron who quickly looked through it, then closed it with a sigh. His heart bled for Spencer and ached to hold him again, tell him it was going to be okay, so he decided to hurry this along so he could try and do just that. "And the laptop Morgan took?"

"He found it in a safe along with that file. He's hoping Garcia can unlock it."

He nodded, then motioned for David to follow him out, "Let's all head back to the hotel for the night. I'm sure Prentis and JJ will have information to share with us as well, but we'll deal with all that back at the station tomorrow. Call them from the car?"

"Can do," David said, walking out with him, "and what about the kid? How's he doing?"

Aaron shook his head, "Not well, but can you blame him?"

"Not at all. He's actually held it together longer than most people would have," he turned to Aaron then, "you need to stick close to him, he's going to need you more now then before."

They were at the cars then, Aaron not even giving Derek the chance to argue, led Spencer to the passenger seat of his car then hopped in the drivers side. David guided a quite irate looking Derek to the other car, then both cars left the driveway heading for the hotel. Spencer didn't do much more the whole ride then look out the window, but Aaron held his hand the entire ride back. He needed Spencer to know that no matter what happened with this case, or how much worse it may get, he was not alone.

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They arrived at the hotel and went straight to their rooms. They didn't even bother stopping to see if Emily and JJ had arrived yet, Aaron had already decided whatever they had found could wait for tomorrow. His main concern right now was making sure Spencer was okay.

When they reached the hallway where their two rooms were side by side, Derek wasted no time in wrapping a protective arm around Spencer and sharply turning him towards their room. His key card was out before he even reached the door, and without a step of hesitation, the door was open and he was ushering Spencer inside.

Aaron stepped towards the door but Derek had placed himself firmly between him and Spencer, holding the door. "I'll make sure he gets some sleep, good night guys."

And with that firm dismissal, Derek closed the door. Despite the fact that Spencer's eyes never left Aaron's the whole time, and the fact that Aaron so desperately wanted to break the door down and take Spencer back, he couldn't. He didn't want to arouse any suspicion that there might possibly be something there, something between them, especially when they hadn't even had the chance to figure it out on their own yet. Not to mention that he didn't want to put any more stress on Spencer than he already had with this case, so he just resolved himself to turn around and head for his own room.

He all but stormed inside and then just stood, stock still, in the middle of the room with one hand over his face. All he wanted to do was get to Spencer, make sure he was okay and that he had the comfort he needed, but he couldn't do that with Derek as protective as he was. So all he could really do right now was sit in his room and stew.

David on the other hand, had plans of his own. He marched in after Aaron, going straight to his own bed and grabbing his go bag. He quickly packed his few belongings he had spread throughout the room, and walked past Aaron to the door.

"Where are you going?" Aaron asked as he turned back to face him.

"You two are killing me," he shook his head with the smallest hint of a grin, "so trust me on this one. You'll both thank me later."

Without any more explanation than that, he opened the door. And as he was halfway out he stopped, turned back, and said, "Also, I fully and wholeheartedly expect to be the first person invited to this wedding."

Aaron couldn't help but smile and even blush a little as David left. And if he let himself indulge in the thought of that while he stood there and waited, then that would be his own little secret.

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Derek was sitting on the edge of his bed, watching with horror as the young genius paced the room with an almost frantic sense. His movements were jolted and his fingers were taping wildly on the sides of his arms as he moved. And Derek, for all that he knew about Spencer, had no idea how to help him right now.

A sudden knock on the door had Derek up and moving, cautious as to not touch or disturb whatever trance Spencer was in, and he opened the door to find David. "Hey, Rossi," he looked down, eyeing the go bag in David's hand then back up with a raised brow, "Something happen? We going somewhere?"

"Not we, just the kid." He walked in past a still very confused Derek and grabbed Spencer's go bag from under his bed, handing it to him. "Up and attem, kid, let's go. The boss is waiting for you."

He had finally stopped his manic pacing and was now racing through the room to gather his things, not even giving a second thought to Derek as he tried several times to stop him. So instead, Derek turned on David, "What exactly is going on here?!"

"We're switching rooms," he shrugged as if it were obvious.

Derek huffed, shoulders tense, "I can see that, Rossi, but why? What's wrong with this one? Why can't he stay with me?"

"Aaron just wants to keep an eye on him, that's all," he tried to ease Derek's mind, but it didn't work.

So as Spencer came out of the bathroom, his now full go bag in hand and heading for the door, he stopped him and said, "Reid, are you sure Hotch isn't giving you a hard time?"

"I'm fine, Morgan, I promise." And he was out of his grasp and heading for the door.

"Kid, you're good with this?! You can stay here you know, I can keep an eye on you too without-" But he was gone, the door closing behind him as he practically ran down the hall. Derek just shook his head and turned back to David. "He really doesn't need to babysit him like this. Reid is fine, he'll be okay. I know this is a rough case for him, it would be for anyone in his situation, but he's got all of us to help him through this. Hotch does not need to keep him on a tight leash and make him feel like he's incapable. And I can make sure Reid's okay just as well as Hotch can."

"I know, Derek, I know you can, but it's not about that. Any of it," he tried to answer as calmly as he could in an attempt to being down Derek's anger, raising both hands to his shoulders, "just let it be, alright, it's not what you think."

"Rossi-"

"Let it go, Derek," he smiled and gave Derek's shoulders a squeeze, "it's nothing bad, Hotch is not giving Spencer a hard time, and he does not think Spencer is incapable of doing his job. The kid's fine, just let him be with Aaron right now."

"Not like I have much say anyways. The kid's already gone," he said, nodding towards the door, "is it me?"

Dave couldn't help but laugh a bit at that, patting Derek's cheek lightly as he replied, "It most definitely is not you."

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Since Dave had left, Aaron had also picked up a frantic pacing of his room. And when finally a knock came at the door, he rushed over to open it and let Spencer in.

He was standing in the doorway, go bag in his arms and looking anxious, worried, maybe even a little scared. All of which had Aaron concerned. He wanted to ease Spencer, not make it worse.

"I…" He started, looking down at his shuffling feet as he spoke, "Are you okay with this? Cuz if not I can-"

"I would prefer it this way, actually."

"Good," that brought a small smile to Spencer's lips, the first one Aaron had seen since the start of this case, "me too."

He walked past Aaron and inside the room, taking up the bed that was still made on the left. He quickly grabbed his pjs from his bag along with his toiletries, and excused himself to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Aaron followed suit after Spencer was finished, and when he came out, he hesitated at the edge of his bed for a moment.

He stood and stared at Spencer, Spencer staring right back. It was clear they both had something to say, but neither was sure if it would be okay to say it, worried the other would react in a way that might make things worse. So Aaron just turned away and broke the gaze, getting into bed.

They both said goodnight and Aaron reached between them to turn off the bedside lamp. He turned over, making every effort to try and sleep, but every thought on his mind went to Spencer, every part of his body itched to touch him and hold him like he had earlier. He wanted to run his fingers through his hair and comfort him, make sure Spencer knew that no matter what Aaron was here and he was not going anywhere. And what the hell, maybe David was right, he wouldn't know anything unless he asked.

"Hey, Reid," he turned back over and sat up, seeing Spencer was already in the same position as him, "I know today's been hard for you, so… so if you-" And before he could even finish his sentence, Spencer was up and out of his bed.

Aaron moved back and held the blankets up for Spencer to shuffle under beside him. Spencer had planned on leaving some space between them, not wanting to just barge into Aaron's personal space, and just happy to be in the same bed as him, but Aaron reached over and pulled him against his chest before he could. And Spencer wasn't going to complain or protest.

Aaron laid on his back, tucking Spencer tight against him, his head under his chin and Aaron's arms wrapped tightly around him. Spencer sunk into the warmth and comfort of Aaron's body, digging his nose into his neck and breathing in the smell that was only Aaron, that smell that Spencer found the most comforting thing in the world, and he finally felt himself relaxing for the first time since they landed in California.

They laid like that for some time, just content being together. Aaron ran his fingers through Spencer's hair, whispering to him over and over again the same thing, until he finally heard Spencer's breathing even out and he knew he was asleep. And once more, before he fell asleep himself, he whispered right against Spencer's ear, "I've got you, and I promise I will never let you go."

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A/N: Lots of Hotch and Reid together in this chapter! Let me know what you think <3

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wisherbysharlight · 4 years

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WHAT IF... SANDERS SIDES BUT MAKE IT A TROPEY TEEN BEACH AU

Endgame!LAMP. Dukeceit, Remile

Just 2k stream of consciousness words from a plunny that grew legs TW for v slight underage drinking, one joking mention of violence, and a non-specific discussion of intrusive thoughts

-Janus has just moved there because his parents wanted to start a new "adventure" and he is a Stereotypical Teenager. Very "ugh MOM I wanna go back to my FRIENDS for my LAST SUMMER BEFORE COLLEGE"(most of his friends suck. He should not spend time with them. He does not know this)

His Parents buy him a surfboard and tell him to try it out as a way to get him to Shut Up

Hes a Skater Boy(cue music) so he picks it up super fast from like,,, youtube videos

-He gets told to Get a Job if he wants to like, keep buying surf gear?

All the local kids work at like one restaurant/yacht club type place right on the beach

Janus gets hired as a host

-Logan is a beach badge checker, Patton, Roman, and Remus are beachfront restaurant waiters but Roman just Really Wants To Surf, Emile and Virgil are Lifeguards, and Remy is a bartender

-Janus is Very Good At Customer Service because Fake Smiles

Patton recognizes this Immediately

He shows him the Rage Closet which is a tiny room with an arm chair that locks from the inside where you can punch a pillow on your break when it gets to be Too Much

-Janus is Attached now and there is no getting rid of him

Patton Fully Endorses this and introduces him to the rest of the group

Janus Knows Immediately that LAMP is In Love but says nothing because he aint no snitch

-Remus surfs, but he also always wear a thong while doing it

Roman wears a full wetsuit and somehow still gets Board Rash. Remus is somehow immune and it infuriates him

-Janus, not knowing that the twins live right on the beach cuz they are RichTM: Hey Ree I kinda wanna learn how to surf would you be able to teach me

Remus, who religiously watches Janus surf every morning, but is absolutely willing to play this game: Yeah absolutely

Patton, later: “lets rinse off at the twins they’re right here” Janus: theyre.... What?!

-Meanwhile, elsewhere, Virgil and Roman are double teaming Logan to drag him into the water with them cuz he’s pouting about losing a debate with their manager about how he didn’t really be mean to the dudebro who wanted to get his buddies onto the beach without paying, he was just enforcing the rules. And if the dude was so offended by Logan’s Very Accurate Dragging that he complained to management then, well, that’s his problem not Logan’s

-Logan is never without a book. Ever. And its always a different book. Janus is starting to think he owns a library

One day he is just... reading a Physics textbook. Not taking notes or anything. Just reading.

Roman is Very Very Alarmed by this because he is Gay and Math is Scary

"Roman I'm also gay that is not a determining factor"

"Yeah but you can't drive"

"...fair"

-the first time janus has a shift with the twins, he cant stop staring, not just because hes like,,, super attracted to Remus but also because they are like Chaos Incarnate and yet somehow get the most tips??? He doesn't understand???

It's just cuz they are both Huge Flirts and Flatterers and the patrons dont care that they're not-so-subtly beating the shit out of each other right there on the dining floor because theyre just so charming

-one of the bartenders gets aggressively snapped at by a customer and called "sweetheart" and before Janus can even begin to react Remy is there, sunglasses off, fire in his eyes, telling them to settle their bill and get the fuck out

Janus, used to City Restaurants- "Wont you get in trouble with the owner?!"

Remy, who knows Nothing Else But This- "What?? Not likely I only did it cuz Thomathy wasnt here to do it himself"

-the restaurant is closed Monday and Tuesday so that is the Pseudo Weekend for the staff where everyone hangs out at the beach

Emile and Virgil take Tuesdays off but still work Monday’s cuz they feel better being the one watching over their friends

-Roman, staring at Virgil on the lifeguard stand: ugh he’s so pretty I almost wish I was drowning just so he could give me cpr

Janus: you wanna potentially get your ribs broken just for lip contact?

Remy, staring at Emile on the lifeguard stand: listen, if that’s what it takes, I’ll take it

Remus, immediately going up to the lifeguard stand because he has 0 impulse control: hey my brother and cousin want you to break their ribs

Virgil and Emile: excuse me?????

-Patton will literally spend hours in the water. Logan physically drags him out to put sunscreen on him every two hours to the minute. Patton does not admit that he purposely "forgets" just so Logan will do so

Logan is Dark and has never used sunscreen ever but Patton is so pale and he just gets so concerned about him. Patton thinks its adorable

He has pages of research on proper spf determination.

Roman and Remus use spf 15 just on their faces and have never once burned in their lives

Logan wants to submit them for scientific study because that shouldnt be possible

Virgil calls Logan out on the fact that he also should be wearing sunscreen and Logan like... blue screens he cant believe in all his research he missed that

-Patton is like... a ridiculously strong swimmer. Virgil still has a heart attack every time he goes for laps when there is the slightest hint of an undertow

Patton Knows This so he tries to stay in Virgil's sight line for the most part if there is an undertow. Or just dives over the waves again and again.

His nickname is Ariel. He thinks its just cuz of the swimming and the fact hes a red head. LAP all separately also tack on that its the swimming, the red hair, and the hnng pretty 10/10 would follow out to sea ala Prince Eric

-first beach bonfire Janus goes to Remy is Fully In Emile's Lap like... half an hour in

he has had like maybe a sip of a beer

Remus says he still claims this is because he is a Clingy Drunk

no one will call him on it, least of all Emile

-there is truth or dare. Roman may or may not skinny dip you have no proof

-Logan gets infuriated that he cannot roast a marshmallow properly

Patton does it perfectly every single time but its ok cuz he shares and Logan eats it right from his fingers and Roman and Virgil are just in the background Trying and Failing not to be the Most Jealous

Patton thinks theyre upset they didn't get marshmallows and makes some for them too and there is lots of Significant Eye Contact involved

Janus is going to spontaneously combust if they don't get their shit together

-Janus is out walking on the beach one night on a full moon cuz he cant sleep with everything so quiet around here when he sees a bright green patch out in the water and goes ...wait

he calls out to Remus and he comes into shore and is like "waves are perfect at night you should join me" so janus goes back and gets his board and they surf and chat for like the entire night

Janus finds out Remus couldn't sleep cuz intrusive thoughts were keeping him awake

Janus listens and doesn't judge, just lets Remus talk it out

They go back to shore and fall asleep on the sand next to each other like mid sentence still talking, now about whatever creative business idea Remus had, and get woken up by Logan's morning rounds like "come on guys you know you're not allowed to sleep out here" but they dont care theyre both just *blushing emoji*

-Logan Always Has A Notebook right? And a regular book he reads. And everyone assumes they are like Notions and Observations, but no, it’s actually blank paper and he uses it to sketch and then one day he leaves it behind and someone either Virgil or Patton finds it and flips through it and it’s all sketches of them and Roman and they’re like??? Actually really good? Anyway that’s how they find out Logan is actually minoring in art even though he’s majoring in something Very STEM

And he never told his best friends because like almost all his pre college art is Them and he doesn’t want to be caught having Feelings and by the time it gets to college it’s been too long and he can’t tell them now

Roman takes one of the sketches of him surfing and makes it his profile picture on All Social Media He Has and Logan is so flustered he nearly breaks his damn phone

Patton is so offended he didn’t get invited to Logan’s first showcase that he doesn’t talk to him for like two whole hours

Virgil quietly asks if there is any art of all four of them, finds out there is, and makes a print and keeps it on his bedside table

-They are all Pining Outwardly Now and its Worse

-Remus : you have known them since pre-k please ask them out I beg of you

Roman: You just dont get it

Remus: I asked Janus out after 4 weeks what is your problem

Emile: Virgil, I love you, you are my Partner in Anti-Drowning but you are so stupid

Virgil: What???? All I said is that you and Remy are really cute and I'd love to be in a relationship like that

Emile: I am not a violent person, Virgil, but I have the strong urge to smack you

Patton, in the Rage Closet: They're all just so hOT and ReSPEctFUL

Janus, waiting for his turn, trying to act like he cant hear him: I Am Looking Elsewhere

Logan: I just don't understand why they were more upset that I didn't tell them than that I'd been making art of them for years?? Shouldn't that second part be worse??

Remy, who has been partial to Every Single One Of AMP Waxing Poetic About Logan: Yeah, no idea /s

-the twins get into a surfing competition as a pair and everyone goes to see them and support them

Thomas airs the competition on every tv in the restaurant cuz he’s Proud of his Bois

They WIN cuz they are Creative and Talented and came up with all sorts of crazy tricks while they were fucking around in the water but it earns them Major Bonus Points for originality

-Roman does the run off the podium and into Love’s arms trope with just like... whoever’s closest lets go Patton because he is a Waif and forced himself up front so he can see

The other two are Devastated because well shit but then Roman pushes through the crowd, still holding Patton’s hand, and gives them this smile and is like “remember in like second grade when we said we’d do everything together and made a pact on this beach”

Analogical: uhhhhhh yeah

Roman: holding you both to it. No take backs. This counts. Now kiss me, dammit, we WON and they DO MANY TIMES AND ITS REAL CUTE

-Meanwhile dukeceit have Mysteriously Disappeared and No One wants to be the ones to go find them. They show back up, eventually. Janus has a branch in his hair and remus' hair is sticking straight up and when he opens his mouth roman glares at him and tells him in no uncertain terms that they do not want to know

AnYWaY these are my children and I will gladly answer any questions about them. I left out Janus Backstory and Creativitwins Angst and Many Individual LAMP Scenes and Remile/Dukeceit getting together and Epilogue but can absolutely provide such things on request

#romantic lamp #dukeceit #remile #ts fic #sanders sides fic #remus mention #tropey beach au #listen im not responsible for what i do when on the beach with discord open #this is so self indulgent my god

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jumoonjae · 3 years

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Right Through the Heart: Chapter 1

Pairings: Juyeon X Reader X Sunwoo

Genre: Action

Warnings: Violence

Word Count: 5408 Words

A/N: I've been working on this one for three months now, been stealing time between my work and home to do researches and stuffs. I was considering making this as a one shot at first, but since its too long and i'm still half way through it, i decided to break it into few parts. So here we go, my first 2021 fic. I hope you enjoy reading it.

Disclaimer: Image are not mine, credit to owner.

The sound of boisterous chattering and a series of screams and holler slowly awaking you from unconsciousness that soon after also awakening your every sense as you starting to feel the throbbing pain from the back of your head and the growing pain on your shoulder. With a painful grunt, you lift your head up to see your tied up hand with a squinted eyes as the old spotlight that was use to hang your body shine awfully bright on you. Your shoulder stretched upward painfully and your feet dangling a few feet from the ground, body swaying even with the slightest movement you made. You look around slowly to see the surrounding only to find yourself being hanged in the middle of a old, wrecked school gym, to your left there were a group of men, all armed playing cards, smoking and one of them notice your movement making you let out a sigh. You could see three of them approaching you from your peripheral view but didn’t bother to look back up because of the sore from your shoulder.

“Good morning sleepy head.” A voice rings clear and annoyingly close inside your ear and echoes around the empty gym silencing every soul inside the room. You force yourself to turn your head slowly towards him just to look at your opponent before planning anything. His assault riffle that was clutched loosely to his chest caught your attention first then his masked face, you could see his eyes scanning you and there’s two men that look quite like him standing behind him. You didn’t even bother to say anything to him but let your head hang low, chin touching your chest.

“I’m not the type of wasting my or your time. So i will ask and you will answer.” He commanded while his men starting to holler, whistling but you still didn’t respond to him, looking down as your focus was on the pain on your shoulder and the back of your head only. But then a sudden brutal impact hit your stomach making you let out a cry and it churns when your body suddenly falls to the ground falling knee first on the cold hard wooden floor, then the old spotlight came crashing down right in front of your eyes just a few inch from you and the broken pieces splatter around with some of it manage to hit you making you flinch slightly. Like it was a show, the men are all cheering and some are laughing at you. But from all the pain on your lower body, you could finally bring your sore shoulder down in relief by clutching the fresh sore on your stomach.

“Answer me!” He yelled. “don’t ever think that will go easy on a woman like you.” He took a few step towards to you before you feel a cold hard metal nudging the side of your head. You look up to him through your lashes and he nudge your head to make you back down again but you didn’t even move or look away making him wavered and you noticed.

“Tell me where they locked my people.” He nudge your head with every words that just triggered something bad inside of you and you had to suck a sharp breath just to keep it within you.

“We don’t keep criminal locked up. The prison is too crowded.” You said looking into their eyes one by one as a cunning smirk grows on your face. “We kill them.”

“Don’t play with me, you law people always keep them locked waiting for the right time for any negotiation for money and bribery and shits. You corrupted organization.” he nudge your head again making you clenched your jaw hard.

“You’re not wrong.” You said with a sly smile. “But what you’re dealing with right now is not law. You’ve crossed the line that law had drawn and do you know what will happen when you crossed that line?” You taunt him by looking deep into his eyes without blinking.

“You’re considered dead.” And as if your last word is a cue, the main door explode and a series of fire gun erupted not far from where you were. you duck down covering your head using your tied hands before rolling to the side to take cover with anything from the flying bullets. You were deaf for a while and when your hearing came back together with a piercing white noise inside your head, you shut your eyes tight and screams until the noise dissipate.

“Y/N!” Sunwoo called and you look up to him who was running to you while the other taking down every single enemy inside the gym.

“You’re okay.” He kneeled beside you and pull you by the arm helping you up.

“You okay Y/N?” Changmin asked as soon as you got up while holding his gunpoint to one of the subject that was still alive, the one that been interrogating you earlier. Without his mask you recognize him from the picture during the briefing before the mission and you nod to Changmin as a confirmation that you got the right person. You then turn to see Eric and Haknyeon who was looking at you concerned, but you just raise your tied up hand and show them your both thumb making them to smile in relief.

“Sorry.” Sunwoo almost yelled knowing your hearing still affected. He cut the rope on your wrist before checking for any wound on your body.

“Except for you almost blew me up, im fine.” You said yelling to him, just because you couldn’t hear yourself clearly while dusting your cargo pants as your watch them questioned the three subject before you and Sunwoo walk out through the mess to the outside where you were greeted by the whole back up team.

“Hey sniper.” Chan greeted you and you give him a small wave, smiling at him who was carrying a small device that you recognize as a bomb, he stop right next to you eyeing you up and down looking for any injuries.

“I’m fine Chan. Thank you.” You tap his arm and he gave you his charming smile before jogs inside to plant the bomb.

“Does the bomb necessary earlier?” you asked regarding to the first bomb which only made Sunwoo to chuckle before scratching the back of his head while looking at you apologetically.

“we were outnumbered.” He said. “And those three are enough for information.” He paused looking back at you to make sure you’re really alright before continuing,

“We need to take this place down anyway.” He said stopping right at the entrance where his truck were parked. You look up to see the air force team still roams around the school to search for more threat before you heard three shots fired indicating that your mission were done.

“Clear.” Changmin’s voice buzzed from the com on Sunwoo’s shoulder.

“C4 ready. Everyone clear out.” He commanded signaling the chopper to get down.

“That’s your ride.” Sunwoo said and you look at him questioningly.

“Are you going to the date looking like that?” and it finally hit you like a truck.

“Holy shit. What time is it?”

“7.48PM. Better late than never.” He said giving you a pat on the back when the ladder from the chopper fall just right in front of you.

“Eric bought the dress himself. Its quite small but it’ll do.” He shrugged and you thanked him climbing up to the chopper. “Be nice Y/N.”

You tap your toe impatiently crossing your arm over your chest as the elevator were moving almost at a imperceptible speed. You look down to your watch wriggling your wrist to place your watch right on the blisters from the rope earlier and heaved a long sigh after realizing that you almost an hour late. You really should have just go down using the line from the helicopter instead of the elevator.

A buzz from inside of your clutch stopping you from tapping your feet and you fish out your phone from inside looking at the caller id before swiping the green icon up and cup it on your left ear.

“Hey, Y/N are you there yet?” Eric asked from another line making you scowl at his eagerness.

“They just dropped me off two minutes ago Eric and the elevator in this building is really slow.” You said annoyingly and when the moving box dinged, stopping, which you grunt to it before stepping to the corner back to make room whoever that come in later.

“Well at least you got great reception inside it.” He said trying to make you laugh but you didn’t and when the elevator door opens, a tall guy in a black suit enters. you spare him a quick glance before bowing slightly when he did.

“Y/N remember, order just salad and red wines.”

“Why does it matter what i eat. Its not that I’m going to make him pay for it.”

“Are you really going to eat like a pig on your first date?”

“Look, this is not a date I remind you. I just going to negotiate with him and make him agree to pretend to be my partner only for the wedding.”

“Just for the sake of me please. He’s my neighbor.”

“Your neighbor? Its too late Eric, I am forty minute late and its already a bad first impression.” You look up when the elevator dinged again and make your way out to the restaurant with your phone still on your ear.

“Any reservation?” the receptionist ask, but before you could answer him, you heard a voice talking from inside the restaurant. A tall man, quite good looking, ranting, looking like he was drunk.

“I will soon to be the heir of my father’s company.” He said with a cocky smirk plastered on his face, head leaned a little to the table next to him, invading a couples privacy, boasting, face filled with pride while the couple does not look pleased at all.

“I am a gentleman even my date is almost an hour late, i am still here waiting for her.” You let out a gagging face when he said the word before placing your phone back to your ears.

“Eric what was the guy name again?” you ask.

“Kim Younghoon.”

“I am Kim Younghoon.”

“No shit.” You were dazed for a while, the guy with the prince syndrome was your date and how in the world you’re going to convince him to pretend to be your partner. You stared at him still in daze as your phone fall to your neck trying to think of anything, maybe a plan b. But then his eyes meet yours making you flinch. As much as you take pride in everything and how good you are in handling men, this is not what you signed for, you can’t just flipped him off just to escape.

You took a few step back when he stand up, looking at you like he figured something out, like he caught you red handed causing your heart to pound with his boldness, his eye contact. Nothing else present inside of your mind other than to run away like a coward until you feel a hand grabbing your shoulder.

“Is that your date?” You heard a voice from behind you, soft, deep and alluring making you turn your body back to face him. It was the same man from the elevator. He was looking down at you then inside the restaurant where his orbs moves like he was watching at someone’s movement

“He’s coming. Play along.” He whispered snaking his hand around your waist pulling you closer as he’s showing his card, probably a membership some sort of card and the receptionist usher you both to one of the table near the window walking past Kim Younghoon who was about to ask something with his pointer finger out like he was about to state a matter of fact. But you both just brush past him.

“I owe you.” You said looking back to the guy who was still bragging about his status and starting to cause a commotion before few waiter had to usher him out.

“I feel bad though.” You heaved turning your body back facing the man who just saved you.

“You can still catch him.” He lean back still smiling and you wince to the thought of being around someone like that.

“He is in good hands now.” You nod convincing him and he let out a laugh.

“So.” He starts, leaning forward clasping his both hands on top of the table looking at you with the smile that seems to never fade even for a moment. “I heard you’re looking for partner to a wedding.” You raise your eyebrow tilting your head.

“You’ve been listening.” You said straighten your body to sit properly facing him.

“Couldn’t help it.” He chuckled and you side eyed him with a smile shaking your head looking anywhere else avoiding eye contact. “So who’s wedding is it?” He ask again

“Its my cousin.” You breathed out and lean back as you eyed a waitress came filling his glass, its hard not to notice how she was smitten by the guy that was sitting right in front of you, constantly stealing a glance here and then before walking to your side with a professional smile before filling yours. you nod to her as a gratitude while looking to the man himself who is now looking at you. You hold his stare for a little longer, letting yourself lost in his strong yet soft gaze that seems to shake everything within you.

“So tell me about your cousin.” He said without breaking the eye contact while leaning forward resting his both elbow on the table.

“Seems like he’s more interesting than i am.” You teased taking a sip of your wine pouting playfully right after.

“I’m afraid if i ask about you first i might scare you away.”

“Oh it takes a lot to scare me off-” you stop leaving your sentence hanging and tilt your head a little to the side, brow twitching with a playful smirk trying to read him whose expression never change even the slightest. You were trying to figure him out like any other men you’ve been sitting with you in the same scenario only the other was your mission to dig their secrets while this one right here perks your interest itself.

“So-” He dragged his words, eyes wavered looking for the right word or right question to ask making you scoff softly before letting out a soft smile, he was an easy one to read.

“You look like you had broke a couple of hearts, but I don’t think you even know how to flirt. Am i right?” you ask in between chuckle and he raise his both hand in defeat with his smile before settles back to staring at you.

“I just got out from the marine.” He started and your eyebrow twitch again filled with interest.

“are you completing your military service?”

“No, more like I’m a coast guard.” He said and your mouth formed an ‘o' while nodding to the information. No wonder he looked a little stiff, you thought to yourself.

“So getting back on the shores is quite a challenge. being around new people and like being in a whole new place. its like starting all over again.” He said with a troubled expression and it tug some strings from inside of you. But instead of comforting him, you try to light his mood a little.

“I see. So am I the first person to have dinner with you?”

“Yeah.” He smiled biting his lips which you mirrored right away gnawing your own lower lip. You were glad that he’s an easy one to distract and somehow my making him smile, you feel at ease.

“So what should i ask?” He ask you making you let your head fall back as a laugh erupted from you seeing how innocent he was.

“You can ask anything. Or maybe start exchanging our name.”

“Oh right. I’m Juyeon. Lee Juyeon.” He held out his hand to you over the table and you shake his hand telling him your name.

The night went off with three course meal and exchanging a bit information about yourself carefully not to spill your secrets while he telling you about his life in marine.

“Aren’t you lonely?” You ask him after wiping your lips and let the waitress take away the last plate away. “I mean living on a ship in the middle of the sea.”

“Sometimes.” He smile. “But loneliness became a friend to me when i couldn’t sleep at night. I was so used to it that getting back in city make me feel so lost and quite bothered by the sound.” He chuckled before pausing, looking down like he was thinking about something. “I feel like a stranger, a foreigner in my own home.” He said with a forced smile and in that moment you want nothing other than to protect him and stay as long as you could with him by his side knowing how hard to cope back into the civilization after being isolated for so long from the outside world. Even now, you still had a hard time seeing stranger or even engage a small talk. Then you realize how easy every words came out from your mouth when you were with him all night, which you decided to be his friend.

“You want me to show you around?” you offered and his face light up brighter than before making your stomach to churn at the sight.

“If you don’t mind.” He beamed brightly and you look at your watch which shows that you’ve been sitting with him for almost two hours.

“We can walk a little.” You said and he raise his hand to call the waitress. You took your purse which he beat you to it by handing the waitress his black card.

“Just let me thank you for being my first friend.” He said and you smile to him

“I’ll treat you for tteokbokki later on. I’m sure you haven’t had that for a while.”

“But we just ate.”

“Really? That’s enough for you?” You scoffed and he just chuckled shaking his head.

“Juyeon, have you done settling in?” Lt. General Lee asked as soon as Juyeon came in into his office.

“Almost, I got a help from a friend.” He answered as a small smile creep as soon as the image of you appeared inside his mind.

“Ah, I see you’ve made friend.” Lt. General Lee smile and gestured him to sit on the leather couch in the middle of his large office while he took the one right across from Juyeon.

“Don’t you think its too early for me to replace you?” Juyeon asked and the older man stop mid sitting before chuckling to Juyeon’s words.

“Straight to the point aren’t we.” Lt. General Lee lean back on the leather couch looking at his own son. He was actually expecting that exact answer from him, and he know he will be having a hard time to convince him,

“six year being on the sea and three year commanding your own ship is more than enough Juyeon.” he added and Juyeon shake his head to it.

“Commanding my own ship is a whole lot different from things in here dad. Just let me start from the bottom and work my own way up to earn your place rather than sitting there just because i am your son. I don’t like that and I don’t think people will respect me for that.” The older man only smile to his son’s words for knowing well how honest he is with everything. But the thoughts of the ugly side of the law made him feel nothing but worries for his son. He realize that he need to trust Juyeon capability to keep himself safe. only for now, until he could find a way to protect Juyeon.

“I know you would say that. That is why I’m placing you with Colonel Kim. You can go report yourself to him now Captain.”

“I’ll see you around dad.”

“Hey you.” You coos as soon as the door to Juyeon’s apartment open revealing the man himself who greet you back with the brightest smile that turn his eyes into a crescent moon making you feel warmth just at the sight.

“Hey.” He greet back glancing back to his apartment then back to you and you could heard the sound of cutleries while a smell of home cook food manage to escape from inside of his apartment and seep into your nose.

“Bad time?” you asked before he shake his head.

“Not really.” He said with a smile slowly growing on his face with an expression like he had thought of something. “My parent came. You should join us for dinner.” He said by grabbing your arm which you dodge to it with an awkward laugh.

“I shouln’t interrupt your family time.” You smile sheepishly to him pushing a bag with potted plant inside of it to his chest but he manage you get a grip of your wrist with a playful smile.

“Who is it honey?” You heard a soft voice that belongs to a woman before she came into view and saw you over Juyeon’s shoulder that light up her face instantly as soon as she saw you anf Juyeon stepped aside to let the woman to see you which you greet her back with a deep bow.

“Who is this lovely lady Juyeon?”

“This is the one that been helping me settling in mom.” He place his hand on your back before softly push you into his apartment while you try to glue your feet to the ground trying not to move.

“Oh, you must be Y/N. Come in, we just about to have dinner.”

“No Mrs Lee its fine.” You decline politely trying to back off, but Juyeon’s hand still holding your back stopping you from moving. “I was just passing by. I wouldn’t want to be a nuisance.”

“Nonsense.” She walks towards you and softly pull your hand leaving you no choice but to comply. You look back to Juyeon with a frown but he just followed suit with a smile.

“His dad decided to cook tonight just for this special occasion that Juyeon had permanently transferred to the head quarters.” She beamed eagerly looking back and forth between you and the dinner table where you saw a tall man who was preparing something on the kitchen counter. His back facing yours

“We have a guest?” He ask without looking away from whatever he was doing while Juyeon were ushering you to the dinner table that you both had bickered over the darker shade or just white, but you won the fight and he end up having an edgy black wooden dinner table that fit well with the white with black and grey streak ceramic floor.

"I told you it fit well with the floor. You just need to add more lighting over it." You nag again making scoff rolling his eyes.

"Yeah whatever Y/N." He said making you giggle before his mom's voice breaking the small moment between both of you.

“Yes honey, its Y/N, the one Juyeon been telling us about.” She said and you watch as Juyeon making his way to his father to help leaving you a little restless sitting on the chair while the other were busy. You decided to stand up and help too but the sound of your chair screeched against the floor made his father to turn back and you stop when you lock gaze with the awfully familiar face. You notice that he was taken aback too by your presence until Juyeon turn his head to look back at your direction and you had to clear your throat pretending to look away and sit back down awkwardly before standing up again when his mother came with the food giving you a good excuse not to squirm nervously on your seat.

The dinner seems to weighted by the silence which the tense was only felt by you and Juyeon’s father who keep glancing at you here and there while Juyeon and his mom was being oblivious and keep talking about random thing which you couldn’t even process when you’re being held under the keen eyes of his father.

“So, what do you do for a living Y/N?” His mom suddenly ask making you stop chewing for a second before looking at her, then to both men.

“I uh, I’m a archaeologist.” The lies slip off from your tongue just like an air, and you notice how Mr Lee spare you a glance for a moment before getting back on his meal silently.

“Really?” Juyeon said appalled from the new information which cause his mom to look at him questioningly.

“You didn’t know?” She asked and he shake his head smiling sheepishly scratching the back of his neck for missing the most basic information about you even after spending a few days together.

“I don’t actually like to talk about my work. Its kind of boring.” You added which his mom nod to it before you too getting back to your meal and let both mother and son talk about various things mostly about their distant family and Mrs Lee always try to include you into the conversation just so you wont feel left out which you silently thankful for.

“Where’s you parents now Y/N? Do they live far?” You heart pounded one beat harder at the sudden question that you had to clear your throat to cover whatever expression that was about to show on your face. It was a simple question and it never matter to you since no one ever asked. But it sounds so different when someone finally did.

“I’m an orphan.” You said shifting your head to face Mrs Lee, but your eyes wander elsewhere because you didn’t want to see any of their expression. You didn’t want to see pity from them even how strong the sympathy radiates from across the table.

“I’m so sorry.”

“No its really fine. I still have my cousins though.”

“The one that going to get married next week right Y/N?” Juyeon added trying to light up the atmosphere again and you nod with a smile.

“Thank you so much for the dinner Mrs Lee. I had a great time.” You said after helping Mrs Lee with the dishes while Juyeon and his father already getting cozy on the couch with beers in hand having a small conversation.

“Are you leaving already honey?” His mom ask touching your shoulder gently and you smile while nodding to her. “Sorry about his father, he don’t really talk much during dinner.” She adds again and you just smile to her words.

“You can stay a little longer you know.” She offered.

“Thank you Mrs Lee but i should let you spend more time with him since he just got back.”

“Alright then, but let him walk you to you car at least.” She caressed your head with the most genuine smile that almost break your heart for lying to her almost about everything the whole night.

“Sorry about my parents.”

“Why? They’re great.” You said

“Really? My dad always scares my friends off.”

“I can see that,” you smiled looking straight to the elevator door which is almost your everyday view since you’ve been helping him moving in and arrange things inside his new apartment.

“I kind of feel bad thought.” He said as you both got into the elevator.

“I don’t know much about you. I guess i didn’t ask the right questions and keep missing the basic small information about you.”

“Why does it matter?”

“We’re friends aren’t we? Friend shares thing with each other.”

“Right.”

“I will take this as a coincidence now Y/N. Since I know you have nothing against me in particular.” Lt. General Lee voice sounds much deeper and more distant than any other day when he was briefing out your mission for your team. Even the way he stand back facing you while looking out through the glass window to the base where a few chopper and vehicle were parked and his soldier walking around doing their thing had turn the atmosphere heavier in the early morning.

“I promise he will not hear a word from me anymore sir.” Was the only thing you could offer him at the moment, the only thing to keep the truce between you and him.

“That is what first came into my mind as soon as I saw you last night Y/N.”

“I understand that sir.” You said without looking away from the back of his neck showing how determined you are in keeping your words. But he just let out a soft scoff.

“I had give it a long thought last night and thinking maybe i should try to look or think about it from a different perspective. Maybe you met him for a reason Y/N. Just like how I met you.His personal matter had nothing to do with us or his place at the NIS.” He turn back to take a look at you who standing straight, both hand tucked at your back just like any soldiers always does when they were face to face with higher ranks. But the way you look straight into his eyes was evident that you aren’t one of his soldier. Not one of his trainees. But after years of carrying his secret mission under the command of one of his respected Captain, you gained his trust. He took pride on taking you into his secret division when never once you fail or turn your back against your team. Just the thought of you with his son, making him feel uneasy. But by seeing how his son had thought of you as his friend and the way Juyeon mentioned you a lot during their conversation last night, Lieutenant Lee knew you had found yourself a place inside his son heart. So he came into a conclusion since he is sure that you are in both of his and his son’s side, you could be a way of help to keep his goals.

“I need you to protect him.” He said finally taking a seat before gesturing you to take a sit right opposite from him. “There is a reason why I made a request for him to be transferred here. I’ve been having this thoughts about retirement for a really long time.” He paused clasping his hand together, staring it for a little while before looking back at you. “The one that have been keeping me here is each everyone of you in this division. It took my entire career to establish this division, to keep it as it is now and too keep it away from falling to wrong hands. I believe you know what and who i meant by that.” You give him a curt nod to his explanation before he continue by leaning back, turning his chair to the side until now he face the picture each and everyone of the soldier from all three team of his division. Each one of every accomplishment and medals except for yours. You only appeared in the group photo.

“You’re a one special woman Y/N, even without words you manage to make everyone to like you. We rarely share a words or conversation together, but you know how much I admire your work ethic, you earned everyone in this division’s trust and respect. The more i said it out loud, i’ve gained more confident in entrusting my son on your hand. You are the first to heard this from me, which also mean that i put my full trust on you. You do know how the NIS has been long compromised with all those corrupted officer and few of the ministers. Which is the main reason why the president agreed when i came up with this division. But for years, we’ve been meddling with cases that that are tied to some of the VIP in the blue house which made us a threat to them. They have been doing everything to find out about this division and i believe the moment i step down from this chair, they will hunt all of you down. So I’ve been meaning to hand this division to my son.” He take a deep breath after the long explanation looking into your eyes with an evident worry inside his eyes.

“What’s the problem?”

“You see, Juyeon has been on the sea since he graduated from the military school and he know nothing about the bad side of the law. No matter how good he is in what he does, he is gullible to this corrupted law enforcement and it’ll be hard to explain to him which i don’t even know where to start.”

“If he found out about me,”

“Everything you have done in the past four years already enough for your redemption Y/N. You’ve always been one of us.”

“How should I keep him safe?”

“Know about his mission, just keep him alive. You should know better what to do. Consider this as a request from a father. The moment they know he’s my son, they will do anything to keep him away from the chair. I know this division had been a family to you. Consider that if you keep him safe, you’ll be able to keep this entire thing in tact. This division future now in your hand Y/N.”

“What about my team?”

“Keep this between us for a while. I will announce it to them, but not in the nearest time. So you should carry on with your mission as usual. But make sure to put him first before anything else.”

“I will do my best sir.” You said in more calmed tone before he gave you a nod and you stand to make your way out from his small office. Then his words stop you from turning the knob.

“He like you Y/N. In a way I know that more than a friend.” You turn back to look at him trying to keep your calm facade, trying to act that you're not affected by it at all. “Take that as an advantage to approach him. To gain his full trust.”

I edited the rank of Juyeon's dad, it was meant to be Lieutenant General, but for some reason i thought it'll be okay for me to just put Lieutenant rather than Lieutenant General because its too long and i thought the reader might get it. Silly me. Edited.

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His Princess - Chris Evans x Reader

Title: His Princess

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: Hello!! I’m so happy your requests are open again! Can you write Chris Evans going on set to his gf’s music video of "Beauty and the Beast" (w/ John Legend) and he’s so happy to date a «princess» please?

“Alright, one more for the net. Just stay like that, you look wonderful!”

You couldn't help but giggle at the enthusiasm of the young assistant. What with your manager being unable to show up any of the days of the filming the way she normally would and her always wanting you to have someone with you all the time besides bodyguards, make up artists and stylists that would be there more as a friend than anything else. And so her assistant was yours for the week as well, and you would be lying if you said you weren't already having great fun just by being around her. Not to mention the excitement of being on the set itself and living the dream quiet literally already had you grinning the whole day long as you skipped around the place.

“Alright, is this good?” you asked, resting your chin on your palm, nearly kneeling down on the floor so that the dress looked more like a flower that had enveloped you whole. The maroon color only a great contrast against the white walls of the small room and the lights shining over your diamonds jewellery.

“That's perfect, yes!” she nearly squealed, snapping another photo that made you laugh “Alright, I'm pretty sure we've got more than plenty of photos and videos now. I'm gonna get out of your hair now and see what little I can post to tease the fans. Oh and Eric left the gloves on the chair in the corner. He said it would be best if you wore them because they wanted to run a few tests with cameras and see if they will keep them or not in the end.”

“Alright, Coco, don't worry. I've got this.” you nodded your head, already picking up the fabric and slipping it through your fingers “See you in a couple minutes!”

It wasn't long before you were left in your own devices by the assistant and a calm silence fell in the room. You looked at your reflection, fixing your gloves and dress you hummed the tune of the song.

Taking your phone you scrolled through your feed, one last time before you went to work, only to soon take notice of the photos that had already been uploaded by Coco and grinned widely when you saw that some of your friends had already commented, earning a soft laugh from you as you went through them. Most of them already knew about the filming you were doing for the song of the new Beauty and The Beast movie. You had been overly excited both about the opportunity to sing the song itself – alongside none other than John Legend at that – and even more film the music video. You were so thrilled even before you got started, there was no stopping you from telling your friends everything about it even before you got started.

After so many years in the music industry, so many worldwide tours and music videos and albums later, and more than just a few in the movie industry as well you had seen and experienced so many things and yet you still got so excited over the most simple projects. Much like this one, there was not a single thing you didn't look forward to. At first you were sure it was going to be in a unique location but it was a totally different thing getting to actually see it, especially when you realized that most of it was real and not just a green screen. So with a beautiful set, dressed quiet literally like a princess it was impossible for it all to not feel like a fairytale and have you enticed even before you got started.

“Disney princess or the new Queen of Asgard? Easily both!” Chris Hemsworth had commented.

“Could have not said it better, Chris! What would a King be without her Queen after all?” Tessa comments made you grin.

“Safe to say, running Marvel and Disney has never looked more classy!” it was one from RDJ.

“And then they said not to believe in fairytales. Looking stunning as ever! If you wanna switch up a Captain, I'm always available!” your friend's comment made you laugh and you made a mental note to reply to Brie the second you got the chance to.

“Alright, so what petition do I need to sign to have them make this a live-action Disney movie now?” Liz Olsen with a great variety of emojis.

You couldn't help your smile all the while you scrolled down the comments, seeing many more not just from costars, friends or other celebrities and plenty from fans; but it was all the while a bit too tight. It didn't reach your eyes, certainly not the more you looked and found no comment from your boyfriend. You knew you shouldn't hold it against him but part of you couldn't help but feel the first waves of sadness wash over your soul. Mainly because he was the one that knew most about this song and video clip, how nervous and excited you had been from the first moment; it felt like he had been with you the whole way through all of it and therefore you wanted him to see this too, even if it was only part of what was to come.

On one hand the fact that he was such a big Disney fan was no secret either and it had always made your eagerness to see his reaction to this grow even more. And on the other, loving the man so much meant that his compliments always held a different, much more big, significance to you. Maybe, you realised slowly as you dwelled on it more, it also had a lot to do with the way he said everything. There was always so much emotion in them, such great love and admiration and adoration and every other beautiful feeling he felt for you, showing through not only his words but also his eyes, expression and touches that after all these years you had learned to picture even when he was not close to you.

You decided not to think any more of it, realising that he surely had work to do and it would be better if you focused on it. The fact that you missed said man because you had not seen him in over week due to said work completely put aside.

Setting your phone aside you started making some final checks on your dress and looks, getting the feel of it as you signed softly to yourself “Tale as old as time. True as it can be. Barely even friends, than somebody bends-”

“Unexpectedly.” the singing was soft in your ear, the breath fanning over your cheek and bare neck before a pair of arms sneaked around your waist and a pair of lips were pressed on your neck, making shivers run down your entire spine with such intensity you couldn't hold back a gasp. When a squeeze came next you didn't even have the time react because his one hand slid up to your arm and rested on your shoulders, drawing the familiar goosebumps you had so missed the past couple days.

You would have leaned back into the firm broad chest, the action as natural as blinking. Every curve and edge of your body always seemed to fit perfectly with his no matter the position and you would be a big liar if you said your body was already reacting to his touch. Your heart with its unruly heartbeat – one that easily matched his – and your lungs refusing to take in a deep breath as the pleasant warmth spread through hands around you were easily a sign of who it was, every cell in your recognizing the contact.

Your eyes widened and your vision nearly blurred as you turned around to face the man you had not even realized was there but could recognize even with your eyes completely closed. “Chris?”

“Your highness.” his smile got even bigger when you turned to lock eyes with his and oh wasn't that a sight to make your entire day worth it, if anything making all of your worries and fears disappear. His eyes were so soft, filled with so much adoration and almost sparkling in a way you had not seen before.

You stared at him for what felt like an eternity, unable to believe he was there, looking at you so lovingly. His hands were cupping your face and only when you heard him whisper “Hello, my love.” did reality dawn on you. Realizing it wasn't a dream you almost squealed before you jumped in his arms, wrapping yours around his shoulders. Earning a deep chuckle that made his chest ramble, you couldn't hold your own laughter when you felt it against your own chest.

“Oh my gosh.” you choked out, eyes squeezed shut as you tried to force yourself not to cry “Chris.” you pulled just slightly away to look into his eyes, cupping his face in both your hands. Your eyes roamed over his face, taking everything in as it felt nearly impossible to believe this was happening. You leaned in to press your lips to his in an urgent kiss that still earned a soft laugh from him. You let out a soft breath when you pulled away and as you rested your forehead against his you repeated “Chris.” and he smiled even more widely “You're here. How?”

“Do you really question that? I would travel from the other side of the world for you.” and his smile turned into a small smirk “Isn't that what a prince always does?”

“Why-” your smile turned more into a smirk as you slowly started pulling away, despite the small sound of protest that came from his lips “I didn't know you were officially my prince charming. That is a title that must be earned, is it not?”

“And it would be my greatest honor to...” he started with a small smirk of his own which eventually faded much like his words as he fully took in the sight of you in the beautiful gown, with the jewelry and gloves adorning the whole look, you realised he was completely at a loss for words.

“Well, seeing as you didn't see the photos posted on instagram yet, I'll ask now: How do I look?” you probably already looked confident enough but that didn't mean you didn't want to hear his opinion more than anybody else's.

“Dear” his eyes were wide as he took everything in “Marry me already.”

And as you expected it wasn't he words, or at least not only the words, which made your heart leap to your throat. It was the pure love and awe that filled his eyes, his smile brighter than you had ever seen it. It was the way his voice became low, almost hoarse as if his throat closed from the overwhelming emotion in his chest. It was the way he reached out for you again and slowly traced his fingers over yoru cheek, touch light as a feather, as if he feared to break you. In his eyes you saw you were more than just a fragile porcelain doll, way more important and precious to him than anything actually.

“I'm fairly sure I wouldn't mind the idea, however, should you not do something heroic to say the least to earn that right? To have the hand of a princess and even more her heart, that requires more effort, don't you think?” you said with a smirk and he chuckled before straightening his back.

“Why, your highness, had I known you'd be so open to the idea I'd have brought the ring with me. It has been tucked in the back of my drawer for too long, I fear.” he said it so casually and truthfully, without a hint of pretend for the sake of the small momentary fairytale you were living through, that it made you pause for a second to hold your breath and blink at him.

Too caught up with your own thoughts you didn't even have the chance to question anything when he spoke again. A soft laugh escaped his lips as he slowly took both your hands in his, the act slipping for the moment, as he whispered again “My gosh, you look stunning. How did I ever get so lucky in my life?”

“It's no big deal.” you felt bashful all of a sudden and you were well aware it was because of the way your heart had sped up at the thought of said ring which he had joked about a long time ago but not in this way, not with such underlacedhonesty and seriousness.

“No big deal?” his eyebrows raised “I'm standing in front of the most beautiful disney princess to ever exist, both on the inside and on the outside. And on top of it all she is my girl and only mine. I'd say I don't deserve this kind of love but who am I to judge? My ideal fairytale I coming to life, this is too good to be true and yet it is. I'll take whatever you have to give me and offer everything I can in return. Who knows-” he pulled away, you not having realized when his forehead had come to rest against yours “Maybe I'll do a job good enough or the ring will be impressive enough to make at least a bit something like a prince charming.”

The wink he sent your way earned a laugh from your own lips, easing some of the tense feeling in your chest. You realised there was no reason to dwell on it or overstress it, not at the moment, so you let your smile become more easy if not more teasing “I'm sure you'd have plenty to offer, my kind sir. But first, if only in order for a proper courtship, you must have to catch me, don't you?”

“I must wha-” he started but all words died on his lips. You were sure he had already caught up somehow, the glint in his eyes telling you as much, but didn't give him the chance to fully question it before you were already pulling away from him and with a wink, opening the door and sprinting down the long hallway.

You heard the deep laugh, filling the entire hallway and with only the smallest glance over your shoulder you saw the man start to follow you fast enough. Grinning you picked up your dress and with that, picked up your pace so that you were running. As if the feeling of the dress bouncing around like a soft cloud, the air warm inside the building but present nonetheless - not only because of the running but also because of the studio you were fast approaching and that you remembered had more than a few doors and windows – wasn't enough to make you laugh, hearing your boyfriend's laughter as he tried to catch you get louder made you feel as if you were flying more than running.

“(Y/n)? What are you-”

You recognised the voice immediately but didn't have the time to reply let alone stop for even a second when you heard Chris get closer “Can't talk now Chrissy, I gotta go! Ah!” you actually yelped – or perhaps it was her, though the laughter that came next were surely hers when your boyfriend nearly bumped into John's wife and his apologies were the proof because you didn't turn to see – before you quickly run around a corner and down some stairs.

It wasn't even a couple seconds later that you found yourself running inside the studio itself, the cameras all around as the crew was setting everything up for the filming. You almost got so carried away by the entire place, many things having been added since the morning when you first showed up, and in the middle of admiring the realistic set of a castle they had managed to build. You were sure if you had not been in any hurry, you could have easily spent hours wanderingaround the place and admiring the detailed work, getting lost in a daydream much like a fairytale. But, again, you were in a hurry and as you felt the first fingers slip over your waist, aside from earning a small yelp from you they managed to get you moving again, or more specifically running.

“You have to be faster than that, darling.” you grinned, rounding the piano so that you were on the one side and he on the other.

“Who says I am being nearly half as fast as I can really be? Who says that if I really wanted to I wouldn't already have my hands on you?” he smirked, raising an eyebrow at you that made you giggle “I am merely being your perfect prince charming.”

“Alright, first; I like the sound of that but it's not going to make me give in just yet. And second; we both know that you're just being a sore loser here. You haven't caught me yet not because you can't. You're also a sore looser, not a prince charming, dear.”

He groaned, placing a hand over his chest “Another wound, all within the span of only a couple minutes. How do I survive this? Oh yes, in fairytales, a kiss always always does wonders, doesn't I? If only my princess would be kind enough to not run away from me anymore and instead save my life?”

You had to admit that although he was being both dramatic and cheeky, and you had to keep serious, you couldn't hold back your wide smile as you spoke “For starters, you will have to earn it. And-” you paused, jumping away as he made a move to run around the piano but you were fast to get away so that you had now swapped places “If I may ask, what's the first one?”

“Wouldn't you know? As if you can't see my bleeding heart which has been struck worse today at seeing you like this. But-” another jump that got him dangerously close “I suppose if I can't get a kiss, I will make it my last wish that you wear a similar dress soon.” his words made you frown until he added “Only in total white. And really, the soonest possible so we should probably start making a guests list.”

“Chris” you caught yourself pausing, longer than expected and than should be right in this case but you felt like you had no control of your body at the moment “This is not a funny joke anymore.”

“Who said it was one in the first place?” he asked, and you could swear you heard Chrissy and John gasp softly in the background. At some point you had even seen them but now your entire mind was blank. You focused on Chris, his voice much softer than before, his posture having relaxed as if to let you know he wasn't playing any game of sorts “And maybe-” he took a slow tentative step towards you, eyes on you to judge your reaction all the time. When he saw you didn't move away from him, he took more steps closer to you “If you'd let me, I could show you real soon that I was serious from the first moment.”

“Wha-” but you stopped yourself because you knew that wasn't the answer you wanted so bad to ask, it wasn't the one your heart longed for to be answered so instead you whispered “How?”

Chris leaned in to press a kiss on your forehead, extending a hand which you took before he said another hing “First, I believe it's best if you get to job as fast as possible. And for that to happen, it would be right of me to stop playing around. So, what do you say we start things the way only in fairytales they do: a dance?”

“It doesn't necessarily happen in this order but-” you smiled, glancing over his shoulder to see John and his wife do the same, the music having only second now starting to play “I think we've already found the perfect song, so why not?”

“Think of it... as practice.”

#chris #chris evans #chris imagine #chris evans imagine #chris x reader #chris evans x reader #chris fanfiction #chris evans fanfiction #chris one shot #chris evans one shot #beauty and the beast

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riverbabyniyah23 · 3 years

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Plot : Gabriella are the daughter of tiana and neaven aka princess and the frog and you come to riverdale and meet new friends

Also riverdale high is a school of daughters and sons of the famous Disney princess and princes

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Gabriella POV

I am Gabriella Maldonia daughter of Tiana and Naveen I am from New Orleans but I'm moving to riverdale my parents says it's a place where I get to know people like me princess and prince daughters and sons of stories that could be and can be told I got accepted in to it my family is moving there I'm happy that I got accepted It's the last week in New Orleans and we had parties but it's not like that don't happens every week but then it the time came and we had to leave New Orleans my mama and daddy supported me in every way

Then we got settled in and then it came to the first day at school and I went to my first class I walked in and everyone looked at me I was the shy but when people get to know me I'm not as shy as they think I am stubborn my daddy always said it was something I got from my mom

"Ms. Maldonia I have been expecting you come on in " I said then I shyly walked up to him

"Shy type huh?" He said and I nodded a little

"Well can you go sit next to sweet pea " then he pointed and I looked at him he was handsome really really handsome but I went and sat next to him

"Hi I'm sweet pea son of jasmine and Aladdin who are you the daughter of?" He asked and I just looked at him

"Oh so your that shy huh?" He asked and I shrugged

"Oh don't worry I'll get past that " and then I smiled at him and he smiled back at me then we payed attention to class

And then it was lunch and I was at my locker and was getting my lunch that I packed and I shut my locker and I saw sweet pea standing right there and made me jump a little and made him chuckle

"Sorry i didn't mean to scare you I was going to ask if you wanted to sit with me and my friends at the lounge!?" He asked and I nodded my head

"Ok follow me!" He said and I followed him in to the lounge and we stood in front of his friends

"Guys this is - well I don't know exactly what her name is but she's new to school " sweet pea said

"Oh new friends wonderful " a dark haired girl said and smiled and sweet pea sat down and I sat down next to him

"So new girl whose your parents?" A tanned boy asked and everyone looked at me

"T-Tiana and naveen " i said softly

"Oh so you do talk?" Sweet pea asked and I chuckled a little

"I'm shy I had to be at least 40 minutes within school to talk to someone " and I shrugged

"So who are all of you?" I asked

"Im jughead son of Ariel and Eric "

"I'm Betty daughter of Goldie locks"

"Veronica daughter of Snow White"

"Cheryl daughter of Merida "

" Archie son of Hercules "

"Fangs son of tinker bell"

"Toni daughter of Moana "

" Reggie son of mulan"

"Kevin son of belle "

"And you already know me" then I smiled and they all smiled back at me

"So don't mind me by asking what's your family's story I mean we all know eachother's mine is my father was the son of a god but he found love and ended up having me what's yours?" Archie asked

"Long or short version?" I asked and everyone said in unison "long "

"We'll have you all heard the frog prince?" I asked and they all nodded

"We'll see that kinda sent my mom on a path my mom once said when she was younger and I quote I will never never ever ever kiss a frog yuck! Boy was she wrong see my mom was never a princess growing up she lived in a beautiful neighborhood where they loved my grandfather cooking Especially his gumbo my mom and him always cooked and which set her on a path for her dream , cooking and starting her own place and she said she would name it Tiana's place but sadly my grandfather didn't live to see it because he died in world war 1 "

"Go on I'm getting interested in this story!" Betty said and I smiled

"Well my momma promised him that she would live her dream but one day she was able to get a place it had some work to do from what she told me but it was hers but then she found out she lost it while all that was happening my father came to town aka New Orleans and yes I was born and raised there anyway my father had a problem of his own he WAS a prince but he lost my grandparents kicked him out and he was broke also he really didn't know how to do anything himself. but then he meant someone he called him self the shadow man because of his power from his necklace but my father had someone with him Lawrence see the shadow man was a bad man he took the blood of my father and put it in that necklace of his and was able to turn Lawrence in to my father so he would be the prince and he turned my father in to... well a frog" and then Reggie almost chocked on his drink and everyone eyes widened

"FINALLY SOMEONE WHO PARENT TURNED IN TO AN ANIMAL " Cheryl screamed and my eyes widened

"Wait what did your parent turn in to ?" I asked Cheryl

"Oh technically my grandma and my uncles they turned in to bears "

"Huh!? We should hang out more often " and she smiled and I smiled back

"Anyway do y'all wanna keep on hearing this story? Or y'all getting tired of it ?" I asked

"No please go on!" Archie said while eating

"Well then after that there was a party for my godmother Charlotte who was my mom bestfriend and still is also who was supposed to meet the prince see she believed in love and wanted her fairy tale dream come true while at the time my mom didn't think she needed a man to make her dreams come true later that night that Charlotte meant the prince my mom found out she lost the place where she was going to have her place at and she ended up falling in to the table and Charlotte went to help her out and she put on a beautiful dress while Charlotte went back to the fake prince my mother went outside on the balcony and wished apon a wishing star and all of a sudden a frog appeared next to her that frog was my father he caught her off Guard when he said hi to her see my father thought like the frog prince he would be able to kiss a princess and turn back in to a human he told my mom the plan she hesitated at first but kissed him anyway plot twist she turned in to a frog as well and when that happened they ended up in the bayou and meant a alligator who wanted to play music and play jazz"

"See i believe that he became a frog because we have someone hear who went threw the similar type a problem but a alligator who wanted to play jazz come on now?!" Sweet pea said

"Oh really?! Ok " I said then got my phone and played a video of me and my family friend Louis who always been family to me and he looked at me shocked and I showed everyone and they were shocked to

"See told you Louis Surely know how to play jazz " and I smiled

"Ok frog girl please continue!" Reggie said

"You would be surprised how much I was called that back home but please my name is Gabriella but my friends call me bri or Ella " and then they all smiled

"So what happened next they meant a fly named ray and he lead them to mama odie she was how a put this a voodoo priestess she is really powerful for a very very very old lady she might be very old but she surely knows how to party" then I giggled a little

"Come on how old can she be to be very very old?" Jughead asked then I cleared my throat

"She is 223 years old" and Veronica dropped her fork her eyes widened

"Excuse me did you just say 223?!" Toni asked and I nodded

"Yep but anyway she gave my mother and father advice and told them they had until midnight they found out my father had to kiss Charlotte yeah I know a lot of twist and turns but then my mother taught him that he could do stuff by him self with no help and found out he was in love with my mother and tried to tell her but then got locked up in a box by the shadow man and then my mother found out she was in love with Him when that happened she went to the Mardi Gras but then thought she saw my father but it was actually Lawrence and on top of that she thought that she saw him human and with her bestfriend she was heart broken and ray tried to talk to her but she wouldn't budge she hoped away on her tiny feet as fast as she could then ray found out that wasn't him and helped my father and ended up taking the necklace that Lawrence had around his neck that was the shadow man's for his glamour and then the shadow man told the shadows to go after him he was able to get the necklace to my mother and she hopped away with it while ray stayed he might have been small but he surely had a lot of pride so much that he confronted the shadow man but shadow man ended up killing him and Louis found him on the ground while the shadow man went after my mother , my mother ended up defeating him breaking the necklace see the shadow man got that from I think some spirits or shadows but they toke him the shadow man was gone only leaving his last facial expression in the grave yard on a tombstone then my father was with Charlotte feeling her in on everything that happened and my mother got there but then Charlotte and my father ended up kissing but it didn't work it was already at midnight "

Then Cheryl gasped

"Then what happened?" Fangs asked

"Well they had a funeral for ray see he was in love with the star the wishing star Angeline she was his lover and he ended joining her making another star appear my parents didn't care weather they were frogs or human they loved eachother and at their as I put it nature wedding they kissed then turned back human leaving my mother in a beautiful green dress and my father in a green armer anyway my mother ended up making her dream come true with love of her prince naveen and my father learned not to be selfish and learned a valuable lesson they both did then they ended up having me Gabrielle ray Maldonia my middle name is named after somebody who not only saved New Orleans but also saved my parents, my parents say it's there love story but personally I call it the princess and the frog have a nice ring to it " I said

"Wow that was a beautiful story I loved it" sweet pea said

"Yeah it had twist and turns and love and pride " Veronica said

"Thanks " I said then I opened my lunch box to my gumbo and my beignets

"Wait what's that?" Jughead asked as I was pulling it it out

"Oh my momma famous beignets and gumbo these are my favorite food my mom is the best cook in New Orleans " I said then I opened my gumbo

"Y'all wanna try some ? I usually carry extra spoons but only when I'm feeling generous " I said then placed the gumbo on the middle of the table and spoons and they all looked at me

"Come on it's not poison if you taste it you will like it I promise " I said and they looked un sure at first but they all took a spoon and then toke some gumbo and they all put it in there mouth and there eyes widened and smiles appeared on there face

"Oh my god it's so delicious " Betty said licking the spoon

"Yeah your mom is a excellent cook !!" Jughead said then went back to take some more then I smacked his hand and he looked at me

"No double dipping "

"Ugh fine" he said and we all laughed Then I took my gumbo then started eating within 5 minutes I was finished and they all looked at me surprised

"Excuse me if I eat this like I'm an animal it's my favorite food " I said then they all laughed again then I took beignets out

"Girl how many do you have?" Veronica asked and i chuckled

"I always pack some extra just in case anyone wants one and apparently y'all like my moms cooking so here all of you take one these are my favorite dessert " I said then they all took one leaving me one in my box and I took it and they all took a bit out of there's

"Oh . My. God" Archie said and took another bit and i chuckled and toke a bit out of mine

"Oh it's like heaven in my mouth " Toni said eating it

"Exactly I love it" fangs said then toke another bite"

"Ugh! Why is it so good Imma need another one of these " Cheryl said then I finished mine and dusted off my hands then they all finished there's

"Sorry we toke a few only leaving you with one it was amazing!" Sweet pea said and I giggled

"No worries I can make more at home" I said then there eyes widened

"YOU MADE THESE " Betty said shocked

"Yep cooking runs in the family I was taught how to make gumbo and beignets at a young age that was my momma gumbo I like hers better then mine even tho we use the same ingredients but oh well and those beignets was made by me " I said and they smiled

"Well damn I'm going to need more" sweet pea said and I smiled

"Then I will most definitely bring y’all some of my momma food " then they all smiled

"So how was it living in New Orleans?" Fangs asked

"Oh it was the life we had parties every week I was singing with Louis also visiting my grandmama and mama odie in the bayou her teaching me the ways of voodoo since I was a child life was amazing " i said

"Then why did you move here ? I mean riverdale isn't like New Orleans " Toni asked

"I don't know I felt like I was missing something in my life my momma and daddy completely understood my momma thought it was her restaurant that she was missing but that was love as my mama odie always say you got to dig a little deeper to find out what ya need !" And I shrugged

"Do you think that you will find your prince someday?" Kevin asked

"Maybe I do maybe I don't it's not I like I'm giving up on love not giving up on love was a lesson my grandaddy taught my mother as a child my father just reminded her but if I find him I'll love him the same way my mother loves my father !" Then I smiled

"Oh just a question do any of you have powers from your parents story or pets?" I asked

"Oh I have super strength " Archie said and got up and lifted the couch where me sweet pea and Toni and fangs was sitting

"Woah!!"I said then he put us down and sat back in his seat

"I have a magic carpet ! BABA" sweet pea called and then I magic carpet came in flying to sweet pea and stood in front of him

"The carpet got a mind of its own baba go back to my locker please!" sweet pea said then the carpet came up to him and hit him in the face and I busted out laughing so did everyone else

"That ain't funny " sweet pea said and I kept laughing

"Oh that was a good one " I said and held out my hand so me and the carpet can to a high five and the carpet hit it

"Oh so now you both against me?!" Sweet pea said laughing a little

" I mean oh well !" I said then the carpet kept moving around me making me stand up

"Woah!!" I said as he was going around me and I looked at sweet pea and he looked surprised

"Sweet pea what's going on with baba?" I asked

"I don't know he have never reacted this way towards anyone before!" He said and then the carpet sat me down and then went probably back to sweet pea's locker

"What was weird it toke baba I few weeks to like me when we we first meant why did he like you all of a sudden ?" Sweet pea asked and I shrugged

"Eh anyway I can move water!" Toni said and took her water bottle and started moving her hand and water followed from her water bottle to her mouth

"Cool!"

"I'm a merman I can turn in to a merman every time I touch water my mother was a mermaid but my father is human " jughead said and I smiled

"I might be Merida daughter but I don't have powers I use my bow and arrow I also train " and I smiled

"I'm tinker bells son she is a fairy but my father is Peter Pan human so I can turn in to a fairy but also turn back human" fangs said

"I don't have powers but I surely know how to break in to stuff it's apart of my mothers story I also known for the trouble maker I always get in trouble " Betty said

"I don't have powers at all either but I have a looking glass but also I use my brain " Veronica said

"And I'm a worrier my mother saved all of China by proving that girls can fight and my father was a worrier too and I don't have powers!" Reggie said

"I don't have powers either but I'm really smart thanks to my love of books but sometimes I can go beast I mean really mean when I'm angry " Kevin said

"Wait do you have powers princess?" Sweet pea referred to me and I went really red and hid my face with my lunch box and everyone laughed and then I joined them

"Ok but really do you have powers?" Archie asked and I nodded

"Well what are they!" Betty asked smiling

"Oh uh I can do voodoo magic mama odie taught me spells I have my own spell book I also make spells" I said and there eyes widened

"Can we see ?" Sweet pea asked and I nodded

"Wait sweet pea where you get that black eye because I can heal it for you ! " I said and his eyes widened and he nodded

And I put my hand up to his eye and closed your eyes "by earth and air by fire and water so shall you hear my call powers by birth and rebirth powers of silence and peace heal his body and mind" and I opened my eyes and removed my hand and the black eye was gone

"Dude.." Archie said looking at sweet pea

"What is it gone?" He asked and I smiled and and everyone was shocked and Veronica gave sweet pea the looking glass and he looked at himself and his eyes widened and then he looked at me and back at the mirror and touched around his eye

"Oh my god is completely gone" Betty said

"How you do that " sweet pea said then give back the mirror to Veronica and then looked at me....

Part 2 coming!

#sweet pea #reggie mantle #swangs #fangs fogarty #bughead #riverdale betty #riverdale choni #disney #riverdale serpents #riverdale #princess tiana #jasmine #choni #sweet pea x oc #kevin keller

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kanawuts · 3 years

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The Girl Who Loved Fairy Tales

Inspired by this post by @panncakes

Part 1 Part 2

Part 3

Jane and Dr. Fai agreed to meet for lunch before their Disney movie not-a-date. Jane arrived at the restaurant first, early as always. Luckily, she didn’t have to sit alone with her thoughts for too long before Dr. Fai walked through the door. It took Jane a second to even recognize her without her white lab coat. She was wearing a floral sundress, red lipstick, and had curled her hair.

Jane could hear Tan’s teasing voice in her head. “She’s dressed for a daaaate.”

Even the imaginary version of Tan was annoying.

Suddenly Jane felt self-conscious. Was she underdressed? She glanced down at her outfit. No, this was her nicest pair of jeans. Plus, she was wearing heels. And her blouse was made of lace.

Wait a second.

Was she dressed for a date?

There was no time to ponder this, however, because Dr. Fai had made her way over to the table. Jane shot to her feet, banging her knee on the table leg in the process.

Pain shot through her leg.

What the fuck?

Why did she stand? That was definitely date behavior.

Jane attempted to turn her grimace of pain into a smile. “Hi, Dr. Fai. It’s great to see you again.”

“Please, just call me Fai. Is your knee okay? That looked like it hurt.”

“Didn’t hurt at all!” Jane lied, sitting back down. She picked up her menu, desperate to change the subject. “Have you been here before?”

“Been meaning to but haven’t had the chance yet. They keep me pretty busy over at the hospital. What about you?”

“I came here with Tan about a month ago, right after it opened.”

“Tan…that’s the guy you were with the other day at the hospital, right? Is he…” Fai seemed to hesitate. “Is he your boyfriend?”

“No, no, definitely not,” Jane said with a laugh. “He’s just a friend. I don’t have a boyfriend. I’m single.”

The word “single” felt strange on her lips. But now was definitely not the time to think about Pued.

“Gotcha,” Fai said.

Jane pretended she didn’t notice the relief in her eyes. “What about you? Do you have a boyfriend?”

Now it was Fai’s turn to laugh. “No, no boyfriend.”

It was impossible not to notice the emphasis she put on boy.

“A girlfriend?” Jane asked, a part of her desperately praying Fai would say yes. If she said yes, then that would prove Tan’s date theory wrong once and for all.

“Unfortunately, no,” Fai replied, her eyes locking with Jane’s. “No girlfriend.”

Fai had a very intense gaze, almost too intense. Jane was finding it extremely difficult to look away from her. She needed to stop staring and say something. Anything. But nothing was coming to her. Her mind had gone strangely blank. What even were words?

Fai really was so pretty. Her hair looked so nice like this.

Hey! Those were words. That was something she could say. Compliments were always good, right? But wait, wouldn’t that sound like she was flirting, if she complimented Fai’s appearance immediately after Fai had told her she didn’t have a girlfriend? Yes, it would definitely sound like flirting. She needed to think of something else to say…

“You two ready to order?” came the voice of the server, sounding oddly far away.

Jane gave a jolt, startled. She’d forgotten where they even were. Judging from the slightly dazed expression on Fai’s face, she had to.

The server took their orders and left. Jane and Fai were left once again sitting in silence, but this time neither of them was looking at the other. Jane fiddled with the clasp of her necklace. Fai folded up her straw wrapper.

Well.

This was awkward.

SAY SOMETHING! Jane’s brain screamed.

Why was she suddenly so horrible at making small talk? When had she become such a disaster? How much longer were they going to have to sit here in this painful silence? She glanced down at her phone. What time did the Disney marathon start again?

The Disney marathon! Of course!

“Do you know which films they’re showing?” Jane asked, relieved that her brain had finally remembered how to make conversation.

Fai glanced up, relief in her eyes, no doubt just as happy as Jane was that the silence had been broken. Yeah, I do!” she said. “It’s Snow White, Cinderella, The Little Mermaid, Beauty and the Beast, and The Lion King. I think there might be one or two others. Can’t remember what they are.

“Oooh, I hope it’s Aladdin. Or Mulan. Or Sleeping Beauty.” Jane laughed. “Who am I kidding? I love them all.” She took a sip of her water. “The Little Mermaid is my favorite though. What about you?”

“It’s The Little Mermaid for me as well,” Fai said. “I literally wore out my VHS tape of it when I was a kid from watching it so many times.”

“Oh my god, same,” Jane said. “And I had such a crush on Prince Eric.”

“I had crush on Ariel. Before I was even old enough to know that girls could have crushes on girls. I’d watch the movie on repeat just to look at her.”

Jane tried to decide how to reply to this. She didn’t want Fai to think she had any problem with her sexual orientation, but she also didn’t want to lead her on, to make her think that there was anything going on here besides a blossoming friendship.

“So you’re into redheads?” she teased.

Casual and friendly. Nailed it.

Tan’s voice once again filled her head. “You know your tone sounded super flirty, right?”

Imaginary Tan really needed to keep his opinions to himself.

Fai smiled. “I’m not really picky when it comes to hair colors. A pretty girl is a pretty girl, you know?”

That intense gaze was back…

It was time to change the subject.

“Bunn loaned me The Little Mermaid book back when we were kids and it broke my heart,” she said. “I was not expecting it to end so tragically.”

Fai looked at her blankly. “The book doesn’t have a happy ending?”

“You haven’t read it? Oh my god, I’m going to have steal Bunn’s copy back from him and loan it to you. You can’t claim to be a fan of The Little Mermaid if you haven’t read the book, Fai.”

“I’ll read anything you want me to, Jane,” Fai murmured.

Jane’s heart skipped a beat.

Shit.

To be continued…

#manner of death #janejira #jane x fai #tanbunn #tan x bunn

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mustangshelby04 · 4 years

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Pairings: Chris Evans / Charlotte Mackenzie (O/C)

Summary: Saying no leads Charlotte to a friendship she has never imagined.

A/N: I’m trying to force myself to write. Maybe this will light a fire under my ass.... Or my muse’s. She’s a bit flakey.

Chapter 1

Charlie stood in line with her boyfriend Sam as they waited for their photo-op with Chris Evans. They were second to last in line for the last day of the Comic Con they were at. From the excited giggles of the people in front of them, Chris was posing and having some fun.

Sam was clearly excited. He was Marvel obsessed and had spent more money than any sane person should to get photo-ops with every Marvel cast member. Charlie was just along for the ride. It had been a point of contention with Sam that she refused to dress up with him this weekend. She wasn’t a big movie or TV lover outside of old school Disney stuff and she didn’t get into all the hype of celebrity gossip. She was a book lover and you could usually find her curled up with a book in some corner.

She looked over at Sam, dressed as the Winter Solider and bouncing on the balls of his feet. They had been dating a little over six months and this was the first time she had joined him at one of these things. She wasn’t a fan of crowds and it had been absolute hell for her. The whole weekend she had been regretting saying yes.

“Ok, you guys are next.” The attendant said, leading them into the makeshift photo studio. She was grinning from ear to ear like a creepy Cheshire cat.

Sam rushed in first and started gushing at Chris about how excited he was and how much he loved him as Captain America. Charlie patiently waited for him to finish and then shook Chris’ hand when he extended it to her. “It’s nice to meet you.” She said politely.

“I really like your shirt.” Chris said.

She looked down at her blue Little Mermaid T-shirt she was wearing with skinny jeans and black Converse sneakers. “Thanks. It’s one of my favorites.”

“Mine too!”

“So, what are we doing today?” The photographer asked.

“How about this?” Sam asked. Charlie and Chris both turned to look and Sam was down on one knee with a ring held up at Charlie.

“What the actual fuck?” Charlie gasped.

“Charlotte Grace Mackenzie, will you please marry me?”

“Are you crazy? No!”

“Charlie….”

“Get up!”

“I love you.”

“Oh my god!” Charlie turned and stormed out of the photobooth, leaving Chris and Sam to stare after her.

Charlie sat in the hallway of her hotel next to the door of her hotel room a little while later staring straight ahead at the horrible wallpaper in front of her. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. Sam had rushed after her and the two of them had fought about what he had done. He had then left her standing there. When she had finally calmed down, she had gone after him only to find that he had actually taken the car and left her there.

Luckily, they were only three miles from their hotel and she had no problem walking that. She had busted out her cell phone and turned on her GPS to make her way back. When she had gotten there, Sam had left her a note on the door. She looked at the note again, completely flabbergasted that he was such an asshole.

Find your own way home.

They had travelled from Omaha, Nebraska to Chicago, Illinois for this Comic Con in his car. She was desperately trying to hold herself together and not panic, but she could feel it working hard to burst down her carefully placed walls. It was why she had curled up in a tight little ball on the floor and hadn’t gone down to see if she could get a key made for her so she could get into the room. If she spoke to anyone, she was sure she would start bawling her eyes out.

“Is everything ok?” A voice said to her left. She looked up to see Chris Evans standing there and he clearly recognized her. “Oh! Hey!”

“Fuck me.” Charlie sighed as the tears started to leak out. This was so not what she needed. She had completely forgotten that Sam had chosen this hotel because it was where some of the celebrities were supposedly staying. Fuck him for being correct.

Chris shifted his weight and glanced around. “Are you ok?”

“Nope.”

“Are you lost?”

“Nope.”

“Can I offer you any help?”

Charlie closed her eyes tightly. “How about a rewind on the last couple of hours of my life?”

Chris chuckled. “Sorry. That’s a little out of my wheelhouse.”

“Mine too.”

“Seriously, are you ok?”

“Not in the slightest.” Chris sat down next to her on the floor. “He fucking left me here. I have absolutely no way of getting home now.” Charlie wiped angrily at her wet cheeks.

“Where’s home?” “Omaha, Nebraska.”

“Shit, that’s a bit of a hike.”

“Little bit.” Charlie shoved her messy, curly, dark copper hair back from her face as the dam cracked further. “Fuck! What the fuck am I going to do now? I can’t even get into the hotel room because that asshat had the key!”

“Come on.” Chris stood back up and held his hand out to her.

“What?”

“You can use my room to breakdown in and then we can call down to the front desk about that key.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know I don’t, but I am. Come on.” Chris reached down again and grabbed her hand this time. She allowed him to lift her to her feet and then lead her down the hallway. He opened the door to his suite and Charlie promptly started sobbing.

“I’m sorry.” She wiped at her tears aggressively again with shaking hands as Chris ushered her to the couch and sat down. “This is so embarrassing.”

“Please don’t be embarrassed. Your boyfriend should be the embarrassed one.”

“Ex-boyfriend!” She dropped her face in her hands and shook her head. “I’m not even sure what it is I’m crying about. That fuckwad sure doesn’t deserve my tears.” Chris walked over to the minibar and grabbed two beers. He popped the tops on them and offered her one. “Thank you.”

“Gotta say, I’ve seen a few proposals at those things, but never a reaction like that.”

Charlie looked over and Chris was grinning hopefully at her. It actually made her laugh. “What is my life right now?”

“What do you mean?”

“My entire quiet little world has been on the precipice of exploding, I just got abandoned in an unfamiliar city by the guy I was seeing, and I’m sitting here being comforted by a celebrity who doesn’t even know my name.”

“Right now, I’m not a celebrity. Right now, I’m a good Samaritan who stumbled across a person in need. It would make my mom proud. Well, except that I haven’t properly introduced myself.” Charlie snorted as he held his hand out to her. “I’m Chris.”

“Clearly.”

“And you are….” He wiggled his hand at her and she relented, shaking it.

“Charlotte. Everyone calls me Charlie, though.”

“Pretty. So, Charlie, your life is about to explode? How so?”

“You’re really asking? Like, you really wanna know?”

“I really wanna know.”

She started picking at the label on her beer bottle. “I’m leaving everything I’ve ever known behind and moving to the East Coast in a month. I think that’s why Sam pulled that shit today. He doesn’t want me to leave.”

“Where are you moving to?”

“Boston.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I accepted a job at Little Brown up there.”

“What’s that?”

“A publishing company. It’s been my dream to become a book editor and I’ve been working towards that goal for the last four years. I finally found a company that’s willing to give me a shot at it, but it’s in Boston.”

“That’s pretty awesome.”

“I didn’t even want to come to this thing with him, but I figured I would give him one last good weekend before I broke up with him.”

“You weren’t even going to attempt a long-distance thing?”

“When do those ever work out?”

“I don’t know. I’m a hopeless romantic, though.”

“I’m not.” Charlie set her beer down. “I need to get into my room. See if he left my things or destroyed them. Knowing my luck, he’s set everything on fire.”

“I don’t think he did that. The fire alarms haven’t gone off.”

“Good point.” She pointed at the phone on the desk. “May I?”

“Of course.”

Charlie walked over and picked up the phone, dialing the front desk. “Hi, my name is Charlotte Mackenzie. I got locked out and I need a key to get in.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but I don’t see you registered in our system.”

“No. My boyfriend…. Ex-boyfriend made the reservation. It’s under his name. Sam Cooke. Room 828.”

“Mr. Cooke checked out.”

“What?”

“Mr. Cooke checked out a little while ago.”

“But my things are in that room.”

“I’m so sorry about that. Mr. Cooke didn’t mention that there was anything left in the room. We can send a maintenance man up to let you in to get your things.”

“I kind of need a place to stay tonight.”

“We’re completely booked up, but you’re more than welcome to rent that room for yourself.”

“Ok. Yeah. I can do that, I guess. How much is it?”

“For tonight, the room would be $238 plus tax.”

Charlie choked on air and started hacking. Chris came over and patted her on the back, taking the phone from her. “Hi, this is Eric Prince in suite…. Yeah. Look, can you just put that room on my bill? I’m certain. I would appreciate that. Thank you.” He hung up and offered Charlie a bottle of water.

Once her breathing was back to normal, she shot a confused look at Chris. “Eric Prince?”

He shrugged sheepishly. “Prince Eric…. From The Little Mermaid.”

“Oh.” Charlie blinked for a minute. “Did you just pay for my hotel room?”

“I did, yeah. Was that not ok?”

“I mean…. It’s your money, you can do whatever with it, but you don’t even know me.”

“I’m not someone who can just sit here and listen to someone in distress. If I can help, I’m going to help.” There was a knock on the door and Chris went over to answer it. Charlie stayed seated on the couch, sipping at her water. When he came back, he presented her with a key card. “Your room key.”

“Oh. Thank you.” Charlie took it. “I can’t thank you enough for this.”

“It’s no problem. Let me know if you need any more help or someone to hang out with.”

Charlie laughed. “Yeah, like Mr. Big-Shot Needs-A-Fake-Moniker has no one better to hang out with.”

He frowned slightly. “Actually, I don’t have anyone to hang out with. I ditched my team for a quiet night in. Being around all those people all day long…. I need a recharge.”

She nodded. “I understand that. I’m more of an introvert with some extroverted tendencies. When I’ve reached my limit on people, I just need to stay in and hide. Especially if there’s a crowd.”

“Same.” He shifted from one foot to the other. “Would you like to hang out with me, Charlie? We can recharge our batteries, maybe order a pizza, rent a movie….”

“If you’re sure, then ok. I just want to run and make sure he didn’t destroy my stuff.”

“That makes sense.” Chris followed her down the hallway to her room. When she opened the door, she let out an angry groan while he let out a shocked whistle. Her suitcase had been hurled across the room and it’s contents were scattered everywhere. In the bathroom, he had squirted out all of her toothpaste, broken her toothbrush in half, destroyed most of her makeup, ripped the rows of bristles out of her hairbrush, and dumped her expensive curly hair products down the drain.

“No, no, no, no!” Charlie ran over to the suitcase and lifted it up. Her laptop made sounds like little metal pieces were moving around inside. “Fuck!”

“Shit! He actually broke your laptop?”

“What the hell is wrong with that guy?” Charlie started crying again as she held her broken laptop.

“A broken heart is one thing, but this….”

“He can’t have a broken heart. We weren’t together that long!”

“Wait, how long were you two together?”

“Six months. Today was the first time he even said he loved me.”

“Had you said it to him?”

“No!” She looked over at him. “What are you doing?” Chris had started to move around the room and picking her clothes up off the floor.

“Helping.” He started to fold the shirt in his hands.

“You really don’t need to do that.”

“I know I don’t. You really don’t need to be so difficult.”

She sighed. “I’m sorry. This is just a really fucked up situation and I’m not even sure which emotion it is I’m feeling. And I really don’t mean to take it out on you. Thank you for helping me. It’s very kind of you.”

“You’re welcome.”

They worked together to collect her belongings and pile them on the bed. Once they finished, the two of them tackled the bathroom. Chris took pictures of everything and sent them to his assistant with instructions to purchase them and bring them to his room. Charlie stopped when she got to a beautifully ornate compact mirror. It was antique silver with filigree designs carved into it and little jewels set to resemble a starry night sky. A few of the jewels were missing and the glass inside had been broken. She clutched the compact and started to sob.

“Hey….” Chris gently pulled her into a hug.

“This was my mom’s. My dad gave it to her as a wedding present when they got married.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“They died when I was eleven.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I can’t believe he broke this. He knew it was one of the few things of hers I have left.”

After Charlie had cried herself out, Chris helped her finish cleaning the bathroom and they went back to his room. She curled up on the couch and he sat down on the opposite end. They were quiet for a long moment before he finally broke the silence. “I don’t normally do this.”

“What?”

“Invite strange women to hang out with me.”

“I never said you did.”

“I know, but…. I don’t want you to think that I’m trying to get in your pants or anything.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why don’t you want me to think that?”

“I don’t want you to get the wrong impression of me.”

“What do you think my impression of you is?”

“I’m not sure. You’re not like most women I’ve met.”

“How so?” “Well for starters, you ask a lot of questions.” Charlie chuckled. “You’re also like this open book that I can’t read.”

“That’s the most interesting thing anyone has ever said about me. What does that mean?”

“I…. Ok, so you drop these seemingly big clues about your life. You were incredibly vulnerable when you told me that your parents died and you’ve cried in front of me while I get the feeling that you don’t do that in front of people very often if you can help it, but none of those clues lead me any closer to being able to figure you out.”

“Do you want to figure me out?”

“I kind of do.” “Why?”

Chris smirked. “I like to read.”

Charlie and Chris sat on the couch with a half-empty pizza box between them. A pay-per-view movie was playing on the TV, but they weren’t paying attention to it. The two of them had been talking for hours. He found it a welcome relief that she didn’t care about him being a celebrity and that she didn’t know anything about him. It felt great to actually get to know someone.

“I’m really impressed.” Chris said as he looked at the pictures on her phone. “You made out like a bandit on this.”

“I just hope there aren’t any crazy issues I’ll have to fix.” Charlie was showing him the house she had bought sight-unseen at an auction. It was a two story Colonial house in Concord.

“You realize we’re practically neighbors?”

“Are we?”

“Yeah. I just bought a house about two miles away from here.”

“That’s weird.”

“Are you sure you’re not stalking me?”

She laughed. “Trust me, I don’t give two shits about your celebrity status. Unless you wrote a book. Then watch out.”

Chris handed her back her phone. “The commute to Boston might be crazy.”

Charlie shrugged. “I don’t mind. There’s a train station and all the research I’ve done says it’s about an hour commute.”

“It is. You’re going to love Concord.”

“Where did you say you grew up again?” “Sudbury.”

“Gotcha.”

“So, Mac, what made you want to uproot your life like this?”

Charlie laughed at the nickname he’d chosen. She usually hated it when people tried to call her that, but for some reason Chris made it sound endearing. “You really want to open that can of worms?”

“I really do.”

“Ok.” She took a deep breath. “So, you know mom and dad died in a car accident when I was eleven. What you don’t know is that my twin sister was in the car with them.”

“Oh shit!”

“Yeah. I went from having a full family to being alone.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“My aunt took me in and raised me. Aunt Millie…. She was living with her second husband in Omaha when she got the call that her brother and sister-in-law had died. She flew out to Maine and stayed with me. My parents had just written their wills and hadn’t gotten a chance to tell her that they’d named her guardian of their kids.” “I bet that was a big shock.”

“For everyone. My mom’s parents thought that they should get custody of me, but aunt Millie wanted to honor my parents’ wishes. She ended up fighting them in court and the judge ruled in her favor. When the school year ended, we moved to her house in Omaha. About a year later, she found out her husband was cheating on her and plotting to take my inheritance.”

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah. It was a pretty significant amount. My mom’s family was pretty well off. She had a trust fund which became mine when she died and my parents had really good life insurance. My grandparents added the money to that trust fund that they intended to put into mine and Max’s trust funds…. Max was my twin. Her name was Maxine.”

“I couldn’t even imagine losing all of that.”

“How many siblings do you have?”

“Three. One older sister, Carly; my younger brother, Scott; and my youngest sister, Shanna.”

“That’s a lot of siblings.”

“Yeah.” Chris took a sip of his beer. “So, back to you. I didn’t need to pay for your room, did I?” Chris smirked at her to let her know he was joking.

“You really didn’t. I just…. I don’t really like to touch that money. After what happened with aunt Millie’s second husband and then her third and fourth husbands…. I figured money ruined people’s lives.”

“What happened with her husbands?”

“They basically used her to try to get to that money. After what happened with her second husband, my grandparents made it very hard for her to touch my inheritance. I didn’t even have access to it until I graduated college. By then, I had learned the value of a dollar by watching aunt Millie work her ass off to keep me clothed, fed, a roof over my head, and in good schools. I had part time jobs throughout high school and college to help her. I used scholarships and grants and a couple of student loans to pay for my college education. I’ve only used that money for three things.”

“What were they?”

“To take aunt Millie to Europe before she died and to pay for that house in Boston.”

“Your aunt is dead?”

“She died about two years ago. Pancreatic cancer. That’s the third thing I used that money on. I paid for all of her medical bills.”

“I’m so sorry, Mac. That’s a lot to go through in only thirty-three years of life.”

Charlie shrugged. “It is, but what can I do about it?”

“When was the last time you’ve been to the East Coast?”

“I visited my grandma in Maine last year when she died.”

“Did you have a good relationship with your grandparents?”

“It was ok. They loved me in their own way. Mom was an only child and I was their only grandkid. They sent me money for my birthday and Christmas. I got Easter baskets from them, too, and I would go out for a week in the summer when I was younger because the court’s said I had to. Those weeks…. Makes me glad that I ended up with aunt Millie. My grandparents weren’t home very much. I hung out with their butler in the summers. When I turned 18, I stopped going. I let aunt Millie have the birthday and Christmas money after that.”

“Wow. You should write a book.”

“Why?”

“Because your life has been…. Eventful and I would even call it inspiring.”

“Maybe one day I will. For now, I prefer to give other people chances to get their voices heard.”

“Is that what appeals to you about being a book editor?”

“Yes. I’ve read some amazing books in my life and I used to wonder what it would be like to be the editor that gets the copy across their desk. To be the first person to read it outside of the author and their family and know that what I have is going to make a lot of other people happy. Not to mention the author. Plus, I’ve been known to be a stickler for grammar, so why not put that skill to use.”

Chris chuckled. “You haven’t corrected my grammar once.”

“You’re pretty eloquent, Evans, but I’ve been silently correcting you.”

That made him tip his head back and laugh loudly, his right hand slapping against his chest. It sucked Charlie in and they both laughed freely. After a few minutes, they finally calmed down and wiped their eyes. “I’m really glad I asked you to hang out with me, Mac.”

“I’m glad I said yes despite the shit circumstances. I really wanted to stay in by myself and hide from the world.”

“Why did you say yes, then?”

“You said the right thing.”

He grinned. “Good. I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.”

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In Touch, April 5

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Prince's death investigation

Page 1: Contents

Page 2: Who Wore It Best? Jameela Jamil vs. Idina Menzel vs. Melissa Wood-Tepperberg in Alice + Olivia power suits

Page 4: In her documentary Kid 90, Punky Brewster actress Soleil Moon Frye fondly recalls have her first consensual sexual experience with her longtime crush Charlie Sheen in 1994, when she was 18 and he was 29 -- she says he was really kind to her and treated her beautifully and in some of the most pivotal moments in her life, he has checked in and lent his support

Page 5: 56-year-old Lenny Kravitz shows off his abs while carving up a coconut, Number of the Week -- $6.6 billion Kanye West is reportedly now worth, Hot Mom of the Week -- Chrissy Teigen trying for a topless photo shoot and her son Miles got in the way, Challenge of the Week -- Cardi B during a Twitter war with Candace Owens, Makeover of the Week -- Shakira showed off her new pink locks

Page 6: Crib of the Week -- Tom Cruise's Colorado cabin, Winner of the Week -- Drew Barrymore's daytime talk show is picked up for a second season, Loser of the Week -- Jennifer Lopez's show World of Dance is canceled just days after she reportedly split from Alex Rodriguez

Page 8: Up Close -- Billie Eilish ditched her signature green/black locks for platinum blond tresses

Page 10: Get Fit for Summer -- Halle Berry, Kate Hudson shows off her favorite Fabletics outfit in her home gym, Gabrielle Union in a black bikini, Tyler Cameron in Los Cabos, Mexico

Page 12: Prince William and Duchess Kate Middleton happily greet an emergency staffer and her dad on the phone as they visit an ambulance station to support those on the COVID-19 frontlines in London, Drew Barrymore launches her new Beautiful kitchen line in NYC, Jared Leto is unrecognizable as fashion designer Paolo Gucci in the upcoming House of Gucci in Milan

Page 14: Caitlyn Jenner is revealed as the Phoenix on The Masked Singer

Page 16: Rob Kardashian tries out his sister Kim Kardashian's bleached blonde locks with an Instagram filter, during her first public outing in months Britney Spears hugs a bunny in L.A., Bradley Cooper takes daughter Lea on a shopping trip in NYC

Page 18: Animal Tactics -- Kelly Clarkson celebrates St. Patrick's Day on her talk show with a lamb in L.A., Farrah Abraham and daughter Sophia with their dog in Palm Beach, John Travolta and son Ben introduce the new addition to their family which is a cat named Crystal

Page 20: Justin Bieber rocks his crocs with socks, Kristin Cavallari in Cabo San Lucas, Beyonce hits the Grammys afterparty at Giorgio Baldi in a custom corseted silver-mesh look by Burberry and with her awards in tow in Santa Monica

Page 24: Jessica Simpson celebrating daughter Birdie's birthday with daughter Maxwell and son Ace and husband Eric Johnson, Paul McCartney hits the beach and even changes clothes under a towel in St. Barts, Bethenny Frankel wearing an engagement ring at the beach in Miami

Page 25: Jack Black doing a Hulk spoof on Instagram, Jennifer Lopez on the set of Shotgun Wedding in Dominican Republic

Page 26: Actually tying the knot is proving difficult for Gwen Stefani and Blake Shelton, as the couple contend with pandemic issues and last-minute details, including who should be matron of honor -- Gwen is close with Ellen DeGeneres and Angelina Jolie and it's between those two but she hasn't made a decision yet and that's led to a lot of friction between Ellen and Angie because each feels she should be picked and it's turned into a war, which is putting Gwen in a very awkward situation -- the bride-to-be is trying to keep the focus on her and her husband-to-be and the wedding will take place this summer on the beach in Malibu, not too far from the couple's new $13 million Encino mansion and many of the details have already been decided, except the matron of honor issue

Page 27: Things went from bad to worse for Armie Hammer as he was accused of sexually assaulting a woman named Effie Angelova for more than four hours in L.A. in 2017 -- Angelova claims she met Armie on Facebook in 2016 when she was 20 years old and fell in love with him instantly, but he became increasingly violent and abused her mentally, emotionally and sexually -- the LAPD has launched an investigation -- Armie's lawyer vehemently denies Angelova's claims, saying the actor's interactions with her were completely consensual, discussed and agreed upon in advance

* Wheel of Fortune host Pat Sajak has come under fire for seemingly mocking a contestant's speech impediment on a recent episode -- Chris Brimble introduced himself as a tech salesman, revealing a noticeable lisp and at one point during their banter, instead of replying to Chris with, "I see," Pat said, "I thee" -- now some viewers are calling for the veteran game show host's resignation and there are even rumblings that producers want him to take a step back and Pat appears to have made a bad mistake, and he probably feels terrible about it and whether he will have to take a break or quit, that will be up to him and the show

* Star Sightings -- Whitney Port, Chrissy Teigen

Page 28: Cover Story -- Prince's death: was it murder? Five years after he was found dead at his home, a bombshell family lawsuit claims the music legend didn't have to die

Page 32: Brad Pitt's Worst Nightmare: the kids testify against him -- Angelina Jolie files court documents accusing Brad of domestic abuse and plans to call their children to the stand -- Brad just wants to get on with his life, but Angelina won't let him and she's doing everything she can win custody of their kids so she can freely move them out of L.A.

Page 34: Katy Perry and Orlando Bloom secretly married -- Katy gets her dream wedding with Orlando in Hawaii

Page 36: Demi Lovato's bombshell: her drug dealer assaulted her -- the singer reveals the agonizing secret she's kept for nearly three years

Page 38: Welcome to the new Bachelor -- in the wake of controversy, the popular franchise undergoes a massive overhaul

Page 40: The Big Interview -- Dolores Catania on Real Housewives on New Jersey -- it's been really hard on my relationship

Page 44: Beauty -- Hairdo Deja Vu -- stars bring back hairstyle trends from the '90s -- Bella Hadid, Maggie Rogers, Debby Ryan, Hailey Bieber

Page 46: Fashion -- Trend Alert: House Dresses -- these super-comfy, roomy style is basically the dress version of sweatpants -- Zoey Deutch, Mandy Moore

Page 50: Animal Overload

Page 54: Horoscope -- Aries Chris Meloni turned 60 on April 2

Page 56: Last Laughs

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The Art of Pretending 4/?

Title: The Art of Pretending 4/?

Author: thejacketandthehook (aka everystareverywhere)

Summary: Killian Jones needs a family and needs one now. In order to impress his boss, Killian hires a single mother and her son to pretend to be his wife and son for the weekend. Nothing can go wrong, right?

Rating: Teen (for language)

Words: 13,479

Author’s Notes: Hello all! Here is my submission for the @captainswanmoviemarathon! This is based off of the Lifetime movie, “Borrowed Hearts,” starring Eric McCormack and Roma Downey. The movie came out in 1997, and I consider it to be one of the first made-for-tv Christmas movies.

A couple of years ago I was watching it and thought this would be a fantastic scenario for our favorite Captain and Savior. I wrote it and then stopped, and then started it again, only to stop again. When I saw this movie marathon, I knew instantly this was the movie I wanted to do and I wanted to make sure that I finished it this time.

I hope you enjoy it!

A30

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3

TWO YEARS AGO

Emma laughed heartily. “No, no, no, please, Mary Margaret, please tell me you didn’t say that!”

Her best friend was laughing so hard, that she had one hand on Emma’s arm and the other on the table. “I did, Emma. I did –Oh! David’s face turned so red!”

“You threaten three guys that looked like Vikings!” Emma laughed harder. She wasn’t sure if it was the story that was so funny, or the fact that she had three glasses of rum and coke that just made the story funny. “I’m sure David saw his life flash before his eyes!”

Mary Margaret took a deep breath, trying to control her laughter. Some giggles still came through as she said, “But I told you, I’m an excellent marks—mark—marksmmm—I can hit something really well.”

Her four glasses of margaritas were certainly making it harder for Mary Margaret to get her words out, but Emma laughed anyway.

She looked down at her phone and when she noticed that Neal called again, she groaned.

“Neal?” Mary Margaret asked as she raised her (fifth) glass of margarita up to her lips.

“Yeah. Guy can’t take a hint.” I don't want to talk to him."

“Maybe you should just…I don’t know? Ignore him?” she asked in such a way that she wasn’t suggesting it.

Emma sighed. “I wish I could, but--”

“But Henry, yeah." She sobered up before asking, "I thought things were getting better, yeah? Like, I thought you kind of liked him again.”

“I did. But—”

Mary Margaret reached out and grabbed Emma’s bicep. She opened her mouth to say something, looking dead into Emma’s eyes, when she squeezed the bicep again and looked down at it. “God, girl, when do you work out? You’re toned as hell.”

“I’ve got a demanding job and a six-year-old. I work out to relieve stress.”

Mary Margaret let go of Emma’s arm before raising an eyebrow. “Isn’t Neal supposed to help relieve stress too? Or someone else, at least.” she asked with a suggestive wink. Or, at least that’s what she was going for, but it was more like a blink.

“You’d think,” Emma snorted. “I don’t even know the last time I got any ”

“And you’ve haven’t even been married for ten years for that to fizzle out.” Mary Margaret was certainly more direct when she some liberations in her. “I take it there is no spark any more.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “Sparks are from Romance novels, and movies made in the 2000s. Nobody has sparks.”

“David and I have sparks.”

“You and David are in another category that no one else will ever live up to.”

Mary Margaret shook her head, and Emma knew that she was going to give her some hope speech that, in all honestly, Emma probably heard about three hundred times already. Before she could fully launch into her speech, Emma grabbed her bag from the table and told her best friend she needed the bathroom.

She walked (more like stumbled) towards through the bar, excusing herself when she bumped into someone and shook her head as she thought about her best friend and her husband. Another category, indeed. Mary Margaret and David made falling in love (and staying in love) look so easy. And while life for Emma Swan hasn’t been easy, love has been even worse.

Just thinking about Neal made Emma so mad she was seeing red. Her thoughts on Neal and how much she currently hated him consuming her, that she stumbled once more into the bathroom door. Only it opened as she fell and a pair of strong arms grabbed her around her waist.

“Aye, watch it love,” said a voice she wasn’t sure she actually heard before. Mainly because it sounded like music to her ears, but also because whoever this man was spoke with an English accent. Kind of like the Tenth Doctor, from Doctor Who. That kind of accent.

“Sorry,” she muttered as she gathered herself. Once she was standing up (semi) straight, she flipped her hair over her shoulder and almost gagged on her spit. For standing in front of her, leaning down just a tad so he was able to look in the eye with no difficulties, was a movie star.

Okay, not really a movie star, but one that certainly looked like he should have been on the main guy in a rom-com. With piercing blue eyes, dark hair, and a five o’clock shadow she was sure would be rough to the touch, he might as well have just walked off of a set.

Emma hadn’t seen herself in a while, but she knew that her mascara was probably rubbed all over her eyes, and some of her make-up was in need of a touch up. She’d count herself lucky if her long blonde hair actually looked good, instead of looking like it needed a good brushing (like it usually did by this point in a night).

“Well, well, well,” the man smiled down at Emma, and Holy. Shit. Seriously, where did this guy come from? “What do we have here?”

“A girl who needs the bathroom,” she insisted.

The man’s smile turned more into a grin. “Of course. What kind of gentleman would I be if I blocked the lady from her destination?”

He didn’t move, and Emma wasn’t steady enough on her feet to push him. “Dude, let me pass.”

He shook his head a little, as though he was lost in thought, and said, “Right. Of course,” and step aside.

Emma walked towards the door and as she went to close it, realized he was still standing there. “What? Are you going to protect me from any dragons?”

He laughed. “Dragons? Lass, what kind of bar do you think this is?”

“Well, you never really know,” she retaliated. “Some dude might be standing in front of the bathroom so he could try to flirt with someone who needs to pee.”

He laughed, and Emma swore she heard bells ringing. “I believe that, yes.”

Who is this guy, Emma thought to herself. She shook her head as she closed the door. A part of her hoped the guy would still be there when she opened it, while the other part of her hoped he was long gone. She didn’t know which side was winning.

When she was finished and opened the door with a paper towel, sure enough the guy was still standing there.

“My hero,” she joked as she took a step into the hallway, holding onto the wall for good measure.

He grinned again, and Emma wished her heart didn’t pound at the sight. Good Lord, this man just grins at her and her heart beats faster than when Neal actually touched her.

“I’m a gentleman,” he retorts.

Emma chuckles. “Sure. Right. A gentleman.”

His grin falters as he asks, “You doubt me, love?”

Leaning a little closer, almost pointing her finger in his face – she might actually be in his face, her equilibrium is completely off right now –she mutters, “You look more like a pirate than a dashing prince.”

She leans back, taking in his whole body, and good Lord, what has she gotten herself into? Wearing a dark button-down shirt with a navy (could be black too, it’s hard to tell in this hallway that isn’t too well lit) vest over it, and dark jeans, this man certainly looks like he walked right out of romance novel. Only, he’s the bad-boy-mama-warned-you-about.

Emma licked her lips. The fact that she herself didn’t have a “mama” who could warn her about anything didn’t faze her right now, like it usually does. This man (and the alcohol) seem to have that effect on her.

“I prefer a dashing rapscallion,” he smirked, a small dimple appearing on his cheek.

And he has dimples?! Emma’s mind screamed.

She shook her head at him, “You’re something else, I tell you.”

He smiled at her, and she was sure that the room tilted just a tad. “I get that a lot.” Looking at her lips before looking back into her eyes, he commented, “Don’t I get something for protecting you against the dragons?”

Her mind was foggy, but now it was crystal clear. It was her turn to smirk. “Really? You ‘protect’ me against imaginary dragons, and you want a favor? What kind of gentleman are you?”

“We discussed this, love,” he said, taking a step closer to her and almost whispering. “A dashing rapscallion.”

Emma could feel the heat in her cheeks, and her heart was pounding in her ears. She didn’t want to admit that this man (whatever his name was), has gotten her more excited in the last ten minutes than Neal has in the last few years.

“You couldn’t handle it,” she flirted.

He raised an eyebrow and watched her carefully. “Perhaps you’re the one who couldn’t handle it,” he whispered back.

Looking him in the eyes before looking at his lips, Emma made up her mind before she could fully register it. Grabbing his shirt tightly, she pulled him closer to her and smashed her lips against his. And as much as she wanted to admit that he was all talk, he most certainly was not. His lips moved with hers in a rhythm that she has never been able to establish with any other guy she has been with. It was almost like he knew she wanted, which was impossible, because they never even met before.

She kissed him harder, her hands letting go of his shirt to work their way around his neck. He, too, was busy, his hands first around her waist before one hand went into her hair and gently, oh so gently, held onto her golden locks like they were his life-line.

He went to pull back, but Emma took a step closer to him (any closer, honestly, and she would actually be in his pants) and pulled him back in. He didn’t protest, but instead kissed her back even harder.

Finally, the need for air was too great and Emma leaned back, her forehead just grazing his. He was breathing just as deeply as she was, his hands running smoothly though her hair.

“That was—” he started before Emma’s phone rang.

She let go of him and pulled back completely before taking her phone out of her back pocket. It was her babysitter.

“Shit,” she muttered, reading the text. Henry had a nightmare and was crying and calling out for his mother. She looked back up at him, and, though she couldn’t fully tell thanks to the darken hallway, he certainly looked rumpled and a bit…well, almost dazed. “I’m sorry. I have to go.”

“I—” he started, but she was already backing away.

“Sorry, I don’t usually—This is an emergency.”

Before he could say another word, she was out of his arms and turned back towards the bar. She located Mary Margaret and told her what happened (about Henry, not about the guy she kissed passionately a few minutes ago), before leaving the bar altogether.

She never saw the guy again.

Until now.

Emma shook her head, trying with all of her might to move on from that night. Because, while Killian was…quite something, it was obviously a one-time thing, and she needed to just…forget it.

Unfortunately, it would pop into her mind at the most inconvenient times, like when she was in the shower, making breakfast, or –

“It’s overflowing.”

Quickly looking down, Emma realized that this person’s water glass was most certainly overflowing. Grabbing napkins from the table adjacent to it, she soaped up as much as she could before telling the patron that she was going to get a towel. Once she returned and cleaned up the mess, with more apologizes, she turned back to the kitchen.

“You’ve been awfully distracted lately. Something on your mind?”

Giving a quick glance her way, Emma saw the wolfish grin. Shaking her head, and focusing (seriously focusing) on measuring the correct amount of sugar into the containers, she replied, “No.”

Ruby chuckled. “Oh, Emma. You might be able to tell when people are lying to you, but you are a horrible liar yourself. Girl, just talk to me. I know you want to.”

“And I know that I want you to do the job that I pay you to do,” Granny said from behind them. Emma almost kissed her for saving her from this conversation. “Get back to work, Ruby.”

“Yes ma’am,” she replied in a huff, obviously disappointed that she’s not getting the information she clearly wanted.

Emma shook her head before muttering to the older woman, “Did you tell her?”

“It slipped out. I’m sorry. The second it came out of my mouth, I knew that I made a huge mistake.”

Of course, Emma had to tell Granny why she wouldn’t be working on her two busiest days of the week. She tried to make it sound classier than it truly was, because Emma wasn’t thrilled with the idea of being paid to pretend to be married to some dude.

Though, people do pretend to be other people for money. It’s called acting. Still, it made Emma a bit uncomfortable. Though, it might have something to do with the fact that she’s kind of, in a small way, attracted to Killian.

But she wasn’t too worried about that part. Because it would only be for 48 hours – less than that really, when you take into account that for 16 hours of that they will be asleep. In different bedrooms. Like it should be.

Emma was walking into a disaster.

“Think nothing of it,” Emma insisted to calm the woman’s nerves. “I’m sure that it would have come out sooner or later.”

“You need Friday, Saturday, and Sunday?”

Emma sighed. “Well, Friday afternoon. Closer to evening. I’m taking Henry over right after I pick him up from school.”

“Can I ask why?”

“Um,” Emma bit her lip, unsure of how to even continue. “We need to prepare. I…Henry and I need to get outfits ready and bring some things from the apartment to make it look…Well, to make his house look like home, if that makes any sense.”

Granny nodded. “Makes perfect sense, actually. Though they better not ruin that hair,” she said, gently touching Emma’s golden locks.

She gave a small laugh. “I don’t think they’re going to change that. No, I know he’s hiring some people to dress me and Henry up, for a lack of better term. So it looks like…”

“Like you come from money?”

“Or at least married into it, yeah.” Emma put down the sugar container and the cup she was using to measure it, and whispered to Granny something that has been bothering her. “It’s just…Granny, I don’t think I can act. You know, like I have money. I have been barely able to get by with what I make here. Tips included. I don’t think—”

“Emma Swan, you don’t need to act like anyone else other than yourself. If Kevin –”

“Killian,” Emma corrected.

But Granny ignored her and kept talking. “—Doesn’t appreciate that your saving his ass from whatever the hell it is that he got himself swept up in, honey, you march right out of that house and don’t you dare look back.”

Emma laughed. “I’ll do exactly that.”

~*~

“David, what in bloody hell is going on?”

Killian came home to find…well, just about everything in his house was gone. His expensive couch, gone. His formal dining room, gone. All of his old books, gone. Instead there was a couch that was probably expensive, but it looked worn in, with two winged chairs on either side of it different colors, but still kind of looking like a set. His long table gone, instead there a slightly smaller table with chairs that aren’t in perfect condition. His books (he hopes were put into storage) are replaced with books that range from Jane Austen to J.M. Barrie along with some pictures of Emma and Henry, Henry growing up, and one photo that was photoshopped of Emma, Henry, and Killian all smiling on the beach. Killian picks that photo up and if you look at it really closely, you can see that it’s a fake, but otherwise he might have thought this actually happened.

“Hey!” David said, coming out of kitchen with a bag of chips. “Yeah, we’re just moving the furniture around, trying to make it look like a family.”

“And where is my actual furniture?”

“In storage. Don’t worry, I didn’t throw out your precious First Edition of Moby Dick.”

“I don’t have a –” Killian looked at the huge pile of toys in the corner of the room and gestured to it. “David?”

He looked at Killian before shrugging. “Dude, you’re supposed to have an eight-year-old boy. Just be glad if it actually stays in that pile.”

Killian shook his head before putting both hands on the sofa in front of him (and damn it, it’s actually really soft). David wrapped the bag in of itself before placing it on the table behind the couch and asking, “Just what did you think this weekend was going to entail? We need to make it look real. So why do you have a stick up your butt?”

“I don’t know. I just…I thought I was living a good life, you know, and then…I realized it was, how did you say it? Cool.”

“You know that I love your house,” David defended.

But he waved him off. “Aye, I know. It’s not that. It’s just…maybe I haven’t been living my life the way I expected. Bloody hell, I’m almost thirty-five and I have to pretend to be married with a kid. I’m not even dating anyone to make it seem real.”

“Look I know you and Emma just met—”

“We met two years ago.”

David was silent before saying softly, “That’s right. And I don’t want to know, right?”

“I didn’t sleep with her, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Yeah, I definitely heard enough,” David said, getting up from the couch. He moved to grab the bag of chips off the table before he said, “You know that if you hurt her, I’m going to hurt you, yeah?”

Killian nodded. “Understood.” Putting his hands in his pockets, he rocked on his heels once, twice, three times before stopping and crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Okay, mate, when will this be done?”

David had a box of his own on the coffee table that was labeled Photos in a handwriting that was very much not David’s. He didn’t recognize it, though it did look feminine. If he had to wager, he would bet that it was Emma’s box.

Taking a picture frame out of the box, David sat down on the couch before putting his hand back into the box and taking out a smaller one. Once that was opened, he pulled out a stack of photos and Killian almost groaned at the thought that now they were going to have to go through that bloody pile of photos so it would look like Emma and Henry lived in the house and weren’t just visiting.

“Not sure,” David responded distractedly. He was looking through the pile, one by one, before finding one that seemed to appease him. Flipping the six by four frame over, David opened it up before placing the photo in it. Once he was securing it, he continued. “The movers said they only needed a couple of hours, and Regina claims they should have everything in place by ten o’clock.”

“Tonight?” Killian looked at his watch. It was barely past five. That means they were going to be in his house for another five hours? Bloody hell.

Getting up and taking the frame with him, David placed the photo on the bookshelf before going back to the couch to take out another frame and pick out another photo. Killian wished that he had a glass of rum on him, or anything really that had alcohol in it, because holy hell, this was going to be a process, wasn’t it?

“Why do you seem so shocked?” David asked as he sat back down. “They’re trying to make it look like a family lives here, especially one with a kid. Do you really not know that children have a lot of things?”

Killian walked over towards the photo David placed on the shelf. “I’m sure I did—Bloody hell!”

“What?!”

Killian turned back towards David, the picture frame in his hand. “Why is there a photo of Emma, Henry, and myself standing in front of Cinderella’s Castle?”

“Oh,” David sighed, relieved that that was all it was. Killian was just about to loose it, but luckily his friend was eerily calm. “They photoshopped that. To make it look like you took vacations together. You know, as a family.” David stopped what he was doing and focused on his friend. “Are you sure you’re alright? You seem sort of…jumpy.”

“I’m not jumpy,” he yelled, but when the response was only a raised eyebrow, Killian decided to answer a little more truthfully. “I kind of am, I guess. It’s just…mate this is a big deal. One that might not come around again, and I…I don’t like being dishonest. It’s one thing to win your battles, but it’s another to win fairly.”

“You think that just because you’re pretending to have a family that you have a leg up over the competition?”

“Maybe? I don’t know. I think it’s also that I don’t really know Emma or Henry, so how can I--?”

“Oh!” David sat up straight, his eyes wide, an idea forming in his mind. “We should have you three sit around.” Before he could explain further, David grabbed his phone and began typing something rapidly.

When his friend got up off the couch, his phone still glued to his hand, Killian sighed and sat down on the vacate seat. He leaned over the box and saw a picture that must have been a real one. It was Emma and a much younger Henry, probably not even four-years-old, sitting in front of a Christmas tree. Emma was smiling down at the boy who was grinning at the camera with a missing tooth and a toy car held tightly in his lap. Killian focused on Emma’s face, the loving way she was looking at her son and sighed.

He knew, without a doubt, that he was in way over his head.

#the art of pretending #cs fanfiction #csmm #captain swan fanfiction #captain swan movie marathon

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noisyquokka · 5 years

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Fairytale Kisses

pairing: Jisung x Fem!reader

genre: Floffity floof floof, my buds

length: 2.4k

warnings: N/A unless Jisung interacting with a child is dangerous... nahhh.... unless...

Gist - When you planned a night out with your best friend, you didn’t expect to forget about babysitting your cousin. You didn’t expect to kiss your best friend either but that’s a tale for another time...

A/N: Alright so to begin with, this was supposed to be Jisung’s birthday drabble but uhh... see, my imagination got the best of me so this is longer than I expected it to be. SO!!! If you guys enjoy this and want a part 2, let me know because I have a little more up my sleeve! Plus, Jisung with a child would be the sweetest shit ever I legitimately wanna cry :’)

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"Spongebob?"

"No."

"Bubbles?"

"Nope!"

"Oh, oh, I know! Moomin!"

"Very good guess, muffin, but you're wrong again!"

Your little cousin pouted, nuzzling her face into your back. You smiled to yourself, tapping away at your phone screen. There was no denying how much love you held for your cousin - the youngest of your family - what with how often you babysat for your aunt. You always enjoyed watching her, today was no different. Well, besides your special guest.

"Can you just tell me? My thinky box is broken." She said, shuffling around so she was standing in front of you. A chuckle escaped you, staring up at the 6-year-old playing with her pigtails. The simplicity of a child's mind.

"Don't tell me you forgot about your favorite character!" You hinted, brows raising in surprise. The child threw her head back, sticking her bottom lip out in deep thought. A small gasp shook her tiny body and you locked eyes, a hint of a gummy smile on her face.

"Sung Sung!?"

Her eyes filled with hope as she observed your features, waiting for any sign that her answer was correct this time. Initially, today was supposed to be a day spent with Jisung going to the movies and just hanging out. And it would've been had you not forgotten about watching the child in front of you. Luckily Jisung wasn't appalled at the idea of bringing her along with you as it was quite obvious how much he loved her from the first time he met her. You lifted a finger to your chin in thought.

"Hmm, I don't know... let's find out!" You replied, tapping on Jisung's contact. After a few rings, the call connected and your cousin squealed with delight at the sound of your best friend's voice.

"Sung Sung, when are you gonna be here?" She asked, hopping in front of you excitedly. Sometimes you wondered if she enjoyed Jisung's company more than yours!

"I'll be there in just a few minutes, sweetpea. Can you wait for me?" He asked, voice muffled over the speakerphone. She nodded in response and you laughed, listening to her squeals of happiness.

"That's an affirmative, Ji! We'll be seeing you."

"Alright."

The call ended and your little cousin made her way back over to you. She continued to dance around the living room, slipping under your legs that were propped up on the ottoman, and finally pouncing on the couch beside you.

"Where is Sung Sung?" She asked, standing on the cushion to peer out the window. The question sounded more like a demand. As if the boy should've been there already by some sort of magic spell. You set your phone down, sitting up next to the impatient little girl.

"Why don't we go and wait outside for Sung Sung? He should be here soon!" You said, standing up. Before you could move away from the couch, two little arms flung over your shoulders, climbing onto your back. On instinct, your hands grabbed for her legs, supporting most of her weight so she wouldn't fall. Once she was comfortable, she pointed towards the front door.

"Onward, trusty steed! We must welcome our King Sung Sung at the entrance to the castle!" She said it so seriously that you almost believed you were apart of some fantasy universe. Until those giggles resounded throughout the room once again, emitting nothing but beautiful and happy vibes into everything around her, including you. Imitating the sounds of a cow, you raced through the house with your little cousin clinging to your neck.

"Why are you mooing?" She giggled, causing you to stop and glance over your shoulder with furrowed brows.

"Wha- don't you know about the magical moo-cows?"

"Nooo," more giggles, "I don't believe you!"

You gasped in mock hurt, walking down the hallway as you spoke.

"Well, you should! These special moo-cows carry special little girls all over the kingdom on adventures and they help welcome royal guests."

You felt her cling tighter to your waist with her legs, adjusting herself on your back.

"Do they help welcome Kings like Sung Sung?" She asked, squealing inwardly as you stopped at the front door. You nodded, opening the door to the warm air of late Summer. Just on queue, Jisung skated up the street as you made your way outside.

"Sung Sung!"

Jisung's eyes widened at the sight of your little cousin, hopping off his skateboard at the end of your driveway. Jisung was your best friend, that you were sure of. But for the past few months, you noticed the shift in your emotions; the shift that would change things indefinitely. You were crushing on Jisung.

Now just because you noticed them didn't mean you did the healthy thing. Unless stuffing them in the deepest crevis of your mind and ignoring them was healthy. But even that was hard because frankly, Han Jisung did a lot of things that made your heart rate pick up. Right now was no exception. You watched as your little cousin ran up to him, that mousey voice repeating Jisung's nickname like a mantra. He bent down to pick her up and she squealed once more.

"Hello, my little peanut." Jisung beamed, resting her on his hip. She smiled from ear to ear, wrapping her small arms around his neck. You knew how much adoration Jisung had for her, so much so that you swore you'd never seen him interact with any other child in the same nature. That little girl had Jisung wrapped around her tiny finger and vice-versa.

"Aren't you going to welcome your King inside?" You asked, prompting your little cousin to hide her face in the crook of his neck. Jisung could feel his heart explode in his chest at her actions, so simple yet so sweet.

"Aww, have you been keeping watch over my crown? You know it's very important to me." He said and she nodded. The three of you made your way inside, Jisung making a B-line for the living room with the pint-sized child still in his arms. As soon as he sat down she was gone, running off to fetch her King's glorious crown.

"You know, she adores you more than Prince Eric!" You said entering the living room, drinks in hand. Jisung chuckled, taking the soda you offered him.

"What, nooo... You think so?"

You smirked at his hesitance, cracking open your own drink. Before you could answer, the sound of tiny footsteps across the wooden floor resounded through the house. Your little cousin bounded around the corner, the crown she had made for Jisung in her hands. Without warning, she pounced on his lap and Jisung let out a grunt, handing you his drink.

"Are you using me, King Sung Sung, as a jungle gym?" He bellowed, holding her small body above him. All she managed to do was squeak in surprise, cackling at how low Jisung's voice was.

"That's not King Sung Sung!" She exclaimed as Jisung placed her back on his lap. You watched as he played along, rubbing his stomach.

"Ah, you're right, peanut. I'm not feeling so good." He stared at his hands, rubbing them on his jeans. The child studied his every move, seemingly confused.

"Do you have a tummy ache? Are your eyes being controlled by tiny minions?" Jisung found himself close to breaking character when she pulled a silly face, but he remained calm and collected.

"No, no. It's my hands..." He said, showing her the palms of his hands. "I think it's taken hold of me, I can't control it!" Closer and closer his slender fingers crept towards her sides. You watched as she seemed to connect the dots, springing up to run away from the boy. Her attempt was futile and before you knew it, those contagious giggles filled the room, enveloping you and Jisung in pure bliss.

"Stop! Stop!" She squealed, trying her best to escape Jisung's merciless prodding of her sides. "Magical moo-cow, de- defeat the monster!"

You knew that when your best friend played with your little cousin, he always pulled you into the antics. So naturally, you were keeping your distance to save yourself the stomach ache. But how could you let your precious little fairy be defeated by the big bad tickle monster? You set your drink on the coffee table and armed yourself with an accent pillow, taking a swing at his left side. Jisung obviously wasn't expecting that! His wide eyes stared back at you, mouth agape as you held the pillow up once again, attacking the boy a second time.

"YOU'VE MET YOUR MATCH, TICKLE MONSTER!" You exclaimed, mooing aggressively. Your cousin had sat up and grabbed her own pillow by now, joining you in the battle with soft wallops and a war cry that sounded close to baby Groot.

"YEAH YOU MEANIE! GIVE US BACK KING SUNG SUNG!"

"NEVER!!" Jisung howled, falling off the side of the couch with a thud. You stopped, waiting for him to pop his head over the armrest but he didn't. Did he actually hurt himself? You shuffled to the opposite side of the couch, looking over the side to find... the hardwood floor.

"Ji- AHH!"

In an instant, Jisung had hopped over the back of the sofa and onto you, trapping you under him. His fingers found your sides with ease and you wished you would've kept bashing him with the pillow because you already felt your abdomen screaming for mercy. The little girl had resumed her soft wallops on Jisung's back but you knew that he wouldn't let up on you. You were one of the most ticklish people on Earth and he was eating up every second of your laughter and pleas to stop.

"I'll stop once you apologize for whacking me with those hard pillows!" He said, not backing down in the slightest.

"Oh pl-ease, tho-those are the so- softest pillows I own!" You replied, sucking in breaths every time his fingers dug into your skin. If Jisung was anything, it was relentless! Your arms did their best to fight off his attacks, to no avail. There was no way you could keep this up! Your sides were already cramping from how sensitive your waist was.

"C'mon, Y/N!" He teased, chuckling at your squeals, "It's the King or the Queen!"

Did you hear him correctly? King or Queen? Last you checked you were playing cow! You couldn't bother to worry about it right now, though. You were in a bit of a predicament! Finding your upper arm strength, you shoved him off of you, his back landing on the couch cushion behind him.

"You're right!" You said, grinning down at him. "And the King seems to have been defeated." Jisung smirked back, pulling you forward by the arm. It was that moment that your mind started screaming.

Oh... This is close...

Very close.

Your opposite arm had landed right beside Jisung's head, propping you up just enough that you weren't nose to nose with him. What made you freak was how he was handling this close proximity; way too well! The smirk on his face had faded, turning his expression soft. His brown eyes stared into yours, slightly hidden by his unruly hair. If he still wasn't holding onto your forearm you would have swept those strands from his line of sight but it did make him look softer. So much softer... SNAP OUT OF IT, Y/N! God forbid you had to complete some sort of 'don't crush on Jisung' challenge, you would've lost years ago! Hell, you were breaking now! His gaze fell to your lips for a split second and, oh boy... you wondered if he could hear your heartbeat pick up. Maybe he did because he cocked his head, blinked twice, and pulled you closer. Before your brain could comprehend those actions, Jisung had captured your lips in a sweet and delicate kiss.

Do you pinch yourself now?

This was actually happening!?

Your best friend? Kissing you?

After a few moments, Jisung pulled away. You rested your forehead against his shoulder, keeping your eyes closed out of embarrassment. You don't know why you were embarrassed. Maybe because of how much you enjoyed it. Or maybe it was because you knew he didn't really mean it.

"Eeewwwwww!"

Both you and Jisung looked towards the sound of the small voice. Your little cousin sat on the ottoman right in front of you, her nose crinkled in disgust.

"You just kissed a moo-cow!" She giggled, sticking her tongue out. You glanced down at Jisung, who was already smiling at the little girl. He sat up with you, leaning forward to pick her up and place her on his lap.

"Do you know why I kissed the moo-cow, peanut?" He asked her. Your cousin shook her head, jutting her bottom lip out.

"Well, you know how fairytales go! To break the curse, you need a true love's kiss."

Say what now!?

"But, I thought moo-cows were common. They help greet royal guests," The child poked her cheek in thought. "And you're King Sung Sung. Princes are the ones that break curses!"

You weren't even a part of this conversation, you were just there! Quite frankly, you liked it that way. You didn't know how to respond to any of what was happening anyway. Jisung had kissed you without a word! What did it even mean? You hoped it wasn't going to be one of those 'I kissed you, now let's ignore that for the rest of our lives' situations. On second thought, maybe that wasn't such a bad idea...

Jisung gasped at your cousin's words, shaking his head.

"Is that what you've heard? Tsk, tsk, tsk!" He took the crown from her hands, placing the mass of sticks and orange silk flowers on his head. Perfect. "Kings are much more powerful than Princes. And if you see a magical moo-cow, that's not always a good thing."

"What! Why?" She questioned, her brown eyes darting between you and Jisung. Yeah, why!!! You were as confused as she was.

"There are evil wizards in this kingdom that curse others, turning them into animals! Y/N just happened to be one of those people." He said, shooting you a smile. That beautiful smile... The child blinked, seemingly confused before she shrugged.

"Ok, well... can we go for ice cream now?"

You let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head.

"You haven't eaten dinner yet, muffin." You reminded, hearing her whine in protest.

"C'mon, you wanna grow up to be strong, right?" Jisung asked, standing up with the little girl in his arms. A sheepish nod was the only answer he received. "Then you've gotta eat right! We can't defeat evil with just ice cream!"

"Of course we can!"

Oh, that was a good try on her part. You grabbed your phone off the table, slipping it in your pocket.

"Then, let's get going!"

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I genuinely enjoyed writing this and I hope you guys enjoyed reading it! If y’all want a part 2, let me know 💗 I’ll most likely post that on Ji’s birthday!

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