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blissfulparker · 4 years ago

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A Work in progress→T.H

Parings: Tom Holland x Actress!reader

Summary: when You and Tom both have each other as a celebrity crush, you two unknowingly take on the role of each other’s lovers in a new movie and are expected to make it real. When the director puts the two of you in a house for the weekend to get to know each other there is little more to rehearsing than just your lines.

Warnings: awkwardness in the first half, smut(oral female), sexual tension

A/n: this is based off of a blurb I did, where it was just from a physical affection prompt list that I went off on! I hope you guys enjoy 💗

Wc: 4k

Tom didn’t know why he was so nervous as he opened the large glass doors to the conference building. His palms were sweaty as he walked alone rather than with his brother and assistant Harry.

He loved working on new projects, new films, meeting new people but the scare of not knowing the new people made him nervous. At this point he normally would be able to get some sort of name, do some research on said person but this time they gave him nothing but a script.

The script was more of a love story. a serious role but one where he could be more seductive and serious, he could let go of the goofy teenager character he seemed to be stuck with.

His character, Jack, who would be the corrupt business man who falls for the one trying to bring down his company, the main female protagonist, Beth.

The meeting started at 10:00. Always being early he seemed to see someone else was too. You stand in front of the coffee machine, trying to get it to work as you waited for the meeting to start—or at least people to come in.

“Oi let me help you with that—“ he offers but a small Yelp comes from your mouth as you quickly turn around and hit your head against the British accented stranger.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry! You scared me half to death—“ you hold your head as you look up, a wave of heat washes over your body and you don’t know if it was just because you hit your head hard enough or if it was because you finally figured out who you were working with.

“I should’ve said something else first, I’m so sorry—“ fuck. He thinks as he looks at you. You who managed to make a way onto the list of celebrities he wants to work with. You who also made it on the list of celebrities he wants to date.

The fans knew quickly he had a tiny crush on you. As he once liked a fan edit of the two of you on the read carpet. He seemed to be one of the firsts to like your Instagram photos and even mentioning your name in an interview saying how pretty you were.

You were the same, with smaller fame of course. You along with half of the other population who enjoyed marvel movies and dorky characters, you fell in love with the curly haired British boy. Finding him extremely talented and a heartthrob of course, you quickly dreamt about working with him but laughed about it never coming true.

Now he was in front of you. His chin red from where your head collided with it and he only stares at you in response.

The awkward silence quickly filled as the two of you tried and laugh off the interaction.

“Tom—“

“(Y/n)—“ you both say your names at the same time. Him going in for a handshake and you going in for an awkward hug. The two of you stop and laugh it off before deciding a simple handshake was the way to go. You had never wanted to quit your entire career more than now.

“Oh! Perfect!” Finally as the tension was cut the director walked into the room. Two people followed behind and you took a deep breath already nervous for the new film and exactly what Toms role was. As far as you read, the main female character, who you were to be playing, had to be in lingerie a few times in front of the main male character. There were also sex scenes, plenty of kiss scenes and sexual tension. You were fit for the character but you were not fit for Tom. All your fantasies about him were just fantasies.

“I see the two of you have already met. But If not, (y/n) meet Tom, Tom meet (y/n) you two will be working together for the next few months as I’m sure you are aware of your roles. (Y/n) will be playing the lover and spy where Tom you will be playing the businessman. I’m sure we already know our positions…” the director starts and you swallow hard.

Tom doesn’t know if you’re looking or not to see the pink shade coming to his cheeks and making him hot. You were just an actress, he thought, an actress who just had to play the role. He was an actor as well, he reminds himself. A very good one for the fact so he didn't want to mess this up all because of one silly crush.

“We want to put you two in a house together.” The director claps his hands together making you nearly spit out the coffee you had in front of you. Tom's head snaps to look at you as you cough a bit trying to digest the words.

��You want us to live together?” Tom speaks for you it seems.

“We only want to see your chemistry! The fans, the academy, loves chemistry! Trust me, people will love the movie but they will not care if they see just two other actors acting to be in love. Not really caring you know? We want to see you guys build a bond, passion, some sort of love even if you lie to us about it to make it believable. Run through your lines, skinny dip with each other for all we care we just want to see passion!” You feel like his words are turning into a dream as he speaks. You feel your heart pounding at his words and try your hardest to keep your calm.

“And where will we be going?” You finally find the strength to speak. If it was anyone else you would not care, reminding yourself you are a good actress and have acted like you wanted to fuck a man you hate. But this was a man you actually wanted to fuck, a man you actually wanted real passion with.

“We rented you two a flat in spain,” he mentions, right, where you’ll be shooting, you think. “It’s only three days and if you want more we will give you more if you don’t we will let you free. Every expense is paid for, go to dinner, have wine, everything will be on the film. This is both of your chances at big awards this year. This is for you and for us.” You could almost feel Toms body heat as he was just as nervous as you, you didn’t know why though. He was the heartthrob, he was the actor that was wanted left and right, this was your big chance at a movie that can skyrocket your career.

The next hour feels torturous as all you could think about was what this house looked like for the two of you. Did it have two rooms? Two bathrooms? Why did your head hit his chin? Is there a bump? What if he hates you? What if he’s secretly seeing someone and just doesn’t want to announce it? All thoughts ran through your head as you had to make this your best acting gig yet. Except the most acting might be pretending not to love Tom the way you do.

Three days. That’s all it was. You would spend three days in whatever this house looked like and all you would have to do is pretend to get to know Tom. All while trying not to expose how much you truly like him.

There were rumors he had a crush on you, of course you saw the interview and noticed how he liked your pictures but you also knew his co-stars from Spider-Man so your thoughts were friendly.

Taking an Uber to the destination, you pull up to this beautiful Italian cottage. Gorgeous stone walls and large driveway, If there was one emotion to be real about this entire thing, it would be that you were spoiled with this house.

You were already nervous as people started to catch on through social media, his fans seeming to know his constant move now quickly knowing yours.

‘Stars (y/n) (y/l/n) and Tom Holland possibly take on a new film with one another: here’s what we know’

‘Why is Tom in Italy?’ ‘Is (y/n) in Italy?’ ‘Rumor is they are filming together soon’

Your heart rushed with comments you had read. Maybe this wasn’t for you, maybe you should stay with doing small movies where you were a side character or something simple. Keep the small amount of followers you had compared to Toms 40 million.

As you go up to knock on the door wondering if he’s already beat you to the place, the door opens and reveals the sight of Tom.

Another Yelp escapes your lips as you jump at Tom opening the door so quickly.

“If we’re living together I think you should hold off on scaring me.” You take a deep breath. His hair was wet, he was fresh out of a shower.

“Sorry darling! They told me your flight landed at 2:00 and well...it’s 2:00 so you aren’t supposed to be here until like 3:00.” He claims and you take a deep breath. Three days, you remind yourself, don’t mess it up.

“Oh…” you swallow.

“Not that I didn’t want to see you! It’s nice to see you again, you look really nice!” He says as you wear the sweats and the sweatshirt from the airport. “Let me help you with those.” He grabs your bags for you and you smile letting him take it. He leans in just close enough for you to smell the aftershave he put on, his muscles flex as he grabs your bags making this all the harder for you.

The night was young, fans already knew, this was your shot at making it big, Tom's shot of winning an Oscar, you two needed to work together. Pushing aside the worried one sided emotion and be able to make a movie that blows people away

“Have you ever done anything like this before?” You asked as you walked into the kitchen. It was now late, you were starving, you and Tom already getting to know each other but it was strange.

“No, I mean the most I’ve done for a chemistry read is take the person out to dinner.” He laughs a little and then runs a hand through his hair. “Speaking of dinner...should we grab something or make something. Unless you had plans of your own then that’s totally fine—“ he starts to ramble and you laugh.

“I cannot cook, so unless you can I prefer to pick something up.” You cut him off to make sure he doesn’t go on and on.

“Have you ever pizza from Italy before?” He asks and you lean against the counter.

“I’ve never been in Italy before.” You shrugged and he grew a smirk. He turns on his heels as if he already has an idea.

“Then I know a place.” He walks out of the room to grab his phone.

You feel your heart pounding as you check your phone. You made a mistake by opening your Twitter, 10k new followers, 50k mentions and plenty more all regarding Tom. You only hoped he wasn’t the type to use Twitter as it was flooded with people wanting you guys to be together.

Your mind swarms with the thought of your character again. Soon you’d have to stand in front of your celebrity crush, half naked, trying to seduce him. It was going to be more awkward if you guys were friends.

“Are you coming?” He calls out and you quickly shove your phone in your back pocket before grabbing your purse to go.

Three days and you feel like you’re already going to snap.

It was a lovely little place he brought you to. You didn’t know If he’d come to Italy often but he clearly knew a decent way around the city. The two of you sat in the corner of a dimly lit Italian restaurant, sharing pizza and feeling more comfortable with each other as the night went on. He was just another person, you thought, nothing to worry about.

“We didn’t order any wine.” You stop the server as he pours both you and Tom a glass. Tom already drunk off of the beer he had and you only enjoying his presence.

“Ah it’s on the house, such a lovely couple in such a lovely city! You two should have fun!” The server winks. You almost protest to stop him telling him that you and Tom were nearly just coworkers stuck in a house for three days.

But rather Tom thanks the server and takes the glass. Your heart pounding as you pick up the glass as well, the boys eyes already red from how much he’s had already and you can tell you have to take him home.

“You know I was nervous to be working with you.” He took a sip before setting it down. “When I saw you I was like ‘shit this is happening’ and freaked out.” He admitted and you try to hold back the butterflies in your stomach.

“You freaked out for working with me?” You swallowed and he nodded.

“Well look at you, you’re gorgeous! Anyone would be lucky to work with you, as your lover as well.” He falls back into the booth and stares at the décor on the ceiling.

“So you read all the scenes?” You ask and he nodded.

“Of course i did! I only improve when I feel like it.” He shrugs, taking another sip.

“You said you’re method too.” You remember from one interview you watched years ago. Your voice was more of a whisper, more to yourself but he grows a soft smirk as he turns his head to face you.

“So you watched my interviews.” He says feeling cocky. You roll your eyes taking another sip of wine yourself to hopefully drown out the embarrassment you just gave yourself.

“As if I don’t see you being the first to like my posts, Holland.” You avoid eye contact and rather look around the room but Tom only focuses on you.

When you catch his eyes they’re sober, this whole time he was telling stories in a drunken state and now he looks at you with glossy soft eyes as if he wants to hear more.

“So you see me liking your posts?” He teases and you finally look at him.

“I see everyone liking my posts. Why do you follow me?” You challenge and he holds back a smirk.

“You’re friends with Z, why do you follow me?” He asks back and you feel yourself straighten.

“Z is friends with a lot of people, I don’t see you following all of them?” You argue and he falls back into the booth again with a soft chuckle.

“So not only do you follow me but you stalk me?” He teases and you groan.

“Not what I meant.” You see how much wine you have left, not a lot as your nerves filled you and the wine didn’t calm you. “You liked a fan edit of us a year ago. We’ve never met until a few days ago.” You rest your head on your hand that props itself up against the table. That’s what makes him lose his game, he turns a light shade of red before quickly straightening himself up.

“You’re talented, why don’t we see more of you?” He asks about your roles.

“You’re about to see everything in a few days.” You mumble and he chokes on his wine.

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*Beth removes her robe in front of Jack, slowly stalking towards him wearing the tight black lingerie* *she crawls on top of his sleepy figure and points a gun*

It was embarrassing that such a scene turned him on after finding out who it was with. After finding out it was you, he read over every single sex scene, strip scene, makeout scene to make sure everything was real.

“Oh relax.” You hold back a smile. “You’re the Method actor, remember?” You tease. He leans forward, he’s not sure how he’s gotten so confident but he takes your glass and drinks from it before setting it down.

“Yeah, I am. We should rehearse some things, get more comfortable.” He suggests and you look at him up and down. His lips slightly stained reddish pink from the wine, his skin damp from how hot the room was, and he looked at you as if no one else was in the room.

“And where should we start?” You swallow, you can’t get shy now. You’ve dreamt about this moment and now it’s happening.

“Well, if we’re starting with their meeting, I think it would go something like this.” He leans in and places a soft kiss on your neck. You’re frozen as his lips are soft and warm, he pulls back and realizes what he’s done. His thoughts of you, his crush on you, the warm alcohol that ran through his blood all while being in Italy got the best of him.

“I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done—“ he started and you leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to kiss lips. His eyes go wide softly as if he was a school boy getting his first kiss.

“More wine?” The waiter comes back and Tom snaps out of it for a split second.

“We’ll take the check.”

Your hands tangled in with his messy hair, his shirt already off as he was warm from the summer heat Italy provided. His lips trail down from your lips to your neck as he plays with the strings of the summer dress you wore.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” His words mumbled into your chest as he lets the shoulders of your dress fall.

“Why? You want to admit you have a crush on me now?” you teased and when he looks up his eyes are darker. The sweet chocolate puppy dog eyes before now darkened as his lips were swollen and his face was hot. His hands rest at your hips with a tight grip as he wants more.

“You admitted to stalking my interviews and who i follow so i should be asking you that question.” he teased and you rolled your eyes. Your Only respond by pushing his head back into your chest where he planted soft kisses trailing down.

“So soft,” he takes off the bra you wore. Hes thought about this moment but would never admit it. Hes thought about how soft your skin is and how you looked under his touch with his head in between your legs—

“Do something tom.” you groan as he is on his knees for you. Your dress bunched at your waist, all exposed for him as he takes off the black lace underwear you wore under the dress.

“All for me?” he asks and your head hits the back of the wall, your hands go to his hair and he kisses gently at your thigh. “Say something, darling.” darling, you think about the way he says that word. The simple nickname that made you melt. Darling, that was going to be the death of you.

“Y-yes!” you find the words. “I-I don’t think this is apart of the script though.” You still try and be playful and just below your eyes you can see he has a playful and cocky smirk.

“This,” his thumb rubs at your clit as he looks up. His lips cherry red and his smirk is full view to you as he sees your eyes flutter shut as your head was thrown back. “This is where I improve.” he replaces his thumb with his tongue as he pumps his middle finger in and out of you. Your hands grip his hair as you moan his name, his name that you thought of so many times before this in your dreams.

Your knees go weak as his one hand pins your hips against the wall and his other fingers thrusted in and out of you while his tongue works at your clit.

“Tommy!” The nickname slipped, you didn’t mean it but you imagined it sometimes long before you met him and just had a crush.

“Huh darling? Like that? Want to cum?” His words horse and his accent thicker. “That’s right...” he almost laughs as he can see how much you’re whimpering. “Cum for me.”

You fall under his touch with soft moans leaving your lips. The wave of euphoria washes over you and you struggle to open back up your eyes and come back to reality.

He comes back up to face you, this time you have a thin layer of sweat over your forehead and your chest rises as you catch your breath. You take Tom's fingers and take them into your mouth. Acting as if it were him in your mouth you work your tongue around his finger before taking them out with a pop.

His eyes stare and he almost winces at how hard he is. How hard you've made him.

“This is going to be the best damn movie i've ever filmed.” he nearly whispers as you bite down on your lip before pulling him back into your lips.

This was going to be the best six months of your life.

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peterbishop · 5 years ago

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there’s no better love

“He’s such a Santiago,” Jake had remarked, watching Leo sit in the baby carrier strapped to his wife’s chest as her pen flitted across a piece of paper.

Amy looked down at her son; his eyelids began to droop. “Sleeping while doing paperwork? I think he’s all yours.”

(or, jake and amy and glimpses into parenthood)

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His world grows seven pounds heavier.

Yet, he has never felt lighter.

He looks down at the bundle of his arms and is met with blinking brown eyes, wide, so wide and like Amy's. Jake thinks he might drown, fall into the swirl of emotion that laps at his heart and floods his veins; he almost wouldn’t mind. It’s consuming, how he loves his son in a way that he did not know he could, uncurling in his chest with pleasant warmth.

Five tiny fingers curl around his thumb, and it’s as if they have already come to an agreement: I will never let you go. He brings his lips to his son’s dewy forehead, feels the brush of soft hair brush against his nose, and takes a steady breath. Outside of the room, the world hustles and bustles, the crash of life lived and life began. But in here, they are untouchable, held within their own universe, an orbit that has realigned within the past few hours; two planets become three.

Next to him, his wife gently sleeps. Her hair sprawls across white pillows, and she looks to be smiling, a content curve to her lips. He thinks, she has never looked more beautiful.

“You have the best mom in the world,” Jake whispers, half-wondering aloud. “And I’ll try to be the best dad, but your mom, bud? She’s already perfect.”

He watches Leo sleepily look up, eyelids threatening to slide shut, but the newborn tries to look at Jake. Jake knows the feeling: he’s not sure if he will ever be able to stop staring at his son, learn and remember the pinkness to his cheeks and golden hue to his eyes and the sweet, roundness of his face. He thinks he would never sleep again if it meant looking at his son, figuring out which feature belongs to Jake and which belongs to Amy. Perhaps, Leo’s hair will curl; perhaps, he’ll have his mother’s smile.

“We’ve wanted you for so long,” Jake continues to whisper. “And we couldn’t be happier that you’re here.”

Leo starts to doze off, lulled by his father’s gentle timbre. Jake continues to hold him just as tightly, amazed that he already feels so secure to his son, like a second home. “I can’t wait to teach you about Die Hard and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Only when you’re older though, because your mom will get mad at me if I show them to you when you’re still so little. And I like keeping her happy.”

He says, “And someday, we will go to the precinct. That’s where all your aunts and uncles are. They’re so excited to meet you. You’re already so loved, Leo.”

He hears Amy begin to softly stir. Jake turns to look at her, a quiet smile on his face and a content newborn in his arms, already so natural and at ease. Like it’s meant to be, like it was always supposed to be this way.

“What are you doing?” she murmurs.

He says, “Just talking to my son.”

ii.

The first day that Amy’s maternity leave ends, Jake gets the day off.

And Amy doesn’t mind it—no, in fact she welcomes it, still not truly ready to leave their little one at home with a sitter, even if it is her parents or Karen. She selfishly wants to keep Leo to herself, marvel at how quickly he seems to grow within just days and weeks. They’ve developed a tight-knit schedule, Leo and her, of when he wants to nap or feed or listen to Amy pour over casework that Jake sneaks home to her.

“He’s such a Santiago,” Jake had remarked, watching Leo sit in the baby carrier strapped to his wife’s chest as her pen flitted across a piece of paper.

Amy looked down at her son; his eyelids began to droop. “Sleeping while doing paperwork? I think he’s all yours.”

That morning, she feels tempted to leave Jake a laminated copy of her schedule, but Jake seems to read her mind: “We’re fine, babe. I’ll feed him at nine, put him down for a nap at one, read him a book at three—“

“Make sure you warm the bottle to—“

“98.6 degrees, I know.” His hand covers hers, giving it a light squeeze. “I’ll call you if I need anything. Which I won’t. Because I’m an amazing detective slash genius slash dad.”

Amy smiles at that, reveling in the confidence that Jake now carries when it comes to being a parent. At one point he was concerned, thought the Peralta genes destined him to fatherhood failure. Now, he glows, relishes the moments he gets with his son, and continues to be better and better.

He brushes a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Have a good day at work, honey. The squad missed having you around.”

And she does enjoy the day, falling back into the rhythm of being a sergeant and overseeing her beat cops. Perhaps, Charles fawns over her a bit too much, and Terry can’t stop asking about baby pictures, and even Rosa quietly asks how her godson is doing, but it feels good to put on the uniform again. It’s strange, she considers over lunch, how a mere few years ago, her life aligned solely with her work. Now, her two greatest loves reside in a Brooklyn apartment just a few blocks away.

She can’t help but glance over at the clock every few minutes, yearning for it to be six p.m. so she can gather her stuff and head home. 3:15, then 4:45, then 5:50. She jumps up at 5:55, quickly heading upstairs to grab her coffee mug she left to dry earlier (Jake kindly woke up before her just so he could make her a first day back to work breakfast).

Amy bumps into Holt, his expression unreadable. He says, “Heading out early, Santiago?”

She glances at her phone. 5:56 p.m. It’s so uncharacteristic of her, but she rambles, “It’s Jake’s first time being left alone with Leo, and I want to make sure everything is fine, and of course, they are. Jake is a perfectly competent father, and I trust him implicitly—we have a very modern marriage, Captain, and it’s not like I view Jake as a babysitter, he’s Leo’s dad and—“

Holt smiles. “You miss them.”

Amy slowly nods. “Yes… yes, I do.”

He gives her a look that’s almost fatherly, warm and proud. “Go home, Sergeant. I will see you tomorrow.”

She barely gets out a goodbye before spinning on her heels and heading for the elevator.

And when she gets home, unlocking their front door and kicking off her heels, Amy comes face to face with what she soon decides is her favorite sight: Jake dozed off on the couch with Leo tightly gathered in his father’s arms, tucking his small face into the dip of Jake’s chest. It amazes her how they seem to… fit. How being a father has always been a natural extension of Jake himself.

He likes to be goofy, laugh and make jokes. Place bets and tease his friends and always go for the last punchline.

But then, there’s also this, something serious and protective.

Amy feels it herself: his hand on the small of her back, calling her my wife with his sharp tongue, standing just close enough. She knows it’s futile to say she doesn’t need it; he does it anyway, a sixth sense per se. And when it comes to Leo, he holds on tighter, whispering soft reassurances and speaking of his son. My son, my son, my son.

She loves him for it. With every breath, she loves him.

It’s temping to take a picture of this serene moment, but she tries to remember it instead: Jake in his grey plaid shirt, Leo in his onesie with bear ears that Amy indulgently bought. It is easiness and deep affection, and Amy can’t help but press a kiss to Jake’s forehead. He smiles before he opens his eyes.

“Hey, babe,” he says. “Have a good day?”

“Mhmm.” Her thumb sweeps over Leo’s back. “But it’s even better now.”

“I did it,” he softly grins, nodding towards their son. “I was a good dad.”

“You always are,” she assures.

His eyes are warm, like sunlight on oak, when he looks at her, comforting and the feeling of coming home. “I love you,” he says simply.

“I know,” she smiles back.

To know and to love—how different can they really be?

iii.

They wake up to crying.

Jake mumbles, “It’s your turn.”

Amy elbows him in the side. “No, it’s your turn.”

“I got him last time.”

“I think I remember who got him last time—and it wasn’t me.”

“He’s going to want you to rock him.”

“He’s going to want you to sing to him.”

Jake’s eyes reluctantly open. He flops over to his other side and looks at Amy. “If you get up with me, I’ll massage your feet tomorrow evening.”

“Deal.”

They unceremoniously throw off their covers and pad over to the nursery. In the dark of the night, their alarm clocks softly glow with green numbers: 3:34 a.m. Jake lets out a groan; it doesn’t get any easier.

But when they walk into Leo’s room and look at him lying in his crib with his mused hair and ruddy cheeks, life has never felt clearer. Everything they do now, it goes back to him, their son. It still sometimes hits Jake all over again that they have a son: perfect and whole and the product of their undying love.

“Hey, baby,” Amy says softly, lifting Leo into her arms, “what’s going on?”

Leo’s eyes glaze with tears.

“Don’t you want to sleep, little man?” Jake holds Amy from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder and cupping the back of Leo’s head. “Or do you want daddy to sing a song?”

Amy side-eyes him. “You better not start rapping or that will rile him up.”

“Pssh, what. Rap? Rap? I wasn’t thinking of singing the 90′s classic Baby Got Back at all.”

“Of course not.” She fondly laughs. “You dad’s pretty silly, isn’t he?”

Leo lets out another whimper. Amy says, “It’s why I love him. He makes me laugh.”

Now, Jake’s grinning, adoring warmth settling across his chest. “Your mom’s just being nice, because she definitely wasn’t laughing at my amazing prank yesterday.”

She whisper-yells, looking up at her husband. “You can’t write stuff like that on sticky notes! It’s not my fault it fell out of my binder and Charles found it.”

“But the look on Charles’ face was priceless!”

“He almost had a heart attack, Jake.”

“I think we made his day.”

“He shouldn’t know we do… that.”

“He’s told me way worse things.”

“That’s because he’s Charles!”

They suddenly notice an absence of whimpering and look back down at their son, who has since fallen asleep, softly breathing and his hands curling into tiny fists.

“Did we just bicker our child to sleep?” Amy asks.

Jake laughs into her shoulder. “I think so.”

“Just wait till our friends hear about this.”

“Gina will say, ‘I’ve been falling asleep to your bickering for the past nine years.’”

Amy smiles. “She will.” Then, gazing down at their sleeping son, “I know I should put him down, but I don’t want to.”

“I know.”

“We’re so lucky, Jake.”

“We are.”

“All those months of trying—“

He finishes her sentence: “They were worth it.” He knows her so well; he always has.

Amy lightly presses her lips to Leo’s forehead. “Goodnight, Leo. We love you more than you’ll ever know.”

She gently places him down in his crib. Jake brushes his fingers against Leo’s shock of dark curls, trying to remember every second of this seemingly mundane moment; but it’s never mundane, it’s everything. Amy looks down at Leo, as if she wants to remember it all too. Jake wraps his arms around her waist and leans his chest against her back, pressing his lips into her hair.

And in the early morning hours, they forget to be tired; instead, they watch, they love.

#my writing #jake x amy #b99 #jake and amy are gonna be the cutest parents guys

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watchmegetobsessed · 5 years ago

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“Can I be the small spoon tonight?” (Grayson Dolan)

the goofy juice inspired me, don’t blame me

word count: 1.5 k

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“Thanks for taking care of me, babe,” Grayson sighs from the hospital bed as a nurse fixes his IV up. You smile down at him warmly.

“Of course.”

It’s been only four days since he had his nose surgery and everything was going fine until one morning he woke up and one side of his nose was swollen. The doctor said he needed surgery asap to fix it up so here you are, Grayson on a hospital bed once again about to be hit by the goofy juice. Lisa has already flown back home and Ethan would have had to cancel a meeting to take Grayson to the hospital, so you said you’ll be alright on your own, taking care of your goofy boyfriend once his nose is all tamped up again.

“Alright, you ready?” the doctor appears at his bed and Grayson nods his head before reaching for your hand.

“See you in a bit,” he smiles giving your hand a gentle squeeze before he gets pushed away on his bed.

The surgery doesn’t take longer than twenty minutes, you sit in the room patiently waiting and texting Lisa to update on him. When he returns his nose is covered with bandage, eyes closed, but clearly watery as his eyelashes stick to his skin wet.

“Ay! Here’s my girl!” he mumbles barely understandably as the nurses make sure everything is alright around his bed before leaving. Pulling a chair you sit beside him, gently taking his hand in your palms.

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

His head turns in your direction, but his eyes remain closed.

“I’m feelin’ the vibes. This stuff is awesome.”

You chuckle at him patting his hand. He is a dork without this juice, but with it he is just over the top, really. His hair is a mess, he didn’t blow-dry it in the morning knowing it’d be messed up anyway during his hospital visit and to be honest, you like floppy haired Grayson. He looks cozy and cuddly.

“Babe, you’re awesome,” he sighs, eyes open only a tiny bit.

“I am?” you grin at him and he nods.

“You are and I love you so fucking much.”

“Glad to know,” you chuckle, brushing his hair out of his forehead.

“No, I mean I love you. Like, a lot.”

“Grayson, I know you love me. I love you too, but we are kind of over these statements.”

You’ve been dating him for over two years now, he first said he loved you after just one month and not even one day went by without him telling you even if it was in only a text.

“I got the best girl,” he mumbles to the nurse who quickly changes his bandage on his nose. She smiles over at you knowingly.

“She does seem like a total win.”

“That’s exactly what she is. A win,” Grayson cheers, a tear rolls down his face and grabbing a tissue you dry his cheeks. “Babe, I want to cuddle you.”

“We can cuddle as much as you want when we get home.”

“Can I be the small spoon tonight?”

You can’t push your smile down as you look at your bulky, all muscle boyfriend, asking to be the small spoon in bed tonight. It’s the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen and if his face wasn’t all messed up and swollen you’d kiss him stupid.

“Of course you can,” you smile and he lets out a satisfied sigh.

“You know, I should get some of this juice every damn day. I feel so relaxed and warm.”

“I don’t think we could deal with extra goofy Grayson every day,” you caress his cheek and fix his blanket over him that he has been slowly kicking off of his body.

“I’d be funny tho. And wakening.”

“What do you mean by that?” you furrow your eyebrows at him.

“I’m having thoughts.” His wording makes you smile as you wait for him to elaborate on it. “You’re just way too good for me, I’m like shook that you’re still dating me.”

“Don’t be silly,” you giggle.

In half an hour he is all good to leave, with the help of the nurses you dressed him and pushed him out in a wheelchair. In the meanwhile he started rambling about butterflies, potatoes and birds being weird flying puffs. Sometimes you totally lost his trail of thoughts, more focused on getting him in the car safely, which was quite the challenge. He kept unbuckling himself the moment you were about to close the door on him. It took you five tries to finally make him stay.

“I need ice-cream,” he sighs, head resting against the window, eyes closed again. Stopping at a red light you reach over and fix his shirt that rode up on his torso after his impromptu dance-off he just had a few minutes ago.

“Hey, are you undressing me?” he questions, eyebrows knit together.

“I’m doing the opposite,” you sigh, but you can’t hold your smile back.

“Oh. What a bummer.”

“Oh my God,” you chuckle at him shaking your head. Unbelievable.

Arriving back to his house Ethan is already at the driveway, waiting to help you get him inside.

“Hey, it’s my bro!” Grayson cheers seeing his brother and Ethan just stands there next to the car, staring down at his messed up twin in the car, sliding lower and lower in the seat with each passing moment.

“He is such a mess,” Ethan chuckles and you agree.

Taking Grayson from both his sides you and Ethan support him inside, barely making it to his room since he keeps wanting to collapse and sit on the floor on the way. He says he needs to be grounded, joke of the decade.

“Oh this is my room!” Grayson states once he is finally lying on his bed.

“He looks like a huge baby,” Ethan shakes his head laughing at his brother.

“Alright, thanks for the help, I’ll take care of him from here,” you tell Ethan, but it’s for Grayson’s sake. You don’t want to give his brother more to joke about once Gray’s head clears out.

“You want some water, babe?” you ask pulling a blanket over him.

“Nah. Come spoon me. You said I can be the small spoon.”

“How do you remember that?” you chuckle sighing, but kicking your shoes off anyway to get into bed with him.

“I remember everything about you.” Nuzzling his head into the pillow he brings your arms around his waist as you cuddle him from the back. “Because I love you.”

“I love you too.” Pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder you make yourself comfortable and ready to take a nap with your little patient.

“But like,” he continues. “I love you so much, I could marry you right now.”

Your eyes pop open as you replay his words in your mind. Marriage only came up a handful of times since you started dating Grayson, you both agreed you don’t want to get married for at least a few years since both of you feel like it’s just too early for that. You felt like Grayson was also kind of anxious about it even though he said he can’t wait to have a family. It made you think that there might be something about you that’s making him afraid of marriage suddenly, but this statement is odd now.

“You could?” Lifting your head you wait for his answer and you almost start thinking he is asleep, but then he mumbles something under his breath. “What? I don’t understand what you’re saying, Gray.”

“I said,” he sighs, turning a bit so now you can see his face. “Of course I could, that’s all I want in life.”

“I thought you had doubts about marriage.”

It’s probably not your best idea to start a conversation like this with him in this state, but you’re too afraid to ask him when he is sober.

“Not about marriage,” be slurs, eyes still closed as he is now lying on his back. “I’m afraid I’m not the one for you.”

Your heart sinks, but it’s also a relief. You were so afraid he changed his mind about starting a family because he didn’t see it with you, but this just put everything into a whole new perspective.

“Gray,” you gently smile at him as he opens his eyes a bit. Cupping his cheek in your hand you lean down and peck his lips shortly. “I could marry you in a heartbeat.”

“So you don’t think I’m just the guy before the one?”

“No. You are the one,” you say and you really mean it.

You’ve been feeling like you found your final destination with Grayson for a long time. Everything changed in your eyes after you realized how different life is with the right person next to you.

A tear drop rolls down his cheek and you reach for a tissue from his nightstand.

“Babe,” he breathes out as you wipe his cheeks.

“Yeah?”

“It’s not from the tampon in my nose. I just really love you.”

“And I love you too,” you smile down at him kissing his forehead. “Now get some sleep, you need to clear your head out.”

“Okay,” he sighs, eyes closing again. “Damn this juice is the good stuff,” he mumbles making you laugh once more before he finally drifts off to sleep.

and one nice tag for the end: @justordinaryjen

#grayson #dolan #grayson dolan #dolan twins #grayson dolan imagine #grayson dolan imagines #grayson dolan fanfic #grayson dolan fanfiction #grayson dolan fanfics #grayson dolan oneshot #grayson dolan x reader #grayson dolan x y/n #grayson dolan x you

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izuocha-love · 5 years ago

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Hungry

Decided to write another Izuocha fic based on dumb stuff I was doing earlier. Got steamier than intended, and it’s cheesy lol

Deku catches Ochako doing stupid stuff

Ochako tossed and turned in her bed, wrapped up in the warmth her green comforter provided her.

She yawns, eyes peering open and staring up at her astronomy poster with an out of focus gaze.

She groggily reached over to her nightstand, fumbling around to grasp at her phone in the dark.

She felt something that matched its shape and took it from it's place.

Ochako flips it open, immediately regretting it as the light from her flip phone blinded her. She groans lightly, squinting at the phone to gain any sort of clarity.

"2:37AM"

As she grimaced at the early time, she felt her stomach grumble. She moved a hand over her stomach to silence it's complaints, flipping her phone closed and placing it back on the nightstand.

But her stomach wasn't having any of it.

She was so nice and cozy and warm. Why of all times did her body decide that now was the time she needed sustenance?

"But I don't wanna get upppp.." she mumbled to herself. Almost as if on queue, her stomach voiced another growl. Much louder than the previous times.

"Ugh, fine." She grumbled out, throwing her covers off of herself and planting her feet and standing up. Feeling her head dizzy at the quick action and attempting to stabilize herself.

Trudging over to the other side of her room, she flipped the light switch on. She opened her closet door, eyes scanning over the dry goods she kept to herself.

"Ramen sounds good, I guess." She said, grabbing one of the instant ramen bowls she'd bought at the convenience store a few days ago. She was accustomed to eating them often. They were tasty, quick and easy to make and most importantly, cheap.

She slipped on her house slippers and gently opened her door, careful not to wake any of her classmates. Normally, Aizawa would scold them for being out this early.

However, it was the weekend. They still needed to train and do their best, even on their days off. But Aizawa was more lax when classes weren't going to be held the next day.

She'd been caught more than a few times sneaking into the kitchen late at night. Aizawa was quite strict with curfew rules, so the few times he'd catch her sneaking in he would scold her for being up so late. The most he would let anyone do is grab something to drink and tell them to hurry back to bed.

But he definitely wouldn't mind if she got up to fix herself something to eat, right?

At least, that's what she hoped.

Ochako rounded the corner of the dorm hallway, peering left and right to make sure no one was in sight. She gently walked over to the elevator, pressing the 'up' button. Gently tapping her slippered foot as she awaited its arrival.

"I wonder if anyone else is up right now.." She pondered to herself. Surely, there had to be a few. If she had to make a guess, Tokoyami was definitely one of them. Possibly Jirou, maybe Shouji.

As gentle ding snapped her out of her thoughts, seeing that her metal carriage had arrived.

She walked forward, gently pressing the 'down' button. She leans back against the wall of the elevator, taking in the sounds of pulleys moving her toward her destination.

The door opens, and she peers out, searching for any sight of their teacher. Not seeing anyone, she tiptoes her way into the kitchen.

She flicks the lights on, a buzz resounding in the room. She walks toward the sink and tears the lid off her soon-to-be meal, filling it with water and throwing it into the microwave for three minutes.

She absentmindedly stares at her bowl, spinning around as more thoughts fill her mind. Feeling a little more awake now that she walked down here.

She closes her eyes, enjoying the silence in the dorm. She could swear she could make out the light sounds of a guitar strumming. Maybe Jirou was up, after all. "Maybe I'll pay her a visit if I can't get back to sleep tonight.." She says, to no one in particular.

Ochako stares up at the ceiling, leaning against the kitchen counter.

Her mind recalls the previous week and all the work they've done. They were practicing their basic forms as well as improving their quirks. Everyone was told to try to find a fighting style they felt worked well with their quirk. Some of the less combat-oriented students were a bit lost on what to do about their forms. She looked into other moves she could use to improve her technique, though she found the martial arts Gunhead taught her to be a good match for her.

Looking around the kitchen and making sure no one was around, she decided to practice her moves while waiting on her food.

She pivots her foot behind her, balling her fists together and gives the air a punch. The air whistling past her fist.

She punches the air once more, quickly holding her forearms together afterward to block.

Her mind quickly imagines up a pretend opponent, and she puts up a pretty good fight against them.

After about 20 seconds, she realizes how silly she must look. Practicing her form in the kitchen, in fuzzy pink pajama's close to 3 am. She giggles to herself, and gives the air another punch but in a much more comical manner.

She shuffles her feet around in a goofy manner, pretending to practice kung fu. She kicks high up into the air, mumbling a "wa-tah!"

Soon she's chopping the air in random places, mumbling a high-pitched "hi-ya!" each time she does so.

She continues to shuffle around, side chopping the air. Her movements completely devoid of any skill. She makes more little silly noises, completely lost in her own goofiness.

"Yeah, that's right. You better run away." She whispers out in a silly tone.

She pivots on one foot and turns around to chop another opponent.

She freezes, her eyes meeting a pair of emerald green ones a few feet in front of her.

Deku is standing a few feet away, hand covering his mouth in an attempt to stifle his laughter.

She's frozen in her goofy position, an awkward smile still plastered on her face. The microwave goes off with a resounding 'beep'.

Her face goes beet red, "H-how much did you see..?" She manages to squeak out.

He wheezes and bends over in laughter, unable to stifle it. She throws her hands up to her face, feeling the heat radiating off of it.

And also felt herself float up to the ceiling, wishing it didn't exist so she could float off into the stratosphere.

"Sorry, I came downstairs to grab a bottle of water, and happened to see you practicing your form." He says as he catches his breath. He couldn't help but watch his friend. She looked so determined and poised. Like she was ready to take on anyone. But then she started being silly, and he couldn't help the grin that spread across his face. She was being a goober in the kitchen at 3 am, how was he supposed to not laugh?

That, and...he couldn't help but admire how cute she looked.

Ignoring the heat flooding into his cheeks, he approaches her, reaching for her arm to pull her down from the ceiling.

"But I guess you're a kung-fu master now, huh?" He says, laughing heartily.

Ochako peers through her fingers to send him a glare, but is completely unable to in that moment.

He's looking up at her, laughing and smiling up at her. Giving her the purest, brightest smile she had ever seen.

She can't but love the sound of his laugh. Had she ever heard him laugh before..? She didn't think so.

Ochako feels him pulling her down, and she floats down awkwardly. Still in a daze, she can't look away from him. Wonder filling her doey eyes as his own finally open to meet hers.

It feels like everything slows down for a moment. A comforting warmth spreads through her as she peers into his eyes.

Why cant she look away? Not that she wanted to. She could stay here forever and swim in the sea of emerald that was his eyes.

Izuku had stopped laughing as he noticed her looking into his eyes. He's completely mesmerized by her.

She's floating above him upside down, at face level with him. Her deep brown eyes are boring into his soul, looking at him with wonder.

He feels himself become lost in them. Lost in her.

Her chestnut brown hair floats gently around her face, locks of it rippling through the air.

"She's so beautiful.." He hears himself think. Subsequently snapping him out of his daze just enough to realize what was happening.

Her face was just a little too close to his own.

"U-Uraraka..?" He stutters out, his face crimson.

"..Huh..?" She says dreamily, her dazed eyes beginning to fill with clarity.

Oh. OH. Right.

"R-Release.." She says as she spins back into place, her feet falling to the floor once more.

Both of them stand there for a moment, completely silent and red all over.

"Ur....Ur-Uraraka..?" Izuku starts, unsure if he should speak at all with how bad he's stuttering. He clears his throat in an attempt to quell his own nervousness. "Was there..something you wanted to ask me..?"

"Huh..?" She says, glancing over to him. He's looking down at the floor, with a hand on the back of his neck.

Oh..right. She did look pretty deep into his soul just a moment ago. In that moment, it probably did look like she wanted to ask him something.

"Oh, no actually. You just caught me off guard a little." Ochako says, twiddling her thumbs.

Izuku turns to look at her, an eyebrow cocked upwards in confusion. "What do you mean..?"

She walks off to the side a bit, opening the microwave and getting her bowl before her food gets too cold.

"I think..that was the first time I've ever heard you laugh." She says, closing the microwave door with her elbow. If she was honest with herself, she never wanted to quit hearing that laugh.

"R-really?" Izuku says, his head tilted to the side a bit. His face had a hint of surprise written on it.

Sure, he wasn't as silly as the others had been. But had she really never heard him laugh before?

Mirio was right. He did need to learn how to have a sense of humor.

"Yup..It stunned me a little" Ochako said with a nervous giggle, not daring to look into his eyes. "Besides, it was really cute!" She said, beaming at him with a grin full of sunshine.

Izuku could've died just then. His heart was beating so fast he feared going into cardiac arrest.

"Cute. CUTE. Him?!? She called him CUTE?!?" Deku screamed internally, stuttering complete nonsense and fidgeting. His skin feeling so hot it could rival Todoroki's flame. His mind too far gone to understand she only called his laugh cute.

Ochako watched him fall apart with a grin. She loved making him nervous and teasing him. It was just too easy.

"Well then," She says, resuming her silly stance in crane formation. "You wanna take me on?" She asks, giving a playful jab to his gut.

He stumbles back and out of his stupor, giggling a bit at her playful gesture. "Oh, it's on." He says with whimsical determination, taking on a silly stance of his own.

What ensued was a series of goofy slap fighting and stupid cheesy 'karate' sounds.

She starts giggling uncontrollably through the entire thing, and he's beaming at her. Her laugh was something he never wanted to stop hearing.

She manages to get behind him and put him in an arm hold. Causing him to lean back into her shoulder.

He can feel her soft cheek against his, and he feels like he could stay in that arm hold forever. Was he dead? Was he in heaven? He sure hoped so.

They stay like that for a few seconds. Izuku's body relaxes against her and she becomes quite aware of their position when he does.

She loosens her hold on him, just enough for him to break free and knock her off her feet by swinging his leg just hard enough behind her knees. Catching her before she has the chance to hit the ground.

"I win." He says with a cheeky grin, before opening his eyes.

They both light up crimson for the hundredth time that night. Izuku audibly gulps at the sight before him.

He's holding her, standing above her and slightly crouched down. One hand on the back of her head, nested in her unbelievably soft hair. The other on the small of her back.

"D-Deku-Kun..?" She says in a light whisper. She's mystified at the feeling of being in his arms. The warmth of his hands on her, and his eyes looking into her own. Clearly filled with surprise, but there's something else there she continues to search for.

Without thinking, he leans down ever so slightly more to hear her. His eyes land on her lips once the whispered words leave them. "Y-Yeah..?" He stutters out, his voice cracking a bit. He's lost once more in his beautiful friend resting in his arms.

Ochako continues to stare into his eyes, searching for an answer. An answer to all of her questions about him.

Was this wrong, what they were doing?

Was it longing she saw in his deep green eyes?

How is she supposed to keep her feelings for him hidden when he's holding her and looking at her like this?

Izuku looks on into her eyes, seeing them shift down as if she's in deep thought. He begins to feel a little worried until her eyes fully meet his again.

"H-Have I ever told you.." She says, raising a hand up to cup his face, careful not to make him float. She places her other hand on the curve of his neck. His eyes soften that much more when she does. "-That your eyes are beautiful..?" She finishes, watching his eyes widen.

Izuku feels a surge of confidence, deciding to lean closer to her. His forehead meeting her own. She inhales sharply at the feeling. She felt like she was floating in a sea of warmth and love. She moves a hand into his hair and pulls him slightly closer, their noses brushing.

"Have I ever told you that you're beautiful?" He says, not missing a beat. His voice sends shivers down her spine. He was a completely different person apart from the flustered Deku she saw a few moments ago. His eyes are hazed over with a look of wanting, and need.

In that moment, she couldn't stand hiding her feelings for him anymore. She needed to feel his lips against hers.

She leans up just slightly, her lips brushing gently against his. He let out a low groan at the feeling. He couldn't think anymore, his mind blanked entirely upon feeling her lips just barely graze his.

"Have I ever told you that I love you?"

She whispered against his lips.

And that did it in for him.

He pressed his lips into hers fully, both mewling in mutual pleasure. Both of their lips warm and wet. The sound of moans and lips meeting and separating bounced off the walls of the once empty kitchen. He presses her against the kitchen counter, running his tongue against her bottom lip. Barely feeling her own touch his. They melted into each other, her hands dug into his fluffy dark green hair. Their kiss becoming more heated as the seconds pass by. Izuku widens their kiss so their tongues can meet, writhing against each other in a passionate dance.

They kissed for what felt like hours, but it lasted only a few minutes.

Izuku is the first to pull away, he places both palms on her cheeks, running his thumb across the tears that ran down them.

"I love you, Ochako." He says, with a smile filled with adoration. He hid his feelings for his best friend for so long, pushing them down as a means to keep focusing on working towards being the symbol of peace.

They leaned against each other, holding each other and staring into each others eyes. Swaying back and forth slowly to the sound of silence. Nothing could ruin this night for them.

"Ahem."

Both of them jumped, being knocked out of their dreamland. They separated a bit to see who was standing behind them.

Shit.

Aizawa was standing there, his eyes glowing a deep red. "Both of you." He began, annoyance clear in his voice. "Are coming with me." He says, annoyance prevalent in his deep voice.

They both know what's coming.

Aizawa takes hold of his scarf and grabs both of them, dragging them down the hall on the way to his office.

Both of them are dying of utter embarrassment, stained red as their classmate's file out of their rooms one by one to see what's going on.

They're both given a week of house arrest, plus being tasked with cleaning the outer grounds of their dormitory. Ochako's ramen went cold that night, and neither one of them slept.

As both of them sweat from the amount of work they've been tasked, they can't help but feel left out of the loop from the rest of their class.

It sucks, but they didn't regret it.

#izuocha #izuku x Ochako #deku x ochako #dekuchako #ochako x deku #deku x uraraka

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acciophile · 6 years ago

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Best Mistake

Title : Best Mistake Pairing : George Weasley x Reader || Fred Weasley x Reader Word Count : 2,061 Writer : JW. Notes : I’m just gonna ask this ahead, should I make part II?

It has been almost a year since the most devastating war the Wizarding World has ever known for happened. The crumbles of life that were once shattered on the ground are now collating back in a painfully slow pace. Still, it’s better than nothing.

Suppose, one would need some time to recover, too.

You pull down the blinds and turn the welcome board aside. Calling it a day as you pile back the chairs to its tables. The cafe’s all you have left now. With your family gone from the battle, the only anchor to keep you sane would be this business your parents indirectly passed on to you.

“My apologise, but we’re not seeing any—,” you say as you hear the doorbell rang, frozen as you face the person “Guests,”

He flashes a weak smile. The same disheveled hair, couple eye bags and frowzy outfit. Reckon some things are just never meant to change, ever.

“Ron,”

“It’s been a while, ___,” he greets softly, looking rather glad to see you yet something in his eyes tells you something rather implicit “How have you been?”

“I-I’ve been well,” you say with a little stutter, still not believing your eyes from the sudden visit of an old friend “Have a seat, please,”

The cafe never felt much alive ever-since you step in behind the wheel. No matter how busy it gets, how many costumers, how crowded the place gets, it just never feels the same. There’s still an invicible hollow somewhere in the set that you just can’t seem to load.

Just when you thought it can’t be much colder than this, it did.

“How’s Hermione?”

“Right as rain, she is,” he answers after taking a sip of the hot coco “She’s been visiting The Burrow even more frequent now. It’s like there’s no pause for her rants, really,”

“You love her nonetheless,”

“I love her nonetheless,” he repeats shyly with a light tint of blush “Perhaps I could use another nagging woman in my life other than Mum,”

You chuckle lightly.

“George misses you, you know,”

The light turns dim once more.

“He’s been wondering about your being all this time,” Ron says carefully, noticing the sudden change of your facial expression “You left right after the war. No owls, no words. My brother’s demented without you,”

“Ron—,”

“I know you lost your family in the battle, ___. But you’re not the only one with an open wound. George’s lost Fred. He lost his other half. You were the only thing he could ask for support for. Don’t you think you should pay him a visit sometime in a while?”

You stay silent, circling your mug as you try to think it through.

“You don’t know how hard it is to watch George every morning, wandering aloud if you’ve also departed from the war like Fred. He always argue with the fact that your body’s unfound, but— Sometimes the thought wouldn’t suffice. The nightmare’s just too daunting for him,”

Silence.

“You have to let him know you’re still alive, ___,”

“No,” you say fast, standing from your seat in reflex “I-I can’t, Ron. I’m not ready yet,”

“How much longer should my brother wait, ___? It’s been almost a year,”

“I just—,”

“All I’m asking is for you to let him know your being,” he says fast, coming to you as he holds your shoulder “Please, do my family a favour, ___. He’s been a human with no soul for an awful period of time,”

You try to fight the tears that are forming on your eyes as you locking your eyes to Ron’s eyes. The plea on his orbs were screaming for your help. A help that a broken soul in doubt could provide for.

“I’ll think about it,”

You let out a nervous sigh as you arrived at your apparated destination. The grip on your small purse tightened as you take a few steps closer to the store. The store that once were the only beating heart of Diagon Alley is now as dim as the light in your life.

It hurts to know that you’re partly in fault for it.

Arriving at its front door, you open it ever so carefully as if it was as fragile as your broken heart. Coming to the store, as ironic as it is, in a way feels like entering the soul you tried to steer clear of.There would be no coming back to what you’re approaching to and you can’t ignore the loud thumping of your heart over it. Yet in a way, you know that this is the right thing to do.

“George?”

“I’m sorry but the store is—,” he appears from behind the stairs, looking rather rumpled as if he hasn’t taken nap in years “Closed,”

“I-I was wondering if I could get some pucking pastiles,” you say nervously with a mere smile “I notice the blinds are down but— I’m willing to pay twice the price,”

Without a word, he storms to you for a hug. The embrace feels as if it could tie all your broken pieces together, just the right thing you’ve been longing for all these times. His body heat, his protective arms, hell— just the smell of his scent feels like it brought you back to life, awaken your long asleep soul back.

“You’re alive,”

“I’m alive,”

“You’re here,”

You laugh softly, “I’m here,”

“You’re alive,”

Your hands eventually find their way to return the hug. The least you could do is to try and glue back the shattered pieces of his soul. You could only hope that your hug would do just the same magic as his.

“I can’t believe you’re here,”

You reply with a smile, taking a sip of your hot tea.

“I’m just so glad that you’re alive,”

“George,” you call his name, feeling like it’s time for him to know the truth “I’m really sorry but— When the battle was over, I didn’t come and see you because I thought— I was wounded. I lost everyone and—,”

“it’s fine, ___. We were all wounded,” he replies with a bitter smile “I thought I’ve lost you too,”

You could see the pain he’s been trying to live out of. It was evident from the thick dark undereye and how gloomy his face is. His smile doesn’t even reach his eyes, they don’t show the wrinkles you love seeing. His voice sounds so fragile like speaking actually hurts his body.

The shop looks very dusty and dark. It might be the only shop left in Diagon Alley that hasn’t been open yet. Everyone is already on their journey to raise back from the devastation the war brought. But it’s no race. Everyone has their own recovery time.

“Do you think we can ever get over it?” you ask, staring at a picture of the Weasley twins “Do you think we can live with his ghost?”

George forces a smile, “He loves you. I don’t think he would want to see you broken for a long time,”

“He loves you, too. You’re his twin,” you say “Fred would hate to see you crushed like this. He’d hate to see you bitter like this,”

“He would, wouldn’t he,” George smiles to himself before coming closer to you, holding your hand “I guess we’d just have to keep living for him, then,”

It has only been 2 days since the reopening of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes yet the both of you had felt like you’ve been working for years with no rest. Children and pretty much everyone are welcoming the trick shop as it is the best gate-away to avert their minds from the pain. What could be better than Weasley’s little prank tricks, right?

You have been living in the shop, along with George, for a few months now. The both of you figured it would be best to keep each other close in order to find the will to move on. It was hard at first, seeing the resemblance of your passed boyfriend in George, yet it gave you all the more motivation, feeling like you didn’t lost him at all. Like you didn’t lost Fred at all.

George had made you feel comfortable under your own skin after the long period of sorrowful grieve. He’d treat you warmly, acting like the very friend you need. Sometimes you’d even feel too comfortable with his companies that the thought of Fred would fade in your mind.

“Cheers,” George says, lifting a glass of wine. The two of you are celebrating for the successful start of new life “For good life ahead,”

You smile, “For good life ahead,”

The shop becomes so quiet after all the chaos the day had brought. Ron had excused himself, saying that Hermione needs some assistance with their newborn baby. Sometimes it feels like the shop is too enormous for only two people living in it.

“Alright, we can’t have too much of this. Tomorrow would require another hard work, we need to rest,” George says as he places the wine bottle away “I’ll clean the dishes,”

Following George to the kitchen, you can’t help but to wonder how your life would’ve been if Fred was still here. You two would be living together, probably having your first child by now. He’d always talk about how he’d marry you after the war after all. You both were one of those conventional couples. Your ideas of happy ending would be marrying Fred and to have happy little red heads running around the backyard of your petite house.

You were drowned in your fantasy that you didn’t notice bumping into a plate. The loud sound of shattered glass snapped you like a lightning bolt, “Bloody hell,”

“Hey, I’ll clean it,” George comes fast, squatting down to help pick up the pieces “Are you hurt? Did it cut you anywhere?”

“I’m fine,” you chuckle softly at your silliness “Somethings just stay that way forever, don’t it? Me and my recklessness,”

George didn’t response. He kept silent. Something that he’d never done before— Not giving out childish goofy comments to your actions.

When you turn your face up, you notice how close his face was to yours. The dimmed light from the fireplace lit his face, highlighting his facial features. His deep brown eyes are burning through your soul. His intense gazed made you flushed. The inside of you is turning upside down from the warmth of his breath.

This is not right.

Softly, George leans in and seals your lips with his. He was gentle but bold at the same time. Like he fear to scare you but still wanting to give a statement. The kiss was very velvety, delightful. So sweet it would give you diabetes.

“Fuck,” he curses as he pulls away “I shouldn’t have done that,”

The sudden change of his action and voice surprised you. He’s right, he shouldn’t have done that. But there really is no reason to overreact. You both were just too drowned in the moment.

Right..?

“I’m sorry, that was a mistake,” he sates, running his hands through his hair in despair “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry. I just— I’m sorry,”

His tone changes fast to wrath and despair. Never in your life time had you seen him in this state. George wasn’t one to burst out and spat all dirty words in anger. But it is what you’re witnessing right now and you have no idea how to calm him.

“George, it’s okay,” you try to calm him, afraid to say wrong words “It was a mistake, it’s alright,”

“No it’s not! It’s not alright! I kissed you, ___!”

“I know, but it’s okay, we didn’t really mean it. It’s alright,”

He shook his head, “It was a mistake. Having you here is a mistake,”

You were taken aback. How is it your fault now? You both settled to live in together to help each other move on. Hell, he was the one to beg for you to move in. And you were sure it wasn’t you who leaned in for a kiss. How is this your fault in anyway?

“It’s not right,” George says once more “I shouldn’t have done that,”

And with that, he stormed out of the room.

#George weasley #George x reader #George Weasley x reader #george #George Weasley imagine #George Weasley scenario #George Weasley fanfic #George Weasley fanfiction #George Weasley oneshot #George Weasley drabble #fred weasley #fred x reader #fred Weasley x reader #fred Weasley imagine #fred Weasley scenario #fred Weasley fanfic #fred Weasley fanfiction #fred Weasley oneshot #fred Weasley drabble

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oveliagirlhaditright · 5 years ago

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Shrinking Violet

Summary: The first SoKai story I wrote after beating Kingdom Hearts III, where Sora doesn't fade away and everything is happy. And Sora and Kairi are officially together... but still super innocent and not thinking about anything sexual at all and are fine just holding hands and stuff, and figuring out how to balance this new relationship with everything else in their lives now.

Kairi's PoV

Sora squeezed Kairi's hand tighter—as the two of them sat on the paopu tree, and breathed a long sigh of relief after the awful adventure they'd just been on.

Kairi hated that she'd once again been used to hurt Sora... That that man from her nightmares—because of the experiments he'd performed on her when she was a child, before throwing her into space—had killed her twice, and then Sora had nearly died trying to save her.

It made Kairi sick to her stomach, that she'd told Sora he was safe with her—and he had been once (him, and the others through their connection), as she'd kept his existence from fading away completely—and yet it had all still ended up this way.

She knew Sora didn't care in the slightest, or her friends… that they were just happy to have her back, to have them both back, and that's what Kairi tried to focus on now.

Right now, Kairi saw Roxas and Xion debating with Lea and Isa on whether or not sea salt ice cream that fell into the sand was still good... She noticed Pence inspecting Donald's perfect mud castle, that the duck had just erected, as he tried to decide if the mud on Destiny Islands with a Wonder in and of itself. And she caught Riku watching Naminé drawing a hat into her sketchbook, and trying to magically get it appear to protect her hair from the wind.

Kairi smiled at all these displays—and even more that were still going on—and was about to ask Sora if he wanted to go down there where they were at, and swim in the water.

Usually, Kairi avoided the water. But she thought there was enough reason to celebrate today, that she wouldn't really mind getting salt water in her eyes.

But before she could even dream of uttering the words, Sora completely caught the redhead off-guard: "I love you, Kairi."

And she was so much in shock by this confession, that she almost fell backwards onto the island behind her.

And the part of the princess' brain that wasn't reeling, wondered if this was how Sora had felt when she'd sprung the paopu thing on him so suddenly.

"…Sora, I love you, too. Of course I do." But Kairi's words were a lot more calculated than Sora's had been, and she was ashamed for it.

For Kairi knew that she and Sora were in love... but he had a tone to his words, that almost seemed to hint of marriage. And Kairi wasn't quite sure they were ready for even a promise ring yet. They were still only fifteen.

But Sora had changed… and become a bit more desperate with his feelings for her after she'd died that second time—and even a bit before that—Kairi could tell.

And if Kairi was being honest with herself... So had her own feelings become much more desperate, when she hadn't been able to sense him after the Demon Tide and had hoped against hope that her greatest of loves was alright.

Just imagining again, what it had been like without Sora in that moment—and without Riku, Lea, Donald, Goofy, Aqua, and everyone else... but Sora in particular—was nearly enough to make Kairi blackout.

So overcome with her own need now, Kairi reached her hand out and held Sora's face in between her palms.

And then—much more slowly and gently than she'd moved to get here—Kairi placed her lips to Sora's, and let her mouth dance with his as if it was their last night on Earth.

It wasn't a perfect kiss—it wouldn't be, as no one's first one was—as Kairi bumped Sora's nose a few times; and Sora moved away from her whenever he though Kairi's face against the stubble on his chin: clearly thinking it was hurting her—but it was theirs, and that's what made it superb.

And the two lovebirds broke apart only, when they heard everyone giving them a round of applause and whistling.

Kairi and Sora blushed beet red, as they remembered everyone around them and finally started acting proper again.

…Though Kairi was a bit irritated about the interruption, and she could tell Sora felt the same way.

"Shall we go read our friends the Riot Act?" Kairi questioned, grabbing onto Sora's hand as she began leading him down the bridge.

"Please do," Sora agreed, with a slight smirk on his face. But much like her own words, Kairi could tell what her boyfriend said held no real weight.

And instead, Sora began watching in amazement—just when Kairi did—Aqua toasting chestnuts over an open fire.

"You guys want any?" the mage asked, when she noticed the items had caught the couple's eyes. "Terra and Ven have missed my cooking, as it turns out. I'd much rather do some baking, to be honest... but Terra really only likes nuts. So what's a girl to do?"

Truth be told, Kairi was a bit hungry... but she knew if she said yes, Sora—who clearly also wanted some—would let her have the only silverware here to eat, as he went home to get more utensils for himself and everyone else. And not wanting to be away from Sora for even a second, Kairi declined.

"Thank you so much, Aqua... But I'm actually really tired. And I think I'm going to go home and go to bed."

For at least that way, if she had to be separated from Sora… she'd still be with him in her dreams.

But surprisingly, Sora had an even better idea:

"And I'm gonna go with her, Aqua. Riku and I always had sleepovers with Kairi when we were little, so I doubt Kairi's mom Mihoshi will mind if we do the same thing now. But you guys have fun camping out! And I'll see you tomorrow... Oh, Riku. Do you wanna come?"

Sora asked the last, when Kairi and he caught up to him and Mickey trying to figure out if he could do Starkeeper type flips via a water ski.

Riku smiled—clearly glad that they wanted him around more than they wanted alone time, Kairi could see, but she also immediately knew he was going to refuse.

And he did.

"Nah. Xion wants to talk to me about something: Probably about me bequeathing her her own Keyblade, since even now she wants to make sure her identity is her own."

And as those words washed over her, Kairi pondered if Xion had gotten that from her:

Because so often she wanted to stand on her own two feet... but she always came back to thinking she was the shadow of Sora and Riku. And that was why she'd been afraid to even try and escape the Castle That Never Was, until Naminé had told her to believe in herself.

And maybe, in some ways, Riku still needed to believe in himself, too. Which was why Kairi sought to reach to the heart of the issue, as she let her heart do the talking. "If you change your mind, Riku, please do come. You know where to find us." And she made sure to take Riku's hand in hers—the way that she had when she'd helped Sora to see through his disguise-so he understood that no matter what, it was the three of them against the world.

Soon after that—when Sora and Kairi had gotten more than enough hugs from Riku, Donald, Goofy, Roxas, Xion, and Naminé—they were piling into Sora's boat, and rowing back to the Main Island together.

As as they did, Kairi eventually found herself thinking about the upcoming situation. "I'm sure Dad will let you borrow some pajamas, Sora. It's the least he can do after you saved the multiverse again, I mean."

Sora looked like he was about to say something to this… but maybe in not having the right words, he didn't speak what he'd clearly meant to.

"…I can just stop at the moogle shop and get something to sleep in there, Kai."

But Kairi was already cutting Sora off—as she stopped paddling, for they'd reached their destination—when she began climbing onto the dock just above her. "Sora, that's silly. And a colossal waste of money. If you don't want to wear my dad's, who's closer to your size, than wear my brother Ryke's…"

Sora must have thought that was a better idea—because when they were in Kairi's home and she was clothed in her own nightgown, Sora came into her kitchen dressed from head to toe and yelled "Tada!"

"Sora, you sound like Ven," Kairi giggled, grabbing the belt around his waist and pulling him to where she'd got cereal out for them. "And via the sleep mask, you have your eyes covered up like Riku did a year ago. Really?!"

And seeming somewhat abashed by that—Sora took the eye covers off without much wait, whilst he stammered: "B-b-by the way, Kairi. You saved the world, too, and you should know that."

So this was what he'd wanted to mention earlier. And it sort of figured, that Kairi's lazy bum would get up the courage to say it only when he was lacking it elsewhere: in wearing the sleep mask, like he truly wanted to. But Kairi wouldn't have had it any other way.

"Th-thank you," Kairi replied—feeling gooseflesh begin to develop on her skin, since she was humiliated in thinking she hadn't done too well in the Keyblade War at all… but appreciating Sora's heart all the same.

She ended up looking at the purple walls of the room they were in—with its orange polka-a-dots for some kind of comfort—but it only served to make Kairi even more embarrassed, since her family clearly sucked at interior design.

"Umm, but about the cereal, Sora. Forgive it for being popcorn-esque—which is weird in milk, I know—but I'm figuring my mom doesn't have any real popcorn, and is planning to soon use this to string on the Christmas tre-"

"Kairi... We- we kissed… Are we going to talk about it, and what it means for us?"

And to say that Kairi wanted to drown herself in the milk in her bowl here would have been an understatement.

Sheesh. Since when had Sora become so confident about this stuff, and she so shy?

But Kairi answered, anyway—even though she found herself becoming the Shrinking Violet she'd been when Sora said she made him strong in the light—because above all else… she wanted to talk to him about this.

"What do you think, Sora? We're going to manage to still spend time with Riku... and figure out who our new friends are, like we both want. But moreover... we'll see what it means to be soulmates at such a young age. I mean… after everything we've gone through to be together now, how could we not?"

And at first, Kairi didn't think Sora was going to react at all.

But then he went into Kairi's kitchen cabinet—pulled out two wine glasses, and then some sparkling grape juice from the fridge—and assured her: "I wouldn't have it any other way."

"...Me neither, Sora. I love you."

And Kairi clinked her glass against Sora's, and leaned her head against his until the moment they both slumped down on the floor and fell asleep.

The cereal, much like their desire for Aqua's chestnuts, completely forgotten.

And yet even without either amazing food, life was good.

#sokai #fanfiction #au #alternate universe #oneshot #happy ending #my writing #my work #shanna writes #mine

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my-love-peterp · 6 years ago

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Mistaken Chapter Two

Word Count: 2000 THERE ARE NO ENDGAME SPOILERS, THIS IS A DELAYED UPLOAD FROM AO3

Fic Summary: Peter Parker has been given the responsibility of bringing in a new recruit. Now, as an adult, he realizes that none of the trashy YA novels he read in high school could have prepared him for this. There was a storm on the horizon, and all they could do from the Tower is watch.

Chapter Summary: Things get messy and so does Kaida. We all have our past traumas. But not all coping mechanisms are created equally. Or: two kindred spirits find themselves at the right time for the wrong reasons.

Warnings: language, underage (barely) drinking, smutty smut, mentions of the snappening, again NO ENDGAME SPOILERS

A/N: Good morning! Chapter Three will be out tonight. You may have seen me over @fabtasticass which is my main blog. So this is my first fanfic and it’s going to be a big one. It is a Soulmates AU but not in the traditional way. That won’t show up until later chapters. I’m going to try to keep endgame a secret the best I can. I have some very angsty ups and downs planned but I’m trying to hold back. So I’ll tag each chapter with what pairing might be in that chapter in the official Tumblr tags but never at the beginning.

Chapter One

The nightmares were relentless. Watching your sister literally turn into dust before your eyes would probably to that to anyone. However, while I still suffered and could barely sleep, it seemed that the world had all but moved on. Everyone was back and grateful to be.

I never would be again. Nadia and I, we had a telepathic connection, not unlike that of soulmates, biologically. Or so we were told. To feel that instantly ripped away from me, well, let’s just say things got bloody and fast. But that’s not something I ever wanted to think of again.

And because the universe had some grudge against me, particularly, she never returned. Whatever fates guided the justice of the stones had decided not to return her.

Her last words both haunted and condemned me.

She lay on the couch, fading, a pleading look entering her eyes. “Find him Kay, you’re all he has now of his real family. Find him.” Him. Her son. Kept a secret from everyone, even our employers. She’d given him up for his own safety, knowing that the alternative was a lifetime of experiments and servitude. But of course we kept tabs on him as he grew, a bouncing three year old with shiny blonde hair and a personality bigger than this world. If I hadn’t seen her give birth to him herself, I would never have believed they were biologically related. The only thing they shared was her slate gray eyes.

I had failed to save her, and even now had never looked for him. Not after that day. So every night I would relieve that moment, over and over again, that agony, despair and overwhelming guilt.

Sometimes, I could swear I still felt her in my mind, filling the cavernous vacancy that was her.

Thank god I had my own kitchen. The fewer questions I had to answer the better.

My official training had been postponed due to a long mission the Captain and Wanda were on overseas. Stark was guest lecturing at MIT for a few weeks, something about the interconnected worlds of science and mysticism. But because everyone was off on separate secret missions, I was in an empty tower. Even Clint and Natasha were nowhere to be seen.

I’d been living at Avengers Tower for a few days with this same routine when finally, I got restless and decided I needed to break out. I’d never done well with cages, no matter how high tech.

Director Nick Fury had run down all the rules and curfews for new recruits.

Spidey had actually been the person forced to help me unpack my meager belongings into my new suite of rooms. It was probably the only time I’d smiled since that night.

I’d managed to get out of that place with a backpack, duffle bag, and two suitcases. Peter had lifted the larger of the two suitcases rather easily but still gave me an incredulous look.

“What did you put in here? Bricks???” He stooped down and unzipped the case, his goofy plaid shirt untucking from his khakis, exposing the briefest glimpse of rippling lean muscles.

“What the-,” he choked out in that silly high pitched voice of his, that was actually kind of adorable. “You ran away, from whatever it is that you ran from… and you packed your biggest suitcase full of books?”

I had simply shrugged and replied, “I’m nothing if not totally impractical at all times,” before turning on my heel and carrying the duffle bag to the walk-in closet. I had felt Peter’s eyes on my back the whole way there until you kicked the door shut, more out of playful spite than anything.

Anywho, because of all the ruckus, the extent of my powers hadn’t been cataloged or tested, so it was very unlikely they were prepared for your ability to fade into the shadows of any place I existed.

In my bathroom, after having showered, shaved and put my best ‘fuck me’ face of makeup, I pulled on a white lace bodysuit, with deep, scalloped cleavage and floating transparent sleeves and a pair of nearly tattered, high-waisted daisy dukes. Paired with white stiletto combat boots, it was a killer outfit.

Melting into the shadows, I caught myself grinning in twisted anticipation and flitted out the door.

The club was packed, which was perfect for me after about two drinks. My anxiety with crowds melted away and I was finally able to give in and fade into the pulsing rhythm of the crowd. Here, I was truly invisible.

Crowds only served to remind me of a time in my life that was best left forgotten.

Deep breaths, Kaida, deep breaths.

When the breathing stopped working, there was always tequila. One shot, two.

Ten.

Dancing on other people, on the bars and chairs and tables. For the first time in months, I felt my inhibitions lift. I even made some drunk friends in the bathroom. The sober one among them was able to get me in a cab right before the last call and I directed him to Avengers Tower.

My skin crawled the entire way back, heat rushing down my spine and spreading throughout my body. Apparently, I still had some steam to work off. Luckily I had just the B.O.B.

Fanning myself, I reached into the little pearly clutch I kept with me on nights like these and grabbed a hair tie, pulling my tumbling curls up and off my neck, praying to instantly transport back to my room. I wasn’t totally positive my body didn’t have spontaneous combustion on the agenda.

Fortunately, that’s when my cab driver announced we had reached our destination. I paid him and tipped quite handsomely, as I hadn’t really had to pay for any of my drinks that night or pay the entrance fee. Mutant perks and all.

Despite my inebriated state, I was able to lift off and fly up to the floor that held my rooms, once I was in the gaping lobby of the tower.

Only one problem. Every door looked the same.

Stopping in front of the door that looked the most like my own in this drunken stupor, I took a moment before collapsing through the door, only to find an older man sitting at the kitchenette counter, nursing what looked to be about his sixth scotch and holding an ice pack to his left eye.

The man was attractive. Old enough to be my dad, but fine as hell.

His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he took in the full state of my undress in sweaty club clothes and he shifted uncomfortably on the metal stool he sat upon.

“You, sir, are just what the doctor ordered,” I said as I swaggered toward him. As I approached his stool, I reached toward his face, as though I intended to cradle it in my palm, his eyes glazing over with desire and intoxication, before faking him out as he began to lean in and snatching the tumbler out of his hands and downing the entirety of the contents.

He gasped, whether in indignation or out of pure attraction I was unsure.

“That scotch you just drained like swill costs about $13,000. By the way, who are you and what are you doing in my rooms? And aren’t you a little young to be drinking and going out looking like… like-“, he cut himself off as I slid my barely covered ass up and back onto the counter he was perching in front of.

“Does it matter who I am,” I asked, tipping my head to the side with an exaggerated pout from my crimson-painted lips. “But if you must know, my name is Kai, and I’m more than old enough to know how to keep up with a guy like you, Mr. Stark.”

He groaned at the sound of my rough, ‘sex voice’ using such formalities with him. Tony looked me up and down, staring as I tantalizingly slid my hand up my thigh, pulling my shorts higher and higher, revealing your lace covered sex bit by bit. After all, these shorts were mostly holes with a side of denim and loose enough to give everyone a sneak peek. My knees were shoulder level with Tony Stark’s shoulders, the Iron Man, more or less my new boss/landlord, but I couldn’t care less.

“See something you like Mr. Stark,” I purred at him in that voice again. This snapped Tony to attention and he shot to his feet, crowding my space, forcing my back down flat on the counter top.

“I’d like it a lot better if you’d shut up and let me take you right here.”

“How presumptuous of you Mr. Stark, you’re old enough to be my father. Do you really think you could handle me?”

Hey if you don’t want to read smut, it starts right here, I’ll tell you where to jump to:

The line would have landed a lot better if I hadn’t also let out a breathless gasp as Tony pulled my knees apart and rubbed his nose along my clothed slit, his facial hair scraping my inner thigh, sending flurries of pleasure up my spine, my flash breaking out in goose-bumps.

“We’ll see if you can handle someone with my expertise little girl, just don’t call me daddy,” he growled before ripping my pants down to your ankles and tossing them behind his head before he ripped off my body suit out of impatience despite my protests that quickly dissipated as he began to feast and suck up all my wetness, tongue pistoning in and out, driving my senses wild. He had me falling apart around him in minutes, obviously more talented than any other man I’d ever been with.

“That’s one Ms. Stone, how many more do you think you can take?” Tony teased me as I struggled to sit upright after that onslaught. Instead of answering, I kissed him, hard. Teeth banging together and tongues exploring each other’s mouths I was decently surprised to discover he tasted like honey and blackberries as well as me.

Tony lifted me up and off the counter by gripping my ass and sliding me towards him, encouraging me to wrap my still trembling legs around his waist.

Instead of complying, I pried myself out of his grasp and slid down to my knees in front of him, palming his clothed hard on.

“I believe this is what they call reciprocation Stark. Or perhaps, payback.”

The night continued on as such until you both were sated and absolutely exhausted.

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The next morning I woke up right before 7 am with the urgent need to relieve myself. Yanking with my slightly enhanced strength, I pulled the bed sheet out from under Tony, opting to rush out the door and into my own room. Pulling the door towards myself, I was hit with bright hallways and muttered conversations.

Quietly cursing my luck, I pulled the bed sheet tighter around my cleavage before lifting my chin high and proudly marching down the corridor to my own chambers.

I heard Pietro mutter a question to Peter, whose eyes were bulging out of their sockets. “She’s uh… she’s the new recruit we brought in while you all were in Wakanda… Did she just come out of Mr. Stark’s rooms??”

“Take a picture boys, it’ll last longer,” I had finally reached her door, having passed the two gawking boys when she let Tony’s sheet pool around my ankles, revealing my stomach, much softer than it used to be, ample cleavage pushed up by my white lace bra and my shorts that had truly seen better mornings, but still worked to cover my body decently. A choked gasp and a hacking fit were the only responses from Spidey and the silver-haired man I hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting yet.

As soon as the doors to my suite closed, I fell to my knees, panting through a panic attack before pulling myself together half an hour later to shower and change into my training uniform that Happy had delivered to my rooms yesterday. It was my first official day as a part of the team. And judging by the way it had started, I might need a drink sooner rather than later.

So we’re starting to get more into the head of Kaida, little glimpses into her backstory. She’s very loose-canon and errs on the side of self-destruction. Anyways, I’m formatting Chapter Three right now. I’m so enthused by the response, I really didn’t expect anyone to see this but I’m hype.

tags: @laurfangirl424 @peeterparkr @private-bucky-barnes

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honeylikewords · 6 years ago

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Oh,man, I want all the HCs about my boys traveling.

For sure! They’re so fun to think about!

Finn is the one who’s most concerned with getting from point A to point B. He gets frustrated that Poe is more of a “go with the flow” guy, but they balance each other well; Finn keeps Poe on something close to a schedule (”We need to get to Albuquerque today, we have a hotel room reserved!”), and Poe helps Finn loosen up and enjoy the adventure. As they travel together more, they start to adjust to each other, with Poe sometimes calling ahead to get hotel rooms or making sure he’s staying on target to get to their destination instead of veering off on some whim, and Finn becomes more relaxed about the structure of the trip and instead enjoys the spontaneity.

When it comes to actual hotel/motel/BnB sleeping arrangements, they usually ask for separate beds, but they’re grown enough men and close enough friends to be mature about it if there’s only one bed. They also take turns from room to room if there’s only one bed but also a couch, alternating with one night being the one on the couch and the next being able to use the bed.

They’re also fine sharing clothes or whatever, since they’re pretty close in size and they’ve both dealt with annoying things like ripping their clothes or getting stained or messy during the trip, so they’re willing to share and are chill about it. However, Finn draws the line at sharing a toothbrush; that’s HIS toothbrush and HIS mouth bacteria! He’s not gonna share!

Both like to have a little background noise when they sleep, so they often channel surf on the hotel TV to find something mutually agreed to be boring enough to fall asleep to and then leave it on, zonking to the sounds of a quietly chattering salesperson on the home shopping network or the boring drone of yet another run of the mill police procedural.

On the road, Poe is pretty defensive about wanting to be the one behind the wheel, but, if he’s really tired or needs a break, will let Finn take over. Poe’s been known to move into the back seat of the car and stretch out, taking his guitar out of the trunk and strumming as Finn drives, usually making up a little song as they go along. In fact, during some of their camping trips, Poe likes to do a little bit of songwriting and write the songs down. Finn sometimes accompanies Poe if he’s covering a song he knows. They’ve been known to cover a lot of Carly Rae Jepsen.

Poe also wears flip-flops while driving, which bothers Finn SO MUCH. “What if we got into an accident?! What if your flip-flop hooked on the pedal?! You fool!” “Oh my god. Will you please relax? If we die because of my flip-flops, you can personally, like, torment me in the afterlife. You can be my personal demon.” “Okay, rude to assume I’d be going to hell, but fine. I’ll take it.”

Poe is the cameraman of the two of them, using a DSLR camera and a Polaroid AND his phone to photograph the scenery, people, and Finn. He doesn’t post online at all, but sends silly pictures of himself or Finn to the groupchat. He takes a lot of goofy selfies. But he also loves taking pictures of odd things he encounters, or just anything he finds fascinating. He loves having the memories. He’s also the one out of the pair most likely to collect trinkets and souvenirs from the places they go-- nothing kitschy or stereotypical, but something meaningful to him-- because he’s a little bit of a sentimentalist, and he likes having tchotchkes to remember his adventures with his friend by.

Finn is the one who researches the places they’re going to for exciting things to do or cool historical sites to visit, quirky locales to explore, shops to peruse. He likes Googling while in the car and reading out Yelp reviews to Poe; they have a game they play where they look for the weirdest, angriest, or most grammatically flawed reviews of a place, then decide if they should test the place out for themselves. It’s hilarious, to them, to try out disgusting diners or unfairly poorly-rated ones, looking for hidden jewels across this great nation.

If ever the car breaks down, Poe’s the guy to fix it. Actually, they’re both really handy with machinery, but Finn specializes in electrical work and computer engineering, whereas Poe is a more in line with being a traditional mechanical engineer. They’re both great at getting the car up and running again, though, and very rarely encounter any kind of car trouble they can’t solve. They’re very prepared, and Poe knows how to keep his cool under pressure, so even if something went wrong, they’d be able to handle it.

Oh, and Finn’s the one out of the two most likely to be the “polo shirt and fanny pack” tourist, whereas Poe is more of a “whatever I have in my bag that isn’t dirty” kinda tourist. Both are really quite fashionable, yeah, but they’re not bringing their best outfits cross-country. They have one (1) nice outfit, each, that they bring, and they don’t waste its cleanliness on just any old random thing. So, instead, they look like... well, guys who just rolled out of their car after eight hours on the road. Which they are. Ergo, pardon the lack of finesse in the ‘fits.

Finn is the kind of traveler who loves to see landmarks, whereas Poe is the kind who goes to meet the people. Poe loves talking to people in shops and restaurants (especially local mom and pop kinda places), and getting a feel for the different cultures of different areas. Finn is more the kind of person who wants to see places where history was made, or monuments and museums of important artifacts. Oh, and, like, Vegas, for some reason. He desperately wants to go to Vegas. Something about the luxury, the glitz, the glam, the thrill, the excess... it tempts him and his curiosity. Poe could take or leave Vegas-- it’s a little too shrill and fake for his tastes-- but he wants Finn to have a good time, so whenever they’re driving through Nevada, they take a day or two to explore Vegas and let Finn scratch the itch of a glamorous faux-Hollywood lifestyle. They’ve yet to win big at the casinos, but that won’t stop ‘em from trying one or two small bets every now and then.

I have lots more where this came from, but this post is starting to get long, and I don’t wanna over-write, so if you guys wanna hear more, just lemme know!

Send Me Asks While I’m On My Roadtrip!

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kpopreactionstoruinyourlife · 6 years ago

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Song Girl - Part 23 - Sungjin Fan Fiction

Song Girl Masterlist

Part 23 - February 2015

Summary: real life fluffy moments as Sungjin struggles to get into songwriting.

Sungjin had lost track of how long he’d been staring at his guitar and the blank sheet of music. It felt like hours of sitting there, drowning in thoughts but realistically it was probably twenty minutes.

But that was long enough for Jae to be leaning into his field of vision with a cocked eyebrow. And he could feel Wonpil staring at him, too.

“I don’t pretend to be a lead songwriter.” Sungjin said evenly.

Junhyeok snorted. “You’re the one with the relationship and the issues, shouldn’t you be?”

“I wanted to be a singer, I didn’t come into this planning to play guitar and write music.” Sungjin snapped.

“Yet you couldn’t dance.” Junhyeok continued, a devilish expression on his features.

“He wasn’t the only one. I’m all bones and limbs. No flexibility or fluidity.” Jae said quickly.

Wonpil was silent.

“I’m going for coffee, text me if you want something.” Sungjin blurted as he stood abruptly. Junhyeok puffed petulantly. Wonpil’s mouth opened but nothing came out. Jae sighed inaudibly. Brian was cramming for a test with headphones in, ignorant to everything happening around him.

Once he was outside, in freezing air, Sungjin felt like he could breathe again.

He was just heading to the coffee place when his phone buzzed with a call, not the texts he was anticipating.

“Hey love,” He said after seeing Ella’s face on the screen. He tried keeping the despondent tone out of his voice but he wasn’t successful.

“Oh, something is up huh?” She said. Her voice was light and cheerful. Unlike him, she’d had a good day. For a moment that lightened his own heart - she’d been downtrodden all too often recently, but he was still despondent. And now his bad mood was about to dampen her first good mood day in weeks.

“Just...song writing.” He said, shoving his free hand deeper into his pocket.

“So...something I can probably not help you with, unfortunately.” Her voice was lower now, sadder.

“You can distract me. What’s up?”

He tried to imagine her in that moment. It was early evening, so she’d probably just gotten done teaching a class, and given that she had just sounded happy, it was a good one. Her hair would be up, most likely in a bun, and there would marks on her nose from her glasses. She would be walking home, or wandering through a store for the necessities for dinner.

“Well, do be honest I wasn’t expecting you to answer.” She said with a laugh, just one. “But I thought we could start thinking about...Valentine’s day.”

“Let me guess, you are currently staring at a display of chocolate?” He could hear the din of shoppers now.

“What do you want?” She asked after beat. She had decided to ignore how he read her mind.

“Aren’t you supposed to know what I want by now?” He said, a smile spreading over his face.

“I study psychology but I am not granted the power to read minds. Right now you probably want inspiration for a song. But I still cannot read your mind. I will not be making you chocolate. I nearly destroyed the kitchen trying.”

She was talking fast again - it meant she was thinking faster than her mouth.

“Obviously I want the most expensive guitar in the world.”

“No.”

“Wow, way to shoot me down.”

“I am not made of money.” The smile was back in her voice, and this time, it was there because of him, which was the least he could do after making it drop out of her voice a minute ago.

“Which is such a shame, then maybe you would pay for dates.”

He didn’t notice he was doing it but he was getting onto the bus.

“I offer!”

“I’m not going to let you pay for dates.” He said chuckling. “What kind of man would that make me?”

“An arguably more feminist one, but I do pay for all the food I make you and that you eat at my place.”

“I don’t need a lecture on the patriarchy, love.”

“A) everyone does and B) yeah, fine, you definitely don’t need one today. I doubt it’d help with the writing. It’d be weird if you all did a girl power, feminist rock song.”

“Says someone who loves ‘bubble gum’ pop.”

“It is happy music! I’m not claiming sophisticated taste. My favorite movie is Harry Potter and my favorite feel good movie is just about anything regularly featured on ABC Family, which also includes Harry Potter.”

“My little fan girl.”

“I am not ashamed, just sometimes embarrassed. Anyway, Valentine’s Day.”

“Hmm...we could go back to the skiing place, hot springs but that’s probably expensive.”

“We could just hole somewhere in the city.”

“...aren’t you the one constantly lecturing me about the population density of Seoul?”

“I am more used to suburbia and I miss it.”

“I wouldn’t mind holing up with you.”

His feet carried him off the bus.

“We can be like mole people.” She said with a laugh, bringing a smile to his face.

“Bake for me, something decadent and chocolaty.”

“I will bake for then, but you have to help.”

“I can help.”

“Perfect, and I have something in mind.” Now she was moving in the store, the other voices rose and fell as she passed other patrons.

“Of course you do, my brilliant girl.”

“Yes, please compliment my brain.”

“It has many beautiful fissures, lovely lobes.”

On the other side of the line, she snorted with laughter. “Sorry!” She said speaking in an embarrassed voice to another shopper but she kept giggling.

“You know, if I had known complimenting your brain would make you react like that…”

“Oh stop, and now you are officially distracting me from your own Valentine’s day gift.”

Above him, a bell rang as he opened the door.

“Did you finally make your way to the cafe?” She said teasingly.

“Something like that, I have a craving.”

“If you say chocolate I will run over to you.”

“Hmm, something sweet that’s for sure.”

“Oh please say the magic word.” She used an exaggerated, breathless voice.

“You shouldn’t use that voice in public.”

“There was no one around.”

“So shameless.”

Finally, he’d reached his destination. Now everything was better.

“If I am shameless, you probably reap the benefits.” She muttered.

He didn’t reply, instead just wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.

“Well hello,” She said, without turning around. The call was ended as she leaned back into his chest. His nose was in her hair. It smelled like her, sweet and minty with a touch of takeout food.

“Sorry to sneak up on you.” He whispered, speaking into her bun. Her hands ran over his arms, comfortingly.

“You’re not going to rape me.” That much she was thankfully sure of.

“Nope, just hold you.” He kept whispering.

“What’s up?”

“Just...a long day…”

“So you are here to…?”

“I think I needed to see you.”

“...Aren’t you supposed to be in training?” She whispered.

“Just song writing...Brian is studying anyway and I just...couldn’t think straight.”

“Is everything ok?” She asked, turning back to face him. Her brows knit in concern over her soft, brown eyes. Tension left his body, melting away. Now that he was with her, could see her, everything was better. Brighter.

“You shouldn’t worry about it.”

“I worry about everything, it’s a full time job.” A fun spark flashed in her eyes.

“I needed inspiration.”

“So you stalked me to a grocery store?” She said elbowing him gently. A big smile was spreading over her face.

“You can choose to see it as romantic rather than creepy.” He said finally releasing her. She shook her head, chuckling to herself.

“Oh we don’t want to get into a discussion about what is creepy versus romantic. Movies and cultures have warped my perspective and I am still unraveling it. But sure, I’ll see this as romantic this time.”

How could he ever hope to explain this feeling? A burning, freezing sensation poured down his spine. His stomach tightened, twisted, rose, sank, flipped, and flopped. He felt lighter, at peace, complete. It was beautiful, blissful. He knew he was lucky to be with someone so brilliant.

“Earth to Sungjin?” She said waving a hand in front of his face before slipping it into his.

“Sorry, ready to leave? I’ll walk you home and head back.” He did have to go back but he wanted to bask in the light she gave off to him for a bit longer.

“Yep. You are going to be so impressed with this!” She said with an even bigger grin.

“You are in a silly mood, aren’t you?” He asked with an arched eyebrow.

“Yes, and it seems like you could loosen up.” She said before starting to check out her supplies.

“I can be goofy.” He said under his breath.

“You still only tolerate pizza.” She countered.

“Pizza has nothing to do with goofiness.”

“It does in my head.”

“I think that might be a flawed conclusion.”

“Shh. You called me brilliant, remember?”

“Brilliant people are capable of mistakes.”

“Brilliant people tend to conceptualize failures and mistakes as lessons and challenges.”

“Growth mindset. I remember.”

She paused, a flush spreading over her cheeks. “Ok, that was a turn on.”

“Huh?”

“Just you saying that made me very physically attracted to you.” The blush on her cheeks was deeper but it was only just reaching his cheeks. At least they had stepped out of the store and the cashier couldn’t hear them.

“You need to explain.”

“Hmm A) you remembered something I said to you over a month ago, B), it was something to do with psychology, and C) I think there was an element related to your tone.”

“So that’s the kind of dirty talk you like?” His heart thumped in his chest as his mind spun with ideas for a later time.

“I guess?” She said giving his hand a squeeze. “Something you should remember.”

He was going to miss her. Her brilliance, the feeling of her skin, her warmth, against him, her smile, her bright eyes. Her leaving would be like the sunset in Antarctica, signaling the beginning of months of darkness. He wanted to keep her, his sun.

He was pulled out from his melancholy spiral by a sensation against his cheek.

“You stalk me, then neglect me, are you sure you’re ok?” She brushed his cheek softly, wiping away the chapstick her kiss had left on his skin.

“Lost in my own head.” He supplied but she frowned.

“That’s supposed to be my thing in this relationship.” Her thumb gently, comfortingly, ran over his hand.

“And now you know how it feels to watch your mind float away, leaving me unable to reach you.”

“You were trying to teach me a lesson?” She was, in a word, unimpressed.

“No, but I did think it was a witty reply.”

“Don’t make your stand-up debut yet.”

“I’m already worrying about one type of debut. Plus, I’m already blocked.”

“I did offer for you to read my angsty high school poetry. Maybe it could give you inspiration.”

Sungjin wrinkled his nose while she grimaced.

“I mean it is terrible poetry, I will admit. For a class I made this whole collection all about “my winter” about the period after a guy I was seriously close to, my first kiss, moved away.”

“And it will be in English. And, call me crazy, but I’m not interested in reading my girlfriend’s poetry about another guy.”

Her impish grin reappeared, sending a nervous wave through his stomach. That usually meant she was going to manipulate him, wrap him around her finger. Most times it was so he could take care of a spider, or when she was turned on and interested in a little something-something.

“Would you read poetry I wrote about you?” Her voice was nearly-sultry, and her hand warmer in his.

“Yes, if you wanted me to.” He said without thinking.

Her facade dropped as she laughed.

“Sad to say, I’ll probably write poetry when we…” She didn’t need to finish the sentence. He knew just from the darkness that moved over her.

“...I think I’ve got some ideas for writing after seeing you.” He said as her building came into view. The end of the line for that night for them. He had to get back to songwriting for the others.

“Ohh… Am I your muse?” She teased, that light returning in her eyes.

“A little bit.” He said, a smile playing with one corner of his mouth.

She got that petulant look again. The one that made her look younger, naive, like a child whose toy had been taken.

“You are a definite source of inspiration.” He continued, an impish glint entering his own eyes.

“...I better be.” She muttered as she opened the building and held open the door for him.

The rode the elevator up in silence. He plotted ways to spend just a little bit more time with her. She wished he could stay.

He stayed with her up to her door and into the apartment, setting down the bag of groceries as he stepped in. All he had to do was keep his shoes on - if he took them off, he’d never leave.

Next to him, Ella tugged off her wool coat, undid the thick scarf around her neck, and shoved her gloves into the coat pockets before kicking off her boots to reveal thick, fuzzy socks. At that, he had to smirk. She constantly joked about her [literally] cold feet.

A beat later and her arms were around his neck, pulling down his hood so her fingers could tangle themselves in his hair. He unzipped his puffy coat and her body curled against his, no longer separated by inches of down.

“I won’t ask you to stay.” She whispered. Her bright, brilliant eyes fixed on his. “So three minutes?”

“Love, I take more than three minutes.” He whispered, kissing her forehead. His fingers had found their way to her waist. Her body shuddered with the sudden cold contact.

“Just kiss me.” She replied after rolling her eyes.

That he was happy to do for as long as his conscience would let him. He wanted to steal a piece of her sunshine. He wanted to burn in her light. He wanted everything he could get. He would happily go blind staring at her glow.

He had so much to be thankful for with her in his life. Still, there was thing he was the most thankful for...

His sun was still bright, near-constant. It still filled his sky.

But the days were getting shorter. Months of darkness were coming.

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pinkykitten · 7 years ago

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Meant To Be

Overwatch

Jesse McCree x female! reader

Warning: none

Specifics: song fic, a lot and I mean a lot of fluff, lil comedy, race neutral

People: Jesse McCree, you, other drivers (mentioned)

Words: 1,677

Summary: Based of the song “Meant To Be” - Bebe Rexha (feat. Florida Georgia Line) you and Jesse take a road trip since all the work you have done, its time to relax. You and him start having fun, being goofy while he is driving to the destination.

Authors Note: i loved writing this because i love this song and have listened to this so many times. and if you are all wondering if mccree sings he does just look up matthew mercer singing...you’re welcome. a lot of fluff coming your way and if you didn’t know mcrree is my favorite character in overwatch he is like my husband. and i added in here you like lemonade if you don’t thats fine cause to be honest i hate lemonade but i thought since mccree is country why not. hope y’all enjoy my pals, this here is gonna be a wild ride! (im srry i was trying to sound like mccree)

The summer air entering through your nostrils. The heat baking everything in sight.

You stuck your arm out of the red trucks window, and allow your hand to be taken by the breeze. You smiled feeling very relaxed at this moment. Since you worked as an agent in overwatch you barely had any recreational activities. So Jesse thought of the idea of heading on a little road trip. At first you hesitated because you had work, there would be no time for fun. Jesse was persistent though. He understood where you were coming from so he, being the sly cowboy, left a note at the overwatch headquarters explaining why him and you were not available.

You turned your body away from the opened window and faced Jesse. Jesse was driving with a tooth pick in his mouth, his window opened also. His cowboy hat on his silky dark hair, he was wearing a flannel with the sleeves rolled up and the few top buttons opened so his chest hair was sticking out a bit. He was focused on driving to the destination he didn’t notice you staring. You stared in awe at his face. The way the sun was placed in the sky led the light to Jesse’s side and made his eyes look hazel if not like gold.

You gulped not wanting him to find out you have been staring this whole time. That would make you look like a creep.

“Hey baby,” Jesse began. “can you get me a ice tea from the cooler please?”

You answered with a sure as you unbuckled your seat belt (everyone please remember to buckle your seat belts don’t do this, stay safe!) and leaned over your seat. Unfortunately you forgot a specific body part was going to be in a specific country boy’s face.

“Good lord jesus sugar,” Jesse growled as he tried to put his attention on the road but your butt was right by his face. His eyes glimpsed from the road to your bottom, back and forth.

“What’s good lord jesus,” you mimicked with the country accent.

Jesse’s eyes went wide. His mama always taught him to be a gentleman when it came to ladies. I mean but we all know he’s a flirt’. But he didn’t want you to think of yourself as a one night stand or a partner that was temporary. He wanted you lifelong, forever. He didn’t want to come off as a weirdo checking out your butt.

“Oh nothin sweetheart,” Jesse waved it off, waiting for his cold sweet tea.

You moved all the freezing drinks around to get to the ice tea in the cooler.

“Of course his dang drink had to be at the bottom,” you huffed.

You leaned more over the passengers chair, but your feet were no longer in contact with the seat so you almost went toppling forward, shrieking in the process. But thanks to your yelp it alerted Jesse and he caught you.

“Thanks babe,” you laughed.

You came back with his drink and yours. (I chose lemonade but you don’t have to) You opened the cold lemonade and drank almost all of it. Your throat feeling refreshed and satisfied. You moaned in delight at the taste. As you turned your head to see if Jesse was drinking his you noticed he was staring at you this time! You turned your head at him and he moved to look at his drink.

“Hey pumpkin do ya think ya can help me out here.”

You already knew the drill, having that Jesse brought sweet tea with him all the time. You grabbed the bottle and opened it up for him. Jesse put his head towards you and you put the bottle to his lip. This was so he could keep driving. You have told him numerous of times that just because he took his hand off the wheel for five minutes doesn’t mean they were going to have a car crash. But he always answers with the same line, “Don’t want my baby hurt now, ya hear me?”

You reminisced that moment in your head and you let out a chuckle.

“Jesse McCree what am I going to do with you,” you nod your head from side to side.

“You could kiss me sunshine,” Jesse beamed.

You crawled up to Jesse’s torso and gave his cheek a peck. Then you whispered in his ear a “I love you my boo bear.” Jesse had toothy grin that went from ear to ear.

“I love you more,” Jesse whispered back.

As you sat back down to your usual posture, Jesse turned on the radio.

“Why don’ we put some music on,” Jesse suggested as he put a disc in. You were wondering what the song was going to be.

As the music instrumental part played you smiled knowing this was yours and Jesse’s song.

“Baby, lay on back and relax, kick your pretty feet up on my dash,” Jesse sang with the song as you did what the song said and put your feet on the dash of the car. “No need to go nowhere fast, let's enjoy right here where we at

Who knows where this road is supposed to lead we got nothing but time

As long as you're right here next to me,” as he sang this part he pointed to you sitting next to him. “Everything's gonna be alright”

“If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, just let it be,” Jesse grabbed your hand and put it to his heart as if singing to you. You danced in your seat loving this man so much. “If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, just let it be So, won't you ride with me, ride with me? See where this thing goes If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be

Baby, if it's meant to be,” he sang to you while swerving the car a little to make you laugh more.

You arched your eyebrow as you sat up more, your feet curling bellow you, so your seated on them. This was your time to sing, “I don't mean to be so uptight, but my heart's been hurt a couple times,” as you sang those first lines Jesse was now not paying any attention to the road, just a few glances but his attention was on you and your voice. Your voice was a mix of cute and sexy, like how was that possible! He stared at you as if you were a queen, a goddess. You danced, taking your hand out of his and making a heart with your hands and breaking it apart. “By a couple guys that didn't treat me right I ain't gon' lie, ain't gonna lie,” you put your hand up to Jesse’s face and turned your attention to the window, pretending to be irate at him. “'Cause I'm tired of the fake love, show me what you're made of Boy, make me believe,” you came back to Jesse, face mere inches apart from his and rubbed his facial hair under his chin, trying to make the most lustful face. “But hold up, girl, don't you know you're beautiful? And it's easy to see,” you were leaning on the arm rest console, your eyes dreamily looking at Jesse. He sings about you being beautiful and then kisses your forehead.

“If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, just let it be If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, just let it be So, won't you ride with me, ride with me? See where this thing goes If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, if it's meant to be,” you both sang together in harmony while you are holding his hand. You and him dance to the music while singing.

“So, c'mon ride with me, ride with me See where this thing goes So, c'mon ride with me, ride with me Baby, if it's meant to be,” Jesse stopped at a red light and you stopped singing. He saw that you were shy to sing in front of others so he made himself goofy in front of the other drivers. Making a funny face and dance. You giggle uncontrollably at your silly boyfriend.

“Maybe we do,” he sang far away from you. “Maybe we don't,” you sang back inching closer to Jesse. “Maybe we will,” he crept closer to you so that you were only a hair apart. “Maybe we won't,” you both sang in unison with the radio.

“But if it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, just let it be,” you sang with his voice while he and you clapped. “sing it baby,” Jesse yells after you both sing that last part. You then take Jesse’s hat and shake your hips while holding Jesse’s hand. His face looking at you in awe. “If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be (c'mon) Baby, just let it be (let's go) So, won't you ride with me, ride with me? See where this thing goes If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, if it's meant to be,” your voices lacing together nicely, while you shake your body.

“If it's meant to be,” Jesse sings closer to you while kissing your hand in his big palm.

“it'll be,” you sing softly back kissing his hand.

“it'll be Baby, if it's meant to be If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be Baby, if it's meant to be,” you both finish in unison.

As Jesse pauses at a red light, he stares into your eyes lovingly. Those hazel or golden orbs when touched with the sun, studying your face of beauty. Of greatness, of just a pure angel seated before him.

“I am so much in love with you, baby,” Jesse whispers to you while still clutching your palm to his heart.

“I love you more,” you whispered back while giving him a sweet kiss on the lips.

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zennyshoneybunch · 7 years ago

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Mystically Destined - The Musical (Chapter 12 - A Push In The Right Way)

Goofing around with Zen almost made Lizzy forget her anxiety about seeing Jihyun again.

Sadly it didn’t take long rushing back in as soon as she heard the door opening. The man she was so eager, yet also so afraid, to see perfectly framed in it, so tall he could almost hit his head. The sunny daylight hugging his body from behind, making his hair shine in an almost blinding way. Just like a few days before, on the park, Lizzy was amazed by the way he looked almost ethereal, like a beautiful angel.

Why did he had to be so beautiful?

She fidgeted with the hem of her apron, trying to avoid him, but the minute he walked inside their eyes connected like magnets. She wanted to speak, to greet him, but no words were forming on her mouth and her mind went blank. He took a step towards her, and for a second it looked like he was going to say something but then he didn’t, turning his gentle minty-blue eyes away from hers instead and heading on Zen’s direction.

And then she knew. Rika was right all along, she was only hurting him by staying in his way. And her heart sunk in her chest.

- V! Hey, man.

Zen approached Jihyun, willing to give him a friendly pat in the back, but instead of greeting the silver haired man with a smile as usual he draw away from him with furrowed brows.

Zen’s surprise was clear.

- Hey, are you okay? Anything wrong?

Before answering Jihuyn briefly glanced in Lizzy’s direction. Then, with what looked to Lizzy like a forced smile, he extended his hand in Zen’s direction.

- I’m sorry, Hyun, I didn’t sleep much last night. I’m feeling a little strange today.

- Are you getting sick? You should really take care of yourself, the Charity night is closing in on us. Maybe you should ask Rika to prepare some hot tea with lemon or something before bed.

At the mention of Rika’s name Lizzy’s heart clenched and Jihyun’s hand immediately pulled away from Zen’s as he answered his friend with a colder tone than usual.

- I am not sick. But I thank you for your concern.

Zen looked at Jihyun for a moment, like he wasn’t sure about what to say or do.

Something about the whole scene was off. Jihyun didn’t look, and certainly wasn’t acting, like himself. She couldn’t exactly point the finger at what it was, but something was not right. Did Rika pick up a fight with him after visiting her? Was he blaming Lizzy for upsetting his fiancé to the point of being angry with anyone standing near?

The situation was getting too strange, doing nothing but feeding her anxiety, but the familiar sound of loud voices at the door prevented her from dwelling further about it.

Seven was the first one to go through the door followed by Jumin, Saeran and Yoosung. As soon as he set his eyes on Lizzy, Seven’s big smile got even bigger and he opened his arms wide, stopping suddenly, making Saeran bump into him.

- Elly!!!

Jumin skillfully dodged his inert figure and gave Lizzy a discreet smile.

- Why do you keep shortening her name?

- What? Everybody does it but you.

- But you're doing it wrong, doofus.

Saeran scoffed, pushing him roughly out of the way.

- It's fine, I don't mind him calling me Elly.

- See, she is amazing! Will you marry me, Elly?

Seven asked, leaning in and looking at her over his glasses. With a fast movement of his arm, Zen smacked Seven’s head and pulled him away from her by the neck.

- Calm down dude, your weird is showing.

- I was just joking!

- Why don’t we start rehearsing, since we are all here?

Jihyun asked with a smile. But not his usual warm smile, with a smile that showed annoyance.

Again, Lizzy thought that it was weird. He wasn’t acting like himself at all. He looked angry and his eyes had a hint of disappointment in them. She had seen that look in his eyes before, when they were younger, each time he’d spoken about his father or his dream of becoming a singer. The disappointment, sadness, defeat written in them always broke her heart. She wanted to hug him tight, like she used to, until the warmth and brightness found their way back, but that was not her job anymore. The arms he now wanted around him were not hers anymore. Besides, she could possibly be the sheer cause of that look now, if Rika did fought with him because of her. And she couldn’t stand the idea of being the cause of it.

She didn’t realize she had her hands firmly balled up until her wounds started to hurt again.

- Shouldn't we wait for Mandy?

- We don't need her to sing our own songs.

- Yes, Sirs! Let’s get this show on the road.

The boys were speaking and moving around to get their stuff in place, but Lizzy didn’t register any of it. She forced her aching hand to relax and plastered a smile on her face as she walked to Saeran who was already sitting by the piano, going through his music sheets. She needed to distract herself from what was running through her mind. From Jihyun’s sad eyes and Rika’s mean laugh, especially.

But as she approached Saeran she couldn’t prevent her eyes from drifting to where Jihyun was, or her breath from catching on her throat as they met his. Or her heart from sinking as he looked away and whispered something into Jumin’s ear.

- How are you today, Saeran?

She tried to sound as cheerful as she could. The young man looked up from the mess of papers scattered on top of the piano keys and gave her his usual bashful smile.

- I’m okay. I’ll be better once we decide which songs we will sing at the Charity, though.

- You haven’t decided yet?

- No. The only one taking it seriously is Jumin. The rest is too busy being absent minded…

He glanced at his twin that was messing Yoosung’s hair.

- ... Or just plain silly.

Lizzy smiled as she watched Yoosung try to fight Seven away. How could the twins be so different from each other? Saeran was serious and composed while Saeyoung was goofy and all over the place. Her smile only grew wider when Zen walked to them and smacked both boys in the back of their heads, urging them to behave. They looked like brothers, all of them. Like a big old happy family. A family she would absolutely love to be a part of, if only…

A loud noise caught her attention to where Jihyun was standing, by the window. He was crouching down to pick up the microphone case that fell from his hands, with knitted brows and a definite sullen look on his face. As he stood back up Jumin whispered something to him and patted his shoulder.

- Lizzy?

- Yes?

She immediately answered, startled by Saeran’s voice, so close to her ear now that he stood from the bench. He didn’t seem to notice, maybe because he looked nervous himself, not meeting her eyes and fumbling with one of the sheets in his hand.

- I was wandering if we could meet tomorrow at that coffee place you told me about.

- Oh! You're eager to try them, are you?

He glanced up from his hand, meeting her eyes before answering a simple, not very confident, yes.

- Sure, I suppose we can go tomorrow.

She could certainly use the distraction and a sweet drink couldn’t hurt either. His features instantly lighten up, despite the fact that his smile was no bigger than before.

- It’s a date, then.

He breathed softly, before a tall figure shadowed them as he draw nearer.

- Saeran, we will sing These Arms of Mine in a few minutes. Yoosung’s microphone is not working properly and your brother is trying to fix it, do you mind looking for the spare one in the back room?

- Of course. Excuse me, Lizzy.

The young man walked away leaving Lizzy alone with Jumin.

- Hello.

- Hey…

- Hey.

He leaned on the piano with his arms crossed, looking her straight in the eyes.

- Can I help you with something, Jumin?

- I was wondering what happened to your hand.

Instinctively she hid her hand behind her back.

- Oh, I just... got distracted in the kitchen, that's all. Nothing to be much concerned about.

- I see.

He didn’t look very convinced which made her face heat up a little.

- You should be more careful when handling sharp things. Did you disinfect it?

- Yes, my best friend took care of it. Thank you, you’re very observant.

- I am, but you shouldn’t be thanking me. Just take better care of yourself, alright?

Before she could ask what he meant, Amanda walked in with a chiming of the bell and Jumin’s attention shifted.

- Good morning y'all.

Lizzy saw how his entire body tensed up with each step Amanda took in their direction.

- No air...

He muttered confusing Lizzy by the oddness of his words.

- What?

But instead of answering, Jumin glared at Amanda as she approached them and threw the jacket she had hanging on her finger, thrown over her shoulder, on top of the piano.

- Hello, how’re you feeling tod-

- You are late!

Amanda appeared to be lost for words for a moment and even Lizzy was surprised by the sudden harshness on his voice. Soon enough Amanda found her voice, losing her good mood in the process.

- What are you talking about? Vanderwood is not even here yet.

Lizzy saw as Jumin picked Amanda’s jacket from where it was sitting on top of the piano and forcefully pushed it back into her hands.

- Vanderwood is not the one opening the show this weekend, you are.

- So? It’s one song, Jumin! What, you can’t rehearse your silly songs without me being present now?

With an angry movement of her arm, she threw the jacket back to the piano’s lid.

- I can function perfectly without your presence, if you must know. If you feel that our silly songs are too painful for you to listen to, then perhaps you will feel more comfortable if we release you from this arrangement.

Once again, Jumin grabbed the jacket, pushing it into Amanda’s hands, who immediately threw it back to the lid.

- I didn’t mean it like that and you know it. Stop acting like I killed your cat or something.

- I don’t think I am asking too much for expecting you to take this more seriously.

Jumin picked the jacket up once more but this time Amanda took it from his hands before he could push it into hers again.

- Listen, I’m here now so don’t get your panties on a twist, okay?

He crossed his arms in front of his wide chest, the confusion apparent in his eyes.

- I’m a man, I do not wear panties.

- It’s just an expression, genius…

The room was dead silent, everyone attentively watching the little quarrel.

Amanda rolled her eyes and walked away to the back room at the same time Saeran was leaving with the spare mic in his hands, completely unaware of what just happened.

- Here, Jumin. I’ll help Yoosung set this up and Saeyoung can repair the other one later.

- Good. Let’s do that so we can start.

As they walked away, Amanda returned. She leaned on the piano with her arms crossed looking at the band.

- Can you believe that guy? So rude!

- Yes, that was a little weird.

The tall girl scoffed and turned to her coworker.

- It was not weird, that’s just the way he is. He is rude and cold. He’s only nice to V. Well and you now…

- Me?

- Yes, you have all the boys wrapped around your finger.

Lizzy let out a surprised chuckle.

- What can you possibly mean?

- I mean they all have a crush on you, girl!

- You sure have a strange sense of humor.

- Yeah? Tell me about Zen.

- Zen is just friendly. He’s a nice and sweet kind of person and we are friends.

Amanda sneered, making a scornful sound with her mouth.

- And he is a flirt.

The mocking look disappeared from the girl’s eyes as she considered Lizzy’s words.

- Well, true... Fine, I’ll give you that but what about Saeran then? Never seen that boy talk to a girl before and believe me, I've tried!

- Saeran and I have been through similar… mischiefs in life. I guess we just recognize each other’s wounds and understand where we each come from. We are members of the same broken club. The only crushed thing between us are possibly our souls.

- Is that so? Joined in mischief… sounds hot.

- I don’t think you heard-

- Oh, no, I did. You explained it perfectly. Now, how do you explain Jumin?

Lizzy laughed.

- See, this is how I know you're messing with me. If you're insinuating Jumin is interested…

Amanda shoved her hands in her fitting black pants pockets and leaned forward to Lizzy, singing.

- I wasn't insinuating~!

With a grin of her own, Lizzy also leaned forward.

- Well, I’m not the he one keeps staring at, am I?

They both glanced in Jumin’s direction, who was by the window talking to Jihyun. Suddenly he looked in their direction, clearly making eye contact with Amanda, which made Lizzy raise her eyebrow mockingly.

- He’s just trying to frighten me with those sexy grey eyes.

- Sexy?

- Who said he was sexy? He’s a cold fish.

With a chuckle, Lizzy turned her back to her, walking to the bar and giving that conversation as over. But Amanda was not ready to end it, as she followed her friend to whisper close to her ears.

- You can't deny about your Jihyun though.

Lizzy felt her face heat up. She was trying to skip that embarrassing and hearthbreaking part of the silly list Amanda was doing. But she obviously did not succeed.

- No, I think you’re wrong. And he’s not my Jihyun.

- Girl, you had to be blind not to see the way he looks at you all – the – time.

They both glanced over their shoulders at him, busy untangling the cables he had in hands.

Lizzy wanted to brush it off and end that chat, but her mouth worked faster than her brain, and her inner thoughts came spilling out before she could stop them.

- He barely looked at me today. Didn’t even greet me when he arrived.

- He is conscious of every single move you make, though. And I’m pretty sure he is watching us from the corner of his eyes right now.

Lizzy didn’t answer, still watching Jihyun work. Amanda lowered her voice again and whispered, like a little devil on Lizzy’s shoulder.

- You should try to get him back.

She felt her heart jump at the thought. The thought she had been firmly pushing down ever since Rika showed up. And once again her inner thoughts ran through her lips.

- He doesn’t even love me anymore.

- Oh, but see, I’m sure he does. Of course you’ll never know for sure unless you ask.

Lizzy wished that could be true. That she could just walk to Jihyun and ask him to love her again, to belong to her again, to choose her over his fiancé…

His fiancé. The one he chose. The one he now belonged to. The one he now loved.

She couldn’t do that, she couldn’t put him on the spot like that, probably hurting and embarrassing him while forcing him to turn down his first love, knowing it would be hard for him to do. Knowing he was too polite and kind to do so without suffering.

No, she had to push those wishes back down, where they would wither and die.

- That would be unfair to him. We’re not the same people we used to be and he is marrying someone else, so any natural residual feelings we may or may not have must be pushed away.

She knew her face was bright red but she made sure her voice sounded as resolved as possible. Amanda didn’t seem very convinced, but she didn’t press the matter, throwing an arm around the shorter girl’s shoulders.

- Okay, I respect your opinion. I get why the guys are all swooning over you. But if you ever change your mind know that I have your back. Come on, let’s get some work done.

They started to organize the space on the bar, putting glasses and cutlery away, at the same time the boys finished setting the sound.

Lizzy saw as Saeran sit on the piano and the others assembled behind their mics, Jumin slightly in front of the rest, Jihyun and Zen right by his side and Yoosung and Seven at each end.

Zen winked at her with a bright smile and Jihyun immediately pushed his mint hair back, taking a discreet peek at her at the same time. She smiled, knowing perfectly well whom it was actually meant to.

At Saeran’s cue Jumin started singing in his seductive baritone voice and all the boys started snapping their fingers at the rhythm.

Jumin ~ “These arms of mine, they are lonely. Lonely and feeling blue.

Lizzy glanced at Amanda that was busy pretending to clean the counter while basically gaping at Jumin. No one could really blame her, he moved his body with feline grace. Lizzy had to admit he looked like a sensual black panther.

Jumin ~ “These arms of mine, they are yearning. Yearning from wanting you.”

Jumin closed his eyes for an instant, his long dark lashes casting small shadows over his skin, after which they immediately met Amanda’s in what seemed to Lizzy a very heated way. It only took one second, but she knew she was not the only one noticing it in the room.

Jumin ~ “And if you would let them hold you. Oh, how grateful I will be.”

Jumin took a step back and Zen one forward. His sweet melodic voice filling the pub’s space. Nervousness started to settle in Lizzy’s stomach when she started to think maybe it would be Jihyun’s turn to sing the next verse.

Zen ~ “These arms of mine, they are burning. Burning from wanting you.”

She wanted to hear Jihyun’s voice so badly her body moved on her own and she found herself walking in the boy’s direction.

Zen ~ “These arms of mine, they are wanting. Wanting to hold you.”

She only really realized she was right in front of them when she saw Zen pointing at her and stepping away from the rest of the group towards her.

Zen ~ “And if you would let them hold you. Oh, how grateful I will be.”

Holding her by the waist he skillfully led her in a waltz around the pub.

Zen ~ “Come on, come on baby. Just be my little woman. Just be my lover.”

The rest of the group stopped. Seven and Yoosung started laughing and whistling, but Saeran and Jihyun didn’t look too happy about the interruption. Neither did Jumin who crossed his arms unamused.

- Zen, we were trying to do a serious rehearsal. Furthermore, you’ll end up hurting her if you keep dancing like that.

He admonished. Lizzy felt guilty, knowing Zen was only trying to brighten her mood again.

- No, it’s al-

- Mr. Leader Guy is right. I can’t let that happen.

With a smirk, Zen picked her up in his arms and resumed the dance carrying her bridal style around in a sillier manner.

- … That was not what I meant.

- Zen, you should really put me down! You’ll end up hurting yourself instead.

- That would never happen, you’re as light as a feather!

Lizzy giggled which made him laugh and spin harder. That until the loud screeching feedback noise coming from one of the microphones, possibly Jihyun’s microphone, made him stop. With a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, the mint haired man took a step forward.

- Perhaps we should take this interruption as an opportunity to go get something to eat.

His tone of voice made Lizzy feel uneasy, as if she was being scolded, and it apparently had the same impression on Zen who immediately let her down to the floor.

Seven was the first to break through the strange, uncomfortable, atmosphere that was setting in the air.

- I agree. No rehearsing on empty stomachs.

Looking behind the counter he reached for the little fridge next to Amanda.

- Miss Vandy is not here yet so you’re in charge, Mandy. What can you get us to eat?

She promptly slapped his hand pushing him out.

- What the hell? This is not a restaurant and I’m not your mother! Go get food yourselves!

- Jeez… so touchy!

The red hair pouted, stroking his stinging hand. Zen snickered at him, leaning on the counter, but Amanda was not laughing as she pointed at him with a mean face.

- And you! I’ll be having a word with you later!

- What? What did I do?

- There is no point in all of us leaving. I can go by myself and have something delivered here.

- Fine with me.

Saeran answered, but Yoosung wrinkled his nose in evident rejection.

- I don’t think that’s a very good idea, Jumin. We should all go with you.

- I second that.

Zen announced putting his hand in the air. Jumin’s face showed his confusion.

- Well, I will be the one paying, am I not?

- Yeah, but if you’ll go alone we’ll end up eating weird looking food again.

- Gourmet is not weird looking food.

Seven reached closer to Jumin, throwing his arm over the other’s shoulder, even though Jumin was about 30 inches taller than him.

- Sorry, Ju-The-Man, but Zen’s right. You can’t go food searching by yourself.

- I agree, I always get hungry like an hour after having lunch when Jumin is the one picking.

- Yoosung has spoken, so it’s decided! Come on, Saeran. We can’t wet our wittle cinnamon roll starve.

- I don’t want to and don’t make fun of Yoosung.

- Thanks, Saeran.

- He’s just a baby, it’s not a fair fight.

- Saeran!!!!

The group walked loudly to the door, fumbling with coats and wallets, preparing themselves to leave. Lizzy looked up at the ceiling to avoid staring at Jihyun’s back and remembered how she was thinking about taking down all the decorations for Vanderwood’s sake. Giving that the date of the charity event was not that far away it was probably a good idea to do it sooner than later.

- We should take this opportunity to take down the decorations. It won’t suit the event, don’t you think?

- Yes, I agree. Is the box still in the back room?

- It is, I’ll go get it.

The back room was still very tidy, the only thing out of place being Amanda’s tossed jacket precariously sitting in a shelf, so it didn’t take her long to see the big box standing on a very high top shelf, above the door line.

Instead of grabbing the wiggling ladder she had used to hang the decorations, she preferred to try the stool in the corner of the room. At least it had a steadier look. Unfortunately it wasn’t big enough for her to easily reach the box and she had to get on her toes to at least touch it. The box was empty so she could make it fall if she kept poking it.

She was trying to reach it again when she heard steps right outside the door and Amanda walked in, leaning on the doorway.

- Hey, so… did you notice V’s bad mood?

- Yeah…

- So you do agree that he was being jealous because he still loves you.

She almost fell back, startled. Grasping her chest she glared at the girl.

- What… what are you talking about?

- Zen had his hands all over you and V was insane jealous. Like, he was turning green.

- Zen did not… I didn’t… you’re crazy!

- Fine. I’m wrong then. Can you do me a favor and go check if they locked the door? I’ll get the box before you break a leg.

With a frown that was a deep contrast to Amanda’s grin, Lizzy got off of the stool and through the door.

Before she broke a leg, she was doing fine if Amanda didn’t startle her with her crazy ideas, making her heart jump out of her chest. As if she wasn’t having enough trouble keeping it in check already.

As she walked the corridor Lizzy could hear the sound of the piano. Maybe Saeran stayed behind after all. To be honest she would rather have a moment for herself, to calm down and turn away the ideas Amanda was installing in her head, but Saeran’s soft music wouldn’t be so bad either.

She plastered a smile on her lips, ready to call for him when she saw mint instead of white and pink in the man’s hair. She rapidly stepped back, covering herself in the shadows.

She thought about going back and hide in the back room, but he started to sing and his beautiful angelic voice kept her in place, like hypnotized.

~ “These arms of mine. They are lonely. Lonely. And feeling blue. These arms of mine. They are yearning. Yearning. From wanting you. And if youuuuu would let them hold you. Oh, how grateful I will be.

There was so much sentiment, so much pain in his voice she could feel tears prickling her eyes. He used to sing to her all the time when they were kids. There was less pain in his voice then, but the sentiment was the same. She loved his voice so much.

~ “These arms of mine, they are burning. Burning from wanting you. These arms of mine, they are wanting. Wanting to hold youu. And if youuuuu would let them hold you. Oh how grateful I will be.”

He had his back to her, straight. His head was slightly bent down, the skin from his tensed up neck showing on top of his grey cardigan. And all she wanted to do was to hold him from behind and nuzzle into his skin, taking his scent in once again. She missed him. She missed him so much she could hardly stand it anymore.

~ “These arms of mine. They are burning. Burning from wanting you. These arms of mine, they are wanting. Wanting to hold youuu oooooh.”

She only realized she was crying when a tear fell on the hand she had over her mouth. The feelings she had been bottling up spilling out in the form of salty drops.

Something vibrated on her back pocket and she picked up her cellphone to see it was a text message from Amanda.

«Does that look like the guy doesn’t love you anymore?»

A small smile grew under her hand. She wanted to believe in that possibility. The possibility that Jihyun could still have feelings for her and want her back. Because she wanted him back. There was no way to run from it, she wanted his arms around her, holding her, just like he was singing about. She wanted him back so she could love him, because he was an amazing man and he deserved to be happy. And Rika, the Rika that visited her the night before, she would never be able to go beyond her own selfishness and love him the way he deserved to be loved. The way Lizzy loved him, with her entire being.

She was smiling and she was crying and she was a mess, but she knew what she wanted and she would hate herself for the rest of her life if she didn’t at least try to win him back.

With determination written in her eyes she lifted her cellphone and texted back.

«Okay. But I’m gonna need your help.»

She didn’t have to wait long for the answer.

«Girl, I thought you’d never ask!»

*** Chapter Songs ***

These Arms of Mine by Otis Redding

These Arms of Mine (Otis Redding) Cover by Jac Debaire’s

#Mystically Destined - The Musical #chapter 12 - a push in the right way #mysme #my first fanfic #Mr. Han and The Mystic Boys #jumin #zen #jihyun #saeran #saeyoung #yoosung #lizzy #amanda

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💏 calso (again)

25. …as a ‘yes’.

dated: maybe a few years after they start dating.

he feels as if he’s rehearsed his question over and over again. so much so that it’s practically ingrained in his brain at this point. but even so, he felt his nerves get the best of him whenever he thought about how he was going to deliver it. he remembers stressing out to haejin abut how he was going to ask her, considering the fact that he had already given the question to him and gotten a good response. surely he could be able to do it again if he was able to propose to haejin, right?

so why is he stressing so much about it?

he knows he doesn’t have to do something big. just spending time with anais was enough to have her satisfied. but cal felt as if anais deserved more than what he’s given her. after all these years of being with her and getting to know all about her through the relationship, he felt as if anais deserved more than that. so he makes sure to set out a plan to make this night perfect for her.

after walking through the village and visiting all the businesses like they did whilst they were studying at bokseong, their last destination would be the pool of the universe, probably one of the most prettiest places ever that cal could think of. he remembers the nights in which the three of them would go there for both dates or just to relax in the company of each other. it feels a little weird without haejin’s company, but that wasn’t the main point of tonight.

tonight was about anais. and it makes cal more nervous than anything

.he could always count on anais to know him like the back of her hand because before he could say anything, she immediately points out his... anxiety. "are you okay, calcifer?” she asks. “you look like you’ve had something on your mind the whole night.

the girl couldn’t have been any more right and he clears his throat when he realizes it’s time. he couldn’t pretend or let this hold out anymore. the both of them were at the right place, anyway. it’s about time that he asks her.... and hope for the best.

“annie, there’s something i’ve been meaning to tell you.” he says honestly. he clears his throat as he looks down at her concerned eyes. his hands reach for hers to hold them as he looks at her. it’s at this moment where he realizes that he is set on his decision. there was definitely no turnign back at this point. sure, there was a possibility in which she might reject him. but if he didn’t go through with it, then this whole entire night that was meant to be a lead up would be for nothing. all the times he’s looked at anais in the past, whether it be her in joy, frustration or in peace, and thought about a future with all of that would be for nothing.

the possible chance of having it set in their hearts that they would be together forever... would be for nothing.

“we’ve been together for a while now,” he starts. “and even before we started dating, you’ve always been on my mind. i’m sure you’re already aware of that.” there’s a goofy little smile that plays on his lips when he says that and it does its magic by getting the girl to smile back at him with fondness. “and whenever i’m not thinking about you in the moment, as you are now, i’m always thinking about you being in my life. like in the past... and in the future.”

he lets go of her hands and tries to search for the expensive box that he remembers putting in his pocket, only to realize that it wasn’t where he last put it. his eyes widen as he has the realization and he feels his heart drop to his stomach as he frantically moves his hands around his outfit.

“ah, sorry,” he apologizes, interrupting his overall speech. “this was supposed to be the part where i-”

“calicfer, finish it,” she urges. he looks up at her and there’s an excited smile on her lips. fuck. he’s making her expect it already. she definitely knows that he was planning on proposing.... that being said, it’s obvious that he’s lost the ring now. so why does she want him to continue with the lack of a band?

“right, right,” he continues on, trying his best to pretend that everything’s fine and he wasn’t panicking over the fact that he can’t give anais the proper proposal she deserves. it’s the declaration of love that matters in the end, right?

“anais, i’ve been thinking a lot about us. like… i’ve been thinking about the three of us a lot. i talked to jinnie about it, too and he actually… gave me some advice about how to tell you, so here i am.” he feels like he’s going with what he’s prepared, but also bulshitting along the way. this is all because he lost the box. but he still has to give it his all and let every single word get out of his mouth because he needs her to know. “and i’m always so happy around you, so it means the world knowing that you’re happy with me, too. so.. why not spend some more happy memories together? but make it… official?”

cal expects the big smile on her face after he finally lets out his words, but he doesn’t expect the girl to reach into her purse to pull out a very familiar looking box. so familiar in fact that it exactly resembles the one that cal had thought he had lost. he gasps.

she giggles. “calcifer, you’ve made it obvious that you were going to propose to me tonight,” she responds.

“what?!” cal pouts. “but i thought i did better from haejin’s proposal. he told me i was being obvious about mine, too.”

she sighs and shakes her head as she closes the distance between her and him. “as if you wouldn’t be stuck in your head over this,” she says, making the other blush in response to her words. she opens up the box to reveal an expensive, yet beautiful diamond ring. cal remembered passing by the jewelry store and thinking that it looked absolutely stunning. the fact that she was showing off his gift for her to him felt as if it could also be his… and to be honest, he wouldn’t have minded that.

“i love you, cal. you, haejin—hell, the whole country is probably aware of how much i’m grateful to have you in my life.” she reaches her hand to squeeze his left cheek, a.k.a the softest one dubbed by her and their boyfriend. “you’re my safespace. my sunshine but also my home. and i love spending every second with you. so you know i can’t say no to spending even more.”

“that being said.” cal finds himself smile when he sees the girl giggling before she can even finish her words. “calcifer, will you make me the happiest girl in the world and be my safespace forever?”

without even a thought, cal dips down and cups the other girl’s face before pulling her into a happy, yet passionate kiss to solidify his decision. now that he thinks back to the times where he stressed about asking this question to the girl, he finds the fear silly. he feels her lips curve into a smile before she kisses him again with the same emotion and he feels his heart go light. her was feeling relieved, yet the butterflies at the same time. it was a sweet feeling and he knows that this isn’t the first time he’s felt this around anais.

and it definitely won’t be the last.

#inzenith #💛 CAL ⌇ REPLIES #C: AHN SOJIN #i’m working on this while at work so no formatting for now #teehee ily ani #they deserve happiness after that last drabble #💛 CAL&ANAIS ⌇ YOU ARE MY SHAMPOO FAIRY

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