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It’s Been a Long Road: Two decades after “Star Trek: Enterprise” I still have Faith of the Heart.

After the click, there are 2300 words of me doing a deep dive on my love for "Star Trek: Enterprise." You have been warned.

When I was in elementary school, I was a year younger than my peers. My mom had decided I didn’t need to go to Kindergarten as I was already reading ahead of my level, so she insisted I be placed at age 5 directly into 1st Grade. In ways she was right; I completed the reading and phonics program in my little Arizona school for the entire first grade before Christmas. To this day though, I am clumsy with scissors, paste, and all the “kindergarten skills” and I spent the rest of my school career smaller, weaker, and less coordinated than everyone in my class.

This probably all worked out in the end; sure, I couldn’t play sports, but to avoid bullies and getting picked on, I got funny, and that’s worked out pretty well for me. But in those days when I would play a sport such as baseball, the opposing team would step a little closer, the coaches would advise me to take the walk; I was not as good as my peers, so allowances were made for my performance.

That is exactly how I looked at “Star Trek: Enterprise” for years. It was only four seasons, while its powerhouse predecessors all had seven. It wasn’t set in a utopian far future, but rather not too far from now meaning more modern and vernacular language. The science seemed a little spurious, with writers seeming to think the term “Rigel” was just some made-up word from older Trek series rather than older Trek series using actual star names for locations. The knowledge of Trek seemed a little lacking as well, with the first episode citing “Klingon Warbirds” and basing the hero ship on a design introduced in a then recent movie…that was set 200 years later.

I watched though, as we were coming off of there being CONSTANT Trek on television for the previous 15 years, and this was what we had.

I groused then, a lot. The lack of continuity, the trivia gaffes, the over-sexualization of women characters (ok, that WAS more than a bit overdone, and I still grouse that point).

The theme song. Oh my lord, the theme song.

But eventually, this show won me over, almost in spite of itself. Then there was a major shift in tone for the third season, and it got to be pretty solid, and the FOURTH season was…STAR TREK! Like its predecessors, the show had taken some time to find its footing (c’mon, admit how uneven the first couple of seasons of TNG were), but had pulled itself together, and the show’s future looked bright in 2005!

And then there was a truly terrible last episode and ENT was cancelled and gone.

Twenty years later, here I am, and though the absence of new Trek only lasted about four years—until JJ Abrams 2009 movie—I felt that absence keenly then. I am glad to report there has been Trek I really enjoy since then…and some marginal entries, but that’s not new either honestly. But with all this new material, I still find myself going back to revisit Archer and his crew. I’ve rewatched maybe two TNG episodes in the last 15 years. Maybe two or three Voyager episodes. But TOS, DS9, and ENT I hit regularly. Why does ENT keep forcing itself to the front of my Trek consciousness?

From the beginning, ENT suffered from some external pressures that weren’t helpful to its development. There was a tension between doing more of the same, successful formula Trek had been delivering since “Encounter at Farpoint” (the TNG pilot episode from 1987) and doing something experimental and new. Viewer fatigue was setting in a bit, but fans were vociferous in what THEY thought Trek meant. Anything that strayed too far would take a beating on the internet message boards.

DS9 had just finished off their wartime storyline, and though there were adamant Niners, it was only just beginning to truly find its audience with the advent of home video allowing one to actually watch the whole thing. Meanwhile, the less arc-oriented VOY had added the character Seven. There had been a ratings increase, which the producers took to mean any new show needed an attractive woman in a catsuit. Remember also, we were in the midst of the Star Wars Prequel trilogy, so going BACK to a time when the story could be a little looser was floating in the zeitgeist.

But it was also 2001, and though the visual continuity of the then modern Treks had maintained a history inclusive and accepting of TOS, putting a starship on screen that would look like a century’s LESS development than Matt Jefferies’ design from the mid-1960s was going to be problematic.

I don’t know this is true, but I also suspect that since the previous shows had a British man, a Black man, and a Woman as captains, someone in Production wanted to make sure there was a white, American man back in the center seat. Maybe I’m wrong, but that’s my gut.

So all of this goes into the show, and honestly it kicks off as a bit of a hot mess. So much seems to be playing it safe. Some fairly cliched storylines that occasionally try something a little new. A few things it does try new are not quite there: That aforementioned over-sexualization of the women in the crew*. Cringy comments about relations with aliens. Archer watching water polo.

There are a lot of forgettable episodes, contradictions. And yet, I kept watching. Yeah, I was on message boards complaining about the tech looking too advanced. I’d gripe about how un-Vulcan the Vulcans seemed. I’d gripe about every violation of what I accepted as canon, that was often really just things the fandom had settled on in the 70s and had no basis on the show. And I was just a complete tool online when the first cloaking device showed up.

And the theme song, oh my lord, the theme song.

But I kept watching. And before I knew it, I started to appreciate something about this show. I had to make a choice between griping that this modern show that I was actually enjoying didn’t adhere to a single line of dialog written (then) 40 years before for a show that wasn’t expected to last a year. I, a staunch Trek gatekeeper, was having an awakening about continuity and canon, and I had to figure out why. Finally it hit me.

These characters, these performers, they were more than they should be. These characters were making me love them, even when the stories were mediocre or cliche or counter to what I believed was canon.

Take Jonathan Archer, played with almost megaton-levels of earnestness by Scott Bakula. Archer’s earnest, do-gooder nature is so extreme…you know how a show like “Family Guy,” does a joke, and it’s ok, and then it keeps going way too long, and you get sick of it. And then it keeps going still, and somehow, this only kinda-funny joke goes so long or so far that it actually manages to somehow loop back around to being not just funny, but hilarious. That’s Archer’s earnestness, his naiveté. His “oh gosh” nature is interesting and fun compared to Kirk’s bravado. Then, after he oh goshes his way into losing ANOTHER fight, he’s simply grating. THEN you start to think he’s just devastatingly boring. But if you keep watching, then it comes around to this unironic serving of safe-guy that doesn’t blink in how GOLLY he is as a hero and you smile when he all but winks at the camera. And then, in later seasons when he’s faced with some pretty devastating moral dilemmas, you FEEL it!

T’Pol, played by Jolene Blalock: she’s so attractive it almost hurts to look at her, but you realize soon after that while she somehow seems to keep ending up getting rubbed down in decon Jolene is BRINGING the performance. That her delivery, her tone; the micro-expressions which betray her stoic facade for the Vulcan emotions at a full boil underneath…you buy it. You realize her performance is wonderful, and she’s one of the best Vulcans in the entire franchise.

Connor Trinneer as the character I recently described as “Florida Man in Space,” Trip Tucker. He’s a walking cliche, his accent making “warp-field plasma conduits” sound like something you’d serve up with sweet tea and grits. He’s got Himbo energy that rivals the output of his anti-matter reactor, and still it works. His “I don’t really know much about anything, but I’m willing to learn…oh God I’m pregnant” (actual episode) speaks so beautifully to humans DISCOVERING things for the first time, screwing it up, but learning from their mistakes and going back for more!

I could easily go on about Travis Mayweather, the kid who grew up in space and is both completely knowledgeable and blissfully ignorant of anything that goes on out there. Malcolm Reed, the British tactical officer who if his upper lip was any stiffer, he could use it as a weapon. Hoshi Sato who starts out completely out of her depth, and ends up loving it all. Dr. Phlox, your over-friendly, polyamorous uncle who brandishes optimism like a flame thrower and plays with eels.

They are all just…TOO. Too this, too that, and in doing so, somehow all circle back to being absolutely perfect. Because as flawed as ENT is in its storytelling at times, and how mired it is in attitudes before #metoo, the IDEA of the show is a great one: How does humanity get from the mess we are now to the icons of TOS or TNG? Enterprise shows us it wasn’t a switch, but a road. A long road, getting from there to here.

Yes, even the damn theme song, hokey and way too on the nose is EXACTLY RIGHT for what this show means.

Somewhere along the line, we all knew we had to move in a little closer when ENT comes up to bat, but we all started wishing, hoping, that maybe it would get a home run.

And sometimes, just sometimes, these characters that are great in spite of themselves, and this design, that’s too good for what it should be**, and this show that’s just not on the level of its predecessors does exactly that and knocks one into the stands. Suddenly it’s season four, and Enterprise manages to sum up the humanity Star Trek has been serving up since 1966 better than any show before or since:

Vulcan Ambassador Soval: We don't know what to do about Humans. Of all the species we've made contact with, yours is the only one we can't define. You have the arrogance of Andorians, the stubborn pride of Tellarites. One moment, you're as driven by your emotions as Klingons, and the next, you confound us by suddenly embracing logic.

Admiral Maxwell Forrest: I'm sure those qualities are found in every species.

Vulcan Ambassador Soval: Not in such confusing abundance.

We’re not perfect, we’re not utopian, but we are AMAZING when we give ourselves the chance, and for me, Enterprise takes that idea and runs with it. It often swings and misses, but when it connects, we can smile and clap and let it take its run around the bases, because it makes us feel good. And if it weren’t for Enterprise teaching me how these lessons, these characters are more important that visual continuity or strict adherence to arcane canon, I wouldn’t have accepted the Kelvin timeline. The DISCO Klingons. The Strange New Worlds uniforms, sets, and character interpretations. Because as much as I love what Star Trek means, all of that deeper meaning is nothing if it isn’t entertaining. And Enterprise taught me how important that was.

I could go on about how much better the show got when Berman and Braga took a back seat to Manny Coto, though there are certainly strong arguments that he got a little too fan-servicey. But in the end, the point is CBS took over and closed down Enterprise just as it found its footing. I hope the wave of nostalgia we’re seeing applied (perhaps TOO applied in shows like “Picard”) to modern Trek means we get more than a passing Lower Decks reference to the show. And if not, well, I’ve got my copies, and my fan fic, and my Tumblr memes.

Most importantly though, I’ve got (I’ve got, I’ve got) Faith of the Heart.

*I will give the show credit at least that it was pretty willing to flaunt shirtless men as well, and biceps-a-plenty.

**In regard to things looking more advanced, I will give credit to Brannon Braga for dropping a hint in an interview at the end of season 1 that the Enterprise-E coming back in “First Contact” had subtly altered the timeline, making things a little more advanced. Fans—and I regret to include myself—railed against that online, and it wasn’t really mentioned again. Recently, Strange New Worlds has revisited and canonized the idea that the timeline, even though it is the Prime timeline, DOES go through shifts and changes due to temporal incursions, evidenced wonderfully in the episode “Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow” when a Romulan time traveler admits to altering time so the rise of Khan happens not at the 1992 date that Spock gave us in the original series “Space Seed” to now to him still being a child 30 years later. It’s in-story shorthand for the fact that when a show goes for six decades some continuity has to change and THAT IS OK. I wasn’t ready to accept it then, but am glad it’s now part of Trek.

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guess-my-next-obsession · 2 years ago

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August — Chapter Six

pairing: frankie morales x f!ofc (rebecca herrera)

warnings: NSFW 18+, age gap relationship, oral sex (male receiving), car sex, unprotected PIV, creampie

words: 5.4k

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It was finally the end of the trip. Becca woke up assuming that Frankie had gone back off to his bedroom at some point in the early morning, but was surprised to see his naked back laying beside her. She smiled softly, reaching over to trace the dimples in his shoulders and the line of his spine, completely enamored with his softness in the early morning light.

Frankie grumbled a bit, turning his body over so that he was facing her, his eyes still closed. He threw one arm around her and tugged her in close, his body warmer than any heater.

“Don’t wanna get up,” he mumbled against her skin, Becca laughing quietly as she pushed his messy curls back.

“The sooner we get up, the sooner it’ll be just the two of us,” she reminded through a smile, one of his eyes cracking open. “You still have to find a way to sneak out. I’m pretty sure everyone’s up.”

“Can’t wait ‘til I have you in my bed and there’s no one around to bother us.” He placed a tender kiss to her cheek before sitting up with a grunt and stretching his long arms up into the air. Becca continued watching him as though he was a moving work of art, until…

“Holy shit,” she chuckled as she noticed the impressive tent in his grey sweats, Frankie’s eyes falling to his morning wood as well, quickly covering it with his hands.

“Sorry, it’s biology.”

“No, it’s mouthwatering.” She crawled over to him with a devious smile, her big brown eyes looking up at his as her fingertips played with the waistband of his sweats.

“Baby girl,” he nearly whined, his fists balling up by his hips. “We can’t right now.”

“Not even a little taste?” She asked with pure sun and lust dripping off every word. Frankie felt himself bending to her will, not bothering to stop her when she undid the strings on his sweats, tugging them down his hips inch by inch until his girth was hitting her cheek. “Mm, so thick.”

“Jesus,” he gasped, his cock throbbing in her fist.

“Becca! Wake up, it’s time to head out!” Becca’s father knocked on her door ungracefully, both of them jumping at the sudden interruption. Frankie gave her an I told you so look, tilting his head and shaking it as a dare for her to continue. Becca chuckled and frowned, pulling his sweats back up.

“Fine. But the minute we’re alone—“

“I won’t try to stop you,” he promised, pinching her chin and bending down to peck her lips softly. He caught himself as he almost spoke three forbidden words that he knew it was way too soon to feel, let alone confess. “Alright, wish me luck on sneaking out.”

“Let me go out first and make sure it’s all clear,” she whispered, standing up off the bed. Before she could reach the door, Frankie spun her around by her hips and hugged her tight to his body, grinning at her.

“Just wanted one more kiss,” he whispered as Becca smiled softly at him, her hands cupping his face as she leaned in to oblige him.

“That enough for now?” She teased, wiping over his bottom lip with her thumb. Frankie nodded with a smile and loosened his grip on her waist, allowing her to poke her head out into the hallway. “Alright, hurry.”

The couple sneakily made their exit, Frankie carefully and quietly creeping upstairs while the rest of her family stood in the driveway bickering about nothing and everything which for once was a godsend.

Rushing into the bathroom, Becca took the world’s fastest shower and quickly brushed her teeth, the upcoming doom of informing her parents about her new relationship forcing her into a quick, panicked pace.

Frankie seemed to be just as frantic upstairs, his feet thumping against the floor loud enough to hear downstairs. Becca smiled at the image of him rushing around upstairs getting ready, his nervous hands likely having lifted his baseball cap off to run his hands through his curls at least ten times by now.

“Hey, your dad wanted me to tell you to hurry up.” Sam popped his head into Becca’s room as she grabbed her bags, sliding the strap onto her shoulder while she tucked her pillow beneath her arm.

“I’m not riding with my parents,” she declared proudly, earning a chuckle from her cousin. “I’m serious. I’m riding back with Frankie.”

“Good luck telling them that, cuz.” Sam ruffled the top of her hair, earning a groan from his younger cousin as he followed her out of the house, Frankie’s footsteps quick as he rushed down the stairs behind them.

“Bex, you gonna put your stuff in the car?” Becca’s father called out to his daughter as she walked out of the house with Sam and Frankie, the rest of her family all packed up in their respective vehicles. She slowed her steps down, Frankie lingering around her, spinning his keys on his finger as he looked down at it with the hope of avoiding her parent’s glaring eye contact.

“Uh, actually…I’m going to ride back with Frankie.” She began with a nervous tone, the reality of what she was doing causing her heart to pound so loudly she struggled to hear anything else. Her parents furrowed their brows in confusion for a moment, exchanging a look before looking to Frankie and finally, back to their daughter.

“What? Why?” Her mother asked from the passenger seat of the car, the window down.

“Oh, this should be good.” Sam grinned as he stood outside his father’s car, the twins rolling their windows down to be able to hear the drama as well.

“Well, I, uh, we’re—“

“Seeing each other.” Frankie filled in after listening to Becca’s trembling voice, her hands shaking as she held onto her luggage. She looked over at him and gave him a thankful smile, glad that she had him around to do what she could not.

“You’re what?” Both of her parents spoke in unison, Becca’s lips parting as she looked back to them with a clueless face. Her uncle stepped outside of the house and locked it up, smiling at the group and clapping his hands together.

“Everybody ready to go home?” It didn’t take long for him to register the obvious tension in the driveway, Sam grinning as he climbed into the passenger seat of his fathers truck. “What happened?”

“My daughter is dating a man old enough to be her father, that’s what’s happening.” Becca winced at her mothers words, her hand reaching for Frankie’s hip and pushing him towards his car.

“Who?” He asked, making his son chuckle at his cluelessness. “Oh. Oh. Frankie?”

“Yeah.” Frankie gave him a flat smile and nodded, his arm wrapping around Becca’s shoulder in a show of his affections. “Listen, Joe…believe me, I had no idea this was going to happen. I…I met Becca before I knew she was your niece and…just…please try and believe me when I say that I’m not here to hurt her or take advantage of her, I just…care about her.”

Becca found herself blushing at his nervous speech, the sound of him professing his feelings, however anxious and reserved he was, made her feel like she was on fire in the best kind of way. Even with her parent’s brutal glare, nothing was stopping her from falling deeper into everything Frankie, her heart long passed believing in rationality.

“You know, if it were anybody else I’d probably be upset, but Frankie…you’re a good guy. I’ve seen you through some shit, I know, but…I know you’re going to treat Bex well. Do I wish you two would’ve just told me instead of sneaking around? Yeah. But…I get it.” The couple was shocked that her uncle was not only okay with the relationship, but standing up for them as well.

“Easy to say when it’s not your daughter.” Her father shook his head and pointed at his SUV. “Come on, Bex. Get in the car. We can talk about this—“

“No, I’m going with Frankie.” Frankie looked down at Becca with a soft smile that widened with each second, the sight of her standing up for herself filling him with pride. “You guys may not get this, or be okay with this, but…I’ve never felt more understood or cared about by anybody than the way I do with Frankie. He makes me happy and…and actually fucking talks to me like I’m a person, not like I’m a baby, or a kid, or a fucking alien! So no! I’m not going with you. I’m going with him.”

“Mic drop.” Sam interrupted the tense moment with a bit of humor and Becca and Frankie couldn’t help but chuckle at it.

Her parents said nothing else, only shooting glares at the couple as they climbed in their car and sped off out of the driveway. Becca sighed at the sight of them leaving on such a bad note, her head tilting to rest against Frankie’s chest as he rubbed her arm and kissed her head.

“They’ll come around. They just need some time.” He mumbled against her hair, Becca’s head nodding though she struggled to believe it was true. “Come on, let’s get on the road.”

“Yeah,” she nodded and gave him a weak smile, the two waving and saying their goodbyes to Becca’s uncle and cousins before hopping in Frankie’s SUV.

“You wanna talk, wanna jam out, wanna ride in silence? What’ll take your mind off things, baby?” Frankie started the engine and backed out of the driveway, his hand coming to rest on Becca’s knee as they began to find their way out of the city. She didn’t respond, only looking out the window with pure melancholy all over her pretty face. He reached his hand up and pinched her chin, watching through quick glances between her and the road as she turned to him with a soft smile.

“Can we stop and get snacks? That’s my favorite coping mechanism.” He laughed at her honesty and nodded, lowering his hand back to her thigh and squeezing lightly.

“Yeah, baby, we can get all the snacks you want.”

He soon whipped the car into the nearest gas station parking lot, needing to fuel up anyways, and climbed out of his side. Becca opened her door only for Frankie to run around and close it again just so that he could open it for her.

“Don’t steal my job.” He warned playfully.

“Oh, forgive me. I didn’t know we’d time travelled back to 1950.” She quipped with a grin as he helped her out of the car with his hand, earning a chuckle.

“That’s the only thing we’re keeping from the 50’s. Just the door openi—“ He gasped and gave her an open mouthed stare of disbelief when she opened the door of the gas station and gestured for him to go in right in the middle of his sentence. “How dare you undermine me, woman?”

He jokingly shook his fist at her as he passed by her, earning a giggle. Becca hugged his back as they walked through the entrance and found their way over to the snack aisles. With a kiss to his t-shirt covered shoulder, she moved so that she was hugging his side, his arm thrown over her shoulder as they began to look at their options.

“Okay, chocolate is a must get. And chips, too. The spiciest ones we can find.” She left his side to go and hunt down some chips, Frankie frowning at the loss of warmth at his side. His eyes turned to follow her as she walked further down the aisle, an absolutely smitten look all over his face.

“Did you find the spiciest chips?” Frankie asked, unable to keep himself from her. Becca nodded, holding up a bag of her favorite chips with a half-believable smile, still clearly swept away in thoughts of her parents. Frankie reached for her chin, forcing her to look him in the eyes. “You okay?”

“No…yeah—I mean, yes, I’m fine.” She chuckled at her word vomit and took in a deep breath, raising her eyebrows and tapping his stomach. “What did you find in the chocolate section? Better impress me.”

Frankie shook his head ever so slightly and chuckled to himself as he begrudgingly allowed her to change the subject, looking down at the two candy bars in his hand. “This okay?”

“Caramello and Reese’s peanut butter cups? That’ll do just fine,” she smiled and grabbed the bars from his hand, his eyes locked on her like she was the only thing he could see. She lifted her eyes back up to his and chuckled at the fact that he was already looking at her, a half smile lingering on his lips. She turned around so her blush was hidden and grabbed his hand, tugging him along towards the drink fridges. “Now…the real question is, Coke or Pepsi?”

“I feel the weight of this question physically in my bones.” He covered his mouth with his hand as he looked down at her expectant eyes and smug smile, her arms crossed over her chest and an eyebrow raised. “Coke? Right? It’s gotta be.”

“I’m proud of you.” Frankie let out a sigh of relief and put his hand over his heart, pulling a giggle from her. He smiled proudly as she turned her grin from him and continued to wear it as she pulled out two glass bottles out of the fridge. “It’s better in Mexico. I don’t know why, but you can just taste the difference.”

“I bet it tastes just as good in LA.” He reached and tucked a piece of her brown hair behind her ears, the sudden shift in his tone drawing her eyes to his. They both gave each other a lustful grin as she realized he definitely wasn’t talking about soda. “Come on, let’s go checkout.”

“Yeah,” she swallowed her desire and followed him up to the counter. As the cashier scanned all the items, he pulled out his wallet, Becca’s hand reaching to stop him from taking out his card. “No, I’ve got it.”

“I want to get it.” He insisted with a smile, only to have Becca take the wallet from his hand and stuff it back in his pocket.

“Thought the only thing we were keeping from the 50’s was the door opening.” She raised an eyebrow and tapped her phone to the card reader, Frankie shaking his head as he gave her a narrowed glare and a smile.

“Have a nice day.” The cashier broke them out of their smitten daze, the two of them realizing that they’d been lingering long after the transaction had finished. Chuckling at himself, Frankie nodded at the cashier and grabbed the bag, the two of them making their exit with a couple more chuckles.

“I keep forgetting there’s people around when I’m with you.” Becca spoke through a chuckle as she climbed into the passenger seat, having no clue just how big of an effect her words had on him.

He felt that way about her too, as though the world existed for just the two of them. All the love in the world, all the happiness—it was just for them, and they were making good use of it.

His heart fluttered in his chest, not a single thought in his head besides how deeply he felt about her as he filled up the gas tank. Watching through the tinted backseat window as Becca struggled with opening up her bottle of soda, he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle of pure affection for her. Everything she did endeared her more to him—the happy, the sad. All of it.

He’d never felt so full of adoration for a person he’d only met a week prior, but he wasn’t fighting the quick pace of this budding romance. Besides, even if he wanted to, he wasn’t sure there was much he could do to calm his heart down. She’d stolen it from him, it feeling more at home in her possession than it ever did in his own.

“Hey, let’s say hypothetically I couldn’t get this bottle of coke open,” Becca stuck her head out of the driver’s side window, her body leaned over the seat and a coy smile playing on her lips. Frankie’s chest rumbled with laughter as he hung up the pump and walked over to her, pressing a kiss to her lips as she leaned out of the window.

“Need a strong man to help you out, miss?” He put on an old timey voice and opened the door, climbing into his seat and starting the car. Becca rolled her eyes and giggled as she handed him the soda, his skilled hands easily undoing the cap with one of his keys before handing the bottle back to her. Becca’s lips parted as she took in the look on his face, hungry and full of desire as he watched her hand wrap around the bottle.

“Thank you,” she breathed out in a fluster as she lifted the bottle to her lips, a droplet of the soda running down her chin. Frankie leaned over and kissed it away, a soft gasp slipping out as she pulled the bottle away and set it down in the cup holder, Frankie’s lips kissing their way from chin to soda-wet pout. Becca held the sides of his face as he kissed her slowly, thoroughly, as though he hoped to make it last the rest of the drive.

A honk from behind them interrupted the kiss, Frankie pulling away with a breathy chuckle, a blush on his cheeks as he buckled his seatbelt and pulled out onto the road. Glancing over at the woman beside him, he couldn’t help but grin as he realized her eyes were glued to his profile, his hand reaching over to intertwine with hers.

“Who’s going to be the DJ?” He asked after they’d gotten onto the main highway. “Because I’m pretty sure all my music is from before you were born.”

“That’s my favorite kind of music.” She leaned over the center console and pressed a kiss to his cheek. She pulled out her phone and connected it to the car’s bluetooth, scrolling with one hand to find the perfect first song for the road trip. “Oh, this is…this is perfect.”

Frankie smiled so widely his cheeks were beginning to hurt as Two of Us by The Beatles began to play, Becca’s hand reaching to turn up the volume so that she could sing along in peace.

“Two of us riding nowhere, spending someone’s hard-earned pay. You and me Sunday driving, not arriving, on our way back home. We’re on our way home, we’re on our way home, we’re going home.” She sang along to the lyrics and looked out the window at the passing sights, pointing at the sight of horses in a field. “Why is it that anytime anyone passes a horse on a road trip, they have to point it out?”

“How many horses do you see everyday in LA?” He countered over the music as the song started to end. She looked back at him and nodded.

“Touché.” He chuckled and squeezed her hand. “Ooo, you’re gonna like what’s next.”

“Oh, am I?” He listened intently until he heard the beginnings of Groove Is In The Heart begin to play. He gasped and looked over at her with sheer delighted surprise. “Oh my god, you’re perfect.”

“The chills that you spill up my back leave me filled with satisfaction when we’re done, satisfaction of what’s to come,” she let go of his hand to dance to the song, vogueing although she didn’t have any clue of how to properly vogue. Frankie doubled over with laughter, struggling to keep his eyes on the road as he joined her for the bridge and chorus.

“No I couldn’t ask for another, I couldn’t ask for another. Groove is the heart,” they sang in unison before giggling like two kids. Frankie looked over at her with a shake of his head, fighting back the urge to tell her how deeply he felt for her.

It was too soon to say he loved her. He knew it that in the rational part of his mind. But every other part of him couldn’t be bothered to care about time, too consumed with loving her to pay it any mind. Still, the rationality won out, and he resigned to just grabbing her hand again and squeezing it. He hoped that would satiate his heart for at least a little longer.

Two or so hours later, the pair found themselves taking a pit stop at Balboa Park in San Diego, desperately needing to stretch their legs and take a break from the boring view of the highway.

Frankie leaned back against the grass with his hands propping him up, Becca’s head rested on his lap as she laid with him. She held up her current read, Dostoyevsky’s Crime and Punishment, and blocked the sun with it. Frankie leaned his head back and basked in the warmth of the summer day as he listened to her reading out loud to him. She pulled him into a sort of meditative trance for a while, one he hoped to never get pulled out of, but of course…

Frankie sighed as he tugged out his phone from his pocket, his boss’s caller ID on his screen.

“It’s work,” he groaned, sliding the green arrow to accept the call. “Hello?”

Becca sat patiently as Frankie had his ear talked off, the person on the other line listing off this month’s of flight changes and cancellations, none of which adding up to more time for him at home.

“Alright, sounds good. Bye.” Frankie exhaled as he ended the call, laying all the way back onto the grass and covering his face with his hands. Becca frowned at him and rolled over, resting her chin on his chest. “Gonna be so busy this month.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” she rubbed his chest and kept her voice tender. Frankie sat back up, Becca joining him and watching him carefully.

“I just feel bad because I’m going to be gone all the whole month. Aside from this week and our New York trip, I’m hardly going to get to see you.” He pouted, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Don’t feel bad,” she gave him a soft smile and a shrug before kissing his forehead. “It’s a part of your job.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t sign up for all this.”

“I promise you, I’m not going anywhere,” she assured as she stood up and held her hand out for him to take. “Come on, let’s beat the traffic.”

Frankie and Becca walked hand in hand to the car, both too tired and happy with one another to dwell on the logistics of their future any longer. When they reached the car, Becca reached for her door and Frankie lovingly swatted her hand away, smiling down at her as he grabbed it and opened it up for her. “We’re gonna get you used to this door thing.”

“Yeah? And what if I’m a strong independent woman who insists on opening it myself?” She grinned as she leaned into him, his arm hugging the small of her back and pulling her in tight. He grinned down and placed a sweet peck to her lips before patting her ass through her jeans.

“Guess you’re just gonna have to fight me over it every time then.” He whispered as he kept his face close to hers, Becca on her tip toes as she pecked his lips once more and climbed into the car.

As he walked around to his side of the vehicle, his phone began to buzz in his pocket again. His scowl turned into a smile when he saw that the incoming call was from his closest friend, Santiago Garcia, nicknamed “Pope” from their days in the military. He pressed the green button to pick up the call and climbed into the driver’s seat, turning on the car. “What’s up?”

“Are you back in town yet?” Frankie’s phone connected to the car’s stereo and the call sounded out through the speakers. “Benny and I got tickets to a show tonight, if you wanna tag along.”

Frankie looked over at Becca as she tried to pretend as though she wasn’t affected by the possibility of their plans changing, tugging out her book and opening it up to the page she was last on.

“I’m in San Diego right now. Becca and I just stopped to stretch our legs, but we should be in town in a couple hours.” Becca smiled to herself at the fact that his friend already knew who she was. “If you can get two more tickets, I’m down.”

“Oh, am I on speaker? Can I say hi to your new lady?” Becca turned pink as she lifted her eyes to meet Frankie’s, obviously shy about meeting his friend but not wanting to come across as rude. He urged her on with a smile and his hand intertwining with hers.

“H-hi,” she greeted through a nervous and almost girlish voice, Frankie’s smile turning into a grin at the sight of her so bashful.

“Oh shit, hello! Fish has been talking about you nonstop all week—“

“Fish?” Becca asked with a curious smirk, her eyes meeting Frankie’s embarrassed flush.

“Oh, he hasn’t told you about his nickname? Don’t worry, I’ll fill you in when I see you tonight—“

“Alright, pal. Get those tickets.” Frankie hung up on her out of sheer embarrassment, turning pink in the cheeks as Becca grinned at him.

“All week, huh?” She teased with her lip bitten between her teeth, poking his stomach. Frankie rolled his eyes and smiled bashfully at her, her heart fluttering at the sight.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He chuckled and avoided looking at her due to his goofy grin, instead focusing on getting them to the I-5.

“You know, you can go hang out with your friends tonight if you want. He sounded like he really missed you.” Frankie’s eyes finally turned to hers in a quick glance, his smile fading as he listened to her selflessly give up her quality time with him out of respect for his friendships.

“No, I want to spend tonight with you. If they get the tickets, we can both go and hang out for a couple hours, but…” He reached over and grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it. “I want tonight to be about us.”

“Us doing…what…exactly?” Frankie listened to her tone turn sultry, her hand lowering from his mouth to his lap, fingertips trailing up and down his thigh. He chuckled and bit his fist as her hand wandered upwards to his crotch, palming him through his shorts.

“Baby…do you want me to crash the car?” He asked as his eyes flickered to her wicked grin, her shoulders shrugging. “Devil woman.”

“What? You want me to stop?” She pulled her hand away from him but he was quick to grab her wrist and put it back. She grinned at the action and slid her hand into the waistband of his basketball shorts, pulling him out and pumping him until he was fully erect for her. “How long until we’re at your house?”

“An hour and a half.” His voice was strained as he tried to focus his eyes on the road, his entire body tensing under her touch.

“That’s a long time away. Might need to pull over somewhere private.” Frankie gasped when Becca cut herself off and lowered her mouth to his aching erection, bobbing up and down on him as though she was on a mission. The car swerved a bit and Frankie fixed his eyes back on the road, his breathing ragged as she chuckled against him, lifting off and pumping him in her hand. “Didn’t think you’d actually crash the car.”

“I warned you,” he chuckled and made his way over to the right-most lane, preparing to take an exit by the beach. “You’re a temptress. Sent straight from hell to tempt me into sinning.”

“Am I doing a good job?” She smirked as he pulled off towards the beach.

“Well, I was already a sinner.” He shot her a smile that made her center throb, turning back to the road so that he could find a parking spot by the beach where no one could see them. “This reminds me of our first date. In the beach parking lot…”

“When you made me cum twice?” She bit her lip and looked into the backseat where it all happened, Frankie’s eyes flickering to her as she did it. He quickly parked the car and tugged her onto his lap, sliding his seat backwards to make more room for her. Becca fumbled with the button of her jeans before finally unzipping them, tugging them down to her knees and turning around to face the wheel. She gripped him and slid the tip of his length over her wetness before sinking down. Frankie gasped at the surprise breech, her heat feeling like home around his throbbing cock. He gripped her hips, holding her down on him so that she could adjust to his size, his lips pressing against her t-shirt covered shoulder. “Sorry, just needed to feel you.”

“Add that to the list of things I never want to hear you apologizing for.” He mumbled against her and moaned when she lifted her hips up and brought them back down, continuing like that in slow bounces that had him reeling. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby.”

“You feel so good.” She breathed out and sped up her bounces until she was seeing stars, his hips shifting to angle his cock right against her g-spot. Becca gripped the steering wheel and used it for leverage as she worked for her orgasm. “I’m going to cum, baby. Make me cum.”

“Fuck!” He groaned as he felt his orgasm building, knowing that he had to pull out of her since he wasn’t wearing a condom but she just felt too fucking good to stop. “Baby, need you to cum. I’m about to…fuck…can’t cum inside you.”

“Why not?” She panted out as the beginning of her climax began to trickle over her, her knuckles white from her grip on the steering wheel.

“Temptress…” he chuckled out as he rested his forehead between her shoulder blades.

“I’m cumming, Frankie. Cum with me. Cum inside me.” Becca halted her hips as her orgasm tore through her, Frankie now thrusting up into her as he sought out his release. His head fell back against the seat and fingers gripped her hips so hard it would leave a mark as he came inside of her.

“Fuck! Jesus…I think I died.” He moaned as the aftershocks of his climax ripped through him, Becca turning her head to look back at him with a satisfied grin. He chuckled and shook his head at her, leaning forward and kissing her shoulder. “I haven’t done that in a very long time.”

“It’s okay, I’m on the pill.” She lifted herself off of him and his eyes lowered to watch as his release dripped out of her and onto his spent cock, a guttural moan coming from his chest at the sight. Becca climbed back into her seat and looked down at the mess, licking her lips.

“Let me take care of that.” She lowered her tongue to him and licked off the mess, Frankie’s brows lacing together as he watched her suck him clean. Another soft moan was pulled from him and she pulled away with a smirk, wiping her mouth. “Okay, I think I can make it the rest of the trip now.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me, baby. And guess what? I’m just gonna let it happen.”

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retrosofa · 2 years ago

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Let’s have a look at Mahou no Mako-chan episodes 14 to 26!

Episode 14: This episode is absolutely insane. Mako nearly gets run over by Akira, who’s currently a truck driver for the Tomida construction company. He gives her a package and asks if she could deliver it to Tomiko. Mako agrees but is a little sad because she thinks Akira might have feelings for Tomiko. However, it’s revealed the package actually contains all of the letters Tomiko wrote to Akira. He didn’t even open them! Tomiko is beside herself. (I crack up every time I watch this scene. He was so unbelievably shitty for that. I don’t know why but they made Akira such a fuckboy in this episode.)

Tomiko blames all of this on Mako, insisting Akira must be in love her. She starts rumors about Mako and Akira throughout the school which travels into the neighborhood. Urashima gets so pissed he slaps Mako and stops talking to her. Then Mako gets kicked out of school! It’s all so wild. Mako leaves for uh... days (?) looking for Akira to prove her innocence. At one point she runs into Tomiko, who tells her that Akira has committed suicide. Mako believes it at first but then remembers he would never do such a thing. Mako finally finds Akira again, who gives her a flower. The episode ends with Urashima apologizing to Mako for being a total shithead.Total insanity. Is it weird I really like this episode? The way everyone treats Mako is completely horrible but it’s a very entertaining episode.

This episode marks the last time the Tomiko-Akira-Mako love triangle is brought up, which I think is disappointing. Also, this is the last time we see Akira until like... episode 40-something.

Episode 15: Unmemorable episode. Mako meets two men who want to start their own band.

Episode 16: The principal’s daughter, Yuriko, comes back from France with a proposal to enforce expensive uniforms at Karatachi Academy. Mako and her classmates reject the idea. At one point Mako is suspended but still comes to school (as a form of protest). Tomiko snitches on her and Urashima slaps Mako for her disobedience again. God, he sucks so bad. Yuriko and the principal eventually give in after the students continue protesting.

This episode is okay. It’s nice seeing Mako and her friends organize against the school and also support their teacher (he’s put on leave at one point due his students objecting to the uniforms). Urashima continues to be the worst character in the entire series. This is the third time he has hit Mako! Old bastard. Amusingly, Shinya Takahashi handled the animation for the beginning and end of the episode but was not the actual animation director.

Episode 17: The star baseball player of Karatachi Academy, Tsudo, is in poor health and doesn’t have much longer to live. Mako finds out he’s been receiving letters from a mysterious girl named “Yukiko” who he considers his girlfriend. One night Mako claims to be Yukiko to give Tsudo some sort of peace before he dies. But Tsudo knows she’s lying, because Yukiko doesn’t exist. It turns out he’s been writing those letters to himself out of loneliness.

What a twist! I actually really love this episode but Fumio Eto’s godawful animating skills really take away from it. It’s so well written and directed but the visuals just falls flat. They really should’ve had a more talented animator handle this one. Oh well.

Episode 18: Mako meets a boy at the pool and it turns out he works for Tomiko’s family. Tomiko gets jealous and starts shit. Blah, blah, blah. The animation for this episode is really rough looking. Not much else to say.

Episode 19: Mako’s wealthy classmate Miyuki has recently stopped going to school and now hangs out with a motorcycle gang. It turns out her parents have gone bankrupt and left her behind. Mako tries to reason with Miyuki but nothing gets through to her. With nowhere else to go and no family to turn to, Miyuki takes one last motorcycle ride and commits suicide.

This episode starts out pretty light hearted with a subplot about Urashima’s pet monkey, Kiiko, sneaking off to play with Miyuki and then it turns into a serious teen drama. The ending still takes me back every time I watch it.

Episode 20: Oh boy, was this a stinker. Taro and Jiro’s aunt wants to be a flight attendant because the man she loves is a pilot. HOWEVER! She has bad eyesight and “can never be a flight attendant.” Lol What? Do you really need perfect eye-sight to be a flight attendant?

Episode 21: The school janitor's daughter is visiting from Brazil. There’s only one problem: he’s been lying to her, claiming to be the principal of Karatachi Academy. Mako and her friends convince the real principal to keep the lie going for his daughter’s visit.

This episode isn’t great. There isn’t much conflict until the very end, when Tomiko’s mother nearly outs the janitor. It’s actually a pretty boring episode. Also what kind of morals are they trying to teach here?

Episode 22: Mako receives a letter from an unknown sender that turns out to be a funeral invitation. The letter was actually from a mysterious boy wants Mako’s help with protecting a large cedar tree. A construction crew has been destroying the forest and they’re planning on taking down the cedar tree next.

The boy is later revealed to be the fairy of the forest and knew that Mako was a mermaid who had a magical pendant. They get into an interesting argument about trusting mankind and Mako ends up lending him her pendant. Unfortunately it doesn’t help and the construction crew cuts down the tree. The fairy disappears and leaves behind Mako’s pendant.

I absolutely love this episode. Visually, it’s just downright gorgeous. The backgrounds of the countryside are beautifully done and Shinya Takahashi’s character animation is top notch here. Yoshinori Kanada even did some key animation for this episode. This is also probably one of the few episodes where Taro and Jiro aren’t annoying or feel shoehorned in.

It was cool seeing Mako interact with another supernatural being, something that unfortunately doesn’t happen again until the end of the series. I also really liked that the fairy was depicted as some random bug-eyed little boy.

Episode 23: Twin hi-jinks! Mako meets a girl named Minori who looks almost exactly like her. Minori’s grandfather is arranging for her to get married but she only wants to be with a mysterious man who saved her little sister’s life sometime ago. Mako sympathizes with Minori and offers to help her out.

This episode is cute. Mako brings up Akira again, which is refreshing. Continuity! Yay! Fumio Eto handled this episode, so it looks like shitty but not as shitty as usual. That’s a good sign, right?

Episode 24: Mako’s school needs a copy of her family’s registry, but she obviously doesn’t have one. Things take a super dramatic turn when Tomiko’s mother suggests sending Mako off to a specialist so she can cure her “amnesia.” Mako’s father eventually pops in and saves the day.

I had a bit of a problem understanding this episode, but at one point Bancho and his friend attempt arson? I think they were trying to destroy some official documents to help Mako out. I’m not sure.

Also at one point Bancho mentions having an older sister. She never appears in the series but gets brought up again in a later episode. Just something I thought was worth mentioning. Personally, I wish she would’ve made a formal appearance.

Episode 25: Mako, Taro, Jiro, Kumagoro and a young boy must find a new home for a group of monkeys whose natural habitat is threatened. Not much to say about this one. It drags on and there’s not even a real conclusion. Boring.

Episode 26: Prince Hans of Escalia is smitten by Mako and insists on spending the day with her. There are a lot of funny shenanigans here, with Mako’s father and the old sea crone worrying about Mako’s lack of etiquette. This episode is a typical “Roman Holiday” type of story but it’s cute! Hans speaks German and teaches Mako some words and sayings throughout their date. One phrase he can bring himself to translate is “Ich liebe dich.”

There’s a lot of fun animation techniques used here. Definitely a must-see episode.

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pipelinelaserraygun · 11 months ago

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peachywise · 2 years ago

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Lessons in Honesty: part 2

steve harrington x reader

chapter 2

– other chapters: part 1 ⋆ part 2 ⋆ part 3 ⋆ part 4 ⋆ part 5 ⋆ part 6 ⋆ part 7 ⋆ part 8

– series synopsis: Being Robin Buckley’s younger sibling had always been uneventful, up until she got herself tangled with Steve Harrington. And really, you were happy for her. She deserved friends. What was bothersome was when he got let in on small secrets like your infatuation with Eddie Munson, and decided to take it into his own hands to try and get him to pay attention to you-- by pretending to be your boyfriend.

– notes: hello hello!! thank you so much for all the love on the first chapter of this series. if you haven’t read it, feel free to click the link to part one above!! i love this chapter-- my jokes are stupid, and eddie is fun. no trigger warning that i can think of, so please enjoy!!

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"Pipsqueak, catch!"

There was no reason for Eddie to say catch. He had tossed it before he called out, knowing you wouldn't have time. It only resulted in you turning your head at just the right moment for the shirt to smack onto your face. At least it was a soft object. He'd done the same thing with a soda can once, and while you managed to step out of the way, it exploded on you when it landed on the ground.

Gripping the thin cotton shirt, you dropped it on your lap with a slight scowl at the curly-haired boy. Of course, that infectious grin of his that transformed his face from serious indifference to an overwhelming brightness that made you think you had suddenly stroked out couldn't be ignored. You ended up laughing and shaking your head exasperatedly. "Yeah, thanks for that!" You replied, standing up to tug the baseball tee over top of the shirt you were already wearing.

Your other Hellfire shirt had been stained, and it took them a while to get a new one made. And it wasn't from the soda can, by the way. Those stains came out just fine. Instead, the culprit was a leaky pen in the middle of math class. You almost wish it had been because of the soda incident.

"White's your colour. Innocent, pure— fitting for someone who's never taken a single misstep. Then again, there is a demon on it. Can't be all innocent if you're in the 'satanic' D&D club." One might think this sort of thing sounded flirty given his assessing gaze and smirk, but it was clear it wasn't when it came out of Eddie's mouth. It was just a taunt, a tease, and one he knew would wiggle its way under your skin.

"If you'd have tacked on virginal to that sentence, I would have kicked your ass," you deadpanned.

His smirk stayed the same. "Didn't need to. You just said it for me."

"Whatever," you muttered, fiddling with the strap of your backpack as you readjusted it on your shoulder. Way to be smooth. Argue with him as a means to get his attention. Maybe you felt awkward because you were alone with him in the club room. You barely ever spent any time with Eddie alone. Not for lack of wanting, but what were you going to do? Invite him to watch a movie or something? He'd probably either laugh at you or think you were talking about it in terms of the Hellfire Club, and everyone would tag along anyway. You were shocked enough at lunch when Eddie asked you to meet him here after class. You'd gotten your hopes up about it, thinking of the things he might want to talk to you about in private, out of view of the others.

Turns out it was just because he had your shirt here.

All those hopes got kicked like the little puppy he saw you as.

"You impatient or something?" Eddie continued on, your gaze averting from the scuff on your shoe back up to him again. He was leaning against the table, arms crossed like he intended to stay for a while. Maybe there was something more he wanted to talk to you about.

"Got Harrington waiting for you again?"

Uh.

"What?" You questioned in a voice too high-pitched to be brushed off as casual. You were rooted to your spot on the floor.

"I saw you leaving in his car a couple of days ago," he merely shrugged.

That was the day Steve mentioned that stupid plan about fake dating to get Eddie's attention. You hadn't talked to him since, had honestly just brushed off the whole thing as something completely out of the realm of possibility. But for Eddie to have noticed that? And bring it up? There was no way.

"Yeah, he uh-" you cleared your throat, repeating the term be cool repeatedly in your head as if it might work. "He's friends with my sister." You felt like more words should have been tacked onto the end of that sentence. It barely even answered his question at all. But what else could you say without stupidly rambling about it? It's not like he actually cared or anything like that. He was just asking to make small talk. Probably.

Eddie raised an eyebrow, pushing himself away from the table to saunter closer to you in that loose goofy-ish way he sometimes did. "Ah," he breathed out as if it all made sense. "So you're just like the other kiddos he hangs around with then? Didn't think you needed to be babysat."

Christ. You should have elaborated more.

"No," you reared back, a small frown pulling at your lips at the implication he saw you as some sort of… baby. "I mean, we're like… friends too. Outside of my sister. We hang out." That was a bit (or a lot) of a stretch, but it was closer to the truth than the implication you were like the Hellfire freshmen. You didn't really feel like picking up the nickname 'Henderson 2.0.'

"You hang out?" Eddie said, his question coming from a place that sounded like doubt and not genuine curiosity. He smiled, nodding his head slowly. "Okay. Alright. Didn't take his type as the sort of crowd you'd willingly hang around with, but maybe I pegged you wrong."

"Well, he's got all the good hair products, so," you attempted a joke. You were thankful Eddie let out one chuff of a laugh, his smile growing a bit wider, maybe less distanced.

He moved closer to you and put his hand on your head, mussing up your hair as you swatted his arm and tried to step back. Nothing knocks you down a level than your crush hair ruffling you. "You need them," he joked around, moving away and closer to the door. Eddie gave an exaggerated twist out of the frame, only to lean back in and give you a small salute. "See you later, Pip." And with that, he was gone.

And all you could say to yourself as you stared at the empty space he used to be was a disbelieving and whispered, "holy shit."

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You'd been pacing around your room for a few minutes now, trying to talk yourself out of what you were planning to do. It was getting so bad that you left track marks on your old and faded carpet. Granted, you tended to pace a lot, so it was from years of endless back and forth. That's the price of anxiety.

But hey, this was an anxiety-inducing situation! You were going to agree to fake date Steve. Mentally, it was a lot, especially when you'd been so hell-bent on saying no. It wasn't until you and Eddie's talk today that it all flew out the window. He just had to go and bring up Steve, didn't he? You weren't so naïve to think that it was some sort of jealous reaction on Eddie's part. At least, not in the way you were hoping it was. But it was enough of a reaction that you thought maybe Steve's stupid plan might work in the long run.

Letting out a long sigh to try and release some of that pressure bubbling inside you, you stopped where you were and grabbed your phone, dialling before you had a chance to second-guess yourself.

"What's up, you got Steve at Family Video. How can I help?" Came a bored tone on the other end of the line. You took one more calming breath.

"I'll do it."

All went silent, the only sound a soft humming buzz from the receiver.

"…Rent a video?"

"No!" You raised your voice, though you quickly cleared your throat and settled yourself back down. The last thing you needed was Robin coming in here and asking what you were doing. This was one of the only days she didn't work with Steve, and you got lucky with that. "No, I mean I'll date you. I mean fake date you—whatever. Can I meet you after work?"

"Buckley? Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure," Steve replied in a sort of robotic tone. It sounded like his thoughts hadn't entirely caught up with his mouth. "Why the sudden change of heart?"

"I'll tell you about it later. What time are you off? Nine?"

He must have found something about the interaction funny because he let out one puff of a winded laugh. "Just after. You don't have to walk all the way here. I'll come pick you up—"

"And have Robin see? No. She'd just hop in your car and think you're here for her. I'll see you then."

Steve started to say your name in protest again, but it was too late. You took the phone away from your ear and hung up the line.

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"What's the plan?"

You were being blunt, but it wasn't without reason. It was understandable that your nerves were on edge. You've never done anything like this before. Being stuffed up in this car didn't help with the weird suffocating feeling building up in your lungs. You were barely even looking at him, instead finicking with the seatbelt strap, focusing on ignoring the automatic urge to clip it on anytime you got into a car. You would have preferred talking outside at that picnic bench over there, but Steve complained that it was too cold and said— as if it were his motto— 'get in the damn car.'

"Oh, how was work, you asked?" He jovially said, catching your eye as you turned your attention to him with a blank stare. "Yeah, it was great. I had some guy return an empty E.T. case and told me government officials took it for evidence." Ah. So it was passive aggressiveness. Nice. Still, it deflated some of the nerves you had built up over these past couple of hours of waiting. You visibly relaxed in your seat.

"Pleasantries. How could I forget." You offered back, repressing a tiny smile. "Did he at least seem remorseful about it?"

"Nope. Chucked the thing at me and ran out of the store." Steve continued with a shake of his head. "Idiot forgot I can still find his information on file."

The wonders of technology. You felt bad for laughing, but it was pretty bizarre. It deserved a laugh. "You should call him up and pretend to be the FBI. Tell him you reported him for involving the government in an elaborate lie."

Steve grinned. "I think impersonating the FBI is a federal offence, but I'll keep that in mind."

The smile you'd been trying to fight back won out and morphed into a grin similar to Steve's. Maybe it made some sense why so many girls fawned at his feet in high school. He had a pretty nice smile.

"Alright, so you going to tell me what changed your mind?"

Oh. Right. No distractions. Not that Steve's smile was all that distracting. Really.

"Yeah," you blinked, turning your head away as you let go of the seatbelt and crossing your arms comfortably over your chest. "Eddie brought you up today. I guess he saw me get into your car the last time." Steve's eyebrow quirked at that, but you didn't want him to get any wrong ideas about what that may have meant. "I don't think it was jealousy," you quickly added, sitting up a bit straighter. "At least not in the way I'd hope for. I think it annoys him that Dustin and the guys sometimes hang out with you, and he lumped me in with them or something."

"But he noticed it?" His words prodded you like a joking poke to your side.

"He noticed it," you confirmed lightly, breezily. Not as if you had replayed the scene multiple times in your head since then, trying to dissect Eddie's movements, facial tics, and every single change in his tone of voice.

"Then it seems we've made a deal?" Steve looked at you expectedly, his grin even wider as he held out his hand for what looked to be a fist bump. You rolled your eyes but gave him one anyway.

"Yes, but--" you started, watching him lower his hand with a wary look. Jesus, what the hell was he expecting you to say? That it'd cost him his firstborn? Or worse, all his bottles of hairspray? "We need a plan to go about this. I don't think anyone in their right mind would believe that we just started dating out of the blue. I've only really hung out with you when Robin was around."

Steve nodded his head as you spoke. "You're right," he muttered, a faraway look taking over his features as his brow furrowed in a way that was becoming increasingly familiar to you. His thinking face. And oh, how serious it was.

It only took him a few seconds to snap out of it, and he did by clapping his hands very loudly. So loudly, in fact, that you jumped in your seat and a slight ring buzzed in your ears. You mumbled a soft curse under your breath as you brought a hand up to rub at your temple.

"Then we just tell people we're hanging out at first and progress from there. I'll pick you up sometimes from class, and we'll just chill or go get some food or something. If we're gonna be fake dating, it's probably a good thing we learn more about one another anyway."

Okay. Okay, yeah, that could work. Better yet—

"We can always set up some weird scenario for whoever to walk in on to make it seem like they've 'discovered' we're more than friendly. It'll probably be the only way Robin believes it given my uh—" How does one say this without making it sound as juvenile as it was. "Infatuation with Eddie." Great. That sounded way more natural.

"Define a weird scenario."

Shit. You'd been so wrapped up in your own ideas that you didn't even notice the odd look Steve was giving you. It was easy to tell where his thoughts had drifted to. You smacked his arm. "I'm not talking about sex, you idiot. I mean kissing and jumping apart or something. Fake kissing. We should make that a rule. I'm okay with hand-holding or hugs, but we should draw a clear line."

"Rules on kissing. Never imagined fake dating could be so romantic," Steve joked.

"If I wanted romance lessons, I'd go somewhere else," you retorted. This was clearly an arrangement of convenience. Nothing more, nothing less.

Steve gave a mock-wounded look. Brat.

"Okay, so hugging and touching or whatever is fine then?"

"If you're comfortable with that?" You realized you never really clarified what he was expecting or willing to do out of this arrangement.

He snorted. "I don't know. I'll have to ask my pastor if it will ruin my relationship with God."

A simple 'yes' would have sufficed just fine.

"We'll just take it as we go, okay? We pre-plan all this shit, and we won't come off natural at all. Robin will try sticking her nose in this anyway, so the more we just behave like ourselves, the less weird it will be," Steve continued.

He was right. It settled your mind enough that you were no longer trying to choreograph specific actions in your head that you could whip out on a dime. However, it was still going to be weird. It was going to be something hard to adjust to. You'd be spending a lot more time with Steve Harrington than you ever thought you would. Maybe you could finally make sense of how the hell your sister and him struck up a friendship in the first place, given how much she complained about him when she first started working at Scoops Ahoy.

"She'll try to kill us, you know." You didn't even need to say who the 'she' was, it was so apparent. The act of keeping something from Robin didn't exactly sit well, but even if you told her the truth about this, it would never work. She'd still pressure Steve about Nancy and then spoil your secret with her inability to keep her mouth shut for more than five seconds at a time. You loved her, but damn was she bad at secret-keeping. Look at how long she lasted before she blabbed your crush on Eddie to Steve.

"She won't kill me. You'll just find my balls cut off in your freezer," Steve grimaced, staring at the lone street lamp outside in silence for a few seconds.

Then you laughed. And he laughed. And everything was right in the world.

"They won't take up much space," you stated with your most innocent smile.

Steve glanced at you. "Thanks, yeah. Very mature of you," he muttered. Still, you saw him fighting back to keep his mouth from grinning wide and laughing again.

As everything within you started to emotionally wind down, you were getting prepared to leave when Steve reached into his pockets for his keys. He asked, "so when's your next club thing? I'll pick you up from that. That way Eddie and the other losers will see."

You watched as he put the keys in the ignition and turned his car on. What the hell? "Uh… Friday. It'll end late at around eight-thirty, or nine?" you replied with confusion, quickly following it up with a "Steve, I'm still in your car," in case he somehow forgot. You wouldn't put it past him.

"I know that," Steve deadpanned, the car lurching forward. "I'm taking you home."

You started to protest, but that demanding paternalistic voice he sometimes had came out clear when he cut you off. "I'll drop you off a block before your house. Robin won't see, so stop flipping out."

You weren't flipping out. Yet. You might have, but there really wasn't much to complain about if you could get out a block before your house. Not that you could really complain about someone offering you a ride home. It was too nice of a gesture. Especially when he didn't have to.

"Thanks, Steve," you replied a little quieter.

Steve peered towards you for a second from the corner of his eye as he shifted in his seat. "You're welcome."

There was a beat of silence.

"I feel bad I never told you that your zipper has been undone this entire time now."

Looking down and back up again with an admittedly impressive speed, Steve slapped his hand hard on his steering wheel. "Oh, come on!" He gave a pissed-off shout as he used the other hand to clumsily pull it back up.

Yikes. It was probably like that his whole shift then, huh?

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a-wildemusing · 2 years ago

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a failed mission leads to telling Itadori goodbye.

a/n: so for some reason, this text post glitched (also weirdly the other ones too of this series) and some of the written part was messed up, but fixed it. (hopefully.)

(for more)

warning: it’s a little sad? some mistakes.

Standing by the pathform waiting for the train that was going to take you away. You wore a baseball hat to shield your identity. Wearing casual clothing to blend in with the crowd. So many thoughts are racing on your mind, but you were thankful that it was busy day. The noise keeping you grounded. The trains passing every now and then on other path forms, the sounds of the machines and the monitors, the city sound and the people in the area moving around, talking. The comfortable sounds of your sensei nearby speaking to whoever he was on the phone with.

Gojo was the one to escort you to the safe house that you will be staying out. He stood a couple feet away so it wouldn’t look like you two were together.

There was sheer lay of comfortability knowing Gojo was near, but you were still on edge.

It would be a couple years of hiding, you thought. A couple years of pretending to be someone else. A couple of years without your friends and mentors. Well that’s what you hoped for—just a couple of years.

Your body was still slightly sore. You shifted the bag you had with you to shoulder to shoulder. You couldn’t really bring too many things. Gojo said he will give you money for things when you got relocated.

So lost in your thoughts you don’t realize the person standing slightly too close to you. Rookie mistake but once you looked over from the corner of your eye and realized who it was. But the reason that you didn’t sense any danger was because the person standing next to you was someone familiar. The tears wanted to escape your eyes.

His pinky inches closer to your hand and until your hands are both intertwined together. Both of you standing straight ahead. The both of you trying your best to not be obvious.

“I know you said, I shouldn’t come near but I couldn’t help it.”

“I know.”

Your hand slightly tightens and Itadori gives a light squeeze as well. It was paining you that you couldn’t just hug Yuji that this whole last goodbye will play out this way.

“I don’t want you to leave.” You heard Itadori’s voice start to choke up.

“I don’t…either. But I messed up and I have to deal with the consequences that I caused.” You slightly shifted closer. “It’s not going to last long. They eventually get tired of looking for me and I will be able to come back.” You felt that last sentence you spoke to be a lie.

“Can’t Gojo do something? Talk to the higher ups or I don’t know… What about principal Yaga.”

“Yuji. This was the only way. I didn’t know I was going to be messing with the wrong people.”

Before anyone can say anything. The train that you and Gojo were waiting for arrives. Your hand was the first to let go. It pained you that you just had to keep walking and couldn’t look back. You got in the cart. After everyone was in the train cart you finally turned around to look at Itadori.

You watched him with sad eyes. As the doors slide closed. You continued to watch him, the both of you not breaking eye contact.

You mouthed. “Goodbye.” Then the train went into motion leaving Itadori getting smaller and smaller into the distance.

“I will update them as much as I can. But in my opinion they probably should know less of what is happening with you.” You heard the voice from your side spoke.

You finally looked over and Gojo was standing next to you. You gave him a defeated nod in response.

“This is frustrating. "The higher ups sent you on this mission with little information...They want to keep those people pleased." Gojo whispered in the background and sighs. He looks at you. “Don’t worry, Yn. I’ill do what I can while you are gone. You will be back home with us soon.”

"Thank you, Gojo." Gojo was about to say something else, but he closed his mouth. He pats your shoulder for reassurance, you both continue to stand waiting for the next train station. You were somewhat at ease again by the quietness of the train cart, but the peace didn't last long.

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a/n: I hope you enjoyed that. I have more of this series coming soon. I left it pretty vague with what exactly happens to Yn. That part is for yall’s imaginations. lol

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spacetime1969 · 3 years ago

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Surviving Jurassic World! A Brooklynn Exclusive! Interlude 2: Q&A

October 20th, YouTube video posted to BrooklynnUnboxesTheWorld:

The video starts showing the campers sitting on the couch. They wave before Brooklynn starts talking.

ALL: Hey!

BROOKLYNN: Hey guys! Welcome to our Q&A! We’ll have a regular episode next week but we wanted to take this opportunity to answer any questions you guys have about the series or about Isla Nublar.

KENJI: So we had you guys send in some questions and we have the top ones here in this hat.

He holds up a Jurassic World baseball cap and shakes it, the folded papers inside rattling around.

BROOKLYNN: I’ll start us off first.

She reaches into the hat and pulls out a piece of paper.

BROOKLYNN: Okay, first question. “How are you guys still alive?”

YAZ: Dumb luck.

The other campers laugh at Yaz’s deadpan reply before Brooklynn continues.

BROOKLYNN: You’ll just have to watch and see.

Ben reaches into the hat and pulls out another question.

BEN: “Does Darius still like dinosaurs?”

He looks up and raises an eyebrow at Darius, who grins.

DARIUS: Absolutely! I mean, I don’t want to go back to Isla Nublar anytime soon, but I still love dinosaurs!

Ben passes the hat to Darius and he pulls another question out.

DARIUS: “How did you get the security camera footage?”

He puts the paper down and looks at Brooklynn.

DARIUS: Want to take this one Brook?

BROOKLYNN: Yeah. Turns out that Jurassic World's security system was set up to store security footage so that it could be reviewed. As for how we got that footage, you’ll just have to wait and see.

Darius passes the hat to Kenji who reads the next question.

KENJI: “What are your opinions on dinosaurs? Should they be exterminated?”

BEN & SAMMY (together): No!

SAMMY: Most dinos are wonderful critters. Even the carnivores are just living their lives.

DARIUS: Yeah! The dinosaurs are living creatures and deserve the same chance to live as any other animal.

The other campers nodded in agreement and Kenji passed the hat to Yaz.

YAZ: “Why didn’t you make it to the ferries?”

Kenji laughs.

KENJI: You’ll just have to wait until next week's episode.

Sammy laughed and grabbed the hat from Yaz.

SAMMY: Ooh, let’s see here. “Were you the only survivors who didn’t make it off the island?”

DARIUS: As far as we know yeah. We searched the island pretty thoroughly while we were trying to find ways off the island, and we didn’t see any signs of other living survivors.

BROOKLYNN: “Next question. Were there any adults with you? What happened to Roxie and Dave?”

DARIUS: Like the last question we were the only survivors on the island. Dave and Roxie chased us all across the island when the Indominus escaped, but we didn’t make it to the ferry with them.

BEN: They actually tried to stay and look for us, but they got shoved on a boat and were forced to leave with everyone else.

Ben pulls a question out of the hat as he talks.

KENJI: “Why did Sammy steal Brooklynn’s phone?”

BROOKLYNN: This one is actually kinda important.

YAZ: Turns out that Sammy here was actually a spy. It’s also why she was taking DNA samples from the sinoceratops.

SAMMY: Yeah, I saw that Brooklynn had a video of me taking those samples and freaked out. I stole the phone try‘n get rid of the evidence.

She tucked her hair behind her ear a little awkwardly.

SAMMY: It didn’t go so well.

Yaz lightly punches Sammy’s shoulder with a small smile.

YAZ: Yeah well, it turned out okay eventually.

Darius pulls another question out of the hat.

DARIUS: “What was your least favorite dinosaur?”

The campers grimace and look at Sammy, whose voice is slightly grim and has pressed her hand to her side.

SAMMY: The Scorpios.

Yaz reaches over and squeezes her hand, making Sammy look at her and smile slightly.

DARIUS: Yeah, I think we can all agree there.

He glances at Ben.

DARIUS: Pteranodon was a close second though.

After a moment Yaz lets go of Sammy’s hand and pulls a question out of the hat, laughing suddenly.

YAZ: I like this one. “How the heck are you guys still alive? You’re absolute idiots! You managed to almost die multiple times before the park fell, how on earth did you manage to survive when they were running free?”

The other campers start laughing too before Yaz answers the question.

YAZ: Like I said before it was a lot of luck at first, but we did end up working really well together as a team.

DARIUS: We also stopped treating the dinos like they were safe. Almost get eaten enough times and you’ll develop a healthy sense of fear real quick. Unless you’re Ben, in which case you develop a lack of fear and a disturbing love of explosions.

Yaz laughs again and passes the hat to Sammy, who pulls out another question.

SAMMY: “How did you guys get off the island?”

She grins and looks at Kenji.

KENJI (sing song): No spoilers!

Brooklynn rolls her eyes and pulls out the last question.

BROOKLYNN: Last one, “What was the coolest thing about being on Isla Nublar?” Ooh, that’s a hard one.

DARIUS: Well personally I think it was definitely the watering hole. Getting to see all those dinosaurs acting so naturally was amazing!

KENJI: Yeah that was pretty cool.

YAZ: It definitely wasn’t the canned peaches.

BROOKLYNN: At least they weren't carob!

The campers shudder dramatically at the mention of carob, except Ben.

BEN: Oh come on, carob isn’t that bad.

Darius shakes his head fondly.

DARIUS: Ben, we love you, but you’re wrong. Also, you still eat grubs.

Ben rolls his eyes but grins.

BEN: They are a very good source of protein!

Darius opens his mouth to continue the argument, he’s clear he’s enjoying it, but Sammy interrupts.

SAMMY: No! We’re not having this conversation! I don’ need ta hear about all the health benefits of eat’n grubs again.

Brooklynn laughs before changing the topic.

BROOKLYNN: Going back to the question I think that the dinosaurs were definitely the coolest part of the island, at least when they weren’t trying to eat us.

YAZ: Yeah, the coolness really gets nerfed when the cool thing is trying to kill you. But they’re dinosaurs, they’re still cool.

The other campers nod in agreement.

BROOKLYNN: Well that’s all the time we have, so thanks everyone for watching! Make sure to subscribe so you don’t miss next week's episode and check out our instagram and twitter linked below, and we'll see you next week on Surviving Jurassic World!

The campers all wave to the camera.

ALL: Bye!

Video End

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luckysevenwrites · 3 years ago

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Why didn’t you kiss me earlier

Y/n and Jaehyun are keeping things casual. That is what both of you have agreed on. You’re busy with your job, he’s busy being an idol. It’s better for everyone this way. But who’s to say that keeping things casual doesn’t include some kissing and maybe some other things as well...

This is part of the long term couples series.

Walking out of the hospital you stretch your arms above your head and lean to one side then the other, feeling your back crack you sigh in relief. You have just gotten off an overnight shift at the hospital and you are exhausted. You can’t wait to go home, shower, and crawl into your bed. You should have been known that things were going to be crazy last night. Things have been calm at the hospital for too long and it was only a matter of time before you got hit.

Last night was that night. Thankfully, no one had died on your watch, and you got a lot of hands-on experience in. The downside is that you are dead on your feet. Getting onto the bus you find a seat and put in your headphones. Leaning your head back you close your eyes and settle in for the almost hour bus ride that is ahead of you. You make a mental list of things that you are going to need to get done today and tomorrow and try to figure out how much sleep you can get in.

When the bus comes to your stop you pull yourself out of your seat groaning from how stiff you are, and already you change your list of things that you are going to do. First is taking a long soak in your tub and then bed. You leave your headphones in as you walk towards your apartment. As you near your building you notice a tall figure dressed in black, black baseball cap and mask in place, and a coffee carrier in hand walking towards you.

You and the black figure reach the entryway to your place at the same time. You look up at the figure and have a pair of similar eyes looking back at you. You look down at the coffee carrier and see two coffees in there along with what looks like your favorite breakfast sandwich. He reaches out with one hand gliding it up the side of your jaw, towards your ear and pulls out your earbud.

“Thought you might be hungry and would like some company,” Jaehyun tells you and you just stare up at him.

You don’t know what to say because you had texted him before you left to let him know that you were heading home but that was only because he asked, and you figured he just wanted to make sure that you got home safely. You didn’t think that it meant he was going to show up at your place with coffee and food in hand. You don’t know if him being here like this falls into the category of keeping things casual or if this act is something more. The two of you had agreed that with both of your careers that it was better to just keep things casual, simple. Just two people enjoying one another’s company and no messy feelings involved.

“It’s just coffee and us hanging out. Nothing more,” Jaehyun tells you when he realizes that you are hesitant to respond.

“Alright, come on in,” you sigh as you motion him forward and head towards the elevator. The two of you get in together and Jaehyun grabs your cup of coffee and hands it over to you.

“Thank you,” you tell him before taking a sip of the coffee. “I want to give you a heads up, I’m not going to be great company. I’m exhausted and just want to soak in my tub and go to bed. Maybe not even soak in my tub anymore. I think I just want to sleep.”

“That’s fine I just wanted to make sure that you ate something and to make sure you got home okay. Your message the night before sounded like you were stressed.”

Looking up at Jaehyun he is facing forward and doesn’t turn to look at you. You want to reach out and hug him. You want to tell him thanks for caring because it’s been a long time since someone has done something like this for you. When you had messaged him earlier it was to just vent you didn’t expect anything in return from him. The fact that he had come here and wanted to make sure you were okay made you feels things that you know you shouldn’t be feeling for someone that you are keeping things casual with.

Turning away from him you face the elevator door just as it is stopping at your floor. You step out first with Jaehyun following closely behind you. You can feel the warmth of him on your back and you close your eyes for a second and try to ignore the feelings that are creeping their way into you. Opening your eyes again you focus on unlocking your place and step inside. Jaehyun follows in closely behind you and takes off his shoes and mask. He sets the carrier and your sandwich down on your countertop and turns to face you.

He watches as you take off your scarf and jacket and you can feel his eyes taking in every move you make. You go to walk past him when Jaehyun’s hand shoots out and wraps around your wrist. You look down at his hand wrapped around your wrist then back up at him. His eyes are already locked on your face, you look into his eyes and can see that he is fighting with something, you almost ask him what’s wrong, but he starts talking before you get a chance to ask.

“Do you want me to get a bath ready for you while you eat?” He asks and you know that what he is asking isn’t what is really on his mind. Yet, you don’t question him and instead go along with where he is taking your conversation.

“No, I’ve changed my mind I just want to eat and go to sleep,” you reply, it comes out as a whisper. Jaehyun’s eyes move down to your mouth, and you want him to kiss you. Suddenly you are no longer tired, instead you are filled with the need to have this man kiss you senseless until you can’t breathe.

Waiting for Jaehyun to lean in towards you, you are filled with disappointment when he releases your wrist and takes a step back from you. He clears his throat, looking away from you and you see a slight blush on his face. It takes away some of the sting from him not kissing you but you still wish he would have leaned in and connected his lips to yours.

“Come on let’s feed you and get you into bed,” Jaehyun moves towards the counter and pulls your sandwich out of the carrier. He unwraps it and slides it over towards you. You pick it up and take a bite. It’s cold now but you don’t care. It tastes ten times better than the hospital food.

Looking over at Jaehyun you catch him once again watching you. Setting your sandwich down you lean across the counter towards him. Jaehyun backs up slightly his eyes widening in shock as you continue to make your way towards him. When he realizes that you aren’t going to stop, he smiles and stops retreating from you. The two of you are close enough that your noses are almost touching, your breaths mixing with one another.

“Why didn’t you kiss me earlier,” you look down at Jaehyun’s lips then back up to his eyes. You want to kiss him you know you shouldn’t but you want the kiss none the less.

“I thought we agreed to keep things casual after we hooked up the first time,” Jaehyun tells you and you swear that his voice has taken on a husky tone.

“What if casual includes kissing and…and other things,” You look down at his lips again and find yourself moving slightly forward. Jaehyun pulls back slightly, and you want to scream and tell him to stop moving away from you.

“Are you sure that’s what you want.” Pulling your eyes away from his lips you look back up at his eyes. He is being completely serious. He won’t do any of this unless you are sure, and it makes you want him even more.

“I’m sure now kiss me,” you firmly tell him. You want this kiss you want to keep things casual, but you also want more, more time with him, more everything with him.

Jaehyun doesn’t hesitate once you tell him to kiss you. He leans back over the counter his one hand on the counter to brace him the other finding it’s way into your hair and pulling you closer to him. When his lips connect with yours you sigh, your mouth partly opening. Jaehyun takes advantage of that and slides his tongue into your mouth. You lean more into him, enjoy the feel of Jaehyun mouth on yours. He’s a really good kisser, he kisses you like he has all the time in the world, and it makes your head spin. If you didn’t have to break away from him to breathe you wouldn’t. Sadly, you pull away from him and take in a deep breathe.

“Was that casual enough for you?” You laugh at Jaehyun’s questions, your head falling against his chest.

“Yes, that was casual enough,” you lift your head and lean in to kiss him on the side of the mouth before standing and heading down the hallway, “want to take a nap with me?”

You look back over your shoulder at Jaehyun and give him a sly smile. He stands from his chair and makes his way towards you. His arms wrap around your waist, and he pushes you forwards. His head coming down to the crock of your neck where he kisses you. Maybe you don’t want a nap you think as the two of you head to your bedroom.

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hyungieyoongi · 3 years ago

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Found: “Run Away to You” Part 1

Let me go.

He was, without a doubt, your hardest goodbye.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Former Actress!Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Genre: Fluff + Angst

Series Masterlist: Run Away to You

Premise: You ran away from your acting career one year ago, disappearing from the spotlight without a trace. No one from your past life knew where to find you. On the anniversary of your disappearance, your carefully constructed reality is shattered.

// Part 2

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Looking at the calendar on your wall, the date glared back at you, red marker encircling the number as if you could forget it.

One year. It had been one whole year since you ran away from your old life.

Happy anniversary to me, you thought bitterly.

It hadn’t been easy–no, it had been tactful, strategic. Your best friend-turned-publicist, Marianne, had programmed your social media accounts to simultaneously deactivate. The phone you used for “celebrity” contacts and business-related matters was permanently turned off, stashed away in the back of a drawer. You had already moved all your belongings to a new apartment on the other side of the city, address undisclosed to everyone except Marianne and your parents on the other side of the world. Everything had been in place for you to completely disappear.

You were instructed to lay low for at least one entire month, groceries delivered to your door under a fake name with Marianne’s credit card. You had cut your hair, once long and flowing, to your collarbone. It was often hidden under a baseball hat when you went to your favorite café for a coffee or took your elderly neighbor’s dog for walks around the park. You were completely off the radar, just as intended.

That didn’t stop the world from trying to track you down for a while. Fan blogs speculated where you could have gone, and tabloids splashed old pictures of you on their covers with speculative headlines. Your parents even had to install a state-of-the-art security system in your hometown in the States after a magazine found out where you grew up and tried to break into their backyard. But you weren’t naïve enough to go back home; that was the first place people would expect you to go. Instead, you were hidden in plain sight in Seoul, just sans the flashes of the cameras following you. Without the designer clothes or big sunglasses hiding your features, you looked just like anyone else. Undetectable.

You had grown up in America, studying acting and Korean during your time at university with Marianne. Upon graduation, you landed a major role in a K-drama, uprooting your entire life to move to Seoul. For five years, you lived in the spotlight under the industry’s microscope. People said you were living the dream, but it started to feel more like a nightmare. It became overwhelming, suffocating.

When the show wrapped after three seasons, you knew it was time. You decided to run. You just wish you didn’t have to hurt anyone else in the process. Especially him.

You had instructed Marianne to give him a letter explaining why you had to go away, but she never heard back from him.

Let me go, Yoongi. Don’t look for me. This is for the best. I will always care about you. – Y/N

The words were emblazoned in your memory, your eyes tearing up at the thought of him reading the words you wrote to him.

Let me go.

He was, without a doubt, your hardest goodbye.

Your cell phone rang, distracting you from the memories that plagued your thoughts today.

“Good afternoon, dearie!” Marianne chirped on the other end of the phone. “It’s a big day for you. The first half of your manuscript came back from the publisher, so get excited to do some editing!” Hiding away from the world for a year gave you a lot of time to think. For you, that meant time to write. Marianne seamlessly transitioned from being your publicist for your acting career to managing your budding career as an author, even helping you pick out a pseudonym.

“That’s great news,” you mumbled in reply, taking a long sip of your coffee, the bitterness blooming on your tongue.

“Are you alright? You sound, I don’t know, a little off,” Marianne questioned, concern lacing her normally peppy tone.

“It’s been one year, Marianne,” you replied, knowing she’d understand.

“Oh my,” Marianne said after a beat of silence. “It completely slipped my mind. How are you holding up?”

“I’m alright just a little…weird, I guess? I’m so relieved to have my own life again. But I’m also just kind of mourning my old life today.”

“Oh babe, I’m so sorry you’re going through this. Do you want me to come over after work–we can order takeout and watch a movie? Take your mind off things?” Marianne offered.

“No, that’s okay. I think I’m just going to spend the day doing some self-care. We’re meeting tomorrow to discuss the manuscript timeline, right?”

“Yes, of course! I’ll be at the café at 11:00 a.m. Are you sure you’ll be okay today?” Marianne asked, clearly not convinced that you were telling the truth about being alright.

“I’ll call you if I need you, I promise,” you reassured her.

“Night or day, Y/N, you know I’m here.”

After you both said your goodbyes and ended the call, you started to feel restless, needing something to take your mind off the date and the competing emotions swirling in your brain. You decided fresh air and comfort food were the solution.

Grabbing your keys off the table by the front door, you slipped on your shoes, heading for the local corner store in your neighborhood, mindlessly forgetting your hat on the hook on the wall.

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Mask pulled over the lower half of his face to conceal his appearance, Yoongi slipped into a nearby corner store, saving himself from the prying eyes that seemed to be examining him a little too closely from across the street.

He had snuck out of the studio without security, wanting to just take a moment to breathe all to himself. He had driven around Seoul with no destination in mind, eventually stopping in a neighborhood he found with a quiet park for a walk. His thoughts betrayed him as they kept going back to you and the letter he received one year ago, now crumpled in the top righthand drawer of his desk. He didn’t need to pull it out today to remember exactly what it said.

Let me go.

Once he read those words, he had stopped reading, smashing the paper together between his fists in frustration, shoving it in the drawer. It had stayed unopened since last year.

Yoongi aimlessly wandered through the aisles of the store, his mind continuously returning to that drawer. He had worked so hard to stop thinking about it–about you–over the past year. Today was a harsh reminder that you were still on his mind. He had stopped calling a long time ago, knowing that you wouldn’t pick up or return his calls. Sometimes though, if he had a little too much to drink with the boys, he’d call your number just to hear your voice on the voicemail recording. He didn’t tell anyone about those late-night calls.

Rounding the aisle corner, he collided with someone, knocking the snacks they had bundled in their arms to the ground. They immediately knelt down, trying to collect them.

“Shit, I’m sorry. Here, let me help you,” Yoongi offered, starting to lean over.

“Oh, no that’s okay I’ve got it.” Yoongi froze, his body going rigid. That voice. Your voice. He hadn’t heard it in-person in over a year. The sweetness of it rang through his ears, reminiscent of the voicemail he knew by heart.

It was you. After all this time.

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Standing up with your snacks back safely in your grasp, you looked at the man in front of you who seemed to be barely breathing.

You were about to ask if he was alright, but then you recognized it. The black hat–the one with two rings on the edge that he would often wear when he went out. His mask had slipped below his nose, his pale cheeks slightly squished under the pressure of the fabric. Black hair poked out from underneath the hat, falling onto his forehead and into his dark brown eyes. They were wide with shock.

You felt the color rush from your face, hands beginning to shake because this wasn’t supposed to happen.

You were safe. Safe in your self-made bubble away from the world.

Until he found you. And it burst.

You contemplated turning around, pretending you hadn’t recognized him. Leave him again. But you knew that wasn’t an option now. You had to face the thing you were most scared of–him.

“Yoongi, I-” your voice cracked, barely above a whisper.

“Your hair,” Yoongi remarked, cutting you off, tone flat and quiet. “You cut your hair.” His eyes narrowed at you.

You swallowed the lump that had lodged itself in your throat. “Just...wanted a change, I guess.”

Hide. You wanted to hide.

“You seem to have gone through a lot of changes,” Yoongi said, bitterness seeping into his voice.

You winced at the implication of his words. You took a deep breath to try and collect yourself before replying.

“Can we...can we not do this here?”

“Fine.”

“I live around the corner. Maybe we could just...talk?” you asked, averting your eyes to the ground. When you didn’t hear a reply, you looked back up to Yoongi, who nodded at you once in agreement.

Abandoning your would-be purchases, you walked out the front door of the store, Yoongi silently following behind you. You felt his eyes burning into your back.

Just put one foot in front of the other, you thought to yourself.

As you and Yoongi silently walked to your apartment, neither of you noticed the camera pointed at the two of you, snapping the photo that would change everything.

// Part 2

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batgurl1989 · 4 years ago

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How to Make an Announcement

Summary: Henry takes you to the market on your first public outing together as a couple.

Word Count: 1700

Warnings: none

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I gripped his hand tightly in my lap as we drove toward the open air market. Nerves were sending jittery butterflies into flight. His thumb traced soothing patterns on the back of my hand, but they did little to calm my thoughts. I felt like I was going to be sick, but knew it was all in my head. How had I let him talk me into this?

Oh right! Because it was Henry, and I was following his lead when it came to our relationship.

The pandemic had made dating easier. We had holed up in his house when the Witcher filming had shut down. It was easy to forget he was ridiculously famous, and I was basically a nobody when we were alone together with Kal in the house. But the lockdown had been lifted, and Henry decided it was time to venture out. Perhaps let the world in on our relationship status. Up until today, Henry had maintained that he was single.

I wasn't anxious in the beginning to let the world know that I was with Henry. Sure my family knew, but they had kept it to themselves. It was hard to keep hiding the fact that I was dating Henry when I had been living with the guy for months. Mom was just happy I was happy, and I really was. Logically I knew when we became exclusive and then officially dating, that eventually, if I wanted to stay with Henry, his fans would learn about us. But that was the thing about the lockdown, there was no rush to announce it. No pressure from reporters on red carpets or in interviews.

But today Henry woke up and decided it was time. Of course, if I truly didn't want to, he wasn't going to push me into this outing. But how could I say no to those blue eyes and charming smile that I had come to love so much?

That didn't stop the worry from building up inside me, though. No matter how much I tried to fool myself, and how much I knew in my mind that this was for the best, my stomach had other plans.

"You still okay, love?" Henry asked me, his gaze flashing over to me before turning back to the road. I plastered a smile on my face, trying to convince myself as much as him that I was fine. But the grip I had on his hand was giving me away. "I can turn around if you really don't want to do this."

"It's not that I don't want to." I nibbled on my lower lip. I had been trying to come up with the right words to explain my feelings, but so far hadn't. Taking a deep breath, I decided to just wing it. "Do you remember when you weren't famous? How it felt? The anonymity of it? That's what I have right now. And it's comfortable. However, since I want to be with you, I know I have to lose some of that. It's just hard to take the first step out of my comfort zone."

Henry was quiet for a long moment after, though in reality it was probably less than a minute. I bit my lip harder, feeling the first bubbles of a freak out churning inside me as I watched him make his decision.

"I want to go to the market with you." I blurted out before he could say anything. I gripped his hand harder if it was possible, worried that he would pull away from me. In my mind, I knew he wouldn't. Henry had always been hyper considerate; always a gentleman. He didn't want to rush me into anything I didn't want to do, but this was something I did want to do. "I promise, this is what I want."

"If you change your mind..." Henry let the rest of his sentence hang as he continued to drive us toward the market. I knew what he meant; one word from me, and we were out of there.

When we pulled into the dirt parking lot of the open air market, Henry tugged a baseball cap on, covering what I lovingly called his pandemic curls. I didn't need a hat to help disguise me. No one here knew who I was, but I wondered how long that would last for. Henry opened the car door for me, offering me his hand. My grip on it was significantly looser than it had been on the drive. We were doing this, and it was going to be fine. Smiling up at him, we slipped our masks on and walked over to the bustling market.

The lockdown had been lifted, but there were still plenty of policies in place about social distancing and wearing a mask. Everyone at the market was abiding by these, so the stress of being in public was less than what it would have been in a grocery store. Vendors were all wearing gloves and masks, and no one was handling food they didn't intend to buy. I felt myself relax, and begin to actually enjoy being out of the house for the first time since the pandemic began.

Between the mask and the hat, not many people recognized Henry. And the ones that thought he looked familiar didn't say anything. It was hard to tell for sure that it was him. Sure he had been posting to Instagram while wearing a mask, but the hat seemed to throw people off. We went up to several vendors, buying fresh veggies and bread for the house. No one seemed to realize who they were selling their goods to.

I watched Henry in awe. He seemed to be enjoying his rare moment of anonymity along with me. He probably didn't get many opportunities like this anymore. Between being Superman, Sherlock, and now Geralt, he touched on so many different fandoms that it was hard to find someone who didn't know him. I hadn't been with him out in public before, so I never realized how differently he cared himself when he knew the world was watching. Of course, he was still ridiculously polite and considerate. It wasn't so much how he acted or what he said that changed. I couldn't quite put my finger on what was different, but there was something.

He caught me staring at him, a smile twinkling in his eyes. Wrapping his free arm around me, he guided me toward the edge of the market, where there was less of a crowd. He pulled out his phone, and opened the camera to selfie mode.

"Are you ready?" Henry asked, as he held the phone away from us, angling it so that we were both in the frame.

"Definitely." And I wasn't lying. I finally felt ready to take this next step. I looked up at him, so he could see how serious I was. His hand on my hip squeezed, pulling me closer. I knew if it wasn't for the masks, he would have kissed me.

He popped his hat off, his curls a wild mess in the breeze. I laughed, and that was when he decided to take the picture. I caught a glimpse of it as he pulled his phone toward himself to get a look at the picture. We both looked happy even with our masks on. My eyes were crinkled and you could tell I was laughing.

"That one is a keeper." Henry tilted the phone so I could see it better. It hit me in that moment. I was dating Henry Cavill, and with a push of a few buttons, the world would know too. And I wasn't scared. I was happy our secret would be out. He typed up a caption, and tagged the market to drum up some business for them, before tucking his phone back in his pocket. "Ready to head home?"

"Only if you are? Did we get everything we needed?" I didn't want to rush us, and I was enjoying being out with him perhaps a little too much.

"We can keep looking." Though he said we could stay, he took us back to the car. Popping the trunk, we unloaded our arms of the food we had already bought. I turned to head back to the market, "But first."

He pulled me to him with one arm, while he pulled my mask down. He pulled his mask down, kissing me deeply. His tongue explored my mouth as I melted against him. It suddenly didn't matter that we were in public, putting our relationship on display. When Henry kissed me like that, the world faded away, and I knew only him. My favourite book series popped into my head whenever this happened. One day you may kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find breath is of little consequence. Henry Cavill may just very well be my Barrons.

He finished the thorough kiss with a few quick pecks before he pulled away. He slipped his mask back up over his mouth and nose as I did the same. Turning we went to go back to the market. I spied a few people near their cars, mouths wide open staring at us. They knew who he was. Henry hadn't put his hat back on, in fact I think he left it in the car. And he had just had his mask pulled down.

"Busted." I giggled quietly, nodding subtly to the people who were still staring. Henry laughed, pulling me tight to his side as we continued into the market for a second round.

By the time we got home, his Instagram was blowing up with questions about my identity, and what kind of relationship we had. Were we just friends? Did I work with him? Henry and I cuddled up on the couch with Kal to flick through some of the comments. Henry had learned not to read them all in one go as he had many followers. But as he scrolled through, I noticed one person saying they saw us kissing in the parking lot. I guess his fans knew now what I was to Henry.

He loves me.

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paisley-print · 3 years ago

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Near The Water’s Edge: Chapter Four

After fleeing your abusive husband, you find yourself in the small coastal town of July, North Carolina. Soon you meet Frankie Morales, Air Force Veteran and single dad. As the two of you grow closer, you begin to let go of your past and learn to love again. That is until a strange man shows up in town, and you ’re forced to choose between your safety or the safety of the people that you love.

Inspired by the novel “Safe Haven” written by Nicolas Sparks.

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Frankie Morales x Female Reader Rating: 18+ / Heavy adult themes eventual smut. Trigger Warnings: Domestic Abuse, Mentions of death, PTSD, anxiety, mentions of police case, police. Word Count:

Note: Another heavy chapter, but things will let lighter as the chapters go on. Enjoy the first half of the beach day.

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The ride passed in comfortable silence, the three of you listening to the radio and Lucy looking out the window at the cars in the next lane. All Frankie could think about was how nice it was to have someone else there to spend the day. He knew Lucy must have been feeling the same way, since he hadn’t seen her so excited about a beach trip in a long while.

He appreciated how patient you were with her; it was something he noticed even on that first day. The way you refused help until you knew she was alright. That moment had stuck with him more than anything else.

The memory of what Will said earlier surfaced in his mind. He shifted in his seat and glanced at you. Yes, you were beautiful. Strikingly so. A woman who could walk into a room and turn every head in the place; both men and women alike. Of course Frankie had been taken with you. He tried to suppress it, scolding himself whenever he was alone in bed at night and found his thoughts wandering....

His only goal right now was to be your friend because he cared for you and knew that you needed help. He wasn’t sure what kind of help, but he sensed that you were alone and at some point in your life something very bad had happened to you. He wouldn’t pry though, he would wait until you were ready to share.

The beach wasn’t too packed; it was still early in the season and the tourists hadn’t moved into their summer homes yet. The boys had done an oddly efficient job at setting everything up. When Ben and Will got into a little spat about how to sink the umbrella into the sand , Frankie simply rolled his eyes and continued to spray Lucy with sunblock. It made you laugh, they all seemed so comfortable with one another.

The day was hot and everybody seemed eager to get into the water, everyone except you and Frankie. You had bought a bathing suit at the store, intending on going in... but somewhere during the car ride you changed your mind.

“You can go in if you want,” you told Frankie “I don’t mind just watching.”

He shrugged, “I don’t normally go in either.”

Then just like that the two of you were suddenly alone, both woefully unprepared for any sort of conversation.

You thought of something quickly, filling the silence “the marina was packed today.”

“Yeah, It’s always like that on memorial day. Most of the summer too, be prepared for the restaurant to start getting busy.”

“I prefer it that way. It makes the shifts go faster. So I’ve been meaning to ask, what exactly do you do? I assumed you owned the marina?”

He paused for a moment. “Uh, technically I do. It was a wedding gift from my parents. An uncle had died and left it to them. I think they just wanted to get rid of it, but I have an office manager that does all the upfront stuff….. normally I just work on repairs.”

Married. That wasn’t what you were expecting, but still no ring. “Did you go to school for that?”

“Kind of. I had training for planes, but you would be surprised just how similar the two are.” You gave him a look. He glanced at you and laughed sheepishly. “What?”

“I’m sorry, did you say planes?”

“Yeah”

“You fix planes?”

He smiled and crossed his arms, trying to seem much cooler than he actually was. “I fly them too.”

“You fly pl-....do you take constructive criticism?”

He laughed, “Of course.”

“Lead with that next time.”

He looked at you skeptically. “How am I supposed to lead with that, exactly?”

“You say, hi my name is pilot Frankie …..”

He shook his head, grinning. “Morales,” he informed you.

“Hi my name is pilot Frankie Morales, nice to meet you.”

He played along, “but how will I know if people actually like me for me, or they just want me to take them for a ride in a plane?”

You shrugged “it's tough being a celebrity, I don’t make the rules.”

“Oh yeah, celebrity, that’s me,” he said sarcastically.

You kicked at the sand with your foot. “Also I liked you before I knew you had the coolest hobby in the world. So, you know that you can trust me.”

He glanced over at you and immediately noticed your smile. He had seen you smile before, but they would never quite reach your eyes. This one, he could tell, was real. He opened his mouth to speak when, in the distance, a wave crashed and Lucy squealed with laughter. Both of you turned your heads to look.

“Will Lucy be okay out there?” you asked. She had on a life vest and was being supervised in the shallows by the rest of the adults. Santi was holding onto a boogie board Lucy used to keep herself up.

“Yeah, I know they seem like idiots but they are good men.” Frankie reached into the cooler to grab a bee and popped the cap off with the bottle opener. “Do you want one?”

You shook your head, “No thank you, but I’ll take a water bottle if you have it.” He set his beer down in his cup holder and reached into the cooler again. The bottle was freezing cold when he handed it to you. Perfect for a sunny day.

You wiped the condensation off on your dress. “Can I ask you something? It’s okay if you don’t want to answer.”

“Yeah, sure,” he said, taking a sip of beer.

“Lucy’s mom is she….? Are you two still….? I don’t mean to pry, I guess I’m just a little confused.”

“You and I both,” he said with a sigh. “I’m married but we are not together anymore, haven’t been for a few years.”

“Oh,” you said simply, not finding any clarification in what he told you. If anything, you had more questions, but you didn’t want to push. Besides, it didn’t matter anyway…. you couldn’t, you were married as well. “Does your family live in the area?”

“Nope, they live up north. Katie never really knew her family. She grew up in the foster system and was bounced around until she enlisted at eighteen. It’s just me and Lulu now, and the guys when they find the time to travel here.”

“I’m sorry,” you said honestly. “It must be hard not having your parents support.”

He shook his head and took another sip. “I expected it, even when I was younger, it seemed as though they were only interested in keeping me alive.” He looked down and started to peel off the sticker on the bottle as he spoke. “They are both doctors, mom is an archaeologist and dad an engineer. He actually helped design parts of the international space station…. I think they valued their careers more than anything else... they still do. The only time they ever came down to see Lucy was right after she was born, aside from that it’s usually a phone call on a holiday and a card with money in the mail.”

Although he tried to play it off as if it were just another part of life, you could see that it still affected him deeply. For a moment you thought about reaching out to take his hand, but you stopped yourself. “It really is their loss, they are missing out on two wonderful people.”

Frankie adjusted the baseball cap on his head, a sheepish little smile playing on his lips at the compliment. “Well, thank you. Lucy and I could say the same thing about you. You’re great with her.”

You glanced back at the little girl. She was smiling happily as Ben pulled her along on the boogie board. “I think little girls need to be protected, but not only that - they need to be seen and heard. She is already so independent and fierce. I can see how you encourage her to be her own person and not fit into any one mold. That’s important for little girls to learn.”

He laughed, “Yeah, she definitely gives me a run for my money, that's for sure. She can already repair an engine better than most men I know.”

A large gust of wind came through and took hold of the multi-colored beach ball beside you. Both you and Frankie sprang from your seats to race after it. The thing was fast, and you could not stop it from crashing into the waves. You noticed just how much cooler it was near the water’s edge. Although the temperature outside was sweltering, the Atlantic still held that winter chill. Both of you stared at the ball as it bobbed up and down with the tide.

Frankie waved it away with his hand and squinted in the sunlight. “It’s fine, it’ll probably just float down the beach to another family or something.”

You smirked at him “or choke a poor dimwitted sea turtle to death.”

He paused and shot you a pretend glare, then took off his hat, dropped it in the sand and reached for his shirt.

You giggled “no, no I’m joking. I got it.” You said, starting to strip down to your bathing suit also.

“Well, you gotta be faster than that,” he said, half jogging to the water.

You slipped off your dress easily and ran straight past him into the waves. Frankie was not far behind. You two were pushing against the tide as you reached for the ball. Fingertips just barely brushed against the plastic before it slipped a couple more inches away. This left just enough time for Frankie to swoop in and grab it.

Your stomach hurt from laughing so hard “hey!”

He shrugged, “I’m sorry that I care more about the environment than you.”

You splashed him with water playfully.

The two of you swam for another fifteen minutes, chatting about the town and volleying the ball back and forth. Frankie pretended not to see the way the droplets of water clung to your skin and sparkled under the sunlight. When he noticed the little lace pattern on the bottom of your swimsuit, he knew he had been staring for too long and forced himself to look away. The very last thing he wanted to do was scare you away, or make you believe he had some sort of ulterior motives to helping you.

You both dressed again before walking back up to the chairs. When the two of you returned, the group had already come back from swimming. They were passing around Tupperware full of fruit while Santi was starting up the tiny little grill he had brought.

“You guys really don’t play around for beach days,” you mentioned to Frankie.

“I tried to warn you,” he said with a smirk.

Will had Lucy thrown over his shoulder, carrying her easily with one arm. “Has anyone seen Fry?”

“I’m right here!” Lucy’s little voice drifted out from behind him.

Will started turning, pretending to look for her “Fry! Fry! Where are you!”

Lucy was hardly able to speak through her fit of giggles, “I’m behind you!”

He put her down on the sand, pretending as if he had seen her for the first time. “Jesus Fry! You scared me!”

“Lulu,” Frankie said, “come here so I can put more sunscreen on you.” Frankie took the bottle from the bag and sprayed her again, making sure to get her ears and the tops of her feet as well. He sprayed some in his hands, and Lucy scrunched up her nose as he applied it to her face.

Watching the two of them together made you smile. You were reminded again just how different Frankie was from your husband. David would have felt emasculated by having to take care of a child. If he had attended today, you would be sitting beside him silently the entire time, only getting up to fetch him a beer.

“Do you want some?” Frankie asked, and you were suddenly snapped right back to reality.

Even though you weren’t threatened by a burn yet, you figured it would be a good idea. “Yeah, thank you.” You offered him your arms, then the front of your legs.

“I used to be terrible with remembering sunblock until I got sun poisoning in Iraq, god never again.”

“Iraq?” you asked, and turned so he could get the backs of your legs.

“Yeah, with the air force” he told you, assuming you already knew.

Breath hitched in your throat as he brushed your hair over your shoulder. You cringed at the feeling of the warm sunscreen hitting the back of your neck and jerked away. It was enough for the others to notice. You laughed and lied quickly “damn horse flies hurt when they bite. They say you should wash off the bite with soap to get it to stop the swelling. Is there a bathroom here?”

You sounded believable. Becoming an expert liar had been the only thing keeping you alive for so long.

Frankie felt horrible. He didn’t quite know what he had done to trigger you, but he knew it was something. “It’s pretty far, I can walk with you-”

You shook your head, a wide smile still plastered across your lips. “Nope, I just need a direction.”

Santi jumped in quickly. “That building when we first came in, near the tennis courts.”

You nodded and started forward, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes. Why was this happening right now? You were fine a moment ago and now you felt as though you couldn’t catch your breath. You shivered, remembering the feeling again and putting your hand on the back of your neck to stop it.

A soldier…. it made sense. You were too stupid to have seen it, the nicknames and the holiday......

Thankfully, they were single stall restrooms; you pulled the door shut and locked it behind you. The bottom of the floor was disgusting and filled with wet sand. You lifted yourself up onto the counter and sat, trying to calm down. A soldier, a soldier, you kept repeating to yourself. It was too similar. The anger, the potential for violence…. just like your husband.

You placed your head in your hands, and suddenly you were back in New Jersey. It was a bitter February, snow still on the ground. You were in your bathroom hiding as David raged in the living room and screamed at his coworker on the phone. A little boy had been killed by his father weeks ago. David was assigned to the case. When the trial came, the jury found the man innocent and let him walk free, even though all the evidence pointed to him as the killer. It was an embarrassment to David and the entire homicide unit

“God fucking dammit, y/n! y/n!”

You pulled yourself up on shaking legs, straightened your dress and walked out. David was red in the face waiting for you. “I thought I told you to call Comcast, did I not?”

“They said that they could get someone out here Wednesday because of the snow-”

He took the television remote and threw it at you as hard as he could; he aimed for your face but it hit your shoulder instead. The plastic connected straight with your collarbone. You doubled over in pain, holding it as it throbbed. He stalked up to you and you moved back, the fear evident in your eyes.

His voice was teetering on the edge of lunacy as he screamed at you.

“I give you a simple fucking job to do and you can’t even get it done. You’re a lazy fat fucking bitch.” he shoved you hard but you manged to keep standing. “Spend all day sitting on your fucking ass while I have to go to work for the both of us! I need the television because I need to see the news coverage of the fucking case! You knew this! Or would you like me to get fired and the both of us live on the fucking streets!” He shoved you again, and you fell against the stone fireplace. Your hands came up to shield your face as he picked up the remote and hit you with it repeatedly. It caught your lip, busting it open.

You didn’t care about the blood, all you could think about was the gun still holstered in his belt. You got the television fixed the next day-

“Summer?”

You stood quickly and wiped away the tears from your cheeks, pretending like nothing was wrong. “Yeah?”

“Are you alright?”

It was Frankie.

You shook your head and smiled in the dingy plastic mirror in front of you. “Yeah, why?”

He could hear that you had been crying. He pushed on the door but it was locked.

You didn’t like that at all; you slipped off the counter and sat on the floor, against the door. Bracing it closed with your body “I’m fine-”

“You’re crying-”

“No, I’m not I- I get allergies and that horsefly hurt. I am such a baby I’ve always had a low pain tolerance-”

“If it’s something that I did -”

“Nope, it’s nothing that you did. I’m fine, I’m really, really fine I promise. I just got overwhelmed and needed some air. I’ll be back in a few minutes, and you guys can eat without me. Don’t let me hold you up.”

Frankie wasn’t convinced, but he didn’t want to force anything. “Would you like me to save you a plate?”

“Yes, please.”

You could hear his footsteps start to retreat and relaxed a little.

“Summer?”

“Yeah?”

Frankie was about to say something, but he thought better of it. He figured it was better to let you have your space now.

#ntwewy #nearthewater'sedge #pedro fanfiction #pedro fanfic #Frankie Morales fanfiction #Frankie Morales fanfic #frankie morales #Frankie fanfiction #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction

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sevlgi · 4 years ago

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bubblegum pop

requested: no

group: twice

pairing: sana x fem!reader

genre: fluff

contents: rich girl!sana, college!au, cashier!reader.

warnings: none

synopsis: An unfortunately hostile encounter with the school’s sweetest rich girl might just lead to more than you ever expected.

a/n: inspired by @pearicot‘s mean girl rosie series! (by the way, i’m not trying to feed into the “dumb sana” stereotype with this; i just thought that her personality fitted the character i was trying to achieve! does anyone wanna request continuations or scenarios in this universe 👀

word count: 3.3k

Something about Mondays the week of finals always got you in a bad mood, especially when you had to work double shifts at the same stupid ice cream shop you’d worked at for the past 2 years of college.

So maybe, just maybe, there was reasoning behind you snapping at the love of your life during your first meeting.

Actually, there really, really wasn’t.

There were plenty of mean girls on campus who you wouldn’t regret yelling at whatsoever, but you just happened to blow up at one of the considerably nicer rich girls.

Minatozaki Sana didn’t mean anything bad when she innocently held out a hundred dollar bill to pay for a $5 ice cream. She didn’t mean to seem pretentious, nor did she mean to mock you and your minimum-wage job, but you just so happened to take it that way.

“Really? You have to rub it in my face like that?”

Sana stared at you, the money that she held out wavering in the ear. “Sorry?”

Pinching the space between your eyebrows, you huffed out an exasperated breath. Luckily, there was no one else in the shop about to witness the stupidest meltdown of your life. “You think I don’t know that I’m poor? It’s five dollars for God’s sake, no need to bring out the big guns. Oh, or are you doing this to avoid seeming more pretentious with your daddy’s black card?”

The brunette’s hand retreated quickly, the heels of her Louboutins clacking softly against the pastel-toned linoleum of the ice cream shop. Fuck, you hated that linoleum. “I... I didn’t mean any of that, I swear! Um, is there an ATM near here?”

Once again, the girl meant well, and you took it badly. You scoffed, glaring disbelievingly at her. Some part of you was screaming out that you were putting your entire job at stake, and your morals as well, but you disregarded any common sense remaining in your brain. “An ATM for 5 bucks? Dude, just don’t.” Dipping your hand into the tip jar, you scrounged out a lousy crumpled bill and threw it down on the counter, shoving the bubblegum-flavored sweet to Sana. “Okay? Now get out, I don’t want to see your privileged ass anywhere near here.”

The dense gray clouding your mind somehow missed the hurt expression on the girl’s face as the staff door swung open. Wendy’s hands, though gentle on your shoulders, shoved you behind her with surprising force. “I am so sorry, Sana, it’s finals week. Surely you can understand? The ice cream’s on the house.”

“No, of course it’s okay!” Sana sounded genuine enough, that was for sure; you caught her glancing worriedly at you a couple times, nothing malicious whatsoever in her eyes. “I can pay though, are you sure?”

“I’m sure. See you in class,” Wendy called out, smiling all the while until the girl disappeared into the Lamborghini parked by the curb. As soon as that happened, she turned back to you, concern tugging at the corner of her lips. “Y/N...”

“Yeah, I know,” you mumbled as you crossed your arms. Already, you were regretting what you said, though you were far too stubborn to actually apologize on the spot. “No arguing with customers about capitalism. Sorry, Wendy.”

The girl bit her lip, scanning the store to make sure that there wasn’t about to be an influx of customers. Usually she enjoyed working with you; you just had absolutely terrible mood swings sometimes, and those days were nothing short of hellish for her to deal with. “Just head home. Focus on your finals, and come back next week. Okay?”

You hesitated to agree, knowing that you needed the money, but the grim expression on Wendy’s face told you that you had no other option. “Okay. Sorry.”

As you snatched up your stuff and shoved the door to the street open, you missed the sight of Sana watching you through the tinted windows of her 6-figure car.

“Really? Sana?”

“I know,” you groaned, biting down on the plastic spoon in your mouth. The flavor of the month (the only one you could eat completely free) lingered unpleasantly on your tongue, the taste of it oddly salty. “She was so nice about it, too.”

Jeongyeon and Mina exchanged glances, not touching their respective cups of “Ocean Caramel” either. It was extremely kind of them to come and accompany you on the slow days, both of them even offering to suffer through the gross ice cream with you. “If it was Park Roseanne I might understand, but Sana,” Mina winced. Jeongyeon nodded in agreement; after all, everyone on campus knew about the reputations of Roseanne and Sana.

On one end of the “rich girl” spectrum, Roseanne was quite possibly the bitchiest one of all. She and her Bugatti Veyron, the college upgrade from her old McLaren, absolutely weren’t to be messed with. People who went to high school with you often told story of the G Wagon she smashed, the locker room she lit on fire, and so many other horror tales of a spoiled girl gone wild. You were sure that had you gone off on her, even Wendy wouldn’t have stopped you.

But on the other end, Sana was notoriously kind. Sure, her family raked in an income close to that of the other girl’s, and her wardrobe was just as expensive, but she made a point to donate to charities every time she went shopping. She tipped in the hundreds, and she didn’t ever ask for her designer clothes back when she lent them to strangers. She paid any dinner bill in full when she was there, and sometimes even when she wasn’t invited.

No one was entirely sure about the relationship between the two, but Roseanne seemed to hate Sana more than she did other people. The two fought publicly occasionally, but Sana’s kind heart made it so that even Roseanne couldn’t carry a fight very long. She didn’t respond to insults, it seemed, nor did she ever seem to actually take them personally.

Stirring her half-melted soup, Mina continued, “Hopefully she doesn’t hold it against you. She doesn’t seem like the type, but...”

Jeongyeon shook her head, opening her mouth just as the doorbell rang. You froze when you looked up to find a designer-dressed bombshell, a sweet smile outlined in Chanel Rouge Allure. She looked completely out of place amidst tired college kids spending their last paycheck on ice cream, white gauzy sleeves and blue dress shimmering under LED lights. If you were being honest, you’d say that she was the most beautiful person you’d seen in your life, but you were always well versed in lying to yourself. “Y/N, you better go.”

“Why?” you whined, pouting at your much more responsible friends. They ignored your puppy face, though; Jihyo was usually the only one you could sway, Momo sometimes if she was feeling merciful. “I’m on break.”

“Only when there’s no customers,” Mina argued, shoving you to stand. Jeongyeon smiled at you, waving you away. “Go, and don’t screw it up this time.”

You forced a smile onto your face when you reached the counter, bowing and adjusting your name tag. “Hi, what can I help you with today?”

“Hi, Y/N!” Sana grinned, bowing back. The fact that she remembered your name only made your guilt worse; if she forgot who you were, you could at least pretend that she didn’t remember the incident at all. “Ah, could I have the same thing as last time? Bubblegum Pop ice cream, on a sugar cone today. 3 scoops?”

Nodding, you moved to open the case, avoiding the girl’s gaze as you did. “Of course.” She was quiet at that, staring at the ceiling so as not to rush you. Without prompting, you blurted, “I’m... I’m really sorry about last week, by the way. I don’t know what I was thinking, blowing up at you like that.”

“Oh, no, it’s okay!” she protested, waving a manicured hand in the air. “I promise I understand you. We all have our bad days.”

You wanted to apologize again, if just to assuage your guilt, but you held off on it, joking, “How do you deal with them? Yell at Gucci assistants?”

Sana looked honestly offended as she accepted the cone proffered to her, eyes widening in shock. “I’ve never done that, I swear! Besides, I don’t like Gucci much.”

A light smile quirking at the corners of your lips, you handed the receipt to her as well. She didn’t ask for it, probably not caring about the measly price or having the space for it in her tiny bag, but took it anyway. “I’m sure you don’t. Your total is $5.23, will that be cash or card?”

“Cash!” She held out a 10 dollar bill, pride shining behind that gorgeous face as you raised your eyebrows in surprise. When your hands brush together, you were reminded of how much better she was than you, how you probably weren’t worthy at all to be touching her with your shop-issued baseball cap and grimy apron. But Sana doesn’t seem to mind, still smiling that airy smile at you and not moving away. She broke your stare by offering, “I don’t want to sound rude, but keep the change.”

“Not rude at all,” you fully laughed that time, dishing out the remainder to stuff in your tip jar. You still felt terrible that she felt the need to apologize about such a normal comment, asking, “Are you sure it’s okay? You can have this one free too, if it makes up for me shouting at you...”

Sana shook her head, sugary light pink already mixing into her lipstick. She walked away, still waving with that gorgeous smile on her face. “It’s okay. I’ll see you soon, Y/N, you look really pretty today!”

Turning back to your friends, you whispered, “Damn. She’s really nice.”

You planned on spending your one day off from school and work cozied up with a good book and your favorite hot drink, but you supposed that getting into a fight with Park Roseanne wasn’t the worst way to go either.

As soon as you entered campus, book in hand and blasting music in your earbuds, you found a crowd of at least 3 dozen people right in front of the library building. It was unlike you to butt into others’ business, especially when it might lead to a ruined day, but Roseanne’s voice carried loud over the hushed whispers of everyone else. “--huh, Sana?”

It wasn’t any of your business, but for some reason, Roseanne’s tone when saying Sana’s name angered you immensely. Frowning, you shouldered your way through the crowd. The closer you got to the center, the more expensive the clothing that brushed against your own rough jean jacket was, cotton and leather becoming silk and velvet. You originally planned to just fit in with the other spectators, but with a shove at the small of your back, you were thrust into the center too.

To your shock, Sana’s eyes were red and shining with tears, the tip of her nose cherry-colored as well. Her head was almost bowed as she stared at her shoes, but she looked up to you when you almost bumped into her. You stuttered out, “H-hey. What’s going on?”

Instead of an explanation from the Japanese girl, though, your gaze was drawn to the blonde across the courtyard. “Didn’t you hear? Little Miss Perfect here got broken up with,” Roseanne scoffed, an infuriating smirk on her perfect face as she tilted her head at you. “By a future CEO, no less. I guess she isn’t a gold-digger, or maybe there’s some other reason that he didn’t want her anymore.”

Your hand shot out to protect Sana, a scowl making its way onto your own face. “Excuse me? From my standpoint, any future CEO is still way outta her league, so forgive me for doubting that he’s the one who didn’t want her. You’re the one dating someone who makes a tenth of what you do.”

Roseanne rolled her eyes, lips thinning. “Don’t talk about my girlfriend like that, Y/L/N, or you’ve got another thing coming. There aren’t many lesbians in this damn school.”

“You know me, don’t you?” Sana’s voice was wavering as she spoke, but it was strong enough to echo in the courtyard. To your surprise (and somewhat satisfaction), the blonde girl’s eyes widened as Sana stood forward, her lips jutting forward. “That’s why I’m not dating him anymore. I like girls, too.”

Somehow, you’d never expected that Sana was attracted to girls, but it made perfect sense. An irrational part of you wanted to cheer, but instead, you forced yourself to speak.

“R-right.” You continued to glare at Roseanne, who finally seemed to be speechless. “Yeah, so how come you’re tearing Sana down? We should be supporting each other, but you’re being so rude to someone so kind, and that says all I need to know about you.”

Reaching out, you latched onto Sana’s upper arm and pulled her out of the circle, people parting to let the two of you through as Roseanne wasn’t able to conjure up something to respond with. You didn’t stop walking until there was only silence surrounding you under the shade of a swaying tree, finally stopping to let the girl sit. “Are you okay?” you asked, brow furrowed as you knelt to be mostly face-level with her.

Somehow, there was a smile on her face; a slightly snotty smile, but nonetheless the most beautiful one you’d ever seen in your life. You ignored the uncomfortable leap of your heart when you reached out to take her hands into your own, somehow forgetting about the hostility you’d felt towards her from the beginning. “You- you stood up for me.”

“Yeah. I did, I guess,” you shrugged, smiling slightly. “I’m sure that was rough, though, to come out. How’re you feeling?”

“Honestly, much better,” Sana sighed. She leaned back, fingers curling slightly around yours as the afternoon sun shone golden brown in the locks of hair spread out on her shoulders. “It was good to get it off my chest. I didn’t even know you were into girls, you know.”

Reaching up to scratch your head, you chuckled, “Well, I am, if it makes you feel any better. What happened between the two of you, by the way? She seems to hate you so much.”

The girl laughed, as bubbly and airy as her regular voice. “I may or may not have dated her girlfriend before. But it was a long time ago, and I’m still friends with her! Roseanne just can’t forgive me.”

You feigned shock, swatting at her arm. “How terrible of you! I’m so disappointed.”

You were stuck simply smiling at each other for a good minute or so before you looked away, picking at your shoelace for something to do. “So. Uh, Roseanne knew the whole time?”

“She did,” Sana confirmed, nodding. “She just never talked about it.”

“Well, it’s good to know that she isn’t the only other one in the school with me,” you sighed, sitting back on your heels.

Sana lurched back forward, hands clasping together at her chest. “Then we should celebrate! We can go shopping or something, and we can just be happy that we aren’t alone anymore.”

It suddenly struck you how quickly you could change the girl’s entire outlook, a smile coming onto her face with no effort from you whatsoever. But even more surprising, you smiled even larger than she did just looking at her.

Laughing, you sat back on your heels and shook your head lightly. Seeming to take it as a rejection, Sana’s eyes widened. “Oh, only if you want to, of course! We can go wherever you want, we don’t even have to go shopping if you don’t want to!”

“No, we can go shopping,” you answered, reaching back over to squeeze her hand and pulling her up with you when you stood. “Come on, then. Let’s go celebrate.”

Sana wasn’t a great driver, but you didn’t expect much else. You were practically sick to your stomach by the time that you reached the mall, face green as you swayed out of the car.

“Ah, Y/N, I’m sorry!” Her hands rubbed lightly at your back as you squatted in the parking lot, fist held tight to your mouth. It wasn’t like you were actually going to throw up, but you didn’t want to risk ruining the girl’s expensive shoes. “I’ll let you drive next time.”

Next time? you wanted to ask. But you managed to stand, nodding quickly to ease Sana’s worry. “Yeah. It’s fine, I’m fine. Should we go?”

Immediately, she latched onto your hand, swinging between the two of you as she started to rush forward. “H-hey, lock your car first!”

Sana had unsurprisingly expensive tastes, but also surprisingly understated ones. She was fun to shop with, that was for sure- she loved to offer you clothes and also to offer to pay for them, but you didn’t necessarily hate a pretty girl telling you you’d look gorgeous in a certain sparkly dress.

She didn’t do any of the typical stuck-up things you expected her to- Sana carried her own bags, and she never forced you to follow her instead of doing what you wanted to. She did like to try on outfits and show them to you, but that could be ignored when it was just another opportunity for you to stare at her.

Eventually, you ended up having ice cream at one of the stores in the mall. You balked at the price, but Sana swiped her credit card without hesitation. “I have to admit, this bubblegum doesn’t taste as good as yours,” she pouted.

Chuckling, you savored the rich flavor on your own tongue. “You should’ve picked an expensive flavor then. Vanilla and chocolate are always good in these kinds of stores.”

“You know a lot about ‘these kinds of stores’ for someone who claims to be poor,” she teased, eyes widening as soon as the words slipped out of her mouth. “Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean-”

“Nah, it’s fine,” you smiled, leaning on your palm. “I’m good with it, since we’re friends now.”

Sana grinned at that, her eyes curving charmingly. “We’re friends? Most people don’t want to be friends with me, I’m really glad you’re willing to.”

“Why wouldn’t they?”

Looking down for once, the girl mumbled, “They say I’m dumb. You know that everyone says I’m nice, but they also think I’m dumb because I pay for everything. I just want to be kind, but no one takes me seriously.”

A wave of guilt rushed over you for previously feeding into the stereotype. The more time you spent with Sana, the more you realized that she was as brilliant as any other, and far more kind. “Well, that’s stupid. You are kind, Sana, and you’re amazing. I’m lucky to be your friend.”

She clasped your hand over the table, soft skin warm over yours, pink flushing in her pale cheeks. “Thank you, Y/N. You know, this is the best time I’ve had in a while. My boyfriend didn’t even listen to me this well,” she laughed.

Despite the fact that she treated it as a joke, you felt horrible. She was all too used to thinking the worst about herself and not believing that she was worth any better, and that was the worst possible thing you could imagine for a girl with a heart of gold. Jabbing your spoon into the remaining ice cream, you blurted, “Then go on a date with me. A proper one, not just a normal hangout like this.”

Sana instantly blushed, looking down as if it’d hide her face at all. But she missed the heat that rose to your cheeks too, the nervous biting of your lip as you waited for a response. “I would love nothing more,” she smiled, her eyes shining brilliantly. “And I can’t wait.”

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believinghurts · 3 years ago

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New Series Alert

I have gotten back into Twilight and have decided to take a swing at writing fanfics for it. This is the prolouge/start to my new OC series. Please read and let me know what you think! Don’t worry I will be continuing writing the Their Daugther series as well, but my James Potter and Percy Weasley series has been put on pause. I’m not 100% sure where to go next in those stories so until I figure it out I am trying something new!

Warnings: Bella bashing, jealously, umm Renee being rude

Word Count: 900

Lucky Star

“Well I see that you are still dying your hair those God awful colors, Elizabeth,” Renee sneered at her eldest daughter while her step-siblings, Jack and Maisie, and her sister laughed.

“Yeah, I am. Good to see you too, mom,” Lizzie rolled her eyes slightly. She had always been the least favorite twin in her mother's eyes. Isabella, her sister, was perfect in every way possible according to Renee. This was the first time she had seen her mother in about 4 years. Lizzie had lived with their father all of her life. When she and her sister were three their parents got divorced. Isabella went with their mom and Lizzie with their dad, then during the summer, the girls would switch for a month. That was up until their mother met Phil and his two-span, then Lizzie’s summers became filled with sitting in her small room alone. Bella decided when she was 11 that she didn’t want to switch anymore causing Lizzie to stop seeing their mother altogether. She would call once or twice a year if that, but it was fine. Lizzie had plenty of people to fill that void in such as Sue Clearwater and her boyfriends’ mother, Esme.

Lizzie wouldn’t be here now if it weren’t for Renee not wanting Bella to fly alone, but of course, it was okay for Lizzie to fly alone to Arizona to just turn around and fly right back to Forks, Washington. Lizzie would much rather be at home watching baseball with her dad or out with Rose causing mischief to Roses’ siblings. Lizzie had always been slightly envious of the Cullen siblings' relationship. Although adopted they were all incredibly close. Emmett and Edwards were always joking around with Rose and Alice talking about fashion while Jasper and Grey were always working on some sort of puzzle. Isabella and Lizzie had never really gotten along even as kids. The favoritism from their mother combined with Bellas's need to be the center of attention always caused a rift.

Lizzie remembers the one time she got the lead in a school play during the fourth grade. She had called her mother, excited to share her achievement only to have her rip it away by saying Bella won some award for math and that Lizzie probably only got it because the other girl was sick or something. Bella bragged about her award every time she saw her sister while belittling her about the play-calling it and Lizzie names.

“I would love to stay and chat, but we have a flight to catch. Come on Bella.” Lizzie turned and walked back towards the Port Angeles terminal wanting to get back to rainy Washington and away from her mother as soon as possible. She hears Bella say goodbye and her hurried footsteps to catch up with Lizzie.

“You could have said goodbye” the younger Swan snapped while they waited for their boarding passes to be called.

“Why? It’s not like mom or any of them care if I do or not,” Lizzie answered back. The sound of Lizzies phone ringing cut of Bellas reply. Lizzie smiled before picking up. “Hey, Esme. What’s up?”

“Hi, darling. I was just making sure you landed okay and was about to be on your way back,” The matron of the Cullen household replied. Esme had loved Lizzie ever since she met her. The girl was sweet and caring towards everyone including her family of vampires. Lizzie never made them feel like they were anything less than human. Esme had heard of how her actual mother treated her and stepped in to help fill the role since she already saw her as one of her own.

“Yeah, the flight was fine. We’re waiting to be called now. So I’ll have to get off soon.” Lizzie ignored Bellas's confused looking glare.

“That’s fine. I was just checking up on you. I’ll see you tomorrow hopefully.” Lizzie heard a yell coming through the background. “Tell my girl I’ll see her at school tomorrow!”

Lizzie giggled, “I’ll see everyone tomorrow. Bye Esme,” and since she knew whoever was in the house could hear her, “Bye everyone else!” a chorus of byes rang out as she ended the call.

“Who was that?” Bella asked. She was confused as to why her sister had so many people who cared about her. Bella knew she was the better twin; she was prettier, smarter, funnier.

Lizzie ignored her sister till after take off. She knew she was trapped into answering now. “Lizzie, who was that? Whose Esme? Dad’s girlfriend?”

Lizzie burst out laughing. She knew that her dad would never date, she had tried multiple times to get him to. He was too focused on his daughter and job to do so. And the thought of Carlisle and Esme not being together was heartbreaking, “No, Esme is not dads’ girlfriend. Esme is my boyfriend's mother.”

Bellas jaw dropped to the floor. Does her sister have a boyfriend? Who has a family that likes her? That was insane to her. Bella remained quiet for the remainder of the flight thinking of how she was going to get this ‘boyfriend to leave her sister and come to her. She knew that he was probably weird if he was dating her blue-haired sister, but she didn’t care. Soon everyone would see what a freak Elizabeth Star Swan was

#twilight fanfiction #twilight #wolf pack twilight #carlise cullen #edward cullen #esme cullen #jasper cullen #cullen coven #cullen family #rosalie cullen #twilight oc #new work #new series

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sgtjbbhasmyheart · 4 years ago

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Drunk Texting Is(n’t) Bad for Your Health- Chapter Seven

Series Summary: Talk about your unconventional meet-cute! Bucky receives a text by mistake requesting he prove he’s not Reader’s sister. The easy dialogue between Reader and Bucky sparks a natural friendship, but could it lead to more? Bucky still deems himself unworthy of any form of affection or love. Reader is hellbent to prove him wrong. With the help of some (meddling) friends along the way, Bucky may get his happily-ever-after after all.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2684

Warnings: ANGST, bad language words

A/N: Thank you, thank you, thank you for all your love and support for this series! Everyone who has liked or reblogged this week after week means the world to me!

A/N 2: I split their date into 2 parts because I wanted to give perspective from both sides. Enjoy Bucky’s POV first!

DO NOT copy or replicate without my permission.

An anxiousness bubbled up inside Bucky as he and (Y/N) stepped out of her office building and onto the crowded Manhattan sidewalk. It was five o’clock, meaning every other yuppie in New York was trying to get somewhere as well. Walking shoulder to shoulder with her felt like a feat in itself. Everyone around them seemed to be heading in the opposite direction, and they were fighting against the current like a pair of spawning salmon swimming upstream.

With his size and stature, most passers-by gave Bucky a wide berth. But with (Y/N), they didn’t. They jostled her like a small boat caught at sea during a storm; they gave her no mind in their rudeness. She fought to stay astride him as businessmen shouldered past her like a runningback fighting to make it to the endzone.

A feeling of protectiveness washed over him. Longing to whisk (Y/N) away from her place on the dirty cement increased with every step. The defensive surge fizzing right below the surface wanted him to tuck her into his side and glower at anyone who dreamed of coming close.

Bucky couldn’t, of course. He had to play it as if they’d only met a few days ago, no matter how much he wanted to. Instead, he grasped her empty hand and led her through the swarm of fellow New Yorkers.

(Y/N)’s hand was warm inside his, and the very thought of him touching her made his pulse quicken. The reaction wasn’t unpleasant. Though, it fuzzily reminded him of his teenage years. He was nearly one hundred years old! He shouldn’t be acting like a lovesick fool.

But here he was- swooning over a girl like he was fifteen again.

Bucky felt a yanking on his arm as (Y/N) pulled him from the stream of rushing bodies. Unmoving, at the edge of the rush, he found it was easier to breathe again. The fretfulness bled away once they were standing still.

He peered around, questioning why they’d stopped. Wedged between two high-rise buildings was a squat cafe. The shop’s window front beamed onto the footpath like the mecca it was, calling bystanders in from the street. Above the green striped awning over the entrance spelled out Deja Brew in colorful, blocky letters. Bucky chuckled at the play on words.

Towing the door open, (Y/N) tugged him in further.

Stepping inside the brightly lit coffee shop, Bucky was blanketed by the overpowering scent of fresh coffee grounds. It was potent, hanging thick in the air. Taking a deep breath in, he was transported back to a rickety kitchen and a second-hand table, where he and Steve would take their morning coffee and breakfast. The smell reminded him of simpler times. Times before all the trouble Hydra had caused. He let go of a nostalgic sigh.

“Right?” (Y/N) asked, standing at his side. He’d nearly forgotten she was there. “I love it here. It always feels like coming home.”

Bucky grinned down at (Y/N), understanding how she felt. The exposed brick walls, the tidy, destressed floors, and the primary colors being strewn about the space gave him a sense of sentimentality.

“I come in here several times a week,” she explained. “Not just because it’s convenient, but it reminds me of growing up.”

Bucky nodded in agreement, taking in the warm atmosphere of the quaint shop. “I get that.”

The pair strolled up to the counter and, presumably, the barista taking orders. Without looking in their direction, the young man in an apron spoke in a monotone, “Welcome to Deja Brew. What can I get started for you?”

A smile slowly crawled across (Y/N)’s lips. “Hey, Bryson. Didn’t know you were working tonight?”

Bryson’s head whipped up so fast; Bucky thought it might detach from his shoulders. His cheeks dimpled, and the corners of his striking green eyes crinkled into a bright smile. “Hey, beautiful!” Bryson beamed. “I’m doing a double--covering for Kari. I wasn’t expecting you tonight.”

“You know me,” (Y/N) said with a tinkling laugh. “Just can’t stay away.” Bryson replied with his own laughter.

A flare of jealousy twisted unexpectedly in Bucky’s gut. Was (Y/N) flirting?

Bucky supposed he could consider Bryson classically handsome. He was taller than Bucky with short, sandy brown hair and broad shoulders. His muscular frame filled out the black polo shirt he wore, but he wasn’t overly bulky- like he played baseball in college. There was a smattering of light freckles over his high cheekbones and straight nose. And eyelashes to rival Steve’s.

Was this his competition?

Bucky grumbled to himself and gritted his teeth as he watched the two giggle over some inside joke. There was an envious gnawing behind his ribcage as Bryson leaned onto his elbows over the countertop, inching closer to (Y/N). That was his girl!

Without warning, like a shaken soda bottle, his voice exploded from his mouth, dripping annoyance, “I’ll take a medium Americano, a chocolate croissant, and whatever the lady is having.”

Shocked back into the present by Bucky’s gruff words, Bryson shot upright. His startled green eyes shifted from (Y/N) to Bucky and back again. Bucky could barely contain his eye-roll as the other man feigned busyness after being caught slacking. It was apparent Bryson only had eyes for (Y/N), or he would have noticed she wasn’t alone, despite Bucky standing mere centimeters away from her.

Possessiveness tingled at Bucky’s fingertips, and the compulsion to wrap his arm around (Y/N)’s waist was strong. He wanted so badly to reach out and pull her close. Show this punk who she belonged to.

Regardless of his feelings, though, Bucky had no claim over (Y/N). He’d known her as Bucky for a scant three days. He imagined she’d known Bryson a lot longer. He couldn’t profess his desire to be hers in such a short time, no matter the urgency. It would come off as weird and controlling.

So, he resolved to bite the inside of his cheek and grin and bear it. He could bide his time, right? He’d waited seventy years. What’s another seventy more?

Bucky cringed internally at the thought of waiting.

“(Y/N), you know this guy?” Bryson inquired, acting as if he’d finally grown a pair, with a bite to his words.

Bucky’s pulse fluttered as (Y/N) turned to face him, a smile on her lips and something sparkling in her eyes. “I do,” she said. “He’s my date.” She grinned bigger with a cute scrunch to her nose as she said date.

Bryson’s eyes widened in alarm, then quickly narrowed in suspicion as he observed the flowers (Y/N) held. Bucky wondered, momentarily, if he was the first guy (Y/N) had ever brought into the shop. Was Bryson just as jealous as he was?

It wasn’t until he saw the almost imperceivable head tilt to get (Y/N) to step away from Bucky’s side did he realize what Bryson’s genuine concern was about.

(Y/N)’s brow furrowed in confusion as she took a stride to her right.

In a hushed whisper, Bryson asked, “You know who he is, right?” Bucky’s super-hearing picked up every word.

(Y/N) unsuccessfully tried to blink away her uncertainty, causing her eyebrows to pinch together further. “Who exactly is he, Bryson?” (Y/N) pondered, an edge of irritation leaking into her speech. She crossed her arms over her chest, drawing her sweater tighter around her body.

Bucky could hear it in her voice. (Y/N) knew precisely what Bryson had meant and was trying to draw it out of him.

“You know,” Bryson said, not even trying to whisper anymore. “He’s that guy.”

(Y/N) cocked her head to the side a fraction. “You mean the guy who the US government exonerated for any and all crimes he may have committed as The Winter Soldier? You mean that guy?” (Y/N) deadpanned, uncrossing her arms. Bryson stared at her blankly.

“What about the guy who got drafted into a war unwillingly?” (Y/N) continued. “Or the one captured by the enemy and experimented on against his will?” Her hands curled into fists as the tension in her body rose. Bryson’s eye contact suddenly became very jumpy, unable to focus on her now and for a good reason.

“How about the guy who fell from a train- survived- and had his arm barbarically amputated?”

Bucky watched (Y/N)’s hands tighten further, blanching her knuckles of any color. He shuffled forward, ready to jump in if need be. Although, she was doing a good job holding her own.

“Don’t forget about that one guy who was tortured and abused, brainwashed, and forced to commit unspeakable atrocities for over seventy years, all in the name of a cult,” (Y/N) stated, pressing her palms flat against the countertop and ducking her head, trying to catch Bryson’s eye. His face flushed visibly in embarrassment.

“In case you aren’t caught up on your current events, Bryson, that guy’s name is Bucky Barnes,” (Y/N) spit sardonically.

Bryson raised his eyes at this, and the look on his face darkened. “Regardless of whether he was brainwashed or not, he’s an Avenger,” Bryson sneered, his gaze sliding to Bucky. “And that makes him dangerous.”

What the hell was this guy’s problem? Bucky wondered, wanting to wipe the smirk off his smug face.

(Y/N) let out a humorless huff of a laugh. Her lips spread into a thin line. “No more dangerous than the possibility of being struck by lightning or getting hit by a subway train.”

Bucky chuckled inwardly as Bryson flexed his jaw in frustration. (Y/N) was really getting to him.

Bryson’s expression morphed into something more sinister. “I mean, are you really going to take the word of some ‘expert’ from a third-world country that he won’t turn into a murder-bot again?” The air-quotes in his tone punctuated the contempt he undeniably felt.

Anger blossomed in Bucky’s chest at the degrading mention of the Princess of Wakanda. He owed everything to Shuri. If it weren’t for her, he definitely wouldn’t be in New York right now but on the run again. Shuri saved his life.

Bucky took a step toward the counter, intending to do something, anything to shut this jackass up. Instead, (Y/N) placed a calming hand to his sternum, stopping him from doing anything rash. The look of disdain on Bryson’s face amplified the longer (Y/N)’s touch lingered on his body, and that was equally as satisfying as causing this prick bodily harm.

“While your concern is unwarranted,” (Y/N) assured, “it’s also unwanted. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”

She gazed up into Bucky’s blue eyes fondly; a charming smile curled at her lips. “Besides, I don’t think he’d hurt a fly now.”

“It’s your funeral,” Bryson mumbled under his breath. (Y/N) didn’t catch it, or she paid it no mind.

The affection Bucky felt for (Y/N) at that moment swelled exponentially. He was in love with her, he realized. It was no longer just a crush.

No one, other than Steve, had ever championed for him as openly or as forcefully as she had just then. The adoration accumulating in his heart felt like it would erupt at any minute. She made him want to believe in love again. She made him think he might be worthy of that love someday.

He’d have to find a way to earn it, somehow.

Staring into her beautiful face and seeing compassion and empathy made him want to press his lips to hers. He still couldn’t believe she’d found him on accident. It was all so serendipitous.

There was one crucial roadblock obstructing his path to happiness, though. One he couldn’t possibly ignore for much longer without consequences— figuring out how to tell (Y/N) he and James were the same. But how?

Until then, he’d enjoy the ride.

“Hey, Bryson,” (Y/N) vocalized, her timbre a saccharine sweet. “I’ll take a medium iced mocha with extra whip and a white chocolate raspberry scone as well.” She winked at Bucky.

A scoff came from low in the pastry case causing Bucky and (Y/N) to titter in laughter.

“Wow. That was-” Bucky started, trying to find the words to explain how her coming to his defense made him feel.

(Y/N)’s pupils dilated, the gravity of the situation sinking in. “Oh, my God!” she said in a near panic. “I’m so sorry!”

Bucky smiled at her warmly. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.” He brushed a stray hair from her cheek delicately, his fingers dallying along the soft skin. The palm of his hand settled just below her ear, on the side of her neck. His thumb bobbed up and down with every clench and unclenching of her jaw.

“You must be so sick of hearing the same argument over and over again. People deciding your guilt or innocence based on first glances,” (Y/N) murmured, finally dropping her hand from his chest.

Bucky wondered if she could feel the pounding of his heart through all the layers of clothes he was wearing. “It’s nice to have a cheerleader, for once,” he answered honestly.

The corner of (Y/N)’s mouth quirked up. “I’ll always be in your corner, Bucky.”

His stomach dipped at her words’ implications. He whole-heartedly believed she would. “Thank you.”

(Y/N) shrugged in response. Over her bouncing shoulder, Bucky caught a glimpse of Bryson scowling at the two of them from his spot at the espresso machine. Bile churned in his belly. Bryson was turning into a nuisance, like a mosquito at a summer barbeque.

Bucky brought the hand at (Y/N)’s neck down to her upper arm and rubbed it gently. “Why don’t you find us a seat. I’ll finish up here,” he said, giving her a lopsided grin. She returned the gesture and nodded her head in acquiescence, sweeping past him.

Bucky followed her movements through the coffeehouse as she picked a cushioned bistro set positioned near the front windows. The waning light of the day cascaded through the clear glass, highlighting her delicate, feminine features. She was breathtaking.

Turning to face the dreadful barista, the grin on Bucky’s lips faded into a frown.

Bryson set their order down roughly on the register counter and proceeded to punch in the items on the touchscreen. He remained silent, mulishly waiting for payment. The death glare he wore seemed to be permanently etched into his features now.

Bucky could tell he was seething; the vein in his forehead throbbed with every beat of his pulse. Instead of engaging, though, Bucky smirked and slid a twenty-dollar bill toward the other man.

Bryson angrily scooped up the money. He bent his head closer to Bucky, gnashing his teeth. “If you hurt a single hair on her head, I will burn you to the ground,” he taunted, reaching into the till for change and tossing it on the counter.

Bucky’s expression never faltered. His exterior remained composed, cool as a cucumber. Inside, he raged like a bull seeing the color red. He wanted nothing more than to mop the floor with this asshole’s face. Alternatively, he gathered the littered change and dumped it all into the tip jar sitting beside the register. He stared Bryson dead in the face, a ghost of a smile still clinging to his mouth. “And if I ever hear of you treating (Y/N) with the blatant disrespect you showed her today…” Bucky paused, his voice calm and controlled. He leaned forward, pushing in closer to Bryson’s ear. “They’ll never find your body.”

The joy he felt coursing through his body as Bryson’s eyes stretched to the size of saucers and his Adam’s apple wobbled as he gulped in fear was indescribable.

Bucky gathered their drinks and pastries, pivoting towards the table where (Y/N) sat. He shouted over his shoulder as he walked away, “Have a good day, Bryson!”

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