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serpentinesarang · 4 years ago

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falling for you

pairing: baekhyun (byun baekhyun) x fem reader | part 2

genre: non-idol!au, angel!baekhyun, fluff, slow burn, split-perspective, first- and second-person writing styles, LOTS of plot buildup and dialogue, mild smut mixed in, part of a series

word count: 3831

content warnings: alcohol, swearing, theme of angels, virgin reader, strong theme of voyeurism, reader has gender-neutral best friend, vibrator masturbation

summary: baekhyun, your guardian angel watching over since the day you were conceived, has fallen in love with you and can’t bear to just watch you anymore. he needs so much more.

a/n: partly inspired by the teen romance-fantasy series hush, hush by becca fitzpatrick. #17 on my prompt list ♡

korean key:

⦿ none this time

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You

It’s your 21st birthday, and a beautiful, late-spring day awaits you. You turn off your alarm, roll out of bed, and drag yourself to the bathroom for a much-needed shower.

Once you flick on the vanity lights above the sink, you stop in your tracks. You know what... today’s my big day. I’m gonna do shit MY way today, you think while eyeing yourself in the mirror.

You exit the bathroom for a moment and retrieve the unopened bottle of Fireball [American cinnamon whiskey] atop your dresser. Your dad had sent you the bottle along with your favorite brand of chocolate and a sweet card, and you’d accidentally received the package one day early (oh well!). Unscrewing the cap, you take a hearty gulp and wince at the delicious burning sensation in your chest.

“Fuck yeah,” you grumble aloud as you replace the bottle and amble back to the bathroom.

You turn the knobs of your glass-encased shower and strip off your pajamas while the water heats up.

Baekhyun

Good gracious. I will never tire of her waking up and taking morning showers. She looks the most ethereal after she sleeps and the most serene with water cascading down every bit of her curvaceous body. The way her nipples grow erect from the pressure of the water and the occasional chills when she reaches out to change the background music playing... her hair slicked back, drawing all my attention to her stunning face...

My darling human has at last become what they call an adult. She is now able to legally enjoy spirits and be merry with friends.

I remember the moment she was conceived and I was assigned as her guardian. I made sure her mother was never in harm’s way during her pregnancy with my darling, and ever since then, she has been my reason for existence. No other human soul before her had ever latched itself so deeply into my being, and I can’t stand the distance anymore.

I sit on her long bathroom counter with my wings comforting my back against the wall and my legs hitched upward, just watching her wake up to another day. The glass walls of the shower have fogged up, but I can easily discern her silhouette swaying side-to-side with the music. She seems to be in an unusually happy mood today, and I plan to make her even happier tonight.

You

You step out and dry yourself off, twisting your hair into a towel turban. You tiptoe in front of the mirror and wipe off the condensation with your forearm. Just then, your cell phone on the counter launches into a FaceTime call, the screen showing your best friend’s name.

Accepting the call audio-only, you greet them cheerily, “Good morning, sexy bitch!”

They chuckle. “Show me your face, coward! I wanna see what my 21-year-old best friend looks like on her birthday!”

You dramatically sigh and oblige your friend, keeping your phone facing the ceiling as you tap your camera on. You tower over the screen at a comical angle that only shows your towel-wrapped head and exposed neck. “Here she is!”

“A knockout as always. I hope you know that,” they reply.

Smiling, you ask, “What’s up?”

“We still good to go out to Fire & Ice tonight? I’m not gonna let you leave until you’re so sloshed that I have to carry you out!”

You laugh at your friend’s excitement. “Yes, I took the whole weekend off, so let the debauchery begin, my friend.”

You talk about your club plans a little more before your friend goes on a long diatribe about their evil stepmother—not really fresh territory at this point. So you carry your phone around while you dress in jeans and a college t-shirt, eventually returning to the bathroom for a quick round of makeup.

Your bestie is still regaling you with their convoluted family drama when you feel yourself zoning out into the mirror. It’s as if all other noises around you have slowly faded away, and the only thing you hear is a voice, seemingly right next to you, whispering with a velvety softness, “You’re beautiful as you are.”

Mesmerized by the voice, you unconsciously sigh out of deep contentedness, and your friend asks if you’re still keeping up. You assure them all is well, except for the fact that you’ve been hearing a comforting voice for the past three years now.

A voice you obey by only putting on mascara.

Baekhyun

I’ve been speaking to her since she turned 18. I always wanted her to know she’s never truly alone, but the problem with my method is that she never fully processes me. She’s always so captivated when I speak to her that it never occurs to her something extraordinary—someone extraordinary—is connecting with her, guiding her, encouraging her. And it doesn’t help that I can’t read her thoughts or impede her free will by planting thoughts. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the wide-looked look of bliss that overcomes her every time she hears me.

She goes about her morning as she usually does on the weekends: sitting on her balcony with a plate of toast, a cup of coffee, and whichever book she borrowed from the public library. This time, it’s Dante’s Divine Comedy.

I love the irony.

You

Two hours of reading pass before you grow restless and retreat back to your room. Flopping in bed, you let your mind wander. You’ve been single for as long as you can remember, and you’ve taken a liking to the clearly male voice you hear every once in a while. If you’re honest with yourself, you’re scared deep down of the reality of such a circumstance, but because the voice has always cared about you, what’s the harm in believing in it?

Remember, you tell yourself, it’s all about you today.

Without any more hesitation, you yank open the drawer of your nightstand and pull out a black wand vibrator. You may be a virgin, but you’re not an idiot who doesn’t know what pleasure is.

Wiggling out of your panties and jeans, you throw them to the floor and spread your legs across the mattress as comfortably as possible.

“Come back to me,” you whisper almost inaudibly.

Baekhyun

Absolutely nothing else on this planet makes me happier than watching my darling pleasure herself. She obtained that vibrating device last year as a gift from her friend, and ever since she discovered this realm of physical pleasure, I’ve fallen harder and faster for her. The salacious things I’ve watched her do to herself, the phenomenal sounds she emits, the positions she lazes into, the glistening of that little slice of heaven on her body... It drives me mad that I have no senses of smell, taste, and touch because I want to experience what she does. And with her.

Today is different. She’s never spoken aloud like that, and the yearning in her voice makes me believe it’s for me.

I rest on my stomach with my chin atop my hands, peering at the slit between her supple legs and how it’s slowly begun to flood as she drags the device up and down, stopping to rub slow circles at the very top. I don’t hear the thing humming, so she must be preparing herself.

She has one arm bent behind her head, her neck angled to watch herself move the device. Her mouth is ajar, and the rising of her chest fascinates me because it falls in tune with the device.

Then she pushes a button, and I hear it buzzing lowly. Not a millisecond later does her breath catch as her hips dig downward, and she closes her eyes. She holds the black thing at the top, over the little mountain of bulbous, pink flesh.

You

Whoever he is, you wish he’d speak to you now as you press the wand against your hardened clit. It’s only set to level one, but you feel your orgasm beginning to build up.

So beautiful like this, you imagine him saying. Keep going. I’m right here, and you’re driving me crazy...

You let out a breathy moan as you activate the wand’s level two vibration intensity, and your thighs shake uncontrollably at the heightened pleasure.

Shake for me, beautiful. Take me to your heaven, your imagination continues. It’s right then, though, that his voice sounds beside your ear for real in a soft tone: Yes, darling, you did it.

After hearing this voice long enough to be able to conjure it in your mind with any array of sinful words, today is the first time it brings you to a time-stopping orgasm.

Baekhyun

Out of nowhere, her hips fly off the bed and surge in random, up and down motions, and I watch the small opening of her slit pulsate in time with her hips as it erupts with a lovely, transluscent essence. I wish I could feel her arousal on my fingertips instead of just watching.

Her voice comes out in broken utterances and ragged moans: “UH-uh-huhhh-ugghhhh... ffffff-UH-uh-uuuck.”

The vibration ceases, and she tosses the device beside her with a heavy exhale, evidently spent. Her legs are still spread, and I can’t help but inch myself closer to observe the way her soaked flesh speaks to me in its language of spontaneous throbbing.

You

The rest of the day passes you by. After you came, you made lunch, went to the gym for a workout, went to the DMV to change your driver’s license, came home and read some more, answered a few work emails, perused social media, ate dinner, and even watched a movie. A typical Saturday for you, nothing particularly special by any means. The real fun would be at 9 PM when your bestie promised to pick you up.

...

You glance at the time on your phone: 8:56 PM. Perfect, a few more minutes to double-check everything.

Phone case on a crossbody chain with your new license and credit card stored inside? Check. House key attached to the chain on a carabiner clip? Check. Hair flat-ironed with minimal frizz and ultimate shine? Check. Makeup? Eh, all you did was pat on some cheekbone highlighter. Check. Outfit? Sleeveless, burgundy top with an open, laced up backside, faux leather miniskirt, and basic black Converse for comfort. Check.

You smile at yourself in the full-body mirror in your apartment’s foyer. “Effortless.”

Yes, the voice agrees.

...

It’s just after 9:15 when you arrive at the Fire & Ice club downtown. The bouncers stamp both of your left hands with purple stars for the bartenders to serve you the goods before you’re pushed along with the crowd further into the expansive club.

Lights of every color strobe all over with red-tinged string lights on the perimeter of the whole place, and a massive blue-tinged spotlight on the DJ and his setup. The dancefloor in the middle is decently crowded with people around your age, a few 40-something couples sticking out adorably.

“No chasers for you, missy,” your friend reminds you with glittering eyes and a loving squeeze on your upper arm.

You nod, feeling thrilled to be out on the town for once. You raise your index finger to the ceiling with a victory screech: “To the bar!”

Over an hour later, the overhead lights go out, the DJ’s spotlight turns red, and the entire bar gets lit up from the see-through floor with bright, pale-blue lights. Even though you’re definitely tipsy now, you finally notice the mirrored wall panels surrounding the club, and all the spotlights bouncing off of them combined with the bar’s own futuristic lighting makes you realize how truly fire and ice this place is.

Not surprisingly, your friend had slid into their drunk phase a little faster than you, and they’d disappared somewhere with a girl they’d met at the bar. They’d sent you a text 20 minutes ago reading, “Met a spicy lil thang at the bar. I’ll find u later! Keep ordering!!!”

Were you bothered? Nah, you really weren’t. This has happened a few times before elsewhere, and you were still intent on enjoying this day your way, even if that meant dancing like an idiot by yourself.

Were you wondering where the voice was? Yes. He hadn’t spoken to you since you got picked up.

Gulping down the rest of your Captain and Coke, you return the glass to the bar and catch somebody to order a Vegas Bomb shot. Feeling yourself finally dipping into your drunk mode, you down the shot with ease, not so much as wincing at the burn of the alcohol before heading straight back to the center of the dancefloor where a group of girls had left a pocket for you to slip in.

The DJ blends the ending of the current song with the beginning of a new one, “All That” by Emotional Oranges, and the vibes you get from this one are sensual. You’re in your own world of alcoholic delight, and you’re erotically body-rolling with yourself before you feel a pair of hands gently grasp your waist.

You feel the person press their chest against your shoulders, their breath icy cold beside your ear. “Effortless, my darling.”

Every fiber of your being comes to a screetching halt when you hear it.

It’s him.

You spin around—a little too quickly considering your current state—and brace your hands against his chest. He responds by wrapping his arms around your back.

Looking back at you with big, almost black-colored eyes is a man with platinum blonde hair and ridiculously full lips. He’s wearing a white button-up shirt tucked into black pants, a look more fitting for a business-casual luncheon or something.

But who cares about the clothes when he has a face like that? With the most flawlessly radiant, olive skin and hands so warm on your exposed back that he feels like a personal heater?

You could feel the surrounding people’s presence melting away the longer you gazed at him, the more it dawned on you with a certainty you didn’t dare doubt that this was truly the voice you’d been hearing.

You blurt the words without any more hesitation: “Say ‘beautiful.’”

Unphased, he fulfills your request with a melodic purposefulness in his voice, keeping his eyes trained on yours.

With relief washing over you, you drop your jaw in a loud exhale. “It’s you!” You bring your hands up to cup his cheeks, desperate to etch his breathtaking face onto your brain.

“It’s me,” he answers with a sheepish smile, hugging your body tighter against his. He feels as firm as Michelangelo’s David sculpture.

Then you faint in his arms.

Baekhyun

I can’t tell if she fainted from the shock of finally meeting me or from her obvious imbibement. I was actually able to smell it on her warm breath, and if I knew what literally anything on Earth smelled like, I’d be able to describe it.

I was more beside myself being able to finally touch her, though, to finally exist with her in the same dimension of reality. Her skin felt supremely smooth, and I could practically feel the love beaming from her face.

She knew it was me because she asked me to say beautiful, something I’d spoken to her earlier in the morning. She didn’t want to test me, but she also didn’t want to test her sanity or sobriety.

I carried her home, glancing down at her with a kind of all-encompassing happiness I’d never felt before as an angel.

You

At last, you rouse from your fainting spell, and the first thing you see is your apartment ceiling. A dull headache is knocking at the back of your head, and thankfully the only light source is the lamp on your nightstand.

You look to your side and are reminded of the night’s events.

“I’m sorryyy,” you murmur, frowning cutely at the platinum-haired man lying beside you with his head propped up in his hand. He moves his free hand from your hip to your jaw, tenderly grasping it and swiping his thumb side to side.

“Please don’t be,” he replies softly. “I’d do anything for you.”

You look at him for a moment, examining his features. “Do you know my name?”

He grins ear to ear, as if enjoying a private joke. “I think you know I do.”

Although you’d slept off the alcohol, you’re still a little lost. How do you explain meeting the man whose voice you’d heard in your head for three years?

You turn to face him, entwining your lower legs with his under the sheets. He seems almost caught off guard by the touch, but he quickly calms himself.

“I don’t know yours, though. Please help me,” you plead, and he picks up on your subtle allusion to the bigger picture, not just his name.

He sighs quietly, ceasing his thumb strokes and taking your hand in his. “I am—was the angel Baekhyun.” He pauses, gently squeezing your hand as he brings it to his white shirt. “I’ve watched over you for the past 21 years and nine months.”

He pauses again, letting this sit with you. You take a moment to process before speaking. “Why hadn’t I heard your voice earlier?”

He nods once, taking in a breath. “I didn’t want to scare you in your younger years, nor did I want others to think you’d developed an imaginary friend. And for obvious reasons, you couldn’t see me before I fell.”

Before I fell.

The words run you over like a semi-truck, and Baekhyun sees it on your face. “Yes, darling, I fell to Earth.”

You furrow your brow, caught between confusion and wanting to cry. “Why?” you whisper.

“I broke the law,” he says before kissing your knuckles. “I fell in love with a human.”

You can’t help but stare at him, speechless.

“And I want you to know that every time you ever heard my voice,” he continues, “I was speaking to you and only you when I felt you needed me. Most angels deliberately avoid speaking to their humans and instead conjure some sort of earthly sign for them to stumble across. But I couldn’t do that with you. I watched you become such an incredibly strong, self-sufficient woman that I worried you’d never get anything in return from anyone. I wanted you to know you have never been alone.”

Tears well in your eyes at Baekhyun’s sincerity, and you struggle to find any words to string together.

He kisses your hand again. “Before this, my only senses were hearing and seeing. I don’t think I can take my hands off you now.”

You burst into a toothy smile. “So that means you’ve watched me do literally everything...”

Baekhyun notices the streak of seduction coloring your eyes. Glancing toward your nightstand quickly, he says under his breath, “That thing drives you wild.”

You smirk, pulling your intertwined hands forward so you can kiss his knuckles this time. “Do you know how wild your voice has driven me? Still?”

“I kind of always suspected it,” he admits with a smirk. “Nevertheless, we are together, and I don’t know how to adequately express how deeply happy I am, much less how happy I want to make you.”

Moving your legs from his, you kick back the sheets. He’d left you both fully clothed, that gentleman.

“What time is it?” you say as you twist around to check your phone. Your home screen reads just past 3 AM, and there’s even a new text from your bestie: “Glad u found someone!! Text me tomorrow and happy bday again <3″

You turn back to Baekhyun, propping yourself up on your elbow like him. “You texted my friend?”

He nods earnestly. “I’ve seen you do that enough times to understand the courtesy of letting them know.”

You smile in response, deciding to push his shoulder until he’s lying on his back and you’re straddling him. He responds by placing his warm hands on your hips.

You throw your hair to one side before leaning over him with an outstretched arm. “Baekhyun,” you whisper.

“Yes, my darling?” he hums, his eyes eagerly drinking you in.

“I want you.”

His eyes widen enough for you to notice, and he unknowingly digs his fingers into your sides.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he says above a whisper.

You lean back and unzip your miniskirt, then you tug at your top’s ribboning to undo it enough for you to pull it off. You take in a deep breath as Baekhyun feverishly assesses you, and your nipples grow hard at his unfettered attention.

“Haven’t you seen this enough?” you ask him softly.

He shakes his head. “Never enough. And now I can feel you, smell you, and taste you.”

You carefully stand above him and brace a hand against the wall as you yank the skirt off, one of his hands tenderly holding your ankle. You straddle him again and sit a little bit lower so you can unbutton his shirt, open his pants and pull out the ends of his shirt.

Spreading the shirt fully open, his chiseled torso knocks the breath out of you. You bring your hands to his abs but hesitate for a second.

“Please keep going,” he begs quietly.

With his approval, you bring your hands down and gingerly run them over the indentations of his abs and the plains of his defined pecs. You trace your index finger from his chin over his Adam’s apple all the way down to his navel.

“Darling?”

“Yes, Baekhyun?”

“What am I feeling in my pelvis? Is something wrong with me?”

You look down and find his very human, very pink, very swollen erection poking out of his underwear. Taking his questions seriously, you answer him: “You have an erection, a boner. That means you’re turned on.”

“’Turned on?’”

“Aroused, excited, in the mood. This is how human men show it,” you reply, keeping your voice sincere. He deserves the truth as it is, not through jokes and teasing. “You’ll have to learn how to control it in public.”

He quickly infers your hidden meaning, nodding. “I trust you.”

Chuckling at his random admission, you say, “I trust you too. I’d like to help you with being a human as you have helped me.”

He beams at you. “I welcome your guidance wholeheartedly.”

You smile and spend the next minute removing your panties and the rest of his clothing.

Baekhyun, in your eyes, is literally the definition of perfection. Covered in bulging muscles and gleaming skin with an unusual heat that almost radiates off his body, you fell speechless again.

You’re on all fours above him now, hovering your face above his. “You make a fine human, Baekhyun.”

“Thank you,” he smiles, his hands back on your hips.

“Stop me whenever,” you say firmly. He nods softly, patiently waiting for your move.

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cinnonym · 4 years ago

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take the day off, get a massage (cause we've got this one all under control)

Written for Day 8 - Winter Solstice of 12 Days of Supercorp @supercorpbb

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***

9:15 am

“Golly, am I looking forward to this day.” Kara yawns and huddles closer against the curve of Lena’s back. Her breath tickles Lena’s neck, warm and comfortable. Lena hums.

“Four.”

“Hmm?”

“That’s the fourth time you’ve said this,” Lena murmurs. “Not that I mind.” She can feel sleep tugging at her eyelids once more and relishes in the thought that she won’t have to fight it. That she can succumb to the weight guiltlessly.

Kara doesn’t reply. She’s probably drifted off again already and will wake in half an hour with the same sentence on her lips once more. Lena smiles a bit about the predictability of it all, before a yawn overcomes her and drags her down with it.

***

9:51 am

“Golly,” Kara says, sleep still blurring her words. “I love this, I really do. What a good idea.”

Lena makes an affirmative sound, somewhere between a sigh and a purr. She hasn’t felt this relaxed in months, maybe even years. The warmth of Kara’s arm around her waist, the cold of Kara’s nose against her neck, what more can a woman ask for?

“I am starting to become a bit hungry though,” comes Kara’s voice from behind, and Lena has to suppress a chuckle as she rolls around to face her girlfriend.

“Of course you are.”

“Hey!” Kara’s eyes were still closed, but they open now, blinking slowly several times until all traces of tiredness have given way to a semi-offended glare. “It’s – “ she pauses and squints at the clock “ – more than two hours after my usual breakfast time. Of course my stomach is demanding attention.”

Lena lets out a laugh. “Demanding, huh? And that although you so dislike to be ordered around.”

Kara’s on her suddenly, pinning her down so quickly that Lena strongly suspects the involvement of superspeed.

“Damn right,” she says in a low voice, letting her gaze wander over Lena menacingly. Unfortunately, the effect is somewhat undermined by Kara’s stomach releasing a protesting grumble just then. Kara blushes, and just like that she rolls off of Lena again.

“Boss said no,” she murmurs, shrugging helplessly.

Lena grins. “Good thing we’ve got all day.”

“Golly, am I looking forward to that.”

***

11:38 am

The phone rings just when Lena is beginning to contemplate a nap. The sun still hasn’t peeked through the clouds once, and so it continues to be exactly the kind of dreary that you could wish for on a day like this. The kind of dreary that practically invites you to sleep.

But the phone is ringing, and that means Lena has to make a decision. She groans as she lifts her head from Kara’s chest to look at her.

“Reject or ignore?”

Kara shrugs. Her fingers are drawing lazy circles on Lena’s back, and she looks about as sleepy as Lena’s felt just a minutes ago.

“Maybe I’ll look who it is and choose then,” Lena decides, reaching for the vibrating device. It’s Jess, and apparently it’s not the first time she’s tried to get through to Lena. They have somehow managed to miss three calls, and if that isn’t proof of a dedicated sex life, then Lena doesn’t know. She chuckles quietly.

“It’s Jess,” she tells Kara, “for the third time.”

“What does she want?”

“I wouldn’t know.” The call stops. A small flutter of worry stirs in Lena’s stomach, even though she doesn’t want to feel it. Doesn’t want to leave the comfortable bubble Kara and she have created for themselves today.

Kara seems to sense where her thoughts are going, because she takes the phone from Lena and puts it on the nightstand again.

“No work,” she says sternly, “no outside world, and no leaving the bed unless it’s for food or bathroom breaks. Those are the rules.”

Lena bites her lip. She swallows the ‘What if’s’ that lie on the tip of her tongue. She banishes the thought of work to the remotest corner of her mind and kisses Kara on her collarbone instead.

“You’re right,” she murmurs, “they’ll get by without me for one day.”

***

2:01 pm

It turns out that Kara is much less relaxed when it’s her phone that’s ringing. Or maybe it’s the amount of calls she gets. But with every time her ringtone sounds out, she gets quieter and quieter, until at one point, she grabs her phone exasperatedly, turns it off, and tosses it into the armchair at the opposite corner of the room.

“One day!” She exclaims. “One day, the darkest day of the year, and a Sunday at that! You’d think the criminals would stay at home voluntarily, snuggle up to their girlfriend maybe, enjoy a good 32 hours in bed, and just take. One. Day. Off. It’s not that hard, or is it?”

“It’s not,” Lena concurs, finishing one braid in Kara’s long and unfairly soft hair and starting another.

“I work the year round, every day. And night, mind you. Weekends, holidays, always. And I do it gladly. I do it selflessly. I do it with a smile on my face, even. But one day off. One day. Is that really too much to ask for?”

“It’s not.” Lena pauses her braiding to put a soothing hand on Kara’s head. “You’re just doing such a good job the rest of the time, people have forgotten how to take care of themselves without you.”

Kara leans into the touch with a sigh and a grateful smile. “Is it wrong that I kind of like how much they depend on me, even though it annoys me today?”

“Of course not.” Lena lightly scratches her nails over Kara’s scalp, drinking up the contented sighs that fall form Kara’s lips. “I think everybody wants to be needed. It gives us purpose. It gives us strength.” She leans down to press a gentle kiss to Kara’s forehead before she takes up her braiding again. “It’s one of the greatest paradoxes of humankind that this strength doesn’t suffice to sustain you. That you need breaks from being useful, lest your strength depletes.”

Kara nods, momentarily upsetting the row of braids Lena has already finished.

“I love you,” she says.

Lena smiles. “I love you too.”

***

3:45 pm

“I think my butt fell asleep.”

“I call your butt and raise you two legs.” Lena groans. “How do teenagers do this?”

“Do what?” Kara asks, giggling a little at the exaggerated noises Lena is making.

“Do this.” Lena gestures at the two of them, sprawled out on the mattress. “Lie in bed all day, barely moving, except to change the video game or whatever they occupy their brains with all day.”

Kara laughs, loud and hearty. “Rao, Lena, sometimes you are so odd.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Not all teenagers spend all their time in bed, dummy,” Kara says, and it’s only her fond tone that saves her from the pillow Lena almost hurdles at her. “I, for example, was a very active teenager.”

“You hardly count,” Lena retorts, sticking out her tongue when Kara narrows her eyes at her. “Because you’re always active.”

Kara wrinkles her nose, but Lena’s point holds. She huffs.

“What about you then, what did you do as a teenager?”

“I,“ Lena says dignifiedly, “didn’t experience an adolescence.”

“Lena, your adolescence was less than ten years ago.”

Lena sighs dramatically and rolls over, facing her girlfriend with a regretful stare.

“Tell that to my back pain…”

***

4:09 pm

“Isn’t it sad,” Kara muses, kneading Lena’s trapezius muscle with blissfully strong hands, “how it’s already getting dark again?”

Lena moans softly when Kara hits a particularly tense spot. “Is it?”

“Yeah.”

They are silent for a while, Kara moving slowly and methodically up and down Lena’s back, Lena shimmying in and out of consciousness. No phone has rung in over two hours, nobody has disturbed them in their self-imposed solitude, no rule has been broken so far. They are doing exactly what they’ve planned for the day, and it is nothing.

“What a good day,” Lena murmurs, “What a good idea.”

Kara gives her ass a squeeze, and Lena, well on her way to another nap, almost jumps.

“The hell?” She exclaims, which immediately earns her another slap. “What?”

Kara’s voice is a melange of amusement and indignation. “You forgot the golly!”

***

6:37 pm

They start speaking at the same time.

“It’s almost Christmas,” Kara says, and Lena murmurs “How am I already tired?” and then they look at each other and laugh.

“What did you say?” Simultaneously. “You first.”

Lena recovers faster, so she pokes Kara, who’s still laughing, between the ribs.

“Tick, your turn, please speak now.” She presents Kara her fist as a mic, which only results in another burst of laughter. Then Kara’s hand closes around hers, pulling her closer.

“Hello hello, can you hear me?”

Lena giggles. She feels carefree in a way she hasn’t felt in possibly all her life. “Loud and clearly. Please repeat your question.”

“Yes hello,” Kara says, pompous in a way that is exactly like on real TV interviews. “I didn’t so much ask a question as rather observing a fact. That fact being of course the upcoming holiday, namely Christmas.”

At this point they have to drop the act, because Lena is laughing so hard that the mic is shaking and “the connection seems to be bad, hello hello?” And Kara grins at Lena like she did when Lena first fell in love with her, wide and open and with her heart in her hands, ready to give it to anyone she thought worth fighting for. Even a Luthor. Even Lena.

“I’m looking forward to Christmas,” Lena says, but what she means is that she’s never liked the holidays much, until Kara came around and made them worthwhile.

And somehow Kara understands.

“Yes,” she says, “me too.”

***

8:52 pm

“There’ll be much work to catch up on tomorrow,” Lena sighs, playing with the thought of looking at her phone and deciding against it. “But that are tomorrow’s problems.”

Kara hums. She’s floating half an inch above the bed because she finds the mattress is too warm after bearing her body all day.

“I’m still looking forward to that somehow.”

Lena chuckles. “Yes, me too. Isn’t that weird? I thoroughly enjoyed today, but I couldn’t do it again tomorrow.”

“It’s about the – “ Kara forms the chef’s kiss gesture minus the kiss “ – purpose.” She turns on her side to look at Lena. “Or so a wise woman once told me.”

“Sounds very wise indeed. Did she also say something about the reason why I’m tired even though we did nothing all day?”

“Nope.” Kara pops the p, then lets herself fall back on the bed. “But here’s my theory: inaction is like negative action. And at the end of the day, it’s the absolute value that counts, minus or plus doesn’t matter. So if you’ve balanced action and inaction, you won’t be that tired, because they cancel each other. But if you have an overload of either action or inaction…”

“… you’ll feel about as exhausted as I do right now,” Lena finishes, her eyes already closed. “Seems reasonable. It’s compatible with my strength theory, I like that.” She yawns, and feels blindly for Kara’s hand. “Either way, all in favour of an early night, raise your hand.” She lifts their entwined hands off the mattress. “Whooo.”

Kara breathes out a laugh. “Also, if we go to bed now, then tomorrow will come faster.”

“Scientifically incorrect,” Lena murmurs, “but golly.”

“What?”

Lena snuggles into Kara’s embrace until all she can smell is Kara, and all she can feel is also Kara. She yawns again.

“Golly am I looking forward to tomorrow.”

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history, huh?

chapter 3: propius

(check the rb for chapters 1 + 2 on tumblr + ao3 links!)

Adam was woken at 5 o’clock on the dot with a series of sharp knocks on his door. “Up and Adam,” Gansey’s voice called, making the one stupid dad joke that always set Adam’s blood to a boil. He was too tired to react, however.

“Kindly leave until a later time,” he called, his voice heavy with sleep. “I don’t have class for another three hours.”

Gansey opened the door anyway, striding in with more pep than anyone should have in the morning.

“You’ve made the tabloids, my friend. Your weekend with Ronan finally hit.”

“Did you sleep at all?”

“Nope,” Gansey said cheerfully. “‘From America, With Love: Ronan and Adam flaunt friendship.’” He turned on his heel once he’d crossed the length of the room, which Adam could never forget was formerly Malia Obama’s, and seated himself in Adam’s desk chair.

Adam had never been closer to considering strangulation. He elected to shove his hearing ear into his pillow instead.

Unfortunately, the muffled sounds of Gansey speaking still made their way in. “‘Photos: Adam’s Weekend in England,’ oh, that’s boring…ah-hah: ‘New Bromance Alert? Pics of FSOTUS and Prince Ronan.’”

Adam resigned himself to his fate and mentally promised himself a giant cup of coffee. “As long as I’m getting fewer death threats on Twitter, I’m happy,” he mumbled into his blankets.

Gansey ignored him. “Why are you so tired? It’s the hour of kings, time to be awake and alive.”

“I’d settle for dead if it meant I could sleep at this point, to be frank.”

“Please don’t be frank. Be Adam.”

Adam sat up, eyeing Gansey in his wire-framed glasses with disdain. “Any more puns and I suffocate myself with this pillow.”

“Please don’t,” Gansey said, but his eyes had already returned to his screen. While he read through the articles, he continued his line of questioning. “Working on the campaign late last night?”

“Not really,” Adam admitted. “I had a Press and the Presidency paper to write.”

“Just write ‘I’m Adam Parrish’ on a piece of loose-leaf paper to turn it in and you’ll probably get an A. You live it every day, for Christ’s sake.”

“And yet I still need to cite sources in Chicago Advanced.”

“You’d think nepotism would work out more in your favor.” He flicked to a fresh article, a gesture Adam only recognized from all the other times Gansey had done it. “Luckily, I think the press is eating this one up.”

Adam grimaced. “Fantastic.”

“Not-campaign-ruining, you mean.”

“That too, I suppose.” He wanted nothing more than to flop back against his pillows and get the sleep his body so desperately craved after being jet lagged for a week, but he fought the urge.

“That _ People _exclusive takes the cake, I think. I didn’t realize how much you cherished your relationship with Ronan.”

“Fuck off, please. Or end my misery.”

“No to both. Why are you even taking that press course?”

Adam slid out from under his blankets, rolling his shoulders to try and wake up more. “Curiosity, I guess. It never hurts to learn more of what not to do.”

Gansey looked up from his phone to level a glance at Adam. “And what have you learned so far?”

“…Don’t have a sex scandal?”

“You _ would _need someone to tell you that.”

_ “Hey,” _Adam said, affecting outrage.

Gansey lifted his thumb to run over his lower lip, tilting his head consideringly. “One of us three will probably have a scandal before your mother’s second term is up.”

“If there is a second.”

“Chin up, young padawan. With you working on it we’re guaranteed.”

“I don’t know, Gansey,” Adam replied. “I don’t think I’m the good luck charm you believe in.”

“Of course you are,” Gansey said. “We won the first time, no?”

Adam glanced exaggeratedly around the room and to the phone in Gansey’s hand. “I’d say so. That or we’re about to get questioned very thoroughly about the the events of last three years.”

“Don’t make me cut you off on the true-crime videos.”

His eyes narrowed, focusing on Gansey. “Don’t you dare.”

“Blue agrees, anyway,” Gansey said, successfully deflecting topics. “Said there’s a ninety-four percent chance you’ll get into a sex scandal before the general.”

“Both of you date more than I do, why am I the one who’s supposedly having a sex scandal?” Once his initial outrage passed, disbelief crept in at the time of day. “Did you just text Blue at five AM and get a response? How the hell did you manage that?”

“She’s been up,” Gansey dismissed. Adam stared at him for a moment, and then Gansey seemed to feel the weight of his stare. His eyes widened almost comically. “Oh, Christ, no, not that. Nate Silver asked for another set of eyes on the Superbowl predictions, and she’s trying to get a shoo-in with them before the primaries begin. I just brought her some coffee.”

“And you didn’t bring me any?”

“You’re the only one of us who hasn’t been up all night. You need coffee the least of all of us.”

“Don’t blame me for your bad decisions.” Adam squinted at Gansey. “Were you working on an article all night or something?”

He snorted. “Hardly. They’ve been blocking all of my pieces. Too far from my mother’s politics, too far from your mother’s, too controversial, too critical, all in that order.”

“Thought you were liking the _ Post _gig?”

“On paper,” Gansey dismissed. “I’ve defaulted to writing about Welsh history.”

“Sounds like it’s right up your alley, then.”

“Once again, on paper.”

“How do you even connect the Welsh to the hellscape of American politics?”

Gansey waved a hand. “‘Eternal spirit,’ ‘fighting for honor,’ ‘remembering Glendower and others who set a pristine model,’ et cetera, et cetera.”

“People read that? That just sounds like you in high school spouting off again.”

“Yes, Adam. People read it.” Gansey squinted at his phone again. “Twitter _ really _likes you and Ronan together.”

“We’re exciting,” Adam said dryly, reaching for his laptop. He scanned over his most recent paper while Gansey dramatically narrated replies to the gif of them on _ This Morning. _

“‘Either of them could stab me and give me one of those smiles and I’d thank them,’ Jesus Christ,” Gansey read, “They really love your fake smiles… ‘name a more iconic duo, I’ll wait,’ hm, maybe any other duo? ‘Oh my God, just _ kiss already.’” _

Adam choked out a laugh as Gansey punctuated the last one with a dramatic and uncharacteristic hand wave. “At least it’s working,” he allowed, shutting his laptop once he felt secure about his essay. “Now get out. _ Some _of us have places to be.”

Adam’s phone buzzed on his way out of his cursed Presidency and the Press course.

Somehow, the interest of those around him seemed to pique even higher when he looked at his phone instead of in front of him. It wasn’t a new sensation by any means; ever since starting at Georgetown, he’d felt eyes on him constantly, but the intensity increased tenfold each time his classmates thought he was too occupied to see them staring. He noticed every time, but of course nothing could be done about it.

The name _ HRH shitty bird boy _ popped across his screen. How strange - in only a week, he’d almost entirely forgotten that the name he had (quite maturely) given Ronan in his phone was… _ that. _As he swiped the notification open, he felt a certain amount of trepidation as to what a technology-averse prince would ever text him about.

His harassment and emergency fears flew out the window with the body of the text, simply a screenshot of their tabloid appearance with the added caption of _ youre the nerd and I’m the cool jock. _

_ Competitive yachting? _Adam asked in response, nearly tripping over his own feet while typing.

_ ffs i told them to stop writing that as my preferred sport. _

Adam felt his lips twist against his will.

_ I’m sorry, this is a common problem? _

_ you can’t even imagine. _

_ I appreciate that they consider competitive yachting a regal sport. _

_ status symbols and faux athleticism are the core of the monarchy. _

Adam blinked down at his phone, stopping short abruptly. Persephone, from behind him, adjusted accordingly.

He…hadn’t been expecting this. Any of it. The text, the almost-joking response, the casual statement about the monarchy being ridiculous despite him being in it. Their conversation ended there, and it was probably for the better. He resumed his pace, trying to get to his next class. He almost forgot about the texts, too; save for a rogue screenshot Adam sent him of speculation on Ronan’s presence in Majorca, nothing else went between them.

Sometimes, Adam could _ just barely _ get away with being on his phone during briefings with Maura. He hated to be distracted during them - they were _ important, _he knew that, but all the same occasionally she spent a particularly long time covering an obscure dignitary’s comments and he’d gotten too few hours of sleep to truly focus and someone or other was blowing up his phone.

Maura’s topic of conversation this week appeared to be a series of Buzzfeed articles run on the lack of pets in the First Family, complete with a power point dissecting their points

The glamorous side of politics, truly. Discussing a clickbait series in the West Wing briefing room.

_ iMessage chat to _ ** HRH shitty bird boy **

_ Resumed 30 October, 2019, 1:47 pm _

_ if you want a pet chainsaw dragged in a mouse the other day _

_ Ah yes, the mouse. A pet eternally beloved by constituents. _

_ we can’t all have a raven, that would be unfair _

_ Your heights of cool and goth are truly dizzying. _

_ im glad you agree _

_ Modest, too. _

_ it comes with the wealth and fame _

_ As long as you’re being straight with me, feel free to be as ‘modest’ as you like. _

_ i’m the prince of bloody england. i’m straight all the damn time _

_ That’s the biggest lhxemxlp_

His phone slipped from between his fingers, landing with a dull _ thud _onto the wooden floor. Adam stared helplessly at it, a sleek black rectangle hiding between types of oak. But Maura repeated his name, and he suddenly remembered what had made him drop his phone in the first place. He dragged his eyes up, staring at a spot on the sterile white wall just beyond Maura’s head.

“Adam,” she said a third time, but he refused to look her in the eyes. She conceded immediately. “What the hell?”

He felt his cheeks darken as blood found its way up. “I’m sorry.”

Her lips thinned just like Blue’s did, turning into a dark line on her brown face. “Do you even remember what I was saying?”

“Er…” he scrambled. “Don’t mention animals in any public setting?”

She looked at him for a long moment, then picked up a mug of coffee and took a controlled sip.

“Get out?” she said once she’d swallowed her sip.

“I-”

She pointed to the door. “I am impossibly busy. Take your phone and go laugh in private.”

He nodded once, finally, ducking under the table with his spine pressed against the bottom to grab his phone. His fingers closed around it, grip the edge of the wood, and he was up in a second.

He couldn’t regret it.

Because - well, here was the weird thing.

He wanted another text from Ronan.

_ iMessage chat to _ ** HRH shitty bird boy **

_ Resumed 31 October, 2019, 12:03 am _

_ it’s finally spooky day in your hell country _

_ Isn’t it 5 am in England? _

_ Do you ever sleep? _

_ bold of you to ask that question _

_ halloween, bitch _

_ it waits for no one _

_ I’m really going to have to advocate better habits. _

_ I understand, you’re enthused for Halloween. _

_ do you even care at all _

_ I enjoy halloween like everyone else. _

_ Though your level of excitement feels a little pagan? _

when the skeleton army rises Jesus will forgive me

_ appreciate this glorious day parrish _

_ I have enough fear in my daily life, thanks. _

_ I filed my own taxes all throughout highschool. _

_ And payed rent. _

_ The horrors of early adulthood. _

_terrifying _

_ terrible i’ll never deal with that shit _

_ You’re the prince, we know. _

_ Do you also not have enough horror in your life? _

of course i do

_ but parrish. listen. _

_ this is the one day a year all the monarchy and parliament dress as they are in life _

_ hideous monsters _

He laughed a little harder at that than he should have.

_ You’re telling me the monarchy plays dress up. _

_ ronan_frankensteins_monser_costume.jpg _

_ matthew insisted. did this on me an hour ago _

_ oh my god _

The makeup _ was _really good, and the monstrous look suited him, but hell if Adam ever said that to him.

He may have saved it to his phone, though, to glimpse Ronan’s green-paint covered skin and crooked, drawn-on stitch smile on his perfectly blank face.

Although Adam certainly didn’t intend to make a habit of texting the Prince of England, when he saw a funny bird or a stupid article or an obscure meme his first thought became _I should send that to Ronan. _And Ronan, clearly, was thinking along the same lines. The sheer number of sole emojis that seemed to tell a Ronan-centric story he received at all hours only affirmed that. And somehow, between all the pictogramme and jokes, he started to learn snatches of information. Declan was a better storyteller than Ronan, Matthew was the only person who could make Ronan attend family dinners ever since their father died, and his mother - the Queen of England, Adam had to remind himself sometimes - drew further away every day.

The problem became that he always wanted to know _ more, _and Adam didn’t know if that was due to his rampant curiosity or something else buried deep inside of him, and he was too afraid of what he might uncover by digging to look.

Adam had very few friends.

Most of that came with the territory of being part of the First Family; nothing made casual acquaintances drift away quite like being constantly surveilled by Secret Service agents and trailed by NDAs. Adam didn’t have time for small talk and coffee, a fact which he sometimes lamented and often loved. Part of this came from the type of friendship he became accustomed to with Gansey and Blue, the all-encompassing type of friendship that took over their minds in spare moments and forged ties stronger than steel between them. He’d probably forgotten how to have normal, casual friends, not friends an outsider would think he was completely in love with. And, perhaps more than anything else, it came back down to Robert Parrish and his heavy hands and ringing words. Adam’s memories of his first few years were scattered and inconsistent, but they filled up a too-large corner of his brain all the same. Blue, who entered his life at the tender age of 5, had won his trust with greater ease than their other peers, and Gansey had done the same in high school. They knew him and what he’d been through, and so they could (platonically) love him for all that he was. When campaigning and political office came into the mix, that full truth of Adam Parrish became a secret to guard like any else.

But, oddly enough, Adam had a third friend: Noah Czerny, the thirty-three-year-old baby of the Senate.

Noah and Adam met through an Aglionby networking event while Adam was a student and Noah a recently-elected congressperson, both green as grass in different ways. Adam, thrown neck-deep into a Presidential campaign, had questions, and most of the time Noah had answers. Although all of the professors had warned Adam to proceed cautiously with Czerny, Adam found nothing to fear. Noah had mellowed out quite a bit from his high school days, becoming a familiar face at political events and a surprisingly-wise piece of advice always at the ready. Despite Adam’s near hero-worship of this brand-new politician, half-Mexican just like him and just as frequent to lose sleep rewriting policies that unjustly taxed communities of color or defunded children’s education, they’d formed an improbable bond. The summer before his sophomore year, Noah let Adam closer to the politics process than even his mother had as he ran for the Senate, and Adam took to it almost at once. A politician twelve years his senior was perhaps not a conventional choice of friend, but Adam seldom remained conventional.

It wasn’t too out of the ordinary for Adam to arrive at Noah’s congressional office unannounced, either with business or without, and so when Adam rounded on Noah’s stark, bright, white office, he wasn’t at all surprised to see him ducked over an obscene number of papers.

“It’s Friday night,” Noah said without looking up, barely before Adam had even crossed into the office. As always, the tiny burst of color in the Pride flag deposited in a tourist mug drew Adam’s eye for a long moment before Noah himself did. All Adam could see of him was his brown curls, resolutely held in place even as bent over a desk. “Go party or something.”

“Damn, I didn’t _ think _ this looked like a frat. I knew something was off.” Adam slid into one of the seats across the desk. He had several inches on Noah, but he always felt smaller in those chairs across from the most important legislators in the country. “What’s got you here at eight PM?” Off of Noah’s brief, incredulous look, he amended to _ “this _particular time, I know. You’re salaried. Shouldn’t you…ever go home?”

“I’m trying to get something done so that there’s at least a hope of banning fracking in our lifetimes.”

Adam scoffed quietly, though not for lack of faith in Noah. “Let me know when you’ve cracked the code.”

_ “If, _but sure, I’ll be in contact. Now, why are you here?”

“You didn’t answer my leaving-the-building question.”

Noah’s eyes flickered shut briefly. “Jesus, Adam, I am salaried by the taxpayers of millions of Americans. I’m not going to slack on them.”

“Fine, but don’t make me drag Gansey in here to make you take a long nap and drink some hot soup.”

Adam’s phone buzzed, but he ignored it; despite it being almost 1 am in England, Ronan could presumably take the blame. Noah asked, “Did you catch the Fox town hall last night?”

Adam grimaced. He’d seen part of it, trying to multitask with his macroeconomics homework at the same time, but instead he’d fallen asleep with his head on the laptop screen. “Part of it. It was a shitshow.”

“You can say that again.”

“I honestly thought that Whelk would pull more support from the extremists. He just seemed desperate last night.”

“Oh, he definitely was.” Noah leaned away from his desk, appraising Adam as though considering his words carefully. “We went to school together.”

“Aglionby?” Adam asked. He knit his eyebrows together. “How did I not realize he went there?”

“The school doesn’t exactly love toting him.”

“He’s older than you, though, right?”

“Yes, Adam,” Noah said slowly. “I’m thirty-three. He’s already announced a bid for President. How old do you have to be to run for executive office?”

Adam scowled. “I just came from class, I can’t use my brain. He was a senior when you were a freshman?”

“Yep,” Noah replied. “We were paired in upperclassmen-lowerclassmen bonding.” His lip curled a little. “He outed me.”

“Wait, _ what?” _

“He outed me to the school,” Noah repeated. He looked back down to the papers on his desk, his voice softening to a barely audible level. “I trusted him, which was a dumb thing to do, but I was a really stupid freshman. Scared, too. He was a friendly personality.”

_ “Fuck,” _Adam said, pushing a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, that’s…”

“Terrible?” A bit of Noah’s life returned to him. “Don’t worry about it, kid. It was years ago.”

“But then…Whelk, he was the reason you…?”

“He didn’t make my parents react the way they did. They did that on their own. But no, they wouldn’t have known without him.”

Adam shook his head. “I thought it wasn’t possible to like the guy less, if only because of his politics, but he’s done it.”

“Done what? Received the full wrath of Adam Parrish?”

“He very well may.”

“Don’t worry about him. Whelk will be out soon, believe me. I know him. He may have his parent’s money, but he’s barely old enough to hold office and he’s running on fumes.”

“If he’s not, I’ll convince Blue to skew stats until he is.” Noah knew just as well as Adam that that wouldn’t change anything, but it lightened the air anyway. “It seems kind of pointless to entertain any of them. Greenmantle is probably going to win no matter what.”

Colin Greenmantle: former antique collector, congressperson from Massachusetts, and millionaire with the funds to take over the Republican primary, and very possibly the whole election, before any papers were even filed.

“It’s early,” Noah said. “Too early to worry about it. Too early to even be _ talking _ about it.”

Adam slanted a half-smile at him. “Never too early to worry about an election.”

Noah looked back to his papers before broaching the next topic. “I hear you’ve got a job on your mother’s re-election campaign.”

“Once I graduate, and maybe a little earlier, yeah.”

Noah cast a glance around the office. “Are you sure this is the life you want?”

Adam knew he was referring to the constant bustle, the fear of disappointing and harming instead of helping, and the ever-evolving media scrutiny. He knew it was the closest Noah would give to a warning. “I’m sure.”

Noah sighed. “Fine.” He pointed to the door. “But I won’t let you throw your youth away, not this early. After you graduate, Parrish. Go get drunk and make out with someone.”

Adam stood, his frame unfolding and standing tall. “You are a terrible role model.”

“Can’t hear you over the loud music.”

“You and Blue and Gansey - if I die of alcohol poisoning, it’s all your fault.”

“Feel free to blame, so long as you’re out there and not here.”

“Alright, alright, Jesus. You’ve made your point.”

“Finally,” Noah called after Adam’s retreating form. But Adam could hear the amusement in his voice all the same.

For someone so allergic and averse to technology, Ronan sure seemed to share a lot with Adam.

_ iMessage chat to _ ** HRH shitty bird boy **

_ Resumed 13 Novemeber, 2019, 8:38 pm _

_ bird.m4a _

_ she wont stop nuzzling my head?? _

_ Picking for lice, probably. _

_ God knows you have so many. _

_ my scalp is perfectly clean _

_ Forgive me for abstaining from running my hands over it all the same. _

_ I’ll leave that to her. _

He didn’t always respond, though.

Adam tried not to read into it.

(He mostly succeeded.)

Adam never tired of stepping into the Oval Office. On the Wednesday right before Thanksgiving, he stepped in with the same amount of awe he always had, allowing himself a single moment to glance around at the wide windows and perfectly upholstered furniture. He sat on one of the couches without preamble.

His mother looked up from what was in front of her on the desk and smiled, albeit a tired one that frayed a bit at the corners; Adam had seen a few particularly troublesome foreign dignitaries be escorted away not long before, so he didn’t have to guess at the reason. Ana looked like she belonged to sit right there amongst all the history at that desk, from the sun dipping just beneath her halo of hair straightened within an inch of its life and her stick-straight posture. It might have been a lot at times, but seeing her was a reminder of all the good that came from her position.

She rose and walked to join him, her heels clacking lightly at the ground before she sank onto the cushion beside him and pulled him into a loose hug. Adam had overtaken Ana in height some years before, but there had been a long gap in there as he grew - like one day he was three and a half feet tall and wrapped tightly in her arms and the next he was off to Georgetown and several heads taller. She pulled away after a minute, slowly and bit-by-bit as though savoring her moments as a mother rather than a president. Her hand reached to muss his hair a moment later, and Adam ducked away instinctively before exchanging an identical grin with her.

“God, I forgot how light your hair looks in here,” she said, leaning back a little. “Almost golden.” She tilted her head as though examining him. “Nah. Still brown. But much lighter.”

“How could you forget? The photo here was in _ GQ, _the same article that first declared me the family golden boy.” At the corner of their conversation was the knowledge of where he’d inherited that hair color, as it sure as hell wasn’t from Ana. But he let the thought stay buried, patting the dirt back down with the shovel himself. Their relationship always had an absence in it, and he didn’t particularly feel like deepening it in the Oval Office.

“Ah, so that’s the one I have to blame for your big head,” she responded, reaching for a piece of fruit from the little coffee table. It was a familiar half-jest, borne from Adam’s constant contradicting confidence and imposter syndrome. Idiosyncrasies were just Adam’s style, never one to make things easy for himself. He sometimes wondered if so much of himself conflicted because he tried to walk the middle road so often, balancing his weight over all sides to minimize the damage if the rug was yanked from beneath him, like lying down on a bed of nails: a thousand tiny, dull pains over one sharp, potentially fatal puncture. She smiled again. “Is Noah doing well?”

“For Noah he is. He would barely look up from some new reports on fracking, seems hopeful he’ll be able to garner enough support.”

Ana snorted. “Good luck with that. I’ll be shocked if it reaches the floor for debate.”

“That makes three of us, then.” He nodded towards the desk. “Bad meeting?”

The frown lines on her face deepened. “Don’t get me started,” she drawled, falling back fully against the cushions. After only a moment, she _ did _ get started regardless of what Adam did or didn’t do. “We received the memo a few days ago that a delegation from Sweden wanted to be in contact, right? Fairly standard stuff, Maura gets back to them quickly because they worded it like it was an urgent matter, and there’s a back and forth for a while about scheduling and accommodations. We’re of the belief they won’t be out here until Monday at the earliest.”

Adam knit his eyebrows together. “It’s not Monday.”

“You fuckin’ tell me. Anyway, I’m halfway through a meeting with a few UN representatives when Maura has to interrupt. They arrived at the White House, claimed they had a meeting, and just…didn’t leave. Evan Maura couldn’t get through to them, which is the thing that scared me a little.”

“You should have put Calla on it.”

“Believe me, if she were here, I would’ve. But as it was, I had to hurry out the UN members to deal with decidedly more antagonistic foreign relations.”

“Why were they even here?”

“They wanted to discuss the military relationship between our countries-”

“What the hell?”

“Yeah, I don’t know,” she said, waving one hand in dismissal. “Any points they were trying to make went straight out the window when they started pulling out cue cards, to be honest. I might have to call Löfven to smooth things over.”

“Well, there’s never a dull moment,” Adam said fairly. His mother snorted.

“Sure isn’t. Anyway,” she said, glancing at her watch, “it’s now Thanksgiving, so no more meetings for twenty-four hours.”

“It’s Wednesday.”

She pulled a face in dismissal. “We take our patriotism seriously, darlin’. Don’t want our home state gettin’ too mad.”

“Of course.”

Ana checked her watch again. “The turkeys will be on their way to the Willard by now, so we’re not ruining any American traditions today.”

“Wait,” Adam said. “Where?”

She looked at him, her eyes narrowing. “The Willard. They stay there every year.”

“What? No. _ No. _You cannot give the turkeys five-star accommodations with taxpayer dollars. You’ve been doing this every year?!”

“It’s public knowledge, sugar. Every news outlet mentions it.”

“How did I not-” Adam cut off. “There is no way you can do that! They’re turkeys! It’s a waste!”

“It’s precedent, Adam. I’m not sure if there’s anything to be done at this point.”

Adam stood quickly, pacing back and forth, and his mother stood behind him. “It’s a _ blatant _waste of money, I’m shocked we haven’t already been-”

“Hon, every president so far has done the same-”

“Imagine the story if we broke the tradition! Even conservatives would have to applaud your frugality-”

“We can’t play games with tradition, you know they already call us disrespectful-”

“-we can’t be using _ taxpayer money-” _

“-by all means, if you have the time to find lodging for two forty-pound turkeys-”

“Put them in my room!” Adam blurted. His mother stopped short.

“You’re not serious,” she said. “We’re not putting the turkeys for me to pardon in your bedroom.”

“Yes, we are.”

“Adam-”

He shifted his feet, coming to a stop. He lifted himself up to his full height. Debate Captain Adam, six-time Best Delegate Adam, and First Son Adam converged into one. His mother barely looked phased.

“Oh, God,” his mother said. “I can’t listen to another sales pitch.”

“Madame President,” Adam began, “I’d like to echo the sentiments of the forebears before me-”

“Nope,” she said, making double-time back to her desk. “You’re not going to filibuster me.”

“In 2018 alone, at least forty-three articles in the Wall Street Journal accused the sitting administration of wasting tax dollars. This came on the heels of a tax increase for Americans making more than ten million dollars per year and the subsequent pushback from a more conservative electorate in Congress.”

“Fine!” Ana said, her hand falling to the desk with a thump. She brought it back up to her head to massage her temple a moment later. “I’m too tired to hear my own history read back at me. You win.”

He sat back down on the couch, crossing his legs primly. “Perfect,” he said, allowing himself to smile once again.

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alliahshanerombo · 4 years ago

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MY 7 WAYS TO MAKE MY WEEKENDS MORE HAPPY AND MORE EXCITING

Waking up in the morning and knowing that you are still breathing is a blessing from God. Starting your day with a smile on your face can lead you to have a positive day. Weekend is such a great day to rest or to do such things.

1. Start it with a great meal, fresh morning and you must thank God for another day. Breakfast is a must. They say that breakfast is the important meal. This also helps us to gain some energy to start are day. It may be a chill or tough day but at least thank God that he give you a chance to do your tasks.

2. I set a specific time to do my other homeworks. Friday is the last day or time limit to do my homeworks or projects even though the deadline is far so that my tasks to other subjects will not overlap. Also, for me not to be stress on what will I do first.

3. Have a playdate with my twin babies. As much as possible I will play with my twin babies. I'm playing with them after our online classes. To ease the stress that I am going through.

4. I have some "Me" time too, like sleep. After a long tiring day I need to consume more energy every weekend. Our home is the best place to sleep peacefully. Sleeping helps me to charge my self from being too expose to radiation. I also have these self reflections about myself and I also help myself to cope up with everything.

5. Bonding with my family especially with my father in abroad. We have more time to talk in video call because it's weekend. It makes me happy and feel excited whenever we have this family bonding even though my father is far from us. But thanks to social media and the modern technology we can see and talk to our dad.

6. I watch anime or any vlogs in specific period of time. I just watch it when I still have time to do so. Because I also avoiding too much radiation especially when its weekends. For example, until 9 pm to avoid so much of radiation because we are on online classes on weekdays the best way is to take some rest from using gadgets.

7. Watching Live Mass (church) because we have pandemic that's why we need to stay at home to avoid also the possibilities that we might get infected.We just watch fb live mass with my family and we talk to God and thank him for everyday, for the life that he gave and for the overflowing blessings.

Give time to yourself. Be happy and it's important to take care of yourself too. Avoid some outdoor activities for our safety,spend more time to your love ones. Weekends is for rest not to stress.

Journal #3

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livingouttheworsttimeline · 4 years ago

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Why am I so tired all the time?

4:30 am: youngest child wakes up after wetting the bed. change child, change bedsheets, replace drinks, turn night time music back on, convince youngest child that it is in fact still night time. Climb back into bed a 4:55.

5:00 am: eldest child comes to tell me that youngest child wants to play. I am aware, because I have heard her loudly declaring such since I left their room. Tell oldest child to go back to bed. Pray that, somehow, for the very first time, they will put themselves back to sleep.

5:05 am: give up on hopeless prayers. Get up and take both children to the living room. Change the youngest into underwear. Log into tablets and override the “do not turn on until 6 am” setting. Wait for coffee to finish brewing.

5:23 am: extract self from underneath 2 children and a dog to pour first cup of coffee. It’s half caff, because spouse has a heart condition. Remind self that I can have several cups with impunity.

5:45 am: Eldest child is unhappy with the pre-made breakfast provided for him the night before. When asked what he would like to eat, he responds, “bacon, chinese food, or pizza.” Explain, again, that we need a variety of foods for our bodies to grow strong. Spend 15 minutes convincing him to eat $5 worth of blackberries as a compromise.

6:12 am: Finish 2nd cup of coffee, realize that eldest child’s night time pull up is overflowing with poop. Usher him to the bathroom for a bath. Feel humbled when I realize that I spent 10 years in grad school, and yet I am still reduced to wiping shit off another person. Calmly remind eldest child that he is capable of using the potty, and that I have confidence in him.

6:30 am: Spouse awakes, complains that he slept poorly. Roll eyes and go back to drinking 3rd cup of coffee, in between being elbowed in the stomach and explaining that no, I do not know how to work the video game you just downloaded 15 seconds ago. Remind self that I am their physical and mental safe place, which is worth the literal bruises and mental stress.

6:45 am: extract self from pile of children and dog by physically lifting each dependent off my lap. Verify that spouse is up for supervision duties, collect running clothes, and start treadmill.

6:47 am: stop treadmill because youngest child has entered the room and decided that I will not run today because it’s not fair. Remind self that arguing fairness with a 3 year old is the definition of futility. Gently remind her that I love her, she is a big girl, and she can play independently while I run.

6:49 am: start treadmill again. Nagging calf pain seems to be back. Scale back workout, remind self that value of the run is not the distance. Do extra core workout to compensate.

7:30 am: shower. Mediate 2 sibling fights from shower. Fortunately, children are camped out in the bathroom with me, so I don’t have to leave a trail of water through the house to interact.

7:35 am: Marvel at the thought that spouse takes a 45 min shower. EVERY DAY. Note gratitude that I am working from home, and no longer have to style hair and makeup.

7:36 am: Refill kid drink cups for the 3rd time today. Spend 30 minutes convincing, cajoling, and bribing kids to put on clean underwear. We no longer try for clothes.

8:06 am: turn on work computer. Respond to a weekend full of emails. Handle 5 pressing tasks for side hustle, reasoning that if I get them out of the way, I can push the rest of that to do list to after working hours.

8:45 am: Answer persistent pounding on locked office door. refill drinks and provide snack. Reassure youngest child that mommy is still here, but she needs to work.

9:03 am: debate whether going to the bathroom is worth leaving the office and the begging that ensues. Make wrong choice either way.

9:15 am: morning meetings get shuffled later, because childless coworkers “are running late this morning.” Marvel at the concept of 9:15 am being early.

9:30 am: solid wall of meetings until noon. Update team on status at end of last week, despite not remembering what you just ate for breakfast. Realize that you haven’t eaten breakfast. Run training and introduction for new team member. You are the only woman on the team, so you get do the training because “you’re so good at explaining things.”

12:00 pm: Call youngest child’s preschool, make sure you can bring by her supplies and still adhere to Covid protocols. Preschool is also side hustle, so cram a parent and employee meeting into a single hour. Explain that new registration system will, in fact, be more efficient than old paper system. Remind preschool staff that we committed to going paperless. Make small talk with preschool teachers until the hour is up. Hop in the car and speed home.

1:00 pm: children adhere to my side the second I walk in the door. Spouse is in the shower. Children have eaten approximately 3 bites of their pb&j sandwiches, and demand different lunch. Remember that you have not eaten lunch yet. Refill drinks for 4th time, provide reasonable lunch alternatives.

1:25 pm: Remember that you scheduled a meeting for 1:30, and. you need to be present. Calculate that extraction from children is not possible in 5 minutes, and take meeting with youngest child on lap. Despite having weaned 1.5 years ago, youngest child decides that you’re still nursing, and pulls down top on video call. Spend most of call switching on and off mute. Catch every 3rd word.

1:45 pm: apologize to team, promise to reschedule a follow up with more focus. Hang up, extract youngest child’s arm from shirt. Refill drinks for the 5th time. Bribe children to get in bed for a nap with the promise of a visit to nana and pop this afternoon.

1:48 pm: children’s beds have been stripped, due to accidents last night, but spouse “doesn’t know where the clean sheets are”, and so hasn’t remade beds. Children petition to nap on the floor. Explain floor is not comfortable. Find clean sheets, make 2 beds, take everyone to the potty, tuck both children in.

2:20 pm: Realize that you have 40 minutes of actual work time left today, outside of meetings. Try to prioritize, with the knowledge that whatever you get done will not be enough. Deny request for drink refill.

3:00 pm: kick off afternoon meeting block. Try frantically to make the 40 minutes that you did get to work sound like a whole lot more. Wake children up during bathroom break so that they’ll be able to sleep tonight. Refill drinks for 5th time.

3:45 pm: Curse the fact that youngest child has inherited your distaste for waking up. Gently coax her awake in between meetings.

4:00 pm: Wrap up last task from meetings, make list of all new tasks. Realize that today you have checked off one task, and received 7 new ones. Promise self that you’ll get your work laptop back out after the kids are in bed. Ignore the sense of despair that threatens to overtake you.

4:20 pm: Bribe children into putting on clothes with promise of fruit snacks at grandparent’s house. Feel mildly guilty as you put on your second round of workout gear. Load children in double jogging stroller, jog to grandparent’s house.

5:00 pm: collect children to head home for dinner.

5:10 pm: threaten no more fruit snacks if children don’t put on their shoes. Grandparents go get them more fruit snacks.

5:23 pm: explain that the sun is going down in 24 minutes, and that we have to leave now to get home before it gets dark. Remember that time is immaterial. Wish for that blissful sense of ignorance.

5:37 pm: push 100 lbs of toddler and stroller up giant, hilly driveway. Spouse greets us with “what’s for dinner?” Politely remind him that he promised to plan and make dinner while we were gone. Grit teeth at his “I didn’t know what to make” response. Quickly run through available, easy, acceptable options and make dinner.

6:15 pm: serve dinner. Eat own dinner in 2.5 minutes, then spend rest of meal refilling drinks and plates, heating up or cooling down, and cajoling children to eat anything at all.

6:45 pm: Announce that tonight we don’t need to take a bath. Youngest child immediately melts down, because she wanted to take a bath. Eldest child melts down because, even thought he didn’t want to take a bath, he wanted to taunt his sister while she was in the bath.

6:53 pm: Loose temper for 1st time today, scream that children need to brush their teeth. Step away to calm down. Spouse gets upset because “You can’t handle the children without yelling.” Bite tongue all the way through to avoid snarky reply.

7:10 pm: read 2 story books. Read one more. Explain again, that mommy cannot read anymore, and daddy will come read for a little while. Extract self from pile of children, and tuck both in. Hugs, kisses, and fist bumps. Twice. Then once more, after you’ve left the room.

7:15 pm: contemplate second shower. Decide that you didn’t really get that sweaty on the walk, and it’s not like you’re going out. Collapse on sofa with phone and mindless tv.

7:25 pm: spouse comes into the living room after harrowing duty of reading for 10 minutes. Hand over the remote, pull out side hustle lap top and finalize tasks for the day.

8:30 pm: remember that you promised to do main job work. Bring out that laptop to run some code while you continue side hustle work.

9:15 pm: Finish side hustle work, give up on main job work for the evening. Mentally apologize to team for not making more progress, promise to self that you’ll be more focused tomorrow.

9:30 pm: tell spouse that you need to go to bed. Endure his eye roll and disappointed face. Apologize for needing to go to sleep so early, and reassure him that you’re doing the best you can.

10:15 pm: eldest child has night terror. Comfort eldest child until he’s calm. Comfort youngest child, who is upset at brother’s screams. Realize that spouse is still watching tv in the living room while you comfort children.

11:00 pm: listen to youngest child cry for 10 minutes until spouse begrudgingly tends to her. Remind self that it is not solely my job to comfort our children. Try to go back to sleep.

3 am: eldest child wakes up with question about mushrooms that is vitally important. Answer to best of middle-of-the-night ability, acknowledge that you appreciate his curiosity, but that there are times when questions are not appropriate. Get him back to sleep.

4:30 am: youngest child wakes up.

#working mom #why am i so tired

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baekhypnotized · 4 years ago

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☆— [five]

summary: Baekhyun is just a man who doesn’t believe in romance as much as Byul, who is trying to give herself to him. But day by day, he will soon realize that her fleeting actions are breaking down his cold-hearted brick wall, no matter if it takes her a million years.

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The night when Baekhyun brought me to the dinner date gave me a great memory. Even though it's a short and simple one, I’ve never been that nervous going out for a date. Also, my heart couldn’t stop beating so fast whenever I think about him. When he called me ‘beautiful’, I swear, I couldn’t sleep that night. Baekhyun is wonderful in person and I admit that. The way he treated me last night was great, I got to hear his laughter and also get to know him a little bit, even though he was quite closed off about his own family. But, I don’t mind that. Baekhyun had shown me another different part of him. It sounds surreal for me to get too close to someone I just met, but he’s different.

The following weeks, both of us have become so close to each other and there’s no word such as awkward does exist between me and Baekhyun. We visit a bunch of different cafes during the weekends off, often having dinner and lunch together. Besides focusing on our projects, Baekhyun becomes extremely energetic when he is around me. The way I caught him stealing glances on me, trying to make more skin touches such as holding my hands, my heart is going to explode at that moment. I love when he confesses the way I look beautiful and cute in between our discussion that somehow makes my cheeks redden obviously.

The needs to be closer to him is getting stronger, day by day as I’m spending most of my free time with him. Baekhyun successfully caught my heart with him everywhere, and I fall in love. Through this past few years, I’ve never been so alive. It’s not going to compete how things change drastically after I met Baekhyun at the cafe. I swear, his special personalities plus his charming looks got me stuck in my daydreams more often.

I do… like him a lot now.

Wednesday means a day with classes. Today’s gonna be quite hectic because we have classes at 10 in the morning and 2 in the evening. I wake up quite early today to prepare myself some toast for me and Soomin. Soon after I woke up from my sleep, the first thing I grab my phone. I check it but it seems that Baekhyun hasn’t replied to my last text last night.

[Byul]: Assignment at the cafe after evening class?

Maybe, he went to sleep early and still in his deep sleep. I try to think positively and distract those strange thoughts with preparing myself for the class. Since I have approximately 3 hours before the morning class, I decide to go for a short walk around the neighbourhood. The last time I did that was months away and it’s before I was too occupied with my work shifts and also my college’s study schedules. I bring my earphones and wear a small pouch around my waist, I stop by Soomin’s room to check her up. She’s still sleeping soundly and I chuckle silently, amazed by her current sleeping position. I close the door slowly without making any noise and leave the house.

The morning breeze today is a calm one. The fresh air that I breathe currently gives me a lesson in life; a new day is a chance to make things better than yesterday. Even though, I got home late just because me and Baekhyun ended our discussion almost 11 pm. We put on hold of our assignment and declare to continue it for our next meeting. Since there’s a few weeks left before the deadline, I’m pretty sure we’re doing it so well and I’m not worried about it. Baekhyun does give a lot of support and cooperation throughout the process to finish this up.

He sent me home straight away, bidding goodbyes as we parted our ways. Baekhyun didn’t tell me anything about his arrival at his home plus, he didn’t reply to my message up until now. I’m starting to worry about him but trying to think positively that everything’s fine. I continue walking along the sidewalk, admiring the beauties of nature and greeting the passersby politely because we live in the same neighbourhood.

After I think I’ve done freshen myself up in the outdoors, I go back home and have a shower to wash my sweaty body. Starting to make a simple breakfast for me and Soomin, I use this opportunity to forget about Baekhyun for the meantime. Also, I wake her up from her sleep because she’s really a heavy sleeper. She wakes up to have her bath while I prepare myself in comfortable clothes to go to the university. Then, when both of us are ready, we sit down together at the dining table and have breakfast together.

Up until now, Soomin doesn’t know that I’ve been spending most of my time with Baekhyun besides from doing the assignments. I just don’t know how to explain everything to her, afraid that she wouldn’t accept Baekhyun to be my friend. Soomin once told me how rude Baekhyun is from our first class, where he just got to his seat without apologising for his late arrival to Mdm. Lee. Maybe she has some bad impressions towards Baekhyun and it doesn’t seem to work if I tell her about him more.

When we are done with breakfast, we head straight to the university quite early. At least, we can prepare ourselves physically and mentally for the first class of the day. My classmates enter the lecture hall one by one while my eyes are searching for the only figure, Byun Baekhyun. It’s almost 10 am but he still doesn’t reply to my text. Even when the class has already started, he hasn’t arrived yet. My mind couldn’t focus on the lesson just because of him.

Throughout the whole day, Baekhyun skips both classes without any further notice. He doesn’t inform me anything, even Yerin (his deskmate), doesn’t have any idea where has he been. I’m pretty sure last night, everything was fine. We had our dinner together and continue our project. He sent me back home with a good condition, a smile plastered across his face when he bids goodbye. But, what happened to him?

I have my phone in my hands, texting him as I wait patiently for his replies.

[Byul]: Baekhyun, where are you?

[Byul]: You missed today’s classes.

[Byul]: Is everything alright?

[Byul]: I’m… worried about you…

The last text that I send shows how much I do worry about him. There must be a valid reason why he’s not available today but what is it?

I try my best to act normal in front of Sehun and Soomin, getting myself involved in their conversation even though my mind is busy thinking about Baekhyun non-stop. Even when the following days, he still absent. I was kinda hoping for a surprise visit from him at the cafe during my work shift but knowing that it’s impossible. So, I kill those thoughts away from myself and trying my best to forget him. Because I couldn’t bring myself to focus on my job or even when I’m studying. I swear, for any moment, I will catch myself stealing glances on my phone, hoping for a notification, from him.

But there’s none.

Baekhyun has been missing for two weeks already.

Without any texts or phone calls, he leaves me in the clueless state because I’m worried about the assignment as it’s almost close to the deadline. Even though we already cover most of the important parts, I couldn’t continue this on my own without him because we’re partners.

Actually, I do miss him.

I miss his funny jokes, even when I found them lame. Baekhyun is nowhere can be found right now. I am spacing out in the cafe, staring at the customers who are enjoying their drinks and desserts. Suddenly, I think of him. I imagine him sitting at his usual spot, waiting for my rest time when I caught him staring at me for quite long. But now, I’ve been longing for his presence for this past weeks.

Today my shift is quite leisure since it’s Friday. People still manage to occupy most tables during the evening.

"Byul,” Dahyun calls me. I was too shocked, probably because I was spacing out for quite so long.

"You look tired. Go and have some rest. I’ll cover you up for a while.” She insists as I reply to her with a soft smile. I make myself a cup of latte with a love drawn on it, take off my apron and have a seat by the window.

I keep looking at my phone over and over recently, waiting for his texts but I got none. Baekhyun disappears like a wind. I sip my latte, staring out the window as a black Audi car drives and stops at the other side of the road. I’ve been thinking about nothing.

Once the driver gets out of his car, he repairs his blazer to make it neater as he leans by car. The chimes ringing at the door distract me, peeking by the customers exiting the door. My eyes are following them but eventually, fall towards another focus once they walk across the man near the black car.

Finally, it’s Baekhyun.

I am beyond speechless on what am I seeing right now, rubbing my eyes to confirm that it is him. Baekhyun chuckles when he sees me amazed by his sudden appearance at the cafe. My legs bring me outside the cafe, pacing towards Baekhyun.

"Baekhyun!” I call his name loudly. Baekhyun hides his hands in the pocket of his pants, chuckling after seeing me get out from the cafe.

"How are you, Han-”

I cut him off with a hug. He seems surprised with me hugging him because we haven’t share hugs before truthfully. When I realised what I am doing now, I pull away from him swiftly. My face starts to heat up, cheeks begin to blush hardly. I tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear to cover my embarrassment. Baekhyun gives low chuckles, glancing at me with adoration as he smiles widely. I slowly lift my head up to look at his face, still in embarrassment state.

"W-where have you been? Everyone is worried sick of you!” I stutter at the beginning but trying hard to make it sound normal at the end.

Baekhyun comes closer to me, causing me to step back when I feel him getting too close. He brings his one hand to caress my hair softly, looking into my eyes with a soft glance. “Are you sure it’s everyone and it’s not only you?” Baekhyun murmurs as he asks.

I gulp nervously, trying to avoid making eye contact with him. “Y-yes it’s e-everyone…” I stutter. He again chuckles softly before pulling away from me. I take a few deep breaths to calm my heart down from pumping hard.

"You left your coffee alone at the table,” he snorts. “Mind if I join you? You seem like having a break, huh?” Baekhyun asks. I nod my head up and down, leading our way to my previous seat. He pulls off his blazer before taking a seat across me, crossing his legs comfortably.

"Don’t you want to order anything?” I ask him at this time.

"Latte and a slice of choc-”

"Go and order it by yourself.” I butt in while sipping my latte after feeling satisfied to refuse his requests. Baekhyun was so shocked when he hears it, standing from his seat with an obvious chuckle before he heads towards the counter. I giggle silently seeing his face because it’s amusing. His surprise look is so funny.

After a few minutes have gone, he comes back with a tray full of his orders before he sits. I scan the tray and it’s the same thing; a cup of latte and a slice of chocolate cake. He starts to sip his drink while I’m staring at him quietly. I’m waiting for him to explain everything about him disappearing for the whole two weeks. But, at the same time, I don’t want to look that I’m desperate to hear him out. Because… I don’t want my feelings towards him to become so obvious when he’s here.

Baekhyun realises that I’ve been looking at him for quite a long time. When he’s about to begin to have his cake, he lifts his head slightly to make eye contact. I, on the other hand, getting flustered when I am busted for staring at him diligently. I don’t know why but every time I was caught for stealing a few glances on him or do something weird, he will definitely chuckle.

"Why are you staring at me? Does the word ‘handsome’ appears on my face?” He asks with his eyebrows raise for a few times. I roll my eyes to the back of my head because he’s freaking annoying with his self-confidence. I only reply to him with a loud scoff before grabbing my cup and sip my latte. Baekhyun smiles smugly as he takes a bite of the chocolate cake. He hums annoyingly, telling that the cake is delicious. My lips curve upwards into a smile as I only watch him eating deliciously.

"Why on Earth you haven’t told me about these appetizing desserts you have at the cafe?” Baekhyun asks with a frown. I only reply to him with lifting my shoulders and a wide smirk. He glares at me before taking another bite of the sweet cake.

"So… where have you been, Baekhyun?” A question blurts one from my mouth as I couldn’t hold back my curiosity towards his disappearance. I let him finish up the cake that he’s currently munching first. Baekhyun takes a piece of tissue and wipes his mouth off. Then, he focuses on me.

"Listen here, Hanbyul. I hope you understand that I couldn’t tell you anything because I can’t. But I promise you, there’s nothing for you to worry about, hmm?” He says. I sigh in surrender. Baekhyun doesn’t want to tell me about it or even a little. And he’s been hiding something from me. I do want to ask him but maybe not now.

I mean, it’s good to have him back around because I’ve been missing him for weeks. I’m happy to see that he visits me after such a long separation. Baekhyun can still give his sweet smile at me and I’ve never been happy for it.

Baekhyun uncuffs his cufflinks as he folds his sleeve up high, above elbows. He then threads his soft hair, making it look a bit tousled. He looks extra good looking today when he’s in those white dress shirt. I silently admire him, gulping a small lump in my throat. This is a kind of view of Baekhyun that can make me go blush in a second. He successfully exuding an aura of possessiveness. I don’t doubt that.

"Baekhyun, lemme guess,” I lay back by the chair with my hand crossed. “-you look like you came from an office. Confidential matters, huh?” I continue to ask him a question.

Baekhyun stops from eating and looks at me. “Yup. I can’t deny it though.” He then takes a sip of his coffee. Now, he makes me wonder about him. Baekhyun quite frequently wears this kind of attire but who is he? He doesn’t have the chance to tell me up until now. While me, I’m trying to act like I don’t even care about him.

But I really do care about every single thing of him. His life is full of secrets and I’m eager to know every part of him more.

I glance at my wristwatch, realising that my short break time is over. “I need to get back to work,” I inform him, gathering my used cup. Baekhyun looks at me with a disappointed face and I could only laugh at it.

"Hanbyul, let’s have a short walk by the park?” He recommends but I resist it.

"I’m working today, mister. Now, look who’s missing me instead?” I scoff.

"Yeah, I miss you,” Baekhyun confesses. Currently, I can feel that my heart is pounding hard against my ribcage as if it’s about to pop. Bravely, I look into his eyes before deciding to bid goodbye.

"I will see you later, okay? We still have a few things to settle for our assignments and the due date is almost near.” I take off from my seat and leave him alone at the table. But, after a few steps, I turn around to face him, “And don’t forget to reply to my text, Mr Byun Baekhyun.”

It feels very odd when I go back home by using public transport. Because since Baekhyun always appear when I’m closing the cafe, he would be the one who drives me back home. But, ever since he went missing for two weeks without informing anything, I’d get used to riding the train like I normally did. When I almost reach my apartment, I encounter with Baekhyun, who’s currently waiting in front of the lobby. He assumes he went back home safely after meeting me at the cafe as Baekhyun wears much more comfortable clothes tonight.

I walk to him with my hand in the pocket of my coat. It’s getting colder day by day in Seoul and I guess it’s getting closer to fall and winter season. “What are you doing here, Baekhyun? It’s late already.” I question him about his appearance in front of my apartment.

"I came to see you, obviously,” Baekhyun chuckles softly. “Still available for a short night walk around the neighbourhood with me?” He continues and asks. I think for a few seconds about his invitation and I nod my head as for the answer.

Baekhyun beams brightly. He leads the way and we both walk side by side. Even if there's only us walking around the neighbourhood, the Moon and the stars accompany us tonight. We kinda have a moment of silence before Baekhyun initiates the talk. “Have you eat your dinner, Hanbyul?”

"Yeah, how about you?” I ask him back and he bobs his head up and down.

I chuckle softly that makes him tilts his head facing me, “A night walk, huh?” I say as Baekhyun smiles. As we walk further, there’s a park and Baekhyun invites me to sit down at the bench first. So we did. We sit quite close to each other and I don’t realise I accidentally brush my fingers on his hand. That causes both of us to get shocked and fluster as we both have our eyes locked together.

I flinch my hand away from him, rubbing my nape nervously. Baekhyun sees me agitating when he just continues to stare me adoringly. I try my best to rid away those feelings but I was too surprised he looks at me with a wide smile across his face. Quickly, I cough a bit to calm down the situation. He averts his gaze to the empty playground while I’m taking deep breaths to ease my nervous feelings.

"Hanbyul,” Baekhyun calls me. I turn to face him with a curious look.

"When I said that I miss you at the cafe, I really meant it.” He confesses. My adrenaline starts to rush through my body as my heartbeat starts to quickening. “I tried to reply to all your texts but I couldn’t… I hope you’re not mad with it.”

"Baekhyun, it’s fine,” I say. “-At least now you’re here with me after you disappear.” I continue. Baekhyun lets out a sigh in relief after hearing me talk. A moment of silence comes then, leaving both of us lost of words to continue.

But then, Baekhyun brings his hands softly to tuck a strand of my hair around my ears, cupping my cheeks with his calloused palms. He leans his face closer to mine, making more terrified. Is he… trying to kiss me?

When I feel his lips are only an inch away from mine, I close my eyes anticipatingly with butterflies in my stomach. Suddenly, his phone rings. Baekhyun groans softly as he pulls away to dig out his phone. Me, on the other hand, my face already turns crimson red and my whole body is static. I can’t believe what just about to happen and I couldn’t hide my red face right now.

Baekhyun answers the call and talks only for a few seconds before he hangs out. “I’m so sorry for the disturbance.” He apologises and I shake my head.

"L-let’s go home, huh? It’s getting late, Baekhyun,” I say as I stand up from my seat and walk first on my way back home. Baekhyun catches from behind and stops me on tracks with him blocking the way.

"Hanbyul, I love your eyes when they are sparkling. When you wore the red wine dress, I’m not lying though,” Baekhyun pauses for a few seconds, leaving me nervous.

"That you are beautiful. In my own eyes.”

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bellesque · 5 years ago

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Sweet Dreams (Loki x Reader) Chapter 2

Read chapter one here on tumblr or on AO3.

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3.5K Warnings/Tags: Incubus Loki, right now I have no idea what else I’m sorry I’m exhausted Summary: It’s your first free weekend in what feels like forever and you plan on snoozing through it without any interruptions. Someone has other plans.

A/N: Happy early Valentine's Day! I'm actually so overwhelmed with the response this has gotten - it's crazy. I'm so grateful and I love you. Y'all are amazing.

YOU’RE ENTIRELY DISSATISFIED.

You woke up lightheaded and so close, oh so close, to the release that you craved. To have it robbed from you, to come so close only to have it taken away in a little less than a heartbeat, leaves you agitated and—quite frankly—still aroused.

It’s already midday. Surely by now the effects of the mystery man in your dreams have worn off. Surely you’ve forgotten the sound of his enchanting voice, the feel of his mouth on your skin, the absolute bliss that coursed through your body when he…

You’re a little in shock, to say the least. Memories of your fever dream linger in the back of your mind, resurfacing at the most random moments.

You are no stranger to wet dreams. Hell, they’re a welcome change from time to time. What makes this one so different?

Of course, you know the answer. It’s only your stubbornness and pride keeping you from admitting it. You want to chalk it up to just being a dream, too good to be real—only it was real, and you know that in your heart. You just can’t explain how.

Your Saturday morning is spent obsessing over the man (incubus, you recall him telling you) and replaying every little moment from last night’s tryst.

There’s a niggling feeling that you can’t shake: whatever happened last night is far from over. Oh no, things have only just begun.

And the thought thrills you.

You find yourself constantly checking the time throughout the day.

You’re antsy, whether you want to admit it or not. It’s a mix of fear from not knowing if whatever the hell happened was real or dangerous at all, and anticipation for what’s yet to come.

Until the next night of ours, sweet.

Next. You’re absolutely certain he said next, which means that your indecent show yesterday is getting an encore.

The sound of your TV blurs into background noise as you check your phone. 5:36 PM. Far too early for you to be going to bed, but you can’t even focus on the show you’re watching as your thoughts are consumed by what awaits you when you enter dreamland.

You’re too fucking excited to go to bed that the chances of falling asleep as easily as you want are slim.

With a huff, you rise from your couch, stalking to your closet in the hopes that some reorganization will help you clear your thoughts and relieve some of your pent up energy. Tidying up has that effect, right?

And it helps, even just a little. You settle into a rhythm: keep, toss, hey this is cute, and ew why do I have this; fold, hang, roll. You’re surprised to find clothes you haven’t seen in what feels like years and check if they still fit you. One particularly racy number catches your attention, bringing to the fore of your brain the reason why you’re fixing your closet in the first place.

You finger the silky material of one of the straps. Maybe if you wear this tonight…

You all but lunge for your phone and check the time, a twinge of enthusiasm in your actions because you can see it’s beginning to darken outside. Which means it’s almost time to sleep.

7:09 PM.

You let out an exasperated sigh.

As soon as 9 o’clock rolls around (it takes it long enough) and after a long, steamy bath, you pull on the lingerie you found earlier, your hands shaking as if you had just a little too much caffeine. It’s embarrassing how much you’ve worked yourself up over this, turning into a bundle of sex-crazed nerves. It was all you could think about today, you reason. Cut yourself some slack. Or maybe just enjoy it wholeheartedly without the guilt.

The last option is the most appealing.

So you settle into the covers, turn off the lamp that sits by your nightstand, and close your eyes, mentally prepared to accept whatever sexual fate you are to receive.

Only nothing happens.

Your thoughts from today, filthy and secret and quite numerous, play on loop, forcing your mind to stay awake. The opposite of what you want to happen. You want to fall asleep, to see the gorgeous man standing over you and to relish his reaction when he sees what you’re wearing, and then you want to see his expression turn wolfish as he begins to peel off—

You’re doing it again.

Damn it, why can’t you shut your brain off?

You inhale deeply, squeezing your eyes tighter as though the action is enough to command yourself to sleep.

“C’mon,” you mutter to yourself, squeezing your legs together now too. “Sleep, damn it.”

You don’t. Or rather, you can’t.

You don’t know how long you spend lying in your bed with your eyes closed and the rest of your body fidgeting. You toss and turn, attributing your inability to doze off to perhaps the wrong sleeping position. You lie on your back, your stomach, the left side, the right side—and you’re still as restless as before.

At one point in the night you sit up, half-growling, half-groaning your frustration. You just want to sleep. Hasn’t it been your plan for this whole weekend? How is it that they’ve been uprooted and changed so quickly?

Part of you wishes that as you sat up, you’d be met with the charming gaze of the man, signifying that you’ve successfully fallen asleep. Only there is no one to greet you in the night, and you are still most definitely awake.

You’re irritable and tired of the situation, so you grab your phone to watch something before bed. And then it clicks—last night you were listening to the audiobook! It helped you relax then, perhaps it can do the same now.

Triumphant as if you’ve cracked the code, you open it up and let the audiobook play, the narrator’s voice droning on, the words washing over you like a lullaby.

It’s working, you think excitedly as your eyes begin to leaden with sleep. This is the key after all! The audiobook is the gateway to sleep, and ultimately the gateway to him.

And a few good minutes later, you knock out.

You wake up.

Your mind whirrs first, before anything else. The gears of your mind are slow and heavy, groggy, needing a little push. Your eyes haven’t opened, but you can tell it’s already light outside.

What the hell, it’s already light outside?

Your eyes snap open. You’re awake.

You’re fucking awake and he didn’t come last night.

Humiliation creeps into your veins in the form of heat rushing to your face, even if there’s no one but yourself to see it. You even dressed up for him, you think, grimacing as you look down at yourself. Well. That sure was a waste.

Maybe this is the push you need: he isn’t real after all. This week you were tired, short-fused, and definitely sexually deprived. You climb out of bed and pad towards your bathroom. Yes—you conjured up a literal dream man who also happened to be a sex god. Only your mind didn’t give you the courtesy and satisfaction of actually boning with the said dream man.

As you turn on the showerhead, you can’t help the disappointed exhale that echoes around you. Maybe you’re crazy, and him simply a figment of your imagination, but he felt real.

But it’s time for you to stop living in your head, you decide firmly. You’re calling Isla (she’s the one who recommended the audiobook) to see if she can hook you up with a blind date next weekend. After all, you’re a woman with needs, and you can’t rely on dreams to get off.

This time you enjoy your Sunday without any new thoughts of him.

“So listen,” Isla says to you on the phone on Tuesday afternoon, “I finally got you a date, but the catch is, he’s not free on the weekend. Thursday sound good?”

“Thursday’s perfect,” you reply, hitting send on one of the emails you’re writing. “Thanks, Isles. What’d you say his name was again?”

“Jacob. He’s a solid 8/10 both in the looks department and in the sheets. You did say you wanted one night stand material, right?”

“Not a one night stand, per se. I mean, yes, well”—you blow air out through your nose—“it’s whatever.”

“Right, this whatever of yours is going over to your place on Thursday night so better get that engine running soon, because you don’t sound the least bit excited at the idea of getting laid. You okay?”

“It’s fine.” You swivel in your chair. You can’t exactly tell her your blind date-slash-hookup probably won’t top the experience you had with mystery dream guy, so you choose to be deliberately vague in your answers. “Thursday it is. Now, I gotta go, I have work to do—talk to you soon.”

This is your solution: to screw him out of your mind by replacing figment with fact. Hopefully it works.

You get the feeling it won’t.

Wednesday night, you fall asleep to the sound of rain outside. There’s something about the peace and tranquility, the steadiness of the pitter patter, that comforts you like a familiar blanket.

You’re dreaming tonight: it’s nothing out of the ordinary, just you and Isla on some island getaway downing tropical drinks. You’re heading up to your hotel room, laughing, but a figure in a jet black suit stands right in front of your door. You stop, blink, and the scene changes from your island getaway to your bedroom.

He’s back. And real.

You’re sitting on your bed, staring, your heart thumping loudly against your ribcage. Vastly different from you, he’s leaning against the door, his posture casual and aloof as if he owns the place.

He regards you with a twinkling eye, his lips just barely curved upwards. He quirks up an eyebrow as he pushes off the door and takes two steps towards your bed.

“Did you miss me, pet?”

Something inside you melts as soon as the question is asked, his voice still as rich and full as you remember it nights ago. And then you remember it’s been almost a week, and that he’s left you hanging for that amount of time.

Without much thought, you slink out of bed and walk towards him. “You came back,” you say, and you’re proud of the fact that your voice is stronger than you feel. Right now you want to melt, sink into him and all his spaces, but the humiliation you felt (albeit weirdly misplaced—who gets upset that they got stood up by a dream guy?) takes precedence.

“Did you doubt that I would, kitten?”

You are about a pace apart from each other. Feeling bold, you look up into his green eyes. Oh, how you can get lost in them: warm and seductive and—

No. You will not make this easy. He comes for pleasure, and his alone. You were a little naïve to think he would consider you in this equation, but you know better now.

“I mean, it has been a fucking week. Almost.” There’s an edge to your tone, you make sure of that. Just to make it clear to him that even if he isn’t human, it’s not fair to leave someone on the brink of orgasm and let them think about it for days on end.

“A fucking week?” he repeats, only his tone is amused and thoughtful. He takes a step towards you and you instinctively take one back. A dance of sorts, only there is no reciprocation from you. “I apologize for my absence, sweet. I had other responsibilities I needed to take care of and I didn’t think it would affect you this much. Let me make it up to you”—your knees bump against the corner of your mattress and you buckle under the surprise of it. You sit with a yelp, and he rests his hands on your bare shoulders. “Let me make it up to you by a fucking week.”

“What?” Is he going to make you wait again?

His fingers begin to drum lightly on your collarbone. His eyes are practically glittering with excitement, mesmerizing you with how devastatingly handsome he is up close. Especially when he’s looking at you like that.

“As you put so eloquently, sweet, a fucking week. An entire week of me coming to ravish you night after night, until you’re completely sated and satisfied.” His voice is a murmur, so low and heady you think you hear it inside you, warming you from your innermost parts to the tips of your fingers. “Does that appeal to you, pet?”

Your eyes flutter close as his long fingers skim up and down the column of your throat. Barely five minutes and your resolve has flung itself out the window.

“Yes,” you breathe, arching your neck as he brushes hair from your shoulders.

“Good. I intend to have my fill, and we’ve barely begun. Let’s make a game of it, hmm?” He twirls a lock of your hair around his index finger. “Being my lover is no easy feat. We need to heighten your senses, make sure you’re well-prepared.”

“What do you mean?” The question you ask spills from your lips as a default reaction, not truly thought out. Your attention is elsewhere, that being everywhere his fingers brush against.

“I’m going to learn about you, sweet. And you are going to learn about me.” He presses his palm flat against your chest, right on your sternum, the purposeful action a contrast to your now submissive self. Gently he pushes you until you’re lying on your back, and he climbs onto the bed with each leg on either side of you. His lean figure looms above you, dominating, as he lowers himself, stretching across you, the length of his body encasing you in his warmth and scent. He settles his weight on his elbows so he doesn’t crush you, but the hungrier part of you wants to have as little space between you as possible. It’s intoxicating you further; with every breath you take you feel like you’re inhaling more of him. You just want more of him.

He lowers his head until you feel his mouth at the shell of your ear. Something inside you coils in long-awaited anticipation, your muscles tense and rigid, as if any unwarranted movement will cause this reality to crumble in on itself.

His nose skims the helix of your ear, his prolonged inhale adding to the fire in your veins. And then he speaks in that spellbinding timbre that drives you mad.

“Night after night after night, I’m going to ravish you with my attention. My affection. I will discover, sweet, what desires you keep in the deepest recesses of your heart, where no one else but I can reach, and I will discover what desires have yet to be awakened in you. I like to think I’m quite skilled at that.” He chuckles in your ear, the sound filling your mind with fantasies and visions of other sounds he can make, none of them innocent. “I want to know everything, sweet. I want to see everything—every rise and fall of your chest when you come close to release, the way your delicious lips part when it finally happens.”

Your eyes have slipped close at this point, every fiber in your being attuned to his words and his voice, hypnotizing you into picturing what he means.

“Yes, can you see it now?” His index finger traces light, arbitrary patterns on the outside of your bare thigh. “Because I can, quite perfectly. You’re going to be a wonderful treat, my dear—so delightful to unravel. Every change in expression, every shift in of your muscle, I’m going to savor it all. Savor you. And then you will learn about me: what I enjoy, how to make me beg for you after you’ve begged for me.”

He drags a hand over your thigh from the knee up, until it rests on the spot between your hip and your ass. You can’t stop yourself from making a little noise (did you just whimper? ) and your hips lift off the bed ever so minutely you think he doesn’t notice—but he does, because he hums and settles the weight of his pelvis over yours.

He’s hard and huge, and a thought flashes through your mind: oh, the things he can do to you with that much power between his legs and the things you want to do to it.

“I like that sound, pet,” he comments, his lips skimming across your earlobe. He gyrates his hips over you once, twice, and then heaves off you. “Do it again.”

A curse tumbles from your lips, and he chuckles.

“What are you doing to me?” Your voice sounds different to you, breathy and almost whiny, and you’re hit with the realization that any form of coherency you have left is about to disappear from you entirely.

He puts his weight on you again, the stiffness poking at your belly a reminder—as if you need it—that there is the promise of more, and that he wants this probably as much, if not more, than you do.

“Teaching you,” he answers simply, his head dipping further to pepper your jawline with kisses. This time you allow yourself to relish the moment, and your neck moves to give him more access as his lips travel to a sensitive spot behind your ear.

“I… I’m not sure w-what I’m learning,” you respond between heavy breaths.

He sucks on a sensitive spot, just at the junction below your earlobe where the base of your jawline is, and you hear yourself gasp, a needy sound that under any other circumstance, would make you shy away in an instant. But here, in this moment, you feel there is no other way to express fully, and the sound is just right.

The gentle suction on your neck is somehow in time with the throbbing of your body, pulsing with the ache for more. His tongue licks over his new spot once he’s done, and your eyes all but roll to the back of your head at the action. The idea that he has just marked you as his sends an electrifying shudder down your body. He moves his face so it’s aligned with yours—you can feel his nose brushing against yours and his lips are a hair’s breadth away. They’re parted, so close to yours—you could easily capture them in a kiss with the slightest tilt of your chin. You try to do so, only you can feel him pull back and laugh lightly.

“First lesson,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against the corner of your mouth and then down to the ear he hasn’t whispered in. You shiver, craning your neck to the side. “Well, perhaps not a lesson just yet. But the first thing you must remember is my name.”

Yes. Finally you will know his name, something you can scream and whisper and groan in the future. It’s as if he reads your mind, because he continues, “I want to hear you say my name in all different ways. Soft, loud. Pleas, demands. Is that alright with you, sweet?”

You can’t string a single sentence now, with his mouth at your ear and his hands skimming over the skin where your pajama top has ridden up. Your brain is fried, muddled with lust, so all you do is nod.

“Good girl. Now let me hear it from that pretty mouth of yours.” He moves to kiss both your closed eyelids, your nose, until he’s hovering over your lips. You can feel them move above yours and it takes all your willpower not to kiss him right there. “Repeat after me: Loki.”

Loki. It’s a fitting name, for some reason. You can’t picture him with anything else.

“Loki,” you whisper against his lips, quiet and hushed, and it feels right, rolling off your tongue like a stream of water.

“Very good,” he says, and at last he presses his lips against yours, searing hot and languid at the same time. It’s as if he’s taking his time tasting you while you let him take control, his tongue skimming your top lip. And then he kisses you with more fervor, a little growl coming up deep from his throat, and he opens his mouth and takes your bottom lip in between his teeth.

Stars. You’re seeing stars.

Your breathing hitches as he sucks on your bottom lip, a steady rhythm that opens up the floodgates of filthy thoughts and wants and wishes. Giving one final suck, he completely lifts his entire body off of you. Your eyes open, bleary and heavy, and you can see just how divine he looks above you: aroused, flushed, and staring at you with the intensity of the summer sun.

“First real lesson, sweet,” he says, his voice just the slightest bit rougher, “is sound.”

#loki fanfic #loki x you #loki x reader #smut #incubus loki #reader insert #tom hiddleston #fanfic #by belle

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hongnanglen-arina · 4 years ago

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See You On Monday | SVT Interactive AU

06: The lost wallet

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Warnings: a little angsty if you squint? Words: 1.638 A/N: Hey there! So here’s the sixth chapter of my little experiment and I’m sorry to say that but it’s the end... for now? Maybe I will continue it next year but I’m visiting family for the next couple of weeks so it’s better that way than making you wait although there aren’t many people reading it anyways hahaha. Sorry if it was boring. There are some things in queue so it won’t get quiet on this site. Anyways, here is part 6. As always, I hope you like it ♡

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Wait, maybe the game has an autosave setting. Maybe you can continue where you left the game? Isn’t it often like this?

Determined to enter again and see how the boys are, you put on the VR glasses again and start the game. In the worst case scenario, you could just restart the game and change your previous decisions. To be completely honest with yourself, you can’t shake the thought off of you what the black pills were for.

And when the screen changes, there is really the possibility to choose ‘load’ instead of ‘new game’ only.

Without a second thought, you press ‘load’ and suddenly everything around you turns black again. Silence. When some seconds pass and you still can’t hear anything, you slowly get uncomfortable. You can’t see a thing. Turning your head around doesn’t help either.

“Hello?” You dare to ask but besides your breathing, it was still silent.

Extending your arms, you try to feel something, carefully taking small steps forward when a familiar voice hits your sensitive ears.

“Welcome back. It’s a pleasure to have you back here with us.”

The narrator.

And all of a sudden you feel your anger rising up again. “Why did the game end without me doing anything? Why am I alone here and can’t hear them anymore. More importantly, how are they??” Your questions left your mouth faster than you’ve planned but now that you said them, you impatiently wait for an answer.

“The game ended because it was the end. Your end. You can’t hear them because they aren’t here. And what do you think, how are they, hm? Any idea?”

You aren’t only angry but now annoyance is adding itself to your emotions.

“What a stupid question. They must be fine!”

“Oh, there’s is no stupid question out there.”

“Whatever. So how are they?” You stand there, looking up in hopes to see anything but your eyes are still meeting the darkness.

“It has nothing to do with you anymore. You played the game and failed.”

“But I chose ‘load’. Doesn’t it suppose to transfer myself back to the last saving point?”

“And here you are. In this dark room. You came back so I can tell you again that it’s over for you.”

“What the hell!? You are kidding me! This game was too short! Also this end sucks!”

“Different decisions, different endings,” the low voice replies coldly, making you ball your fists.

“This is really a stupid game. Who the hell would pay for it?” You scoff and try to end the game again, having enough of this bullshit, when you hear the narrator again. “You. You payed for it.”

“Hah, I didn’t!”

“You did.”

Trying to remember if you are in the right or wrong, you cock your head to the side but it didn’t help you remember so you finally turn off the game. Somehow relieved when you are back in your living room, holding the VR glasses in your hands while you are met with the cover of the game.

“I really wonder how they are.. they sounded in pain at the end…” you ask yourself out loud but without awaiting an answer. You are alone at home and this was just a game. A really bad game to begin with.

Clicking through the menu and the settings, you open the Play Station store and you see it. You actually payed for it. 5 dollars.. for what? A demo? “This was a demo? What the hell???”

You stare at the screen in disbelief. There was no way you could understand the hype at uni about this game. Even you could have planned and created a much better game.

Shaking your head, you grab your phone and unlock it on your way to the kitchen, feeling very hungry all of a sudden. You see a message from your friend.

- Wow a full day without a sign from you. I guess you are playing the game. It’s awesome, isn’t it?? Let’s talk about it tomorrow, Nighty!

Tomorrow? A full day without a sign? There are literally question marks flying above your head after reading the text on your phone screen. You read it again. Maybe you read it wrong but no. Letting your finger swipe over your screen, you check the date and time and gasp loudly. Sunday, 8:42 pm!!

Instantly your stomach growls and you cover it with your hand. How is that possible?? You just came back from uni and played the game for maybe 2 hours max. But two full days?! No way..

Still confused, you make yourself instant noodles and after a quick shower, you decide to go to bed. When you are in bed, the tiredness hits you hard. You didn’t know how exhausting the game was. The second you close your eyes, you immediately fall asleep and into a strange dream. You see the boys from the game. All 13. You even count them. You are all playing happily at the beach. The weather is beautiful, the sky blue with only a few small clouds. Feeling the sand in your shoes, you are about to take them off when Mingyu runs over to you.

“Y/n please take a photo of us. I will take one with you in it afterwards if that’s okay?”

“Oh sure!” Taking his camera, you wait until everyone stands in line, getting ready for the picture. They make grimaces and joke around but the fifth shot is okay, everyone smiling into your direction, you giving them a thumbs up. You switch positions with Mingyu and fill his spot beside Minghao but he thinks that you should stand in the middle so you switch places with Seungcheol as well, leaving Seungcheol to be in Mingyu’s place now.

You look to the left and Wonwoo gives you a wide smile which you give him back wholeheartedly. You feel happy and as if you’ve known them for a decade. Hoshi’s hand settles on the small of your back, making you look to the other side, facing him.

“Thank you for being here with us… miss ghost… miss y/n.”

Your smile falters. “W-what?”

The loud sound of your clock wakes you up the next morning. What was this dream? Even after crawling out of bed and getting ready for uni, you are still not able to shake off the thoughts about your dream last night. It feels as if they said their goodbye to you and deep inside it makes you sad. You could have done a better job in helping them and changing the story but no. You failed. You died.. or worse, they died?

When you arrive at the campus, everything was the same, despite the thoughts of the game in your head. Also the memories of the strange dream. You halfway listened to the professors and even with your friends, you can’t find the motivation to sound interested. You feel sorry but hearing about uni stuff and about the subjects for the next exams? No thanks. And hearing the people around you talk about the game? Also, no thanks. You haven’t really processed what happened over the weekend and you still feel tired. It was definitely not enough sleep you think to yourself.

Only half an hour left and you can leave uni and go back home. The nice feeling of relieve filling up your tired body knowing that you can jump right back into bed again soon. That’s when you hear a voice two rows in front of you and absentmindedly your eyes follow the sound, sighting bored.

“What is this?”

“Oh, I lost my wallet. Haven’t bought a new one yet so this one has to do for now.”

“I see. Hope you didn’t lose a lot of money?”

“Believe me, I lost a lot. Photos, money, credit cards and the cards from the coffee shops! They were already full!”

Your eyes widen at his words. From your seat, you can only see the back of their heads but you are sure that you have heard those words before. The rest of the conversation isn’t interesting anymore nor tells you more about the person in front of you but you follow it anyways in hopes for more informations.

Finally uni was over and you quickly excuse yourself to your friends that you have something really important to do, almost running after the boy from earlier because he already left the room after you were done packing up your stuff and separating yourself from your group of friends.

While you follow the boy, you try to find the right words. How should you talk to him? How should you explain yourself without sounding like a complete idiot. The fact that you aren’t the best in starting conversations with strangers makes you fear the confrontation even more.

You reach the main gate and stop in your tracks when you recognize the person who was waiting for the boy you follow, your heartbeat increasing. It was Wonwoo. The boy from the game. You are 100% sure. He wears a long black coat but around his neck is that familiar white scarf you’ve seen before. As the boy reaches him, he pats him on his shoulder and hands over a white paper bag when he looks over his shoulder, locking eyes with you.

His brow twitches and all you can do is to stare at him in sheer confusion. The boy from your uni turns around and your mouth opens a little. It was Seungkwan. But when he sees you, he turns back to Wonwoo again. Oh yeah, he never saw you in the game.. but Wonwoo did. And his expression shows you that there is something unspoken between the two of you.

The tiredness in your body is long forgotten.

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superthiccthighssavelives · 4 years ago

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Angsty Prompts

Alright @primaba11erina, here is part 1/2 of your prompts.

It’s long af, so I had to split it into 2 pieces, it’s really sad honestly, and my heart hurts from writing it, but hopefully this is what you wanted from them. ❤

Please listen to:

*Ocean Eyes - Billie Ellish*

*Everything to Help You Sleep - Julien Baker*

*The Beach - The Neighbourhood*

(and whatever heartwrenching music you have to get into the mood)

The 2 prompts from the angsty list are in bold

48- “You’re hurting me”

49- “Please just let me go”

@alyss--in--wonderland, @linseykalynn, @jolovesfandoms and whoever else wants to read it.

I’m 3 months into my first semester at college, and I’m completely miserable. I missed my family, I missed my friends, and I especially missed my boyfriend. I knew it was going to be hard, without everyone, but not this hard. I walked around with a black cloud over my head, I couldn’t sleep, I lived off black coffee and my best friend was a tube of concealer.

My boyfriend, Taron, and I had been together since middle school, ya know the innocent puppy love, developing into a more serious relationship. We were always together, we never fought, well rarely, it was so easy with him. He was my best friend. We barely talk. Between classes, studying, sleep?, and everything else, it’s usually twice a week. A quick goodnight here and there, and maybe facetime on the weekend. This sucks. I haven’t even seen him since I left.

He stayed back in London, going to a drama school. His talent was too good to pass this opportunity up. We agreed before I left to make sure nothing would change, we both cried like babies, and couldn’t let one another go. After a few hours, I had to tear myself away or I’d end up staying.

Now, 3 months later, I feel like we’re strangers. It may be naive to think that we could keep this relationship from destructing, especially being so young, but, we really do have an amazing thing going. Or did. I tried to concentrate on school, but as time passed, and more time passes, my thoughts get farther and farther away from that, and are planted in worry and ...that uncomfortable, writhing, anxiety ridden feeling in my stomach.

It’s Friday, and I’m about to finish my last class. I wish I could go home for the weekend, maybe take a day or two off after, to see my mom, my sister, and Taron. I don’t even think we’ve talked in a week, the anxiety was building back up again. We basically were playing phone tag, he’d call when he was free, but I was in class, I’d call him but he’d be in rehearsal. I hate this. I hate this so goddamn much.

I drag myself back to the dorms, skipping the coffee, I just want to sleep. I feel like a snail, I’m practically crawling back. Halfway down the hall, I see someone standing by my door. My eyesight is terrible, I can’t see anything more than 6 feet in front of me. I try to focus my gaze, figuring it was another dude my roommate was banging. As I get closer, my heart speeds up, I see him, my boyfriend, and I very nearly knock him over as I plow into him with a hug.

“Oh my god, what are you doing here?”

He smiled, god, I love his smile, I missed it.

“Surprise!”

I felt tears welling up in my eyes, I couldn’t believe it. He was really here.

All I could do was stare at him, study his face, the color of his eyes, his pink lips, the way the front of his hair has a little curl to it. I barreled myself into him again, squeezing as hard as I could. I don’t care if we just stay like this for however long he’s here, I don’t want to let him go.

He pulled back, placing his hands on either side of my face.

“Are you alright sweetheart?”

I sniffled, realizing I had actual tears dripping down my face.

“I just, I really missed you.” “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“I was going crazy not being able to talk to you, I’ve been miserable.” “My mam got sick of me, I was kind of being a dick, so she bought me a bus ticket to come for the weekend.”

I grabbed his hand, pulling him into my room. My legs were starting to get weak, the walk to the dorms is a bit aways from campus, and I hadn’t slept proper in weeks. A yawn slipped out, maybe I should have grabbed that coffee after all.

“Bored of me already?” A cheeky smile spread across his face

“Sorry, I’ve had a rough couple of weeks, I’m just a little tired.”

I moved closer, sitting on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck, pressing my forehead to his.

“I’m so so so so so happy you’re here, I can’t even tell you how much.” I could feel my eyes watering again, I really was draining myself so much that I’d become an emotional mess.

He wiped my stray tears away with his thumb, and gave me a gentle kiss. I wanted to stay like this forever. He felt like home, comfort, my heaven. My lips returned to his, just wanting to feel him, his body, his energy, his whole being, just close.

This feeling was so overwhelming, I stopped and just pulled him closer again, my head on his shoulder. His arms were wrapped as tight as they could be around me, rubbing my back.

He soothed me, whispering in my ear, kissing my cheek, my temple.

Eventually I let the craziness pass, and asked what he wanted to do while he was here.

He shrugged “Really, just wanted to see you.”

I couldn’t help but smile. He brought out what I hadn’t felt in months, happiness.

We ordered a pizza and watched movies on my laptop, while I struggled to stay awake. His body was warm, and familiar, and my eyes were drooping, and I ...was...so...tired.

I snuggled up as close as I could get to him, his arm wrapped around me, his hand twirling around in my hair. I felt more and more relaxed as each second passed, I couldn’t fight it any longer.

I jumped up abruptly, not knowing what day or time it was, thinking I was late for class. It took me a second as I looked at the clock that read 11:13, to figure out if it was AM or PM.

My brain started to wake up, glancing beside me to see Taron looking at me concerned. “Are you alright love?”

“Yeah, is it morning or night?”

“Morning, you’ve been out for 12 hours, are you sure you’re alright?”

I plopped back down, pulling him to me for a kiss, even though I’m sure my breath was terrible, I just wanted to make sure he was still there and I wasn’t dreaming.

“Of course, I’ve not been sleeping well, and I think my body just decided to take over. I’m sorry I slept so long, is there anything you wanna see, or do today?”

“Whatever you'd like.”

I thought for a moment, unsure of where to take him. There is that bookstore/cafe I go to a lot when I need to get away from my roommate and her endless stream of men. It was late autumn, so a walk through the park to see all the beautiful colored trees and landscapes would be nice too.

After a shower, and doing the minimum on my hair and makeup, I hurried back to my room. I didn’t want to waste any time doing anything but being with him.

We had an amazing weekend, I took him to all my favorite places, we tried a new restaurant I’d been afraid of eating at, and crashed back at my room. We definitely made up for lost time, I forgot how incredible he felt and what he could do to me and my body. It was almost enough to make me quit school and go back home with him.

Sunday afternoon was upon us, and I dreaded sending him off. I just hope this feeling would linger after he’s left, enough to keep me going for another month until winter break.

He gave me the sweetest kiss and whispered that he loved me, and then he was gone, like he was never there at all.

I had the urge to chase after the bus, and beg him to stay with me, just for a little while, but my brain was too rational and instead, I sat on a nearby bench and text him all the things I couldn’t say before he left. Have a safe trip, text me when you get there, thank your mom for me, I already miss you, I can’t wait until winter break…

The next month plodded along, it felt like a damn eternity. I worked extra hard on my assignments, I needed the distraction. I packed as much as would fit in my suitcase and took a taxi to the bus station. It took a few hours to get home, which of course, felt like days, I just wanted to relax for a few weeks. My stomach was in knots with every mile closer.

The last time I spoke to Taron was 2 weeks ago, I hadn’t gotten a moment to call him, and he must have been on the same schedule, because I’ve heard nothing from him, not even a text.

We had one phone call the week he returned back to London, but he was distracted, at rehearsal, every time I tried to say something, he’d yell back to someone in the background, laugh, apologize, say a few words, and repeat. I’d gotten frustrated and told him to just go back to whatever he was doing, I wanted to hang up on him, but I knew I’d regret it after 5 minutes.

He seemed so distant, and after the weekend we had, I thought that would bring us closer after all that time apart. But...guess not.

I did text him a couple of days ago to remind him I’d be in on Saturday afternoon, and couldn’t wait to see him. But, no reply. I was a little upset, but really, I just wanted to get home and wrap myself around him. I’m sure there was a good explanation.

I finally arrived, running the moment I caught a glimpse of my mom. Again, my emotions were flooding out of me and couldn’t help but cry and squeeze the living daylights out of her.

The house looked different, but the same, that weird being away thing that affects your thinking. I text Taron, telling him I’d made it back, and was looking forward to seeing him, again. Mom made the best meal I’ve eaten in months, I caught up with my sister, going over the latest high school drama.

I kept checking my phone, every other second, waiting, but still nothing. I was starting to worry, and run through a thousand ridiculous scenarios, which caused my awful feeling to build.

I snuck away for a moment, and tried to call him, but it went straight to voicemail. It was becoming too late to go anywhere to see if he was home or ...who knows where.

I felt awful, my stomach wouldn’t stop twisting, making me nauseated. I didn’t know what was happening, or why he hasn’t even contacted me in weeks. As tired as I was, I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep, emotions, for a lack of a better word, suck.

I threw on a jacket and flittered out to sit on the front porch with a cup of coffee. I tried to pick out the constellations I could spot, text some of my friends to plan a meet up, and tried Taron again. Same straight to voicemail. I was halfway between detrimental anger and wanting to cry my eyes out. It was just about midnight, and I had no idea what to do. Everyone in the house was asleep, I felt completely alone.

I raided the bathroom cabinet to find something to knock me out, I definitely was going to need help falling asleep. I found some allergy meds that were supposed to make you sleepy, I crossed my fingers downing 2 pills. It kinda worked, I passed out for a couple of hours, but woke up with a racing heart around 3am. My phone blinded me, lighting up with a text.

Taron - ‘See you soon xx’

I stared at the screen, waiting for more, something else, an apology, an explanation, that he missed me, anything but some generic ass, nondescript text.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

I threw my phone, thankfully it landed on my area rug and not the wood floor. I was so pissed. After 3 weeks, that’s all he has to say?

My mouth was dry and I had a terrible taste on my tongue, I darted downstairs for a drink, trying my hardest not to grab caffeine. I poured a glass of milk, and grabbed some cookies, I guess I was hungry too.

Halfway up the stairs, I almost dropped my glass when my phone started chirping, loudly. Taron.

I should ignore it, like he’s been ignoring me. I watched it for a moment, and sighed answering.

“Yes?”

“Baaaaaaabyyyyyyyy, where are you?” He was clearly drunk.

“Taron, I’m home, remember?”

“Come see me, I’m…” The sound was muffled and I heard shuffling, then laughter.

“Oops, I dropped you.”

I rolled my eyes, my anger turning red hot. He was out, getting wasted, and hasn’t even attempted to contact me.

“Taron, It’s 3am, I’m going to bed.”

More laughter and voices in the background.

“Taron?” “Hello?’

“Sorry, where are you love?”

His speech was slurred, and quick.

“Home, in bed.”

“Bed, ooh, what are you wearing?”

“Goodnight Taron.”

I waited for him to say something, but I just heard some people in the background laughing more and mumbling things I couldn’t make out.

“Ok, bye then.” I hung up, frustrated and upset.

A minute later, my phone was lit up with another call. I ignored it.

And another.

He left a voicemail, I couldn’t make out half of what he was saying.

He tried to call again. I shut off my phone and took some deep breaths to calm down.

I woke up to the smell of bacon and pancakes. My nose carried me downstairs, only to find Taron in the kitchen with my mom, shoving a cinnamon roll into his mouth.

“Mornin sunshine!”

I glared at him, pouring myself some orange juice. He came up behind me, crossing his arms around my waist, whispering in my ear, “Missed you.” then kissing my cheek.

Mom excused herself sensing something off.

“What are you doing here?”

His eyes bulged. “What do you mean? I wanted to see you.”

“You wanted to see me so bad that you didn’t text or call me for 3 weeks? And then wouldn’t reply to anything either? Then you call at me fucking 3am drunk?”

He sighed, rubbing his forehead.

“Shit, I’m sorry, we had a good first show, so we celebrated.”

“Oh, good to know, maybe if I knew, I could have been there to see, but, it’s cool.”

He reached for my hand, but I withdrew, pulling my robe tighter.

“I’m sorry, I am, it’s been just really crazy lately, you know?”

“I guess.”

“Babe, come on, don’t be mad at me, please?”

He made an exaggerated sad pout, causing me to yet again roll my eyes.

“Stop, I wanna be mad at you.”

Honestly, looking at him, and those ridiculous puppy dog eyes he was giving me, was breaking me down.

He kissed my cheek “Come on.” *kiss* “Let’s eat.” *kiss* “I’ve missed you.” *kiss* “You look so cute with your hair a mess.” *kiss* “I’m so happy you’re home”

“Alriiiiight, stop.” He was so damn charming, he could get away with murder. I couldn’t help the grin spreading across my face.

He kissed my lips, and grabbed my hand to lead me to the table.

We spent the next couple weeks glued to one another, the only time we were apart was a few hours on the weekends when he had a show to do, he slept over almost every night.

I found some time to hang out with some of my girlfriends, do some shopping, catch up on our lives. I still had 3 more weeks at home, and I couldn’t have been happier, and avoiding every thought that entered my mind about going back.

Taron’s break was much shorter than mine, so time with him after that was few and far between. He did invite me to one rehearsal, that was fun. The rest of the time I just lounged as much as I could, read a few books, and mapped out my new classes.

It was my last weekend home, thinking about going back to school was making my stomach turn. I didn’t want to leave.

Taron took me out for a semi-fancy dinner the night before I had to head back. We, of course, again, promised each other things would be ok, and to never let more than a week go by without speaking. We had every good intention to.

We ended up at a pub for a few drinks with all our friends, I wasn’t going to see anyone again for 6 months. I didn’t want to be hungover on the long bus ride back, so I kept it to a minimum. Can’t say the same for Taron though. I had to basically carry him to the taxi and then to his doorstep. I was a little disappointed that this was our last night together, and I couldn’t even talk to him properly. I got him to his bed, covered him up and sat down beside him. His eyes were closed, but not yet passed out. I pushed his hair back from his forehead, running my fingers along his cheekbones, lips, jawline. I wanted to memorize every piece of him.

His eyes sprung open, a silly grin on his face, and pulled me down to him. “I love you.” He gave me a rough kiss on my cheek and was out for the rest of the night. I gave him a gentle kiss on his lips, took one last look and made my way out.

Another sleepless night was ahead of me, I felt different, I didn’t know exactly what ‘it’ was, but I knew it felt like a change.

The drive to the bus station was quiet, save for the dripping rain down the windows. I hugged mom goodbye, and she promised to come visit me soon.

Back at the dorm, it felt empty, and cold. I unpacked, and just laid in my bed staring at the ceiling. I hadn’t even looked at my phone since before I left. Of course, there were messages from him.

Taron - “Are you still here?” 12:42pm

“Please tell me I didn’t miss you leaving?” 12:55pm

“I’m so sorry, I swear, I didn’t mean for the night to go like that.” 1:14pm

“Text me, call me when you get there, please.” 1:47pm

“I miss you, it feels so empty when you’re gone.” 3:02pm

“Are you home yet?” 4:55pm

“Please call me.” 5:33pm

The last text was just my name and a sad emoji. 6:01pm

There were a few missed calls from him, and only one voicemail, no words, just a few seconds of a sigh, and a *click*

I was tired, I still had one more day before school started again, and I was going to use it for sleep. 8:35pm

I woke up too early the next morning, and needed the coffee I had been avoiding at home. I threw on whatever was visible on my floor, threw on a beanie and headed out the door.

My phone was dead, I must have forgotten to charge it. Oh well.

The coffee was so hot, and exactly what I needed. I took the long way back, opting for a few detours through the city. It was lightly raining, and chilly, but somehow it felt like the best thing ever at that moment.

I gazed at the dead, bare trees, the grey, gloomy sky, and the droplets of water gently plopping to the ground, it was beautiful. Even though everything was dead, decaying, it would be reborn, and more glorious than before. No, this wasn’t some metaphor for my life, or maybe it was. I don’t know.

When I returned back to the dorms, my roommate was back, unpacking. We exchanged some light words, and she headed out, leaving me to my own devices again. I binged watched some Netflix shows, and avoided charging my phone. It was still in my handbag, and I didn’t feel like getting up. I passed out early, awaking the next morning right on time to start my new semester.

Eventually, my phone was revived, strangely it took me a few days to even bother. A few messages cascaded in, from mom, my sister, one of my friends, and only one from Taron.

Taron - “I’m sorry.” Monday 1:37am

I called mom, assuring her everything was fine, caught up with my sister, replied to my friend, and left the last message unanswered.

I didn’t know what to say right now, and I needed more time to think before I decided to say anything.

A few weeks passed, surprisingly that black cloud lightened, and the sun came out. I was doing extremely well in all my classes, and I had met a few new people from my dorm hall, and my psychology class. I started to go out more, enjoy life, find myself. I took an art class even though I have no artistic talent, I hoped maybe it was hidden.

I felt a heaviness over me at times, I hadn’t replied to Taron at all. I had to eventually, either resolve it, or just ...no, I didn’t want to think about it. I was in a sort of bubble, and I didn’t want to burst it, not yet.

I dialed his number, listening to the multiple rings before his voicemail hit.

“Hey...we need to talk, umm, yeah, call me when you get this.” I hung up before I changed my mind.

Around 9pm I heard a knock at my door. His hair, and clothes were soaked. His face was covered in worry and somberness.

I stood there, in awe for a moment.

“Get in here.”

I grabbed a towel, handing it to him.

“What are you doing here?” This felt familiar.

He just looked at me, mouth open, taking a moment, while attempting to dry himself off.

“What’s going on?” “What’s happening?” “I’m worried.”

I sighed, I honestly had no idea what to even say.

“Take off your clothes.”

He raised an eyebrow, looking amused.

“They’re soaked, You’re not sitting on my bed all wet.”

I dug through my drawer, finding a t-shirt and oversized pajama pants for him to put on.

“Why haven’t you answered any of my calls, or messages?” “Is everything alright?”

I remained quiet, still not sure of what was going on myself.

“I don’t know.” was all I could come up with.

“You don’t know what?”

“Anything.”

It was quiet for a minute.

“Things aren’t the same, don’t you feel it?”

He stared, searching my eyes, trying to understand.

“I don’t know, maybe a bit.” “But life never stays the same, things always change.”

“Yeah, they do, and …” I pinched my lips, trying to figure out how to put the next sentence together. “And I think we’ve changed, too much.”

It grew quiet again.

“I’m sorry.” was the only thing that slipped from his lips. His head down, arms rested on his knees, and his hands running through his hair.

“Don’t be, I mean, it happens, as much as we don’t want it to, it happens. It’s no one’s fault”

“How can you be so, calm?”

“I’ve had a lot of time to think. Until right now, I didn’t know what was happening, it tore me apart, it’s been ripping me to shreds for months, ever since I first came here. I missed you so much, I spent so many nights lying awake, crying, wanting to just say forget it and go back home. I was so incredibly happy when you came to visit that day, I thought if I just waited it out, things could be good again, but things never work out like we plan.”

“I’m sorry, I swear, I didn’t mean for that night to end up like it happened, I promise, I will do anything, let’s just work this out, we can figure out how to make this work.”

I shook my head, I couldn’t. Not anymore. It was killing me, everytime he leaves, or when the phone doesn’t ring for 2 weeks, I let a little piece of him break away.

“Taron, I can’t, I just, can’t.” I was feeling that nauseous feeling creeping back in, and my heart bursting into millions of pieces.

“Please, I know we can.” He grabbed my hands, pulling me towards him. “Look at me, please.”

I was afraid to, I knew I was either going to buckle and give in, or immediately start crying.

He tilted my head up to him, his finger under my chin. He went on and on, trying to convince me we could make it work, that we can schedule times to talk, and we’ll visit every other weekend.

I couldn’t take it anymore, my eyes betrayed me, spilling salty tears down my cheeks.

“Taron, stop, you’re hurting me, please just let me go.”

I could barely get the words out, I was out of breath, I felt ill, I couldn’t stop bawling.

I turned away, trying to calm myself. He came around to face me, placing his hands on my face, gazing deep into my eyes. “I’m so sorry, I never meant to hurt you, I’m sorry.” Tears were forming in his eyes, making them glisten. He gave me one last lingering kiss on my forehead, grabbed his things and walked out the door.

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deceitfuldevil · 4 years ago

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Rose Hips — P.P

Peter Parker X Reader

Summary: You and Peter have been back and forth flirting for too long, but a shampoo change and a craving for a certain snack late at night leads you to be saved by the one and only Spider-Man, who acts and sounds just like your best friend. . .

Warnings: swearing, use of a gun, etc.

Word Count: 4.6K

“Jesus Christ, how are we already halfway through May?” MJ asked, rubbing her eyes, she had obviously taken a nap on the bus ride to school.

“Well since today’s the 15th and there’s thirty-one days in May there’s no one whole day that’s a halfway mark of the month” Ned explained simply, earning a look from MJ as he did so.

“It was a rhetorical question dipshit.” You chuckled lightly and looked to Peter for his reaction, but he was lightly snoring with his face uncomfortably pressed into a desk. You were about to nudge him so he’d be awake for first period but when the bell rang he shot up, red lines across his left cheek from laying on the desk.

—

You were usually the first to lunch as you had 5th period gym and 6th period lunch and the two were right next to each other. But today when you got down to the cafeteria you saw Peter sitting, or really sleeping at your usual table. Which was odd because his 5th period was chemistry on the 3rd floor, and the cafeteria was on the first floor; he was usually the last one to lunch.

“Jeez Pete, how much sleep did you get?” you said taking a seat next to him at the circular table, opening up your brown paper lunch bag.

“Huh?!” You must’ve startled Peter because she shot up with a jolt. You were always concerned for his well being but as of lately he seemed to be doing worse. He’s changed a lot since he took that Stark internship last year.

“I said...” You started, looking into his bloodshot eyes that practically caved into his face.

“How much sleep did you get?”

“7 hours...” he said with a grumble, obviously not wanting to be awake at the moment

“If you got seven hours of sleep last night then why do you-”

“This week”

“What?”

“I got seven hours of sleep this week,” he said plainly, rubbing his eyes as MJ quietly sat down at the table with the two of you.

“Wow, that’s a new record” she said sarcastically.

“Peter that isn’t good, you need to take care of yourself!” You said in a matter-of-fact kind of a way, gently cupping his face in your small hands as he flashed a small smile.

“Are you coming to our study session tonight?” Fridays were you and Peter’s designated hang out day, which started Freshman year just to coax your parents into letting you have a boy over but now the two of you just watch movies and pig out on junk food. However, you still called them your study sessions; it was just your little thing with him.

“Well actually I—”

“Don’t finish that sentence, you’re coming over tonight whether you like it not.”

“Oh Y/n’s over here making her move huh?” Ned asked as he sat down next to Peter, eyebrows raised.

“Don’t we wish,” MJ said somewhat under her breath. She knew how you felt about Peter, but was in no place to tattle.

“I’ll text May and let her know you’re staying the night” You said pulling out your phone and typing something out.

“Yeah like she’s ever gonna let me do that,” Peter said with a light laugh.

“You wanna bet?” You said with a smile, showing Peter your phone that showed May’s text that read: “Keep him for the whole weekend if you want! And make sure that boy gets some sleep, you know he sleeps best in your arms :).”

Peter turned a light shade of pink and stole a pudding cup from Ned, keeping his lips sealed.

“That’s what I thought,” You said with a proud smile, digging into your lunch.

Pulling the keys to your apartment out of your backpack, you unlocked your door and opened it for Peter to walk in. He mumbled a small “thank you” and made a b-line for your room before you could even close the door behind him. You smiled softly and locked up behind him, dropping your book bag following after him, only to find him loosely tucked into your twin-sized bed. You sighed seeing the overly tired Peter Parker in your bed; platonic friendships that didn’t always act platonic were rough, especially when both one of them had feelings for the other. Peter heard you sigh and opened one eye to peek at you, outstretching his arms from under your light pink duvet as a sign for you to come and join him. You happily obliged to.

Cuddling with Peter was just about your favorite thing to do. This started halfway through freshman year when he showed up at your door at 11 pm after he tried to pull a cheesy cliche on the girl he was crushing on; she called him a nerd and threw rocks at him, giving him a black eye. He was so upset because he was so sure that she’d fall for him if he copied the 1989 movie “Say Anything” and played her favorite song on a boombox outside her window. But she was a bitchy cheerleader that only went after jocks with 2-bit brains, not cute boys with 4.0 GPAs. Or at least that’s what you told Peter as he held onto you as if he’d lose you too if he let go.

“Where are you parents?” Peter mumbled, drawing you out of your memories.

“Peter.. take me to dinner first!” you said with a smile as you turned over to face him.

“Oh shut up!” He said in a playful tone, pulling the duvet over his face so that you wouldn’t see him blush.

“They’re away on another business trip, Chicago this time I think,” you said with a sad smile, your lips forming a thin line.

“Yikes, for how long this time?” he asked carefully, even though he knew you were beyond used to it by now.

“4 or 5 weeks, I’m really not sure. They’ll be back once school ends though.. I think.” Peter sighed, he wished that you had someone to be there for you. He wanted to be that person.

“You’re so lucky you have May, it must be nice to almost always have someone to come home to and not just an empty house,” You said as you used your index finger to trace Peter’s jawline. How it got so sharp and defined over the years was beyond you.

“At least you still have your parents.” Peter didn’t mention his parents often, especially outside of the confines of just the two of you. But every now and then he’d make a comment, maybe even a joke. Like most teens he too used humor as a coping mechanism.

“Yeah, but you still grew up with someone to guide you; the last time I remember my parents being home for more than a month was when I was 12.″

“I don’t knowwww, finding out your parents died in a plane crash at six sounds pretty traumatic to me,” He said in a teasing way, a way so that you knew he was kidding.

“Oh fuck off and cuddle me so that we can both get some sleep,” You said turning back over and pushing your back into his as he wrapped his hands around your waist. If anyone saw the position the two of you were in they would’ve immediately assumed you were a couple.

—

When you woke up and checked your clock it was 4:00AM; you knew that both you and Peter were extremely tired but you didn’t think you were both sleep-for-thirteen-hours kind of tired. Either way you turned over to take a peek at Peter and found him in a deep sleep lightly snoring. It was times like these when you were reminded of why you adored this boy so damn much. Not being able to help yourself you gave Peter a quick kiss on his cheek before tip-toeing out of the room to take a shower.

After turning the water on you checked your phones’ notifications, seeing a text from May amongst a few other snaps from friends.

May 💐

Hey, did Peter get any sleep yet?

You smiled, loving how much she cared for her Nephew.

we’ve been asleep since we got home at 3pm yesterday. I just woke up and I’m about to shower now but he’s still asleep :)

Hitting send you set your phone down on the bathroom counter and hopped in the shower, letting the hot water run all over your body. The best thing about AM showers in New York apartments was that you actually got some hot water for once.

Hopping out and drying yourself off you threw on a clean oversized Midtown high sweater and some pajama shorts, which ended up disappearing under the sweater anyways.

Walking back into your room you saw that it was now 4:23AM and to no surprise Peter was still sound asleep. You smiled contently and got back under the covers, not cuddling into him though as you didn’t want to wake him from his sleep. But a few minutes later you felt a pair of strong arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer. You called out to Peter asking if you woke him but he didn’t even stir. He must’ve pulled you closer in his sleep. He even started to draw small circles in the small of your back with his index finger as he continued to lightly snore, and the thought of him doing that absent minded-ly alone was enough to send you right back to sleep in a giddy haze.

—

Peter woke up before you this time, seeing that it was 8:12AM on your clock. You were tightly snuggled into him and he just couldn’t help but to give you a peck on the cheek, something he didn’t know you reciprocated. But right as he gave you a light kiss he got a whiff of your hair; it smelled like roses and apples. It was heavenly and made him more relaxed than he’s felt all week. Without even really thinking about it Peter began to run his fingers through your soft clean hair, almost soothing himself back to sleep. But when you started to stir in your sleep he stopped and tried to act asleep so you wouldn’t know what he was doing. You stayed silent for a couple minutes, leading Peter to believe that you had fallen back asleep. That was until you spoke up.

“You didn’t have to stop that you know. I kinda liked it.” Without a reply Peter went back to playing with your hair, bringing a smile to your face.

“Did you change your shampoo?” he asked about 10 minuets later, shocking you a bit because he was right.

“Yeah, how’d you know?” you asked, turning over to face him this time.

“You used to smell like honey, now you smell like apples and roses,” he stated plainly.

“Wow, no one’s ever noticed.”

“Well keep using this shampoo, I love it.” You gave Peter a fake offended look for that comment.

“And since when do I take orders from you?”

“Since I’m your best friend and you love me so you’d do anything for me,” he said with a grin, knowing damn well he was right.

“Oh shut up you dork.”

“Why don’t you make me?” You raised your eyebrows at his cockiness, but simply landed a kiss about an inch away from his lips and got out of bed to make breakfast, leaving a speechless Peter in bed.

“You said ‘make me.’ What did you expect?” you asked, popping your head back in just to see his awe-struck face.

You settled on the impossibly easy bowl of cereal, grabbing a bowl for Peter as well. He walked in as you were pouring him a bowl, but now he was wearing your NY Giants flannel pajama pants that you set aside for him weeks ago when he stayed the night and had no PJs to sleep in... and he lacked a shirt. Not to say that you hadn’t seen Peter shirtless before but ever since he took that Stark internship he’s gotten a lot more... buff. Anytime you’d see him shirtless you’d turn red without fail, you assumed this was his way to get back at you for following up on his “make me” statement. The two of you always played petty flirty games like that, and you both always assumed the other meant it in a completely platonic way.

“Jeez y/n, take a picture it’ll last longer,” Peter said jokingly, making you avert your gaze after realizing you’d been staring while you were deep in thought.

“Special K? Isn’t that stuff supposed to be healthy? Don’t you have any Captain Crunch around here or something?” Peter whined, making you roll your eyes at him.

“God you’re such a child! Besides, even if this stuff is ‘healthy’ it tastes really good.” Huffing dramatically Peter took a bowl and munched down on it, finishing it and then proclaiming that the cereal was “just OK” prompting you to throw a spoon at him.

—

The rest of that weekend was filled with similar flirty events and cuddle filled movie binges, and the school week consisted of pep rallies, field days, and other lax activities as graduation was on Wednesday the following week. It was nice to have a chill week after a long and stressful year, and Peter was clearly getting more sleep now that school work wasn’t a bigger part of his life anymore. Before you knew it, it was Friday again.

“Ever heard of a flirtationship?” Ned asked, munching down on his curly fries at lunch.

“...no?” You spoke, adding a questioning tone at the end encouraging him to go on.

“It’s what you and Peter have.” Before you could reply asking what that even meant, MJ chimed in as well.

“Skinny love would be another good term for you two weirdos.”

You were somewhat baffled. MJ knew of your feelings for Peter but you’d never heard these terms before in your life.

“Just look it up on urban dictionary, it’s all there,” Ned spoke simply, like it was painfully obvious. You pulled out your phone and opened safari, typing urba— before the auto-fill for UrbanDictionary.com came up. Quickly clicking your fingers across the keyboard you first looked up what a “flirtationship” was.

Flirtationship

An unofficial relationship that involves tons of flirting. Usually between two friends, and it's all fun and games until one of them falls for the other and turns it into a Relationship.

"OMG! John and Stacy totally in a flirtationship!"

You scoffed, looking over to Ned and giving him the finger. “Peter and I are nothing like that, we’re just—”

“What aren’t we like?” Making you jump and fumble your phone from your hand, Peter came up behind you resting his chin on your head.

“Oh nothing, it’s just obvious to anyone with a pair of eyes that the two of you have undeniable feel—“

“OKAY THANK YOU THAT’S ENOUGH MJ,” You said lightly chucking a banana at her, but she blocked it with her sketchbook.

“I’m just saying,” she said with a shrug, ultimately leaving Peter confused but he shrugged it off and began to ask about your day so far. In the middle of telling him how Mr. T made you run 2 extra laps in gym for running late in the locker room he took a large whiff of your hair.

“So what’s the name of that shampoo you use anyways?” Peter asked amidst a sweet daze as he began to run his fingers through your hair. Had anyone else, even Ned try to do that you would have been weirded out and moved away. But there was something calming that soothed you when Peter did it.

"Rose Hips by Herbal Essence,” you told him with a smile, enjoying the feeling of his fingers running through your hair.

“Dude, how’d you smell something so faint?” MJ asked, genuinely curious.

“Mmm must’ve been my Peter tingle” he said, still entranced in the smell.

“I’m sorry— your Peter what now?” MJ said with a laugh, but Ned threw an empty thing of pudding at Peter's head and brought him out of his trance.

“Oh uh, nothing” Peter said quickly, now sitting down beside you. You looked to MJ and gave her a “what the fuck was that??” kind of a look and she only shrugged. You didn’t notice Ned giving Peter the “why the hell would you say that dude?!” eyes and Peter only shushing him as you turned back around.

After that lunch came and went, as did the rest of the day. Thank god it was Friday again, and a long weekend at that. But you and Peter’s “study sessions” have become less concrete over the past few months, Peter has been showing up late or even not at all, giving some sort of lame excuse like:

“Oh May really needed my help with something.”

“Well you know that Stark internship is keeping me pretty busy.”

“Ned got a new LEGO set and said he couldn’t build it without me.”

It got to the point where you’d stop asking where he was or if he was even coming over. If he came, he came. If he didn’t, you settled for a bullshit excuse.

Sure this upset you and you told MJ about it but she just brushed it off as typical teenage boy things. Yet she wouldn’t stop reminding you that he’d probably spend more time with you if you told him how you really felt, and you kept reminding her that that was never gonna happen.

Before he started flaking Peter usually stopped by around 7pm, so when you looked over at the clock and saw that it was 10:30 at night you figured he wasn’t coming. The latest he ever showed up at your door was 1:00AM and you had already been up for hours cramming for a test that week so he stopped you and you both ate junk food until you passed out. He was gone in the morning though, and he didn't end up being at school that day either. Said he got sick in the middle of the night or something?

Anyways, Delmars was due to close in half an hour and you had a craving for some Cheeto puffs. So you threw a hoodie on over your pajama shorts and tank top and grabbed a five dollar bill. It was a block and a half away and even though the streets at night weren’t your favorite scene you were too hungry to care.

Leaving your apartment with nothing but a five dollar bill, your phone, and the keys to your apartment, you left and locked the door behind you, as your parents were still away on that business trip in Chicago. Walking into the store you looked to the clock and saw it was now 10:47PM, and a worker there was cleaning and starting to pack things up. You grabbed a bag of Cheeto puffs and quietly went up to the register. Paying and going on your way you bid the cashier a good night you started your trek back home.

Only about half a block into your commute did you feel off, making a quick glance behind you you saw a hooded figure following you about 3 yards away. “No big deal,” you thought. Maybe he’s just gotten off work is is really tired, and you have your trust pepper— oh fuck. Ever since an overly strict hall monitor caught you with a keyring with pepper spray on it you weren’t allowed to bring it to school because it was considered a “weapon,” and even then you were given week's detention.

All this overthinking made you look back again in fear and this time the hooded figure was less than a yard away from you. You immediately tried to pick up the pace but he pulled you into a nearby alleyway and covered your mouth with his hand. Only following your instinct you bit down as hard as you could on the man's hand, he cried out in pain.

“You bitch!”

You thought that was the end of it and you were going to make a run for it but then you heard a gun cock.

“I wanted to do this the easy way but it’s already obvious you aren’t gonna make that possible. Now where is your—“

It all happened so fast, you didn’t even actually see what happened. It was nearly 11:00 o’clock at night after all. But the next thing you knew you saw the well-known butt-kicking New York superhero known as Spider-Man on top of the man throwing punch after punch at him. You stared in awe for a moment, for so many reasons. You had only seen the famous Spider-Man in YouTube videos across the internet, he was known to be very peaceful and not hurt the criminals, and all in all you didn’t think he’d stop such a small crime as what was happening to you, let alone even catch it.

After catching your own breath you wrapped your arms around the blue and red spandex bound man pulling him off your attacker.

“You’re going to kill him!” You shouted. Only then did the masked hero look at you and hold his gaze. Usually you felt uncomfortable when people would stare at you but there was nothing uncomfortable about the situation; it felt like you’ve done it before. But as soon as your attacker started to try and get up Spider-Man webbed him to a wall, and his gun a few yards away so he wouldn’t be able to use it when the cops showed up.

Immediately wrapping his arms around your waist your newfound rescuer instructed you to hold on. You did as you were told but something was off; that voice sounded familiar.

He swung you all the way home, right to your window in fact. Settling on the fire escape right outside he released the webbing from his hand but didn’t let go of your waist. Instead, he ran his gloved fingers through your hair and took a long whiff from your head. Exhaling slowly, he came back to his senses.

Now you definitely had your fair share of dumbass moments but you’d have to be deaf, dumb, and blind to not realize who was behind that mask.

“Ahem, your apartment... madam?” He said, clearing his throat and adding a queens accent. You decided to play along, just a little bit though.

“Oh why thank you so much Spider-Man! You’re my hero!” You said, embracing him in a tight hug. He embraced you back and the small circles he drew on the small of your back with his index finger only further proved to you that this was indeed Peter Parker.

“But... How did you know where I live? Let alone my exact apartment window?” He froze, he was no longer drawing circles on your back and his breathing was hitched. You could hear his heart rate increasing ever rapidly.

“You uh–“ He stammered, losing his fake queens accent.

“You told me, yeah, you told me you lived in apartment number 32D” Ah, there was that lovely fake accent. But it was weaker, shakier.

“That’s funny ‘cause I don’t remember saying a single word to you before you brought me to this fire escape. But wait, if I told you that I lived in apartment 32D, how’d you know that this is the window to my bedroom?”

There was a shit-eating grin plastered across your face. You had him cornered and he knew it, you were just waiting for him to say it.

“I uh— well you see... it’s not really– ummmm,” He was fumbling over every word and the fake accent was long gone but it was obvious he wasn’t gonna give in and admit it. So you reached your hands up to the neck of his suit and started to pull up on the red neckline of the fabric. When you had just pulled it over enough so that you could see his entire chin and mouth you knew without a doubt that it was Peter.

“Are you sure you wanna do that? Super heroes aren’t really supposed to reveal their true identity to anyone.” He dropped all the bullshit, he was speaking with the same voice he talked to you with at lunch.

“Oh I’m sure,” You said with a laugh, continuing to pull the mask up his face at an agonizingly slow pace. Peter grabbed your wrists after you unveiled his nose.

“But Mr. Stark said if anyone I love finds out I’m Spider-Man then they’ll be under risk from bad guys around the world!” He exclaimed, not seeming to realize what he just confessed. At that point you quickly pulled off the rest of the mask and stared deep into Peters brown eyes. It was dark out and there was nothing but the moonlight shining on his face but still you searched for any sense of mistruth or uncertainty and saw nothing but unrelenting truth.

“You... you love me?”

Only then did he retrace his words and realized what hadspilled from his mouth.

“No! I mean, yes, oh my god yes I do I have since sophomore year when you kicked flash in the balls for calling me Penis Parker for the thousandth time that day, but if that means you don’t wanna be my friend anymore than in that case I don’t like you at all and this whole thing can totally be forgotten and—“

“Peter!” You interrupted

“Yeah?”

“I love you too,” you said softly, looking into his eyes with nothing but admiration.

“You do? Because if you don’t that’s really fine and I’d totally understand cause like—”

You knew there was no other way to shut him up besides doing the only thing you’ve wanted to do for 3 years. You kissed him. Standing up on your tippy-toes you cupped his cheek with your hands and gently pressed your lips to his. It was everything you’d thought it’d be and more; he tasted like banana laffy taffy, which happened to be your favorite candy so you weren’t complaining. Pulling away Peter’s eyes stayed shut a few seconds longer than yours, just doing his best to relish in the moment as long as possible before having to resurface back to the pain that is reality.

“Do I need to kiss you again to bring you back down to earth?” Peter said nothing but smiled wider than you’d ever seen before and nodded slowly. You smiled contently and went in for a quick peck before Peter came back to reality and put his hands tenderly on your face keeping your lips attached to his as he attempted to deepen the kiss. You gave in but only for a moment, soon pulling away and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Okay calm down lover boy, that’s fun and all but it’s freezing out here and I can’t feel my feet.” Without a second to spare Peter picked you up bridal style and carried you into your bedroom. You spent the whole night cuddling, kissing, and making him tell you every last detail about what it was like being Spider-Man.

—

A/N

Hi all, today is June 8th 2020... almost 4 months since I last posted. I’d like to apologize, I don’t have much of an excuse besides the fact that COVID-19 has brought on so much bad news for me that I haven’t had the motivation to do jack shit :)

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Love is a Triangle

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Pairing: Double B x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

In the next morning, I wake up to Hanbin shirtless, with his head in the level of my belly and holding my arm while peacefully sleeping, and Jiwon with his arm around my waist, hugging me. I can't see his face because I'm facing Hanbin. I could be here all day and thankfully, I can, it's Saturday. I wish I knew what time it was. Since Jiwon is still here, it's probably early, he always wakes up first. I sigh carefully, so I don't wake up Jiwon with his arm on my body and I lift my free arm to touch Hanbin's hair. I admire him, sleeping. Breathing in and out, so quietly.

- Summer? - I hear Jiwon's voice behind me. - Are you awake?

- Yes. - I answer without turning around.

- Do you want to get up? - Ugh, I love his morning voice, it's so raspy and manly.

- What time is it?

I feel Jiwon move on the bed, checking the alarm clock.

- 11:39 am.

- Oh, it's late. Yes, I would like to get up.

- Ok, I'll let you go. - Jiwon chuckles and removes his arm around me. His laugh always makes me want to laugh.

- I can't get out though.

- Why?

- Lift a little bit and see for yourself.- Jiwon does as I say and smiles, when he discovers Hanbin is grabbing my arm.

- He's so cute. - Jiwon grabs my shoulder and stares at Hanbin. We watch him like we're looking at a baby.

- I will never get tired of this. - I face Jiwon.

- Me neither. - He smiles and kisses me.

- Did you wait for him? Last night?

- Yes.

- Is everything alright? - Did they fight more?

- Yes, don't worry. - Jiwon gets out of the bed, trying not to be too trembling. - We should let him sleep.

- How do I get out? - I point at my arm. - It has a Hanbin on it.

Jiwon chuckles. - Take it slow and replace your arm with a pillow. I do what he advises me, plus a quick kiss on Binnie's hand and a good morning kiss for Jiwon.

We get to the kitchen.

- What do you wanna eat bunny?

- I already ate. - I confirm that by looking at the frying pan under the counter and a ripped pack of noodles next to it. Jiwon usually wakes up really early, goes eat breakfast and then, goes back to sleep. It's almost a routine so I'm not surprised but I admit sometimes I would prefer he wouldn't do it because I feel lonely eating by myself. - Don't you wanna eat again?

- Hmm, I'm not hungry although I can cook for you and Bin.

- Alright, but don't you think he's going to wake up only at lunchtime?

- No, he can't, we have that photo shoot, remember?

- Ohhh, with Dazed, right? I totally forgot about that. - Sigh, even on the weekends they have to work.

- Exactly. I'm going to wake him up after I finish your breakfast. - Jiwon goes to the fridge. - What do you wanna eat?

- Hmm, some muesli with fruit. - I can't get used to eating full meals in the morning even though I'm in Korea for five years now. - You don't have to do it, just cook for Hanbin.

- Hey, I said I would do it so I'll prepare it. What should I make for Hanbin? - He takes the milk off the fridge.

- Maybe some rice with veggies and...an omelet?

- Which veggies? - He takes carrots off the fridge and looks for more vegetables. Of course a bunny would pick the carrots first.

- Let me help you. - I get up.

- No! I don't need help. Eat your cereal. - He pours milk in the bowl and the muesli.

- What about the fruit?

Jiwon starts peeling an apple while I begin to cut the carrots and zucchini. He looks at me after finishing my fruit salad.

- What are you DOING? I told you to sit and eat.

- You need help, you take too long. - I say, determined, while I put a frying pan on the stove to cook the vegetables. He ignores what I say and prepares the rice and breaks the eggs into another frying pan.

- What are you guys doing?

- Good morning Binnie! - I look behind me. Hanbin has his t-shirt on again. - We're cooking breakfast for you.

- No, I'm cooking, you're just getting in the way. - Jiwon grabs the veggies I just chopped and throws them into the pan.

- Yeah, right. If it wasn't for me, you would still be deciding which vegetables you should cook. - Hanbin smiles at my answer.

- Good morning gorgeous. - Jiwon approaches him and kisses him. I smile at them and check the omelet. It's ready. I turn the stove to zero.

- What about you? Aren't you going to give your boyfriend a good morning kiss? - Hanbin comments.

- Yes, just a second. - I put the omelet on a small plate in front of Hanbin's place on the table. I go around the table to kiss him. He smiles, satisfied. He's so cute.

Jiwon finishes the rice and the veggies while I eat my breakfast.

- Thank you, babe. - Hanbin says. - Oh baby, I almost forgot. - He turns to me - We’re having dinner with the members and they said we could invite you, do you wanna come?

- Oh yes! I miss Junhoe so much.

- What? - Jiwon eyes widen.

- What? - Hanbin’s next.

- I mean...It will be fun, I haven’t seen them in a while. - I correct myself so I don’t sound so excited.

- What are you saying, you saw them two weeks ago?! - Hanbin says, confused.

- I think we should end this conversation. - I say, so I don’t get killed by my two jealous boyfriends.

- You miss them often? - Jiwon asks.

- Of course. I’m their fan and friend.

- Is this why they invited her? They miss her too? - Jiwon asks Hanbin.

- Now that you’re asking that, I think you’re right! - Hanbin realizes.

- Look, boys, if you didn’t want me to go, why did you mention this to me in the first place?

- No, we want you to go because we don’t want to leave you at home alone. I thought that was your reason too. - Jiwon says.

- Of course. But I really like them so it’s normal that I miss them! Ok, let’s stop talking about this.

- I think it’s best that we do because I’m getting mad. - Hanbin states.

- Whatever. - Jiwon gets up and goes to our bedroom. Sigh.

They get so jealous when I talk about them. What do they think, that I’m going to date the whole iKON group? For Christ’s sake.

Hanbin eats his food and goes to the bedroom too. My heart hurts. I hate to see them like this.

- Boys? - I enter the bedroom and see them sitting on our giant bed, watching their cell phones. - Is everything okay?

- Yes, I’m sorry. - Hanbin takes my hand when I sit on the bed with them. - We just...we’re used to being the center of your attention.

- Yes so when you talked about them like that we kind of flipped, I’m sorry. We love you. - Jiwon hugs me.

- I love you too. - I smile. Hanbin joins our hug.

- Let us prove how sorry we are. - Hanbin smirks.

- Now? Don’t you have to get rea... - I get interrupted by Jiwon’s wet neck kisses on me. I close my eyes and breathe deeply, enjoying his lips touching my skin. Hanbin starts to touch my legs and running his hands through my body until he unbuttoned my shirt and kisses me roughly on the lips, while I feel Jiwon sucking on my skin, definitely leaving marks later.

- Would Junhoe kiss you like this? Would he make you feel this way? - I just wanna laugh about what I just heard because they didn’t let this go yet but they would probably get upset, so, I control myself and answer what they want to hear:

- No, baby. Only you can make me feel this way.

- That’s right, only we can make you feel pleasure. - Hanbin replies. - Only we can love you like this.

They are so protective of me they sometimes don’t realize they’re getting upset over little things like this when they don’t need to.

We spent more half an hour touching and kissing each other until we realize it’s time for them to get ready for their photo shoot when my phone buzzes with a message.

We take a shower and dress up. They prefer to eat after so they look in good shape for the photographs. We arrive at the place and surprisingly, the other iKON members arrive at the same time. I wanted to say hi and talk to them for a little bit because I didn’t know it was a group photo shoot, therefore, I had no idea they would be here, but I decided to grab some food for them and myself while they do their thing. I eat carefully at the restaurant and take my time, so I don’t disturb them while they’re working and then I come back one hour later. When I get there, Donghyuk, my Binnie and Yunhyeong are posing for the photographer and the others are sitting down or standing and talking to each other. I go to Jiwon, who just took off a long white coat.

- Hi babydoll, did you eat? - Jiwonie gives me a kiss on my cheek.

- Yes, and I brought you some. - Jiwon searches in the bag with a happy face.

- Thank you so much! - He kisses me again on my face.

- Hi Summer! - Junhoe says.

- Hey, how are you? - I greet him with a kiss and I immediately feel Jiwon's eyes on us.

- Summer! - Chanwoo calls.

- Chanwoo! - My sweet voice appears. I hug him.

The rest of the group ends their part of the photos right when Jinhwan comes to greet me. We always got along very well since him, Jiwon and Hanbin used to spent a lot of time together.

- Hi Summer baby. - Jinhwan says, carelessly. Hanbin eyes Jinhwan. Uh-oh. He’s about to die, that’s Hanbin’s nickname for me.

- What did you say? - Hanbin gets closer to us.

Jinhwan smirks. - Cool off, I was just teasing you.

I exhale deeply. Hanbin's face is tense but he relaxes once I talk.

- How was it, baby? Are you hungry? - I put my arms around his neck.

- I don't know if it's over yet. - Hanbin looks at the plastic food bag next to Jiwon.

- Did you bring food?! - Hanbin says, excited. - Oh, I'm starving! - Of course he is, it's 3:44 pm. - Thank you, you're a peach. - He searches what's in the bag and opens the package.

- Long time no see, Summer. - Yunhyeong turns to me, after my boyfriend's attention changes to the sushi.

- Indeed! I didn't know we would see you before dinner. - Donghyuk admits.

- Yes, me neither but my friend canceled on me so I decided to come.

- Hanbin. - The male photographer calls and he goes to him. He comes back after talking to the man.

- So, they want to take a last group photo and then, they want to take more photos outside, on a rooftop two miles from here since the weather is nice today.

- Oh, I think I should go home then. - My uncle lives in Korea, before I moved with Hanbin and Jiwon, I lived at his house. For that reason, we see each other often and today he's coming to our house to check on me.

- Yes, please go baby. Don't be late because of us. - Hanbin turns to them while Jiwon helps me dress my denim jacket. - Alright! Everyone back into the vans! - He yells so they obey. He's so hot when he plays the leader. - We have work to do.

- Have fun with your uncle baby girl. - Jiwon grabs my face and kisses it. - I love you, we'll be back to you soon.

- Yes, I'm sorry we're not going home with you Summer baby. - Hanbin pouts. - Say hello to your uncle for me. - He kisses my cheek.

- Okay, good luck! - I walk away.

- Wait! - Hanbin runs after me. - I'll call the cab for you.

- Don't run from me, you idiots. I want to help too.

Hanbin and I smile to Jiwon's comment. Sometimes he feels like a dad to us because he's one year older. I think he feels the responsibility to look after us.

When I get home, I see my uncle standing at the doorway, waiting for me.

- Oh, there you are. - He closes the magazine he was reading and lets me pass to open the door.

- Sorry. - I unlock the door and let him come inside first. - I was at a photo shoot with iKON. Hanbin and Jiwon had to finish it so I came alone. So...do you want some tea or coffee?

- Some tea would be nice. - He looks around our house. - The place looks great, you decorated the walls and added some rugs. - I start preparing the tea.

- Yes, thanks. - The last time he was here was almost after we moved in.

-I can imagine your mother saying how much she likes the colors of the walls. - I chuckle because I can picture it too. - Do you miss her?

- Yes, of course. And my siblings too.

- When was the last time you saw them?

- Hmm. - I think for a bit. - Five months ago. I took some holidays and went to visit them.

- Oh, I think that was around the time I went to the US for some business and I saw them too. - We both sit on the table after I bring the cups of tea. - How's Jiwon and Hanbin?

- Full of work, like always. - Uncle gives me a sympathetic smile. - No, but they're good, they're good.

- And you?

- I'm great, I finally think my life is stable. - I smile, proudly.

- I'm happy for you, it doesn't even seem like the scared girl I knew five years ago who came to a whole new country, with a different language and culture.

- Oh, I adapted I know but I'm telling you, it feels great when I see you so I can speak in English again.

We talk for about an hour and then he leaves. I text Hanbin and Jiwon to know if they're gonna be long.

MESSAGES 3 people

Today, 5:56 pm

You: When are you coming home?

Bunny: We're about to leave, baby girl.

I decided to check what's playing on TV but suddenly I remember it's time for "Romance Is a Bonus Book", the drama Hanbin and I watch together. I try to control my temptation to watch the new episode but I'm so bored I can't think of anything else to do right now. So I watch it. In fact, I watch the whole episode, 1 hour and 6 minutes. Jiwon said they were about to go home, how are they not here yet? My phone starts ringing. It's their manager.

- Hello?

- Yes, Summer? Hi, it's Jaeho. I'm sorry for disturbing you but one of the vans of the iKON members suffered an accident, it crashed into a car and your boyfriends were in the van... It's not that serious but I thought you should know they're at the hospital to get checked out since Bobby was in the front with the driver. - I gulp, in shock. - He continues to talk but I can’t listen, my ears are blocked by my impact of the second sentence.

- I-I hum...which hospital?

- Bumin Hospital Group.

- Thank you, I'll be there in ten minutes. Goodbye. - I turn off the call and I get into my car as fast as I can.

My heartbeat is so high I can actually hear it. I can't believe this is really happening. One day everything is so perfect and the next day, all I've built is crashing down. Jaeho said it wasn't serious but I can't help but worry. They are everything to me, I can't imagine my life without them.

I arrive at the hospital and go to the receptionist of the urgency room.

- Hello, I'm Summer Evelyn Parks, could you tell me where are the patients Kim Jiwon and Kim Hanbin, please? - The lady is writing their names on the computer.

- Are you related to them in any way?

- Yes, I'm their girlfriend.

She gives me a funny look. I don't have the patience for this right now. I wish I could just enter without being followed by security.

Jaeho appears and calls me. Before we go, he tells the lady that I'm with them. Their manager makes me follow him to a big private room. There are about ten beds in it. Being famous sometimes has benefits. The first one I see is Hanbin, sitting on the edge of the bed. I run to him, he gets up and hugs me tight. I sigh.

- You're okay. You're okay. - I comfort myself and I kiss him.

- I'm okay. - He pets my hair.

- Where's Jiwon?

Hanbin points to the bed next to Donghyuk's. He's laying down. I feel like my heart is about to come out of my chest again.

- Jiwon. - I call him and he gets up. I notice he has a small compress on his head.

- Baby girl! - He hugs me. - I told you not to call her.

- I didn't! - Hanbin replies. - I made Jaeho do it...

- Are you okay? What happened? - I start shooting questions like an arrow hits the target.

- Oh, I'm so glad you weren't there. - Hanbin admits.

- I was on the passenger seat with the driver and everything was normal until the car in front of us did an abrupt braking and then we hit. There wasn't time to stop the van. So then, the airbag fired but I hit my head on the side of the car because I was sitting in a weird position. - My face says anxiety, sadness, and pity clearly because Jiwon has the urge to respond to that. - Don't worry, I'm okay baby.

Tears start falling from my eyes. - Are you really?

- I am, don't cry, please. You're making me sad.

- You’re making us. - Hanbin corrects him.

- He hugs me again, worried about me. - I know you were probably really shaken up about us, right? - I nod and let him hold me. - It's alright, I understand. But as you can see, we're fine. Nothing happened. We're here with you. It's not our time yet, you still have many years to put up with us. - I smile, almost forcefully. He wipes the tears off my face and kisses me.

- Does that hurt? - I point to his head.

- No, it's not that bad, I don't understand why they had to put a whole compress on a scratch.

- We canceled dinner plans. - Hanbin informs me.

- Are they okay? - I ask about the rest of the members. - Yes, our Jiwonie was the only one to get hurt. - Hanbin pouts.

- Maybe we should baby him like he does with us. - I put a happier face.

- Yes! - Hanbin agrees.

And so, we do. - After we get out of the hospital with the doctor's orders, of course. We cross the street holding his hands, Hanbin covers him with a blanket as soon as he sits on our house's couch, I cook dinner and I give him spoons full of rice and meat.

- What did you do this afternoon? Were you still with your uncle after Jaeho called you? - It still hurts to imagine the accident but I try to calm down and simply answer Jiwon's question.

- No, he left early. I watched a random show and "Romance is a Bonus Book".

- You watched “Romance is a Bonus Book” without me? - Hanbin strikes.

- After a car accident, that's what you worry about. Good to know. - Jiwon teases him.

- Noo, I love you too babe, I’m so glad you’re okay! - Hanbin kisses him. Aw, they make my heart melt. - Now, you. - Hanbin changes his face to serious.

- I...I'm sorry, I was bored and… - I try to excuse myself.

- Shut up, I'm mad. - Hanbin turns his face to make a scene. - I can’t believe you watched it without me! We always watch it together.

- Please forgive me? I love you? - I get closer to his face and I try to kiss him.

- Don't talk to me, traitor.

- If you don't forgive me, I will kiss you forever until you do. - I start to give him a lot of kisses.

- Okay. - He pretends like he's upset.

Jiwon looks at us. - Tch, you're so desperate for love. - He refers to Hanbin, of course.

- You’re gonna love today’s episode, they… - I get interrupted.

- Don’t tell me spoilers! - Hanbin whines.

- No, I was just going to say that…

- No, I don’t want to know! - Hanbin says, covering his ears.

- But...ugh! This is so hard, I really want to tell someone! - I whine.

- I do, tell me. - Jiwon speaks. I smile, excited and I whisper into his ear. He sighs and smirks to Hanbin, consequently teasing him for not knowing. - Okay, I think I’m going to bed now, I’m pretty tired.

- Ok, I’m going with you. - I say while I get up.

- But… - Hanbin starts. - okay, I’m gonna watch the episode and then I’ll go too.

- I didn’t wanna say this but I wanted him to come to bed with us. - Jiwon takes his shirt and his pants off, which leaves him only with boxers on. I don’t understand how they sleep almost naked every day but still manage to have their bodies hot.

- Me too bub. It was a hard day, I want you both by my side.

- Binnie?

He exhales in relief. - You scared me. Is everything okay?

- What if you come to bed with us now and I watch the episode with you tomorrow?

- Okay, sounds good.

We lay down together next to Jiwon, one on each side, and he breathes, satisfied.

- I’m so glad nothing bad happened. It could’ve been worse, you know? - I say, looking up at our beautiful chandelier.

- Don’t worry about that baby. - Hanbin replies.

- No, it couldn’t. We would never leave you alone in this world. - Jiwon says, looking at the ceiling. I look at him and I smile. He always finds a good and positive answer to say. - I turn to him and I hug him, closing my eyes to fall asleep. - I love you boys. - I kiss Jiwon’s arm. Hanbin smiles to Jiwon.

- We love you too. - They whisper.

#double b #double b au #ikon au #polyamory ikon #jiwon fluff au #hanbin au #hanbin fluff #hanbin fluff au #ikon angst #ikon fluff #ikon fic #ikon scenarios #kpop scenarios #kpop au

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The Littlest Timelord: Cracks in Time Chapter 30

TITLE: The Littlest Timelord: Cracks in Time Chapter 30 PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: 30/? SUMMARY: A little girl escapes the Time War when the Timelord’s return in “End of Time Part 2″. The newly regenerated Doctor must now raise the little girl while trying to find out why cracks in time keep following them around.

[A/N - Wow. Chapter 30. Can you believe it?]

The park wasn’t far from Craig’s flat so they walked.

Elise walked by the Doctor’s side with her backpack on her back as the Doctor played around with the football in his hands. If Elise had felt comfortable speaking in front of Craig and Sophie, she would have told the Doctor to leave his jacket at home instead of wearing it over the football jersey.

It made him look weird. More than usual.

“What are you actually called? What's your proper name?” Craig asked him.

“Just call me the Doctor.”

“Yeah,” Sophie said.

“I can't go up to these guys and say hey, this is my new flat mate, he's called the Doctor,” Craig told him.

“Why not?”

“Because it's weird. By the way, if you’re called the Doctor, then how come Elise’s got a normal name?”

“Because she’s a child. That’s why”.

When they got to the pitch, one of Craig’s teammates greeted them. “All right, Craig. Soph. All right, mate.”

“Hello, I'm Craig's new flat mate. I'm called the Doctor,” the Doctor said, giving the man air kisses.

“All right, Doctor. I'm Sean. So, where are you strongest?”

“Arms.”

“No, he means what position on the field,” Craig explained.

“Not sure. The front? The side? Below,” the Doctor said.

“Are you any good though?” Sean asked.

The Doctor spun the football on his finger. “Let's find out.” The Doctor took off his jacket and set it on the ground.

“I’ll watch her. Don’t worry”, Sophie told him.

The Doctor kissed Elise on the head before running out onto the field.

The game seemed simple enough, although it was nothing like the games they played on Gallifrey.

Elise had no interest in watching the game so she pulled out her sketchbook and started to draw Gallifrey, specifically the silver leaves on the trees.

“That’s rather good”, Sophie told her, “You’re like one of those child prodigies.”

Needless to say, Craig’s team won the match thanks to the Doctor. “

You are so on the team,” Sean told him as he handed out beers, “Next week we've got the Crown and Anchor. We're going to annihilate them.”

“Annihilate? No. No violence, do you understand me? Not while I'm around. Not today, not ever. I'm the Doctor, the Oncoming Storm, and you basically meant beat them in a football match, didn't you?”

“Yeah.”

“Lovely. What sort of time?”

Craig opened his can and got sprayed with foam.

The same moment repeated again and again.

Elise and the Doctor stepped away from the group and the Doctor pressed a button on his earpiece as he started to talk to Amy.

“Amy? Amy? What does the scanner say? Yes, yes, it's, it's good. Zigzag plotter. Zigzag plotter, Amy. Amy? Are you there? Amy?”

The Doctor paused and Elise started to worry for their ginger friend.

“Oh, thank heavens. I thought for a moment the TARDIS had been flung off into the vortex with you inside it, lost forever. How are the numbers?”

The scene behind them stopped repeating.

“Fives? Even better. Still, it means the effect's almost unbelievably powerful and dangerous, but don't worry. Hang on, okay? I've got some rewiring to do.”

They made their way back over to the group.

“Sorry about that. Important phone call”, the Doctor said.

“No worries, mate”, Craig said, “Well I’m going to head back”.

“I think me and Elise are going to stay for a little while”. The Doctor took the football from Craig.

“Okay, see you at home then”, Craig said and the team left.

The Doctor took off his jacket and led Elise onto the pitch. He placed the football in front of her and then walked a few feet away.

Elise stared down at the ball.

“C’mon, Ellie. Just kick it over to me”, he told her.

Elise tried her hardest to kick the ball but it barely moved. Tears filled her eyes as she sat down with her arms crossed.

The Doctor laughed quietly to himself and walked over to her. “Aww, Elise. It’s okay”, he said, rubbing her back. He picked her up and set her on her feet. “C’mon, try it again”, he told her.

She kicked the ball again and it moved a little further.

“It’s too big, isn’t it? Tell you what, when we get Amy back we’ll get a child sized ball and we can practice with that, okay? Why don’t we go play on the playground instead?” he suggested.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

They stayed at the playground until Elise tired herself out.

The Doctor carried her home and put her to bed while he worked on his device.

When Elise woke up, the Doctor was nowhere to be seen. She panicked and was about to start screaming for him when she heard voices coming from the living room. Elise got out of bed and padded into the living room.

“Oh, hey there”, the Doctor said, smiling at her.

Elise walked to him and he picked her up, placing her in his lap as he worked on the mess of wires around his neck.

“We didn’t wake her, did we?” Sophie asked.

Elise shook her head.

“She fell asleep after we went to the park.”

“How will she sleep tonight?”

“Probably won’t”.

“She’s not on a schedule or anything?”

The Doctor shrugged. “I let her do what she wants. Bolsters creativity”.

Elise hated it when adults talked about her like she wasn’t in the room at all.

“Like I was saying, life can seem pointless, you know, Doctor. Work, weekend, work, weekend. And there's six billion people on the planet doing pretty much the same,” Sophie said.

“Six billion people. Watching you two at work, I'm starting to wonder where they all come from,” the Doctor commented.

“Huh? What do you mean by that?”

“So then, the call center. That's no good, then. What do you really want to do?”

“Don't laugh. I only ever told Craig about it. I want to work looking after animals. Maybe abroad? I saw this orangutan sanctuary on telly.”

“What's stopping you?”

“She can't. You need loads of qualifications,” Craig told him.

“Yeah, true,” Sophie said, “Plus it's scary. Everyone I know lives round here. Like, Craig got offered a job in London. Better money. He didn't take it.”

“What's wrong with staying here? I can't see the point of London.”

“Well, perhaps that's you, then. Perhaps you'll just have to stay here, secure and a little bit miserable, till the day you drop. Better than trying and failing, eh?” the Doctor asked.

“You think I'd fail?”

“Everybody's got dreams, Sophie. Very few are going to achieve them, so why pretend?” The Doctor took a drink of his wine and then spit it back into the glass. “Perhaps, in the whole wide universe, a call center about is where you should be.”

“Why are you saying that? That's horrible.”

“Is it true?”

“Of course it's not true. I'm not staying in a call center all my life. I can do anything I want!”

The Doctor smiled. She played right into his hands.

Sophie smiled back, realizing what he had just done. “Oh, yeah. Right. Oh, my God. Did you see what he just did?”

“No, sorry, what's happening? Are you going to live with monkeys now?” Craig asked.

“It's a big old world, Sophie. Work out what's really keeping you here, eh?” the Doctor told her.

“I don't know. I don't know,” she said.

Craig walked Sophie out to say goodbye while Elise and the Doctor went back to their room.

He put the finishing touches on his machine. “Right. Shield's up. Let's scan,” he said. He started to spin it. The Doctor had his earpiece in, so once again Elise could only hear half the conversation.

“Upstairs. No traces of high technology. Totally…” He ran over to check the readings. “Normal? No, no, no, no, no, it can't be. It's too normal. Without knowing and get myself killed? Then you really are lost. If I could just get a look in there. Hold on. Use the data bank. Get me the plans of this building. I want to know its history, the layout, everything. Meanwhile, I shall recruit a spy.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The next morning, the Doctor got up and made breakfast.

After he and Elise had eaten, he loaded up a breakfast tray and carried it to Craig’s room.

“Craig? Craig? Breakfast. It's normal. Craig?”

They entered his bedroom to find Craig still in bed.

The Doctor ran over to Craig and set the tray down on the bed. “Craig. Craig, Craig, Craig. I told you not to touch it!” He grabbed Craig’s arm that had a nasty looking line going up it. “Look, what's that? It's an unfamiliar and obviously poisonous substance. Oh, I know what'd be really clever, I'll stick my hand in it. Come on, Craig, breathe.” The Doctor slammed his fist down onto Craig’s chest.

Craig sat up and gasped.

“Come on, Craig, breathe. Thems are healthy footballer's lungs.” The Doctor grabbed the teapot and ran out of the room.

Elise wished she was older so she could help.

The Doctor ran back in and poured the tea into Craig’s mouth, straight from the teapot.

“I've got to go to work,” Craig told him.

“On no account. You need rest. One more.”

“It's the planning meeting. It's important.”

“You're important. You're going to be fine, Craig.” The Doctor jumped up from the bed. “Come along, Elise”. He took her hand and they went to the call center.

“Doctor! Elise!” Sophie said, “What are you doing here?”

“Craig wasn’t feeling well, so he asked me to come instead”.

“Oh, well his desk is over there. Do you need me to get you a babysitter for Elise?” the Doctor waved his hand dismissively.

“No. Elise will be fine as long as she has her sketchbook. You won’t even know she’s here”.

Around 2:00 pm, Craig came running into the office.

“Oh, afternoon,” his manager said.

“I'm so sorry, Michael. I don't know what happened. I've got no excuse.”

“I think that's not what my screen is telling me, Mister Lang,” the Doctor said, popping up from under his desk.

“What's he doing here? What are you doing here?” Craig asked.

“If that's your attitude, Mister Lang, please take your custom elsewhere.”

“No, no, no, that's one of my best clients!”

“Hello, Craig. How are you feeling? Had some time to kill. I was curious. Never worked in an office. Never worked in anywhere.”

“You're insane!”

“Leave off the Doctor. I love the Doctor. He was brilliant in the planning meeting,” his manager said.

“You went to the planning meeting?” Craig asked.

“Yes. I was your representative. We don't need Mister Lang any more. Rude Mister Lang.”

Sophie came over with a plate and a mug. “Here you go, and I found some custard creams,” she said, “Can I get Ellie anything?”

“Sophie, my hero,” the Doctor said, handing one of the biscuits off to Elise.

Elise tucked it away in her backpack for later.

“Hi, Craig. I went on the web, applied for a wildlife charity thing. They said I could always start as a volunteer straight away. Should I do it?” Sophie asked him.

“Yeah, great. Yeah, good. Go for it.”

“You look awful. About turn. Bed. Now,” the Doctor told Craig, “Who next? Oh, yes. Hello, Mister Joergensen. Can you hold? I have to eat a biscuit.”

#eleventh doctor fanfiction #eleventh doctor imagine #eleventh doctor #doctor who #Doctor Who fanfiction #doctor who imagine #the lodger #craig owens

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nataliecarsonsuniverse · 4 years ago

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Say You Will Remember Me (Part 2)

Summary:

2016: Spencer has just gotten married to (Y/n), the girl of his dreams. The two navigate their new life together as they work through his demanding job and a stalker that just won't leave them alone.

2018: Wendy and Peter have been hiding out in Maine for nearly a year now from Wendy's abusive ex. The two are just starting to settle into the new lives that they hope to spend with each other.

2020: After two years of searching for his missing wife, (Y/n) and Spencer are brought back together again. However, things take a turn for the worse as Spencer realizes that she is no longer the same girl he married.

(Part 1)

March 2017

Washington D.C.

(Y/N) sat on the couch, her leg anxiously bouncing up and down. Spencer was due to be home any minute now and she could not wait to see him. He had been gone for nine days this time, far longer than usual. To say that the nights had been lonely was an understatement. She got through the day as best as she could, it wasn’t hard to be distracted all day while teaching fourth graders. After the fifth night of him not coming home she decided she would stay later at work, grading papers and getting ready for the next day. Honestly, anything to avoid having to go home to their empty house.

Friday night she had been at a bar with some friends when he called to tell her they had finally solved the case. She got so excited when he told her that he thought that he would be home that night and that she would finally get to share her bed with her husband again only for him to tell her that the weather in Seattle was really bad and they weren’t going to be able to fly out till Saturday morning. She had tried to hide her disappointment in her voice, she had always tried to make an effort to make it seem like she was okay with the long periods of absence. She never wanted him to think that she resented him for his job. So she tried to hide it the best she could, but she had also already had two beers and according to him, she was a lightweight, so she was pretty sure that he heard the disappointment. And if he didn’t he definitely figured it out when she said “what a fucking bummer” into the phone thinking that she had already hung it up.

So when she finally heard keys in the door and the doorknob turn it open it should not have surprised when she nearly tackled him before he made it into their apartment. Yet for a genius, he could be pretty dense sometimes.

“Woah Pipes,” He said laughing as she snaked her arms around his neck, her lips already finding him. Nine days she thought. Nine days since she had kissed. After a second of kissing, whatever hesitation or exhaustion that was left him gave in as he dropped his bags right there in the entryway and carried her to their bedroom.

Afterward, he pulled her into his chest burying his nose into her red hair feeling content now that he was back home with her. Traveling all the time used to never bother him but now that he was leaving her behind each time he heard the phrase “wheels up” he mentally shuddered to wonder how long it would be until he can fall asleep next to her again. And then there was how much more dangerous the job felt now. All of a sudden there was a person waiting for him to come home, someone who would be devastated if he never did come home. Sure his mom would be devastated as well as the team but yet the idea of leaving her behind made him want to be sick.

“Spence?” (Y/N) asked, putting a hand on his chest, raising herself up just a little to look at him. “Where did you go?”

“Sorry.” He replied as he went back to rubbing circles on her back as she once again settled herself against his chest. He was slightly disappointed that it was only 1 pm as he would’ve loved to have just fallen asleep right now. “You seem really happy today.” He said all of a sudden remembering the way that she practically pounced on him the second he walked in the door.

“I just missed you,” (Y/N) responded. “But also you hit your one hundred marks which means that I have the next thirty days with you.”

“Always a hidden motive with you isn’t there?” he asked teasingly. He of course also knew that he would get to spend the next thirty days working fairly normal hours while teaching. He used to hate the whole thirty days off thing but now that he was married he absolutely loved it.

“Ah man, you caught me,” (Y/N) responded before looking back up at him again noting the way that his eyelids were droopy and he was clearly struggling to keep his eyes open. “You’re tired,” she said. “What if we take a one hour nap and then head off to a late lunch or something?”

“Actually it’s not good to nap for more than thirty minutes. The ideal time to nap is twenty minutes as after thirty minutes the body will start to retreat into a deeper sleep and that will cause someone to wake more groggy than when they first started sleeping.” Spencer rambled.

“Okay then,” (Y/N) said, reaching for her phone off the bed stand table. “Then we will nap for twenty minutes.” Spencer nodded as she set an alarm before setting the phone back down on the table. She then laid her head back down on his chest and listened to his heartbeat slowly even out. Within about 2 minutes of setting the alarm, he was out like a light while she stared at their bedroom wall drawing lazy circles on his bare skin.

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September 2018

Bar Harbor Maine

Wendy woke up to sunlight streaming through cracked blinds, she reached across the bed hoping to find Peter but all she found was empty cold sheets. She sat up in bed rubbing her eyes confused as to where he went, he knew how she felt about waking up alone, the way it triggered something in her brain to panic and think that something terrible had happened. Wendy reached over on the nightstand to grab the alarm clock which read five in the morning. Nearly a year of living in Maine and she still wasn’t used to how early the sun rose here. She distinctly remembered someone telling her that Acadia National Park is the first place where sunlight hits each morning in the U.S. but she for the life of her could not remember who told her that.

“Peter!” She called out. Nothing. Wendy got out of bed grabbing her night robe from where it had been discarded before the events of the last night. She wrapped it tightly around herself before walking out into the living room to find Peter fast asleep on the couch. Although she was confused as to why he came out here, she decided it best not to wake him up. He looked so peaceful when he slept.

So instead she headed into their kitchen to make tea. She was ecstatic when Peter had returned home one night from a shopping trip with a kettle saying that she would no longer have to have the instant stuff, not that it was bad by any means, but it wasn’t what she was used to. After she got her cup of tea, she headed outside and sat down on the porch of their house overlooking the water.

It was starting to get cold here this time in Maine, the tourist town of Bar Harbor was slowly growing quieter and quieter which was nice. She had been downtown one time with Peter and the number of people roaming the streets made her so anxious that she begged Peter to take her home. It was strange to her that she no longer found comfort in mass crowds considering that for so long it was all she knew. But now she craves a small-town feel, somewhere where everyone knows everyone.

Wendy was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t hear the front door open until Peter was sitting down on the porch swing next to her. “What are you thinking about love?” He asks her to swing the swing back and forth.

“Nothing really.” She responded. “What time did you move to the couch and why?” She asked him looking over at him trying to read him as best as she could.

“I’m not sure, maybe two-ish?” He responded.

“Why?” She asked again.

“I had a nightmare.”

“Peter,” Wendy said, reaching for his hand which he let her take in hers. She gave it a reassuring squeeze. “You could’ve woke me up.” She continued “You help me with my nightmares it’s only fair I help you with yours”

“I don’t want to be a burden,” he responded.

“Well neither do I,” she said. “Please let me help you next time.”

“Okay.”

“Promise?”

“Yes.” He said leaning over to kiss her. “I love you.”

Wendy swallowed he hadn’t said that yet, neither one of them had. They were being careful to not jump into things too fast, at least that’s what she had told herself. Yet sitting here, his hand in hers, listening to the bird’s chirp and watching the sun slowly rise into the sky, something just felt so right. So without any hesitation, she responded, “I love you too.” The way his face lit up when she said the words confirmed that she had made the right choice.

“So I was thinking that since our anniversary is this weekend maybe today I can take you to the mall and you can get a new dress and we can go out to a nice dinner this weekend?”

“Like actually go out and sit down at a restaurant?” Wendy asked the excitement evident in her voice.

“Yeah” Peter responded but judging from the way he said that she could tell that he was kind of nervous about the idea. “I made our reservations at this steak house just a little outside of town but you have to dress formally and I realized that you don’t really have any formal clothes so we would have to go to the mall. And I could just do it myself but I thought that it might be a nice treat for you to pick out the dress yourself.”

“That sounds amazing Peter!” Wendy exclaimed hopping up off the swing. “Can we go now?” She asked already heading inside to change clothes.

"Woah,” Peter said laughing “it’s only six am they are not open yet.” Wendy nodded as she realized just how early it still was. “I was thinking we can go around eleven and then stop and grab lunch on the way back.”

“That sounds perfect,” Wendy said before kissing him again. “I really love you,” she said for the second time, still trying the words out.

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March 2017

Washington D.C.

(Y/N) sighed in the bathroom as she stared at the three negative pregnancy tests in front of her. When she bought them she thought that she would be relieved if they were negative. She and Spencer had never talked about having kids, at least not since being married. It was a conversation they had when they were dating and they both agreed that they wanted kids but the conversation had never really been brought up again. They certainly had not been trying to have kids right now and (Y/N) wasn’t 100 percent sure how he would react when she told him. That’s what she told herself at least as she stood in line at CVS and got a look from the older woman who checked her out. Twenty-five was not too young to be having a child, but according to most of her friends, she still looked twenty at the most.

But then she got home to their apartment where Spencer was sitting on the couch reading and the second that she walked in she wondered what she had been thinking. Of course, he would be thrilled if she told him she was pregnant. He would be over the moon. Just the other day (Y/N) had a conversation with his best friend JJ about how much he really wanted kids. It felt like a subtle nod on her part as she wanted Henry to have a cousin.

Here (Y/N) sat staring at the three pregnancy tests trying her hardest not to tear up. She did want this. She wanted them to be positive so badly. A soft knock on the bathroom door snapped her out of her trance and she remembered that her husband was still here and probably wondering why she had been in the bathroom for twenty minutes. “You okay (Y/N)?” He asked.

She swallowed thickly as the tears finally left her eyes she reached up and wiped them with her sleeve before responding “yeah. Yeah. I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” He questioned and this time she wasn’t able to suppress the sob that erupted from her throat. “Alright open the door Pipes” He commanded clearly concerned. She did as she was told and let him into the small bathroom. It didn’t take long for him to notice what was sitting on the counter. She watched his face grow ecstatic for a second before realizing what the results of the test were. “Oh, honey.” He whispered immediately, pulling her into a bear hug and running one hand through her hair while the other rubbed reassuringly on her back. “It’s okay.” He whispered to her over and over again.

“I’m sorry.” She said.

“What?” He asked, kind of flabbergasted. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” He said as he let her sob into his chest. “Honestly (Y/N) it’s okay. It just wasn’t meant to be yet.” He kissed the top of her head before leading her out of the bathroom and to the living room where the two of them sat down on the couch.

(Y/N) took a deep breath moving loose strands of her hair behind her ears. “I know that we haven’t been married for long and I know that we were both kinds of enjoying what we’ve got going on now but I really wanted those to be positive.” She said her voice was still kind of shaky.

Spencer smiled at her taking her hand into his as she laid her head on his shoulder. “I know.” He said. “I mean are you ready to start trying?” He asked sounding almost kind of nervous which if the circumstances had been different (Y/N) probably would’ve laughed about but instead, she just smiled.

“Kind of.” She said.

“Kind of?” He asked.

“I don’t know,” she responded. “I’m kind of scared”

“About what?” He asked her “You’ll be a great mother.”

“I’m worried that it won’t happen easily for us and then sex will become like some chore where we are only doing it when I’m ovulating and pretty soon it won’t even be enjoyable cause we will be so stressed about trying to convince and” (Y/N) stopped abruptly hiccuping as more sobs took over.

“Pips.” He whispered wrapping his arms around her again. “It’s all going to be okay. I promise. What if we just stop using protection and see what happens?” He asks.

“Like you won’t be keeping track of my ovulation.” She replies laughing slightly.

“I mean you’re right I probably will but it won’t be a concise effort and I won’t say a thing to you about it.” He said.

“Okay,” (Y/N) said taking a deep breath she wrapped her arm tighter around his torso appearing remarkably more calm then she did before. She reached for the remote and turned on Netflix before pulling up The Office, it wasn’t his cup of tea but he liked it because she liked it and he loved the sound of a laugh.

About ten minutes into the show (Y/N) had not laughed once he looked down to make sure that she wasn’t quietly crying again but found that her eyes were closed and she was fast asleep. He let the episode play in case she were to wake up and because the background noise was a nice distraction from his thoughts.

He had never seen his wife panic as she had twenty minutes earlier. He could tell that she was holding something back and as his brain began to go through all the things she might have been biting her tongue on he got more and more nervous. He wondered if she was terrified about the kind of genes he was going to be passing onto any future child of his. Sure there was the genius aspect which was great depending on which way you looked at it. But then there was also the fact that his child would be at a higher risk for schizophrenia as well as early-onset dementia, two things that absolutely scared him. And then there was the fact that he had no fucking idea what kind of genetics his father might have passed onto him that he could pass onto a child. Surly (Y/N) has thought about what he was going to be passing on and she had to be lying to herself if she said she wasn’t afraid of that. Which is why he came to the conclusion that she didn’t bring that up when she freaked out earlier. She didn’t know how to lie to him and say that it wasn’t a fear of hers.

Spencer took a deep breath and ran his hands through her hair looking down at her. She always looked so peaceful when she was asleep. He spent so many nights when they first started dating just watching her sleep wondering what she was dreaming about and if it was by any chance him. He sighed to himself turning off the tv and picking her up off the couch before carrying her to the bedroom where he gently put her down on the bed. He kicked off his clothes before crawling in next to her and wrapping his arms around her. In her sleep, she scooted closer to him locking their hands together.

He closed his eyes and tried to focus on the sound of even breathing. They would be okay. That’s what he told her earlier and he needed to believe it for himself. Maybe he could sign up to see a genetic counselor, someone who could give him some solid answers on what his child might be predisposed to and how likely they are of having it. As he closed his eyes he mentally made it a plan to try and get an appointment with someone. Maybe it was stupid to not tell her but he didn’t feel like there was any use telling (Y/N) yet. At least not until he knew for sure what he was looking at here. It would just cause her to worry more and the last thing he wants is for the worry more.

September 2018

Bar Harbor Maine

Wendy and Peter walked through the mall hand in hand, Peter occasionally giving her hand a gentle squeeze, she couldn’t tell if that was for her benefit or for his. Wendy smiled to herself at all the people in the mall living ordinary lives, kids running around in the indoor playground, couples walking down the corridors hand in hand, teenage girls gossiping as they swung their shopping bags. It’s been a long time since she felt comfortable being out and surrounded by people like she currently is. It was honestly hard to believe that she once roamed malls gossiping with her friends about the cute boy in the third period. It was only ten years ago that she was sixteen yet that felt like a lifetime ago. A lot can happen in ten years. If she could go back in time she would tell that girl to be careful who she trusts as even the boys that say they love you will eventually hurt you.

But that was neither here nor there Wendy thought to herself as Peter squeezed her hand again snapping her out of her trance. “Would you be okay going into Macy’s alone?” Peter asks her and automatically Wendy’s heart starts beating a little bit faster at the idea of being alone in a big store. “If not it’s totally okay, but I have a surprise for you later tonight and I need to go pick it up.” They stopped walking just outside Macy’s. “It’s okay Wendy. There is no way that he is going to be able to find you at some random mall in some random store all the way up in Maine. I promise that you’re safe I wouldn’t have even taken you out of the house if I thought otherwise.”

Wendy nodded at that knowing that Peter was right. The first couple of months they spent in Maine they hadn’t left the house at all. They were both so afraid that he would be able to find them, they had covered every trace but you could never be so sure. Peter was convinced for a while that he would find them, there was a while where even he wasn’t leaving the house so afraid that he would find them. Peter just kept talking about how he knows those kinds of guys and that they aren’t the type to just let go. Peter was even going as far as to order all their groceries online and have them left at the door with absolutely no contact. And while that worked for the first few months they eventually started going stir crazy, although Wendy still kind of is if she was being honest.

“Yeah,” she replied. “I can do that.” She said as Peter reached into his wallet to hand her a credit card. “Besides this will be more fun. Now you won’t have any idea what my dress looks like until we go to dinner and it will be a total surprise.”

“I can’t wait.” Peter replied giving her a quick kiss “text me when you’re done and I’ll let you know where I am.” He finished before he headed off in the opposite direction to get whatever her surprise was.

Wendy then turned and headed into Macy’s smiling as she enjoyed the company of just herself. She loved Peter to death but there were definitely days when she just needed some alone time. She would never admit it to him but she often enjoyed the days when he headed out to the grocery store without her. Then she could breathe and cry freely without someone standing over her telling her he isn’t worth her tears.

Wendy headed upstairs to the women’s department of the store to start browning through dresses. Peter had told her that she would need to be dressed fancy to get into this restaurant which meant that not only would she had to pick out a nice dress but she would also have to get herself another pair of high heels.

Wendy grabbed a few dresses off the racks before retreating to the dressing room. She hung all the dresses up before looking at herself in the mirror. She often tried to avoid her reflection at all costs as every time she looked in the mirror she was reminded of what he did to her. She took her shirt off followed by her pants trying to ignore the cigarette burn on her chest. That was the one that bothered her the most. Late at night she could still feel the cigarette burn and hear the sound it made as it was put out on her skin.

Wendy tore her eyes away from the burn before slipping on a green dress. She liked it on the hanger but something about the way it fit just didn’t look right. She picked up the next dress a pale yellow color that was tight in all the right places. She put the dress on zipping it in the back but immediately decided that she didn’t like the color. The pale color contrasted way too much with her Jett black hair. The last dress she tried on was a bright red dress with a dangerous slit up the side of it. She pulled it on and immediately knew that it was the one.

She quickly changed back into her own clothing putting the other two dresses back on the rack before heading out with the red one. She then headed down to the shoe section quickly picking out a pair of black stilettos. They were simple but the heel on them was tall enough that it would make her already long legs look extra stunning.

As she approached the checkout counter she pulled out her phone to see where Peter was at. All she had was a text from him saying that he had finished up and he asked her to meet him at the car. She sent him back a quick reply before the girl called her to the counter. Wendy exchanged pleasantries with her as she bought the dress and shoes. The girl then slapped both items into a large bag before telling Wendy to have a great day.

It didn’t take long for Wendy to make her way outside the cool September breeze making her shiver. As she made her way to Peter’s car she noticed him standing outside it holding something in his hands. As her eyes traveled downward she was shocked to see a little puppy connected to the leash. “Oh my gosh, you did not!” She all but shouted as she ran to him quickly closing the distance between them. “Thank you so much.” She whispered to him before leaning down to pet the puppy. “Hi, there buddy.” She said a huge smile on her face.

“I saw her the other day in the window at the puppy store and just knew that you would love her,” Peter said. “You can pick her name.” Peter continued “but we should get home.” Peter continued reaching down to take the puppy off the leash before handing her over to Wendy. Wendy gratefully accepted scoping the puppy into her arms before climbing into the passenger seat.

“She is so freaking cute!” Wendy exclaimed. “Thank you so much, Peter.” Peter smiled over at her from the driver seat before putting the car in drive and leaving the parking lot to head back home.

April 2017

Boise Idaho

“Thank you,” Spencer said into the phone. “I really appreciate it.” He added before hanging up. After he hung up he stared down at his phone trying to decide what to do now. A small smile graced his lips.

“You okay?” JJ asked him as she walked into the conference room that he had walked into to take the phone call. He looked up at her slightly startled as he had been so lost in his own thoughts. “Was that (Y/N)?”

“No.” He said. “It was the genetic counselor that I signed up to see.” He said honestly. It felt weird to be talking about this to JJ before he talked about it with his wife but maybe JJ could help him figure out how to tell (Y/N).

“Is everything alright?” She asked.

“Actually yes,” Spencer said, finally looking up from his phone that had long ago locked itself. When he looked at her he couldn’t help the wide smile that overtook his face. “The doctor said that the odds of me passing on schizophrenia or dementia were incredibly low.”

“Spence that’s incredible!” JJ said, now smiling just as wide as he was. “Oh, that must make (Y/N) so happy.”

“About that.” He said the smile only slightly faltered. “I haven’t told her about any of this. Like obviously she knows that it runs in my family but I didn’t tell her that I signed up for genetic counseling.”

“Why not?” JJ asked.

“I didn’t want her to worry,” he mumbled.

“Spence,” JJ said

“I know. I know. It was wrong of me to not tell her.” Spencer said.

“You should call her,” JJ said. “She deserves to know, especially knowing that it’s good news.” Spencer nodded knowing that she was right. “Does this mean that you two are going to start trying?” She asked, trying to hide the excitement in her voice but doing a really poor job.

“We agreed that we were going to just let things kind of happen naturally as of right now.” He said.

“I’m so happy for you,” JJ said, closing the distance between the two of them to give him a hug. For so long she had known that Spencer wanted to have children but now hearing that he and his wife were actually semi-trying she couldn’t help but be excited for her best friend. Just then the conference room doors opened and Rossi and Morgan walked in. JJ quickly let go of Spencer before turning to them to ask them if they found anything at the crime scene.

Spencer tried to listen as closely as he could but the only thing occupying his mind at the moment was what he was going to say to (Y/N). He had decided that he would call her later tonight in the hotel room. He would just tell her during the nightly conversations that the two of them always had.

Washington D.C.

(Y/N) was laying on the couch almost falling asleep to the same episode of Parks and Rec she had seen fifteen times when her phone rang. She glanced at the time noting that it was one am in the morning but only 11 at night out in Boise. She picked up the phone sliding it to accept the call. “Hey,s babe.” She said unable to stop the yawn that came out.

“Shit,” he said clearly realizing that he called her at one int he morning. “Did I wake you up?”

“Nope,” (Y/N) said. “I was just laying on the couch.”

“Don’t you have to teach tomorrow?” He asked before checking the date. “Nope sorry I forgot that you have this Friday off. Any big plans?”

“I think I’m going to go to lunch with Louise,” (Y/N) said. “There is some brewery that she really wants to take me to.”

“That sounds like fun,” Spencer said and she nodded before remembering that he couldn't actually see her nod. “Listen,” he said, the tone of his voice completely changing. “There is something we need to talk about.”

“Oh?” (Y/N) asked, concerned she sat upon their couch rubbing her eyes.

“So about a month ago when we had that conversation about like starting to try for a baby?” Spencer asked clearly, waiting for (Y/N) to say that she remembered that conversation as if there was a possibility that it had just slipped her mind.

“Yeah,” (Y/N) said.

“Well,” He continued dragging out his words. “I kind of started to panic that night thinking about what I would be passing down genetically. So I made an appointment the next day-”

“Wait.” (Y/N) said almost laughing “Is this about the genetic counselor?”

“Um yes?” Spencer said clearly confused, something that did not happen often, she can almost picture him now his face all scrunched up while he tried to work through what was going on. She found it adorable and was almost bummed she wasn’t there to see it. “How, how did you know?” He asks.

“Spencer.” She says. “You’re not exactly the most sneaky person.” She said laughing. “I knew that you were going to propose the exact day you bought the ring, it was so obvious that you were hiding something and the exact same thing happened right after that conversation. I didn’t know what it was you were hiding until the insurance bill showed up in the mail.”

“Ah,” Spencer said. “That makes sense.”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) said, laying back down on the couch pulling the blanket up around her and burying her face into his pillow that she had pulled from their bedroom. He had only been gone two days now yet it felt like much longer. “You know I don’t care right?” She asked him. “It does not matter one bit to me.”

“Well, it should.”

“Why would it?” (Y/N) asked. “I married you even though there is a small chance you may start to forget me years down the road.”

“I’m still not sure why you did that.”

“Because I love you idiot.” (Y/N) responded. “What did the doctor say?”

“Why?” Spencer asked teasingly. “I thought that it didn’t bother you?”

“Don’t make me fly all the way out to Idaho,” (Y/N) warned laughing too.

“She said there was a very small chance that I would pass either of them on,” Spencer said.

(Y/N) smiled into the phone. “See?” She asked. “Nothing to be worried about. How is the case going? AKA how long until you will be home?”

“It’s going good.” He said. “We are making pretty good progress. I think maybe by Sunday I’ll be home.”

“Ugh Spence that’s like two days from now,” (Y/N) whined. “I miss you.”

“I miss you more.” Spencer replied.

“I should probably let you,” (Y/N) said, glancing at the clock and realizing that it was nearly midnight out there. “You’ve got to get some sleep so that you can give it your all tomorrow and maybe be home by Saturday?” (Y/N) asked him, her voice hopeful.

“Maybe,” Spencer said. “I love you.” He said. “Have a good night.”

“I love you too,” (Y/N) said. “I’ll see you soon.” She hung up the phone sighing to herself as she grabbed everything off the couch and retreated towards their bedroom. She threw his pillow and her blanket down before heading into the bathroom to brush her teeth. Afterward, she went back out into their kitchen to shut off all the lights when she noticed an envelope that had slipped under the door at some point. She picked it up and noted the neat handwriting on the envelope that read Spencer’s name.

(Y/N) threw the envelope down on the counter leaving it for Spencer when he got back home. She then went back into their bedroom climbing into bed before turning off the lamp next to the bed. She sat there staring at the ceiling for a while before finally turning on her side, burying her face into his pillow pretending that he was there with her.

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September 2018

Bar Harbor, Maine

“Darling!” Peter called out from the living room of their house as he straightened his tie in the mirror hanging above the end table in the entryway. “Are you about ready?”

“Yes!” Wendy called back out as she opened up the bedroom door coming out wearing a stunning red dress.

“Wow,” Peter said. “You look amazing.” Wendy twirled once, radiating happiness. Peter laughed at his hands finding her waistline before leaning down to kiss her. “Absolutely stunning.” He whispered against her lips as she smiled. “Are you ready?” He asked. “I don’t want us to be late.”

Wendy nodded once before leaning down to kiss her new puppy goodbye. She then stood up taking Peter’s hand and letting him lead her out to the car. He opened her door for her like the gentlemen he was and she got in the car smoothing her dress over. The drive to the restaurant was relatively quiet as Wendy took in all the passing scenery of the little towns that they drove through.

“Where is this restaurant at?” Wendy asked after they had been driving for thirty minutes.

“It’s up in Bangor.” He responded. “There aren't’ really a lot of good steakhouses in Bar Harbor as it’s mostly just a tourist town but this one in Bangor is well worth the drive.”

Wendy nodded once. “Did you grow up in Bar Harbor?” She asked him, realizing that she really had no idea why he chose Maine to run away to. “Or in Maine?” She followed up.

“No.” Peter said kind of hesitation before he finished“I actually grew up in Nevada.” Wendy shuttered at that not wanting to remember the few times she had been to Nevada. “Reno.” He added. “But my dad owned a casino in Vegas. It’s a generational thing. His dad passed it onto him and eventually I will inherit it.” Wendy nodded. She knew Peter came from money but knew it made sense just how much money.

“My mom was from Maine.” Peter continued. “So we came up here quite a bit, her family was from Portland but my dad didn’t like Portland so instead he bought a lake house in Bar Harbor, the house that we are currently living in, and we kind of just made it our own.”

“I see,” Wendy said, reaching across the car to take Peter’s hand in hers. “I’m glad that you decided to share it with me.”

“Me too.” Peter replied as he pulled off the highway and navigated the streets of Bangor before pulling into a parking lot that was full of nice cars and people wearing similar style dresses as Wendys and full on suits like Peters.

Peter put the car in park, shutting off the car before quickly coming around to open Wendy’s door again. The two then made their way into the restaurant hand in hand. Inside Peter gave his name to the hostesses and the two of them were quickly seated in a booth in the back of the restaurant.

Wendy took her seat across from Peter noting the dim lighting and the candles that were lit on the table. “This is really nice.” She said as she grabbed a menu and started to flip through it deciding on what she would have. The waitress came over and dropped off a basket of bread which Wendy eargley took, splitting the roll in half and lathering it with butter. The waitress then took both of their drink orders before retreating back into the kitchen.

“So I think I picked a name for our puppy.” Wendy said. Peter had told her that it was up to her to pick a name for the little guy. She had been thinking about it all night and morning when it finally hit her what she wanted to name her. “I really like the name Cherry.”

“Cherry?” Peter asked, tilting his head side to side as if imagining the little puppy as ‘Cherry’. “I like it.” He said after a moment. “How’d you come up with it?”

“I don’t know.” Wendy lied slightly before decided to fuck it and just tell him the truth. “I just have this really strong memory of being a little girl and walking underneath all the cherry blossom trees and being so happy. I can’t explain it but those trees just give off this sort of feeling that I wish I could bottle up and take everywhere.” She rambled. “And it seemed especially fitting for her now because in Japan, where cherry blossoms are the national flower, they represent a renewal in hope which is what I feel sitting here with you right now.” Wendy finished.

“I love you so much dear.” Peter said, taking Wendy’s hand from across the table. “And I think the name Cherry is very fitting for her.” He said as the waitress came back with their drinks and to get their orders for dinner.

While they waited for their steaks the two of them fell into the natural rhythm of conversation that they always had. That’s what Wendy loved most about Peter, she loved how easy it was to be with him. There were never any moments where she didn’t know what to say, everything just came so naturally.

It didn’t take long for their steaks to be sat down in front of them and as soon as Wendy took a bite of the steak she knew exactly what Peter meant when he said that the hour drive was worth it. It was easily the best steak she had ever had. “This is amazing.” She said with a mouthful of food as she quickly brought her hand to cover her mouth realizing that it was not polite at all to speak with your mouth full of food.

“I know.” Peter said. “It is easily better than half the steaks I’ve had in New York from places that claim to have the best steak in the world.” The two of them then continued on with their small talk as Wendy waited for the opening she needed to bring up what she had been wanting to talk about since he let her go into Macy’s alone the other day.

“So listen.” She said and he looked up from his steak as he was able to hear the tone change in her voice. “I was thinking that maybe it would be nice, if I could um, have some more freedom now that it’s been a year.”

“More freedom?” Peter asked. “Wendy, you’re making it sound you’re a prisoner.”

“What?” Wendy asked. “No, I didn’t mean that at all. I just meant that it would be nice if I could start going places on my own every once in a while. Take the grocery store for instance, I could totally go there on my own. Or even the mall if I wanted to buy some more clothes.”

“I don’t know Wendy it just makes me -”

“Nervous.” Wendy finished for him. “I know. But it’s been a year Peter. He is not going to find us up here and I need to go back to living my life. I want this. I didn’t realize how much I missed it until I went into the store the other day. I did just fine on my own.”

“I know.” Peter responded. “I was really proud of you.”

“See?” Wendy asked. “You know that I can do this. Think about how much better our lives will be if we can start leaving the house like normal people. You can get a job since you don’t have to sit at home and make sure I’m safe all day. I could even get a part time job somewhere. I saw the other day in the newspaper a job listing for the library, I could do that.”

“Wendy.” He said softly pursing his lips together. “You can’t have a job.”

“Why not?”

“Because you don't have a social security number, it’s the same reason you can’t get a driver's license.”

“I have a social security number.” She responded before thinking and the look on his face reminded her exactly why her social security would do her no good.

“Okay well then I could still do small jobs, like I could look to see if there was anyone within walking distance that needed a nanny. Something under the table you know?”

“That could work.” Peter responded thinking for a moment before responding. “Actually that would probably be really good.”

Wendy broke out into a huge smile. “And leaving the house when i want?” She asked

“I’ll think about that one.” Peter responded. “I don’t love the idea of you just walking around everywhere but I also don’t love the idea of you driving without a license because if you get pulled over we are totally fucked.” Wendy nodded in agreement. “But I will think about the idea of letting you go more freely around. I think that you’re right. I don’t think that we have to be scared of him finding us anymore.”

“Yay!” Wendy started to shout but then remembered that they were in a very public space. “Thank you so much Peter.” She said. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”

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Have you ever seen a black rose? online only

Is your coffee machine plugged in right now? we don’t own one as we don’t drink coffee Do you write words on your knuckles? I tried few times for fun XD Have you ever been a SCUBA diver for Halloween? wtf Have you ever taken a picture of a sandwich? sure Have you ever seen elephant droppings? I haven’t Would you like to visit Play Dough Land? :o What’s your opinion on Katy Perry? copycat Who was your favorite character from the cartoon Recess? Spinelli, then Gretchen

Have you ever lost your parents in the grocery store? yeah, I still do and I hate that Have you drawn a star today? not today but when I was in hospital this week Are you older or younger than fifteen? much older If you can remember, what was the last thing that made you feel nostalgic? Recess being mentioned Are you the type of person who prefers to stay in or go out? stay in Do you plan on sleeping in tomorrow? yep Are you starting to realize anything? sigh... Would you live with someone without marrying them? why not Who was the last person you talked to in person? *mom enters my room*

Who were the last 3 males you talked to? dad and two doctors

If you have a pet, when did you last pet him/her? omg I realized I was so tired that I didn’t even say hello to my dog wtf... What genre is the song that you’re currently listening to? indiepop/electropop Does the person you love/like have a car? What colour is it? nope Have you ever received a compliment on anything you’re wearing? plenty of times Which word(s) do you generally use to describe someone attractive? (e.g. “fit”, “sexy” etc.) wow beautiful, pretty, attractive, cute, adorable, piękna, that she looks amazing/awesome/great, śliczna, urocza, słodka, cudowna...

*it reminds me of one very embarassing high school story: były wigilie klasowe i wyszliśmy rozbawieni z sali, a na korytarzu stała śliczna dziewczyna i na cały głos powiedziałam “ale laska” potem zorientowałam się co właśnie zrobiłam i robiąc facepalma wymaszerowałam ze szkoły, a za mną śmiejące się przyjaciółki, nie dały mi potem o tym długo zapomnieć, a E.W. nawet obczaiła kto to i próbowała się dowiedzieć, czy jest ona lesbą, ale okazało się, że ma chłopaka i demonstracyjnie całowała się z nim na moich oczach parę dni później Have you had any caffeinated beverages today? just water Have you eaten any chocolate today? What kind? I haven’t Name something you like, that starts with the letter ‘L’. lamps I’m not a moth tho :P When was the last time someone wanted you to do something, and you refused? not sure when was the last time and/or what it was about How many people have you hugged today? 2 Do you have a favourite hair colour or eye colour on your preferred sex? been really into very dark brown eyes and arm lenght or a bit shorter brown hair mostly like Rosa Salazar (latino and asian women) that’s why Sarah been so my type

but my biggest tumblr crush was Raquey Strange

and my youtube one - Rachel Maksy

*vintage ladies <3 The last song you listened to – does it remind you of anyone? it doesn’t remind me of anyone, it’s from K-12 album

What was the last compliment you received? mom complimented my hair today

Are you more prone to being the social butterfly, or the wallflower? wallflower

Would you rather go to a Katy Perry or Taylor Swift concert? none but Swift if I had to choose

What pattern do the sheets on your bed have? no pattern this time

What languages can you count to ten or higher in? englihs, polish, russian Where did you get the underwear you’re wearing? Auchan

Are you good in painting yopur nails with your left hand? not even with my right one lol Do you feel uncomfortable sharing drinks with other people? very Do you call any of your friends by their last name? that would be weird How long does it take you to get out of bed in the morning? long? Have either of your grandparents ever told you a sexual joke? I don’t recall Would you rather give up the computer or the TV? gave up TV Which room in your house tends to be the coldest in the winter time? bathroom Are you trying to grow out your hair? need to cut my hair but not bangs

How many times does the letter ’t’ occur in your full name? once

What brand is the shirt you’re wearing? I cut the tag but I believe I bought it in Sinsay First person you spoke to today? my mother Name of first boyfriend/girlfriend? dunno who to count First place you lived? same as currently Who was your 1st teacher? not counting pre school and Mrs. Alinka - my aunt Last person to call you? labor office Last song you heard? Melanie Martinez - Bombs on Monday Morning Last thing you bought? silver glittery ugg slippers :3 Where was your facebook display photo taken? hospital How many people have you kissed in the last 2 weeks? nobody What were you doing at 10 this morning? waking up Have you ever dated an Emily? umm... How many pairs of flip flops do you own? 0 What is the weather like right now? perfect - hot, zephyr, clouds :D why am I not outside?... Where was the last place you went that was more than 30 minutes away? mall Something you wear all the time that you’d feel naked without? panties, unless I’m sleeping

Do you live within an hour of the ocean? not even sea Do you ever do things even though you know you’ll regret it later? sometimes I might :( What are you currently sitting/laying on? my desk chair Have you ever dated a friend of one of your siblings? no but I had a crush on one of them for a moment What do you plan to be doing 2 hours from now? eating? Have you ever been a clown for Halloween? not Halloween What time did you go to bed last night? early and immediately fallen asleep which never happens to me but I was so exhausted that I was falling on my face while I was blow drying my hair When was the last time it rained? yesterday or day before Have you ever made yourself throw up? no way in hell When was the last time you went camping? middle school? Are you currently wearing anything orange? am not Do you know anyone who is a nurse? neighbor Would you prefer to own a lapdog or a bigger dog? lapdog Are you currently wearing any jewelry? nope Was any of it given to you? - What was the worst thing to happen to you today? health issues, annoying people, nothing new? Do you know anyone who plays guitar? I tried myself Did anyone tell you that you looked nice today? mentioned that in this survey so look above How many missed calls have you had today? two Did you graduate high school within the last 3 years? it’s been over 5 years If not, will you graduate within the next 3 years? not applicable as you can see Which is coming next: Christmas or your birthday? Christmas Do you have any money on yourself at the moment? mhm Do you sleep in the nude? nope Do you ever walk around the house naked if no one is home? neither What is your favorite way to spend a cool autumn night? sleeping duh! Where was the last place you slept other than your house? hospital Do you have any big plans for the weekend? work in progress, we’ll see, deciding How many relationships have you been in so far this year? like 1 Have you ever dated someone who had a child? pfft, I dislike kids so... Are you taller than 5'6"? I’m smol

When was the last time you saw someone you went to high school with?: this year

How long have your parents been together (or how long were they together, if they no longer are): 30+ years

How long would it take you to walk to the nearest store?: ~10 minutes

How old were you when you got your first smartphone?: 25 or something

Have you ever had a parrot sit on your shoulder?: monkey for a second

Has anyone in your life ever treated you abusively?: majority of society

Do you like The Rolling Stones?: prefer Depeche Mode

What’s something you’ve been struggling with lately?: life

How old were you in 1996? 4

How old will you be in 2026? won’t live that long but 34 What song is playing? Mosimann & MARUV - Mon Amour

Are you better at math or art? art Science or History? science, I’m bad at remembering dates and names

Where did you go to pre-school, if you went at all? my town

Have you ever dated someone & then dated their sibling? I wouldn’t be able to do such a thing What do you think of the 1980’s? cool :) Is their anything living (plant, animal, etc) in your room right now? me and plants How old is the cellphone you have right now? couple years old What are your initials, using the last letter of each of your names? AA as I’m a woman - dodaj jedno A i będziemy anonimowymi alkoholikami

Are both your parents still living? they are Can you do a handstand? used to Is it after 11am? it’s almost 5 pm What’s the longest time you’ve ever spent on the phone? talking or doing other stuff? How many pairs of brown shoes do you own? do I even own any?... Are you on any prescribed medications? plan to be sadly Would you ever or do you have a nose piercing? doubt it, thought about septum as a teenager but no longer want it

How many days until Christmas? months Is your mom over 50? she is How old were you 7 years ago? 21 Do you know what ‘C'est la vie’ means? even tho I don’t know this language Are you wearing anything red? leggings Do you live in an apartment? house Do you wish on dandelions? I blow them but don’t wish on them Are you drinking anything right now? I’m going to About how tall is your father? taller than me Do you know anyone who has lived to be 100+? not personally Have you had your birthday yet this year? in February Do you read your horoscope on a regular basis? nah Do you like the color yellow? it’s one of my fav colors Are you an aunt or uncle? yes What is your hair like at the moment? fine What would you name be if your last name was the color of your shirt? Black If you could find out how you would die, would you want to know? yasss but what about date? Has anyone ever told you you should be a model? with my height? r u serious? Who is the artist/band you’re listening to at the moment? Boy Epic Is there a calendar in the room you’re in? pocket and poster type If you’re single, do you wish you were in a relationship? am in a relationship Were you born in the 1980’s? 90s What was your first favorite movie? animated Robin Hood with a fox and Jumanji also Goonies What was your first trip to the emergency room for? not counting being born too early - I was choking due to the fact I got wrong meds for my lungs, later I ended up in ER as an adult for stomachache (took me in an ambulance) Where was the first place you went today? store What was the first thing you thought about when you woke up? dream that I had Do you remember the first time you spent the night away from home? grandma’s apartment but not exact night as I was just a child What was the last movie you rented? I srsly can not remember Why did you last get angry? neighbor is mowing grass... every single day for whole day long How long ago was your last birthday? half year ago Do you enjoy helping people move or do you not like it? I’ve never helped anyone move

Have you been taking more or less surveys as of recently? less as I was absent

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