#but i was giffing something else yesterday and i really needed to gif these cute expressions

[supemaeve]

[scarletwinterxx]

i was enchanted to meet you - jeno

hiiiiii - 7llin with dream got me writting again🥺 Jeno's just soooo cute in that content, my heart is so weak for him. Enjoyyyyyy

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"Pst"

You look over beside you, coming face to face with Jeno

"What?"

"Why are you glaring at the screen like that?" he asks, he's been watching you stare at your laptop screen like that for a few minutes before deciding to ask you. That made you relax your face "I was squinting, I forgot my glasses in my other bag so I can't really see anythi-"

Your sentence got cut off when you see Jeno take something out of his bag, "Knew you'd forget it"

You take it from him, quickly putting your glasses on. Immediately everything becomes clearer

"That's so much better, thanks Jen" you smile at him which he gladly returns

Jeno has become some sort of human reminder for you. He's always there whenever you forget something, from your glasses to your keys to your appointments you sometimes forget.

He sometimes teases and nags you about it but secretly he loves it. He likes how you need him, and he likes taking care of you. It's like second nature to him now.

You on the other hand is like Jeno's defender, he's an introvert and you have no problem dealing with everyone and everthing else. The two of you balance each other out.

"I can't find the salt we need, should we go to another store?" he asks you.

The two of you are getting groceries, one of your favorite activities to do together. It's very domestic, but even the most mundane activities excites you when you do it with him

"Did you ask someone, maybe they have some in the back or something" you tell him, putting some other things in the cart

When he didn't reply to you, you looked over at him seeing the small pout on. You already knew what that meant.

Walking towards him, you loop your arm with his pulling him to the other aisle "Do we need the salt, like really need it?" you ask

"We have salt at home, but the recipe said we need this one" he answer

"Salt is salt, let's just use the one at home" you tell him, resolving the mini dilemma of your introverted boyfriend.

You grab other necessities like ramen, bread, milk and cereals.

“Who puts ice in milk and cereals?” Jeno asks, watching you put the mlik in the cart

“I do, and don’t hate on it until you’ve tried it. I've been telling you for so long to give it a try”

“Sounds... disgusting"

“It’s just cold milk, dude” you tell him. The first time you told him you enjoyed your cereal in the morning with ice and milk, you thought he'd be weirded out but instead he just nodded and got you a glass of ice to put in your cereal.

From that moment on you knew he's the one for you.

The memory made you smile, looking over at Jeno before hugging him sideways.

"What?" he asks confused

"Nothing, just remember how you didn't say it was weird when we ate breakfast the first time. You even got me ice"

He chuckles, putting his arm over you to hold you by the waist. One hand on the shopping cart.

"Definitely left a lasting impression, I would say"

"Oh so me eating my cereal with ice left more of an impression than the night we met?" you ask jokingly

He smiles, then leans down towards you "I mean I'll never forget the night we met when you literally fell for you. Like landed right on my lap"

"It's been years, I told you Renjun pushed me"

"Mhm, love you too" he teases you

He remembers that night too, like it happened yesterday. The night started out like any other party he's been too, he was just lounging in the living room when all of a sudden someone lands on his lap.

That was the first time he met you.

You apologized over and over again, embarrassed out of your mind but Jeno being the gentleman that he is assured you it was okay. You thought that was the last you'll see of him but turns out it was the start of a beautiful relationship.

"Question, can I take this hoodie home with me?"

Jeno hears you from behind him, taking a quick look while the game loads to see you wearing one of his many hoodies.

One of many you claimed your own ever since you started dating. He wonders why you still ask until now when you always end up wearing it

"Take your pick" he says, "This is my pick for the week, also remind me to buy your fabric softener. I love this smell"

Jeno smiles at you, opening his arms inviting you in for a hug. You trudge towards him, letting his arms wrap around you. He pulls you on his lap, the gaming chair moves a bit before he turns it back towards his computer.

"You're going to play like this?" you ask him, your adorable boyfriend nods before giving your nose a peck

"You sure?" you ask again, instead of answering you with words he just hugs you even closer. Tucking you under his chin while you hear him type away on his keyboard

"Alright then, not gonna lie I can take a nap like this" you yawn, resting your head on the crook of his neck

"Go rest, baby. I'll hold you"

You smile at his words, feeling relaxed in his arms. Jeno knows you struggle sleeping. It gives him joy whenever he sees you asleep on his bed or on the couch in his dorm or most times on his lap whenever the two of you are cuddling.

It's like a super power only he has, you feel safe and comfortable with him your mind just forgets all the noise and finally get the rest it needs.

If you're being honest, you've probably slept more soundly on his bed with him than on your bed. The only time you can fall asleep easily on your bed is when he's with you.

After a few rounds, Jeno logs out and turns his computer off. Gently lifting you up in his embrace before walking towards the bed to lay you gently.

He goes out the room to check around the apartment before going back into bed with you. Plugging both of your phone on the charging dock before turning to face your sleeping figure, he can't help but admire you.

Even when you're asleep, you still amaze him. He's enchanted with you. Ever so gently he scoots over to cuddle you, tucking you in his arms like he's shielding you from the world before whispering a quick 'good night, i love you' in your ear.

[har-rison-s]

mask & seek: 15

batman x fem!reader

based on: Hello! May I request Battinson x SpiderWoman!Reader fic where she’s from the MCU but then she ends up in Battinson’s universe and meets him? Maybe he doesn’t trust her at first but once she saves him from something, he relents then begins to trust her and maybe then a relationship ensues??

author's note: hey all :) mask & seek is forreal back this time. i think this is my favourite series ever, sooooo.... i really want to like actually finish it. there's not a lot left honestly, but don't worry, no spoilers. i hope you guys are still tuning into this, i know it's been like..... more than a year since i published 14, and almost two years since i started mask & seek too.... wow. that's insane. so! bruce and y/n are so cute in this. happy reading <3

main masterlist

bruce wayne masterlist

part fourteen

word count: 4.7k

warnings: little bit of smut towards the end, it's pretty short, some anxieties, self-doubting

gif credit goes to author! (i know it's neil but i needed a sorta domestic bruce gif and there are none!!! i cannot find them!!)

“okay, here goes,” y/n mutters with a heavy heart and a chest that seems to have grown ten times its usual weight. she sticks the porta filter back into its place in the coffee machine and faces vanessa with a heavy sigh. everything is heavy as of now, most of all - her own heart. vanessa meets y/n’s dark eyes with her bright ones, “i... will be quitting this job soon.” y/n finally tells her. 

immediately she thinks her voice was too quiet, too unsure, too dark even, maybe? and maybe she uttered the words too fast. but really, no matter what voice she uses or how she says it, the news stay the same, and they still break vanessa’s heart. her eyes grow wide and her mouth hangs slightly agape. “what? you’re leaving?” she asks in nearly a whisper, shock and sadness all over her features. y/n can do nothing else but nod. “why? are you going somewhere? did something bad happen yesterday or something?”

“no, no, no, not at all,” y/n answers with a shake of her head. god, does she tell her the truth? it’s been a only a few days since that faithful night and morning that were followed by this decision being made, officially. it’s been hard for y/n to muster the courage to tell her co-workers, much less her boss, about leaving this job, but it’s also been killing her not to tell them. so here she is, choosing vanessa as the first person she tells. mainly because vanessa has become sort-of her best friend, and she trusts her the most, “i, uh... i got a really good job offer. it’s something completely different, but actually in the field or, value margin, that i wanna work in, and have wanted to for... a while. basically since i was a kid.”

“not a team of crazy scientists, i hope?” vanessa asks, now her face changing to doubt. it makes y/n laugh, and she does so while shaking her head. “okay, what is it, then? some genie came up to you and offered you three wishes, one of them being getting your childhood dream job?” vanessa gets more casual and closer again. y/n chuckles again.

“something similar to that,” y/n nods along, “only the genie is a man who happens to have very, you know, thick pockets,” y/n wiggles her eyebrows, and vanessa laughs, “he’s honestly the kind of man who’d fulfil more than three of my wishes, he’s made that quite clear.”

vanessa grows an ear-to-ear wide grin and gives y/n a wicked look. “is this about bruce wayne coming to visit you here those days back?” she asks and steps even closer to y/n, so their conversation would get more private in the café with nearly all full tables, “did you guys work it out? and how do you even know him? he’s a very hard man to catch outside his enormous house, much less to meet.”

now, bruce had predicted that this kind of question would come up for both of them, and that they couldn’t just dodge it. he also predicted that people would want a clear status of their relationship, to know how the business would really work and how it came to work at all. his and y/n’s conversation about it came to start on something like...

“i don’t want to be a faceless fling of yours in the eyes of the media and public,” y/n admits with a frown on her face, and bruce looks to her.

“well, you’d be the first one to have that title,” bruce faintly jokes. y/n gives him a curious look, still thinking that it sounds kind of impossible, “at least we’re the same age. they’ll take you somewhat seriously.”

“somewhat seriously?” she echoes, now turning to face him completely, one leg bent at the knee before her, on which she lazily splays her arm. bruce shakes his head.

“trust me, i know this so-called industry,” he clarifies, “the press love the old billionaires and their young fling-of-the-months.” bruce says and has a dark-humoured chuckle. it’s sad, really, that old men go after much more younger women, and that the press make all their money off it. bruce knows that. he’d never want to be that kind of man, and he’d never wish that fate upon any girl. “what do you want to be to the public?” bruce asks y/n as he looks to her again, his shoulders hunched forward.

she shrugs. “don’t want to lie about anything that i am, or what we are,” she says truthfully, “but then again – tell the truth, and they find a way to make up lies, anyway.” y/n chuckles and shrugs her shoulders, looking thoughtfully out of the window.

bruce wears a faint smile on his face. “how does being my wife sound to you?” he asks her in a soft tone. that question, though it’s just a casual one mentioning an option for their title, makes y/n look at bruce again. she smiles, too, her head tilted to the side as it’s resting on her knee now. 

“for the papers or... in actuality?” she clarifies. bruce smiles wider. he wouldn’t mind having her as his wife, though we all know that’s an understatement, but he needs her consent, of course. he already feels closest to her now, sitting with her in her apartment, and he felt close to her and with her when she was at his mansion. marriage is only a document, two rings and a ceremony. he doesn’t need that to know that he loves her, to have proof that they’ll want and belong to each other forever. 

so bruce shrugs for an answer. “whichever one you want.” he answers truthfully. it’s really all up to her. it’s her image to society, after all. and yes, of course, the medias and public change it to what they want it to be, but at the end of the day, she is the foundation of herself and how she is viewed. y/n smiles again, this time with a hum.

“neither, to be honest,” she answers and turns her gaze back to the window, “i’m not ready to be someone’s wife. not because i’d be scared of commitment or anything, no. i feel you and me have committed for quite some time now,” y/n says and they both chuckle, knowing it’s true, “no, it’s just that the word has so much meaning, so much... weight and unnecessary stigma around it, you know. like, you tell a person that you’re someone’s wife, and in their eyes you’re already pregnant, have two cars, a cul-de-sac and its garage full of washing machines, fridges and driers.” bruce laughs further. “plus, being a wife is just a legal paper and title. i could be your wife in my head, if i liked the title, without any legal, official papers.” bruce has quieted down, and just smiles now. it kills him to realise more and more, with each day and each new conversation with her, just how similar they are. they both see marriage the same way. “i wouldn’t say no if you proposed at any point in the future, though,” y/n clarifies and bruce chuckles again, like a school boy, “just making sure you heard me.”

“i hear you,” he confirms with a nod and that smile still on his face, “how double standard of me to not need to worry about my title. what if i wanted to be your husband or your fling of the month?” he suggests, and that makes y/n laugh loudly. she hops off the window sill, only wearing one of her huge thrifted sweaters and a pair of pajama shorts, and still giggling, tiptoes her way over to bruce, her thin socks touching the wooden floor of her apartment. he watches her all the way of doing so, and now that she’s comfortably sitting close next to him on the sofa, his eyes take on a more private gaze at her. she makes one of her beautiful smiles at him and breathes a short sigh. “what about you being my... girlfriend?” bruce now suggests, his voice a bit quieter. 

y/n’s smile grows even wider, and her mushed cheeks are complimented by a deep crimson blush. she smiles so wide her eyes are barely visible, but the small portion of them still visible shine with the few tears gathered in them. just pure happy tears, nothing else. she shrugs her shoulders and then moves closer to bruce. his body grows immediately aware of the proximity. “well, my only condition would be...” y/n starts to say, and sighs quickly again, “that you’ll be my boyfriend.” she says. and she thinks god, there must be more age appropriate terms for boyfriend and girlfriend for people their age, something between boyfriend and husband, and girlfriend and wife. partner seems too formal, as well. she feels too young saying saying boyfriend, and too old saying partner. but, she guesses, since they’re just playing with these terms, also the ones the medias like to use, there’s no harm in saying boyfriend and girlfriend.

bruce cracks a wide smile at that, something only y/n gets to see and even she rarely does, and his pale cheeks blush a rose pink for a moment, too. on the rare occasion y/n sees him blush, she always takes note of how the rose pink brings out the soft brown of his eyes, and the gentleness of his eyes altogether. they’re usually dark, filled with emotion to the brim, and encircled by that dark matter he uses. but his eyes are gentle, as is he. the light brown irises look up into y/n’s eyes with care and ease, and a smile still faintly displays itself on bruce’s lips, “i think that’s a good deal.” he says in a voice deep and soft. 

y/n smiles wide again and gets the closest to him that she can. legs entangled, y/n partly laying in his lap, faces close but hands still withdrawn from each other. “yeah?” she asks him in a faint whisper, and now her hand glides over the side of bruce’s face, like he’s often done to her, and she adores it. she only expects more of that in the future. 

his eyelids flicker as he looks up at her, and any expression except adoration and submission fades away from his features. bruce only gives her a nod in response and y/n smiles. the world goes completely quiet as she presses her lips down onto his. only their inhaling of breath can be heard as bruce encircles her waist with his arms and pulls her body impossibly closer to his own. y/n holds both sides of his face now, continuing to kiss him—still hoping she’s good at it—and draws in breaths through her nose because the event and sensation of kissing bruce is drawing out all air and suffocating her in the best way possible.

“we, uh...” y/n’s mind fogs a bit from that memory, but only pleasantly so, “we met through friends in the justice department.” she tells her, hoping it’ll be enough. she and bruce planned out a small cover story for them to use, involving an old friend of bruce’s in the justice department, who happens to be on vacation right now. 

“oh, you never told me you had friends there!” vanessa muses. “tell me exactly how you met, i need all the details.” 

y/n chuckles, and hopes the nervousness in her chuckle doesn’t appear too strong. “it’s nothing romantic, i promise,” she tells vanessa, “they visited me here on a closing shift after some dinner they’d had, and bruce happened to be with them.” y/n says, but she knows she’s gotta do better than that. funny, how her whole life here in gotham has been built on lies she’s told, and she’s suddenly nervous to lie. maybe it’s because she has to lie to vanessa. but she’s done that before, too. “he told me recently that i struck him in the first moment he saw me. i do remember how awkward he was when he tried to order a drink.” y/n says and makes a small laugh again, but this time it’s genuine because she knows how awkward bruce, in truth, can get sometimes.

“i don’t care what you say, to me that is romantic,” vanessa replies. y/n shakes her head. the reason why she hates to be lying right now could be that the circumstances of how they met are much better than this made-up story. much more special, “wish i could have been there to see it.” vanessa admits. y/n doesn’t like the light this cover story paints her in, either. rich business man falls for the woman serving him. in her eyes that feels very weird for some reason. maybe it’s her feminist character that finds it weird. 

but judging by vanessa’s face, the cover story and y/n’s acting are natural and convincing enough. y/n wishes she could spill the truth to vanessa, because god knows she trusts her, but she can’t tell her the truth. it would jepordise everything. “you would have got second-hand embarrassment, v,” y/n tells her and both women laugh. 

“so, what, are you gonna be working for wayne enterprises now?” vanessa clarifies.

“sort of,” y/n answers with a shrug, “you’ll see. but don’t tell anyone else yet. and don’t tell anyone outside of work, ever. they’ll be all over you, and i do want us to make our relationship public, not anyone else.”

“yeah, yeah, you and I both know how tabloids work around here,” vanessa answers, “even though i’d love to tell everyone, i promise you on sebbie’s life that i won’t tell a soul.” she promises y/n on her cat’s life and does a cross over her heart. y/n chuckles at the superstition element. “you’ll have to deal with them a lot, though. i’m sorry for that.” 

“yeah, thanks,” y/n replies quietly, taking that vanessa has mentioned the thing she’s most afraid of. she guesses vanessa knows the character assassination women face in gotham if they’re on any tabloid or news banner. y/n is in for a big portion of that—people don’t take too kindly to women who work in the same company for their male partners or spouses. it’ll be even worse for y/n perhaps, because she’ll be getting a job at wayne enterprises because she’s in a relationship with bruce. there’s nothing wrong with it, and it was bruce’s idea. god knows what kind of speculations will spiral out of that fact...

y/n feels bruce’s tongue against her own as he brushes his hands underneath her sweater now, petting her waist gently. the image of his large calloused hands on her bare skin already entices y/n more, her sharply inhaling breath through her nose. it feels difficult to breathe now, her fingers digging into the skin of his face. bruce softly groans at the feeling, and an almost animalistic shiver sends his hands to the back of y/n’s thighs and pulls them closer to his crotch, positioning her legs on either side of his body. 

the pair nearly fall over from the impact, but y/n steadies them both with ease that her instincts provide, and they only interrupt their kissing with laughter over their slight clumsiness. she really has me feeling like a teenager, bruce thinks to himself before kissing her once more. they melt into each other so easily you’d think they were two pieces of butter on a hot pan. y/n is just about ready to eat him up, she feels this insatiable urge to touch him and kiss him all over, for as long as she has breath.

and when she’s reaching into his sweatpants and adjusting him up with her entrance, panties slid to the side, it’s almost like they sync up completely. the final transaction, the closest they can get, yet they still want more. they’re messy, panting, giggling, hands trembling as they hold onto each other and y/n rocks her hips on bruce’s length. he thinks this must be heaven – her on top of him, her chest in his face, her hands in his hair. he loves her on top of him, always did when she used to patch him up, clean his face, all those times. now their relationship has been turned around and this intimate position they’ve been in before has gained a different turn, too, one bruce was secretly thinking of beforehand.

“you’re so perfect,” he breathes against her skin, laying hot kisses across her chest, her sweater now pushed up, barely covering anything. y/n gasps at bruce’s lips on her breasts, mewls softly, and feels herself so close to release already. she pulls her sweater off over her head, it being in the way, and lets bruce pull her closer, smothering her chest with kisses, arms around her holding her securely. 

“fuck, i’m close, bruce,” she tells him in a heave of breath and bruce nods in response. it might be his familiarity with her body, and it might be her spidey-sense growing on him, but he could tell she was close before she uttered the words herself.

“i know, i’ve got you,” he tells her quietly and keeps his hands supportingly on her back. y/n looks into his eyes, her hand now on his cheek. 

“you f-feel so good inside me.” she whines and arches her back, hair messy in the air, complete surrender to her feelings. 

bruce feels himself twitch inside of her at the words, and he doesn’t resist the groan coming out from between his lips. he grips one of her thighs in his hand, one palm completely capable of covering it, and sees the bump he’s made in her, completely visible to him. “fuck,” he moans out and takes one of her hands in his, guiding it down to the bump, looking into y/n’s eyes as he does. y/n feels the phenomena there and gives him a tired smile, her cheeks sweaty and shining from it in the half-dark. 

“you’re so big, bruce, no wonder,” she compliments him and it makes them both chuckle quietly, though the praise once again goes straight to bruce’s hardness inside of her, “ah, fuck—” she starts to say, but can’t even finish her sentence, whatever it might have been, because her orgasm has taken hold of her and is washing through her entire body like an intense wave. bruce completely succumbs to her, feeling himself unloading inside of her, too, nearly in unison with her milking him in all his length. 

he tries to watch her face as she comes, not wanting to miss the sight of it, and he manages through his eyes filled with euphoria to catch the look of her. eyebrows scrunched, cheeks glistening with sweat, breasts on display for him, hair falling over her arched back. that is until she crumbles on top of him, her head resting on his shoulder and her hands gripping the back of the sofa. she pants heavily into his ear as he does the same, both of them grounding themselves back to reality. “you’re incredible, y/n,” bruce tells her and y/n smiles in response. 

she easily hops off him and finds her sweater on the floor and puts it on before sitting back down next to him. bruce stuffs himself back into his sweats and runs a hand through his hair. she turns her head to look at bruce and they smile at each other. “you’re not so bad yourself,” she tells him and kisses his lips gently. she circles her arms around his neck and they rest their foreheads together, “i could never get tired of this. physically, i mean. i think my stamina is through the roof,” y/n admits, making bruce chuckle, and she enjoys feeling the rumble of his laughter.

“i’ll try to keep up,” he promises and glances into her eyes, this time he’s made her laugh. with her he comes to realize how much he’s capable of. he can make her laugh, he can make her smile, he can make her blush, he can make her reach ecstasy-level orgasms. all of these are honours he holds dear to his heart, “i could never get tired of you.” he tells her quietly. 

“me, neither, of you,” y/n responds, then averts her eyes from bruce’s briefly, “what if i can’t take it? the press, the job? what if i’m not... good enough? classy enough?” she lets her anxieties wonder. it breaks bruce’s heart that she feels this way. 

“you’re more than good enough,” he assures her, “the press may want to say horrible things about you, and i know it’s easy to give into hate and... critique, but...” bruce shakes his head, “you’re the amazing spider-woman, without the suit and powers, too.” he makes a smile at her and y/n gives a weak one back. “you’re going to be so great at this, i already know it. and don’t be afraid to ask for help—me and alfred will be supporting you every step of the way.”

y/n sniffles quietly, but gives bruce a nod. she leans against the back of the sofa, letting go of bruce, and his skin misses her touch immediately. she rubs her eyes and sighs. “i’ve wanted to do something like this, be someone who can make a real change, all my life, since i was a little kid,” she tells him, “and everything that happened throughout growing up just made me want to do it more. and now you’ve given me this amazing opportunity to finally do something like it, and it scares me,” she turns her head to look at him again. bruce nods, understanding, and splays an arm over her frame, “i can never thank you enough for doing this for me. i’m really grateful for it. i’m just scared i won’t be any good at it.” 

“you will be,” bruce tells her, “i never expected this kind of... role would fall on me. i did know, of course, that i would have to follow in my father’s footsteps, and i was more than happy to, but doing it alone, especially when there’s so much pressure about it, and relentless work, never made me like it.” he shook his head. “i know i still want to help people, i always have, and being batman was my way of doing it, but... you’ve made me realize it’s never going to be enough. yes, i can make people fear me, but there’s always going to be someone not so afraid.” he makes a pause to clear his throat. “you remember that brothel we went to on our first night together?” he asks and y/n nods along. “we’re never gonna stop more of those being made by just... doing what we do on our night shifts. crime and corruption in gotham are like diseases. we gotta do more.” he says and y/n nods again. 

“i’m glad you see it now, too,” she tells him and runs a hand through his hair, “we will do more. but i can’t do it without you.” she says and makes a sad smile. bruce holds her moving hand in his and lays a kiss on the top of her palm. 

“you won’t,” he promises, “you won’t be alone. i’ll go to every interview, every event, anything with you.” so you won’t be alone, like i was, in this business. 

y/n chuckles. “really?”

“yeah, i promise,” bruce says with a smile and that’s what makes her believe him. she nods, “i’ll take care of you.” she presses their intertwined hands against his cheek.

“we’ll take care of each other,” she corrects him, and bruce nods, lips once again on her hand, “thank you for this. and for believing in me.” she makes a smile at him and curls herself closer to bruce. he nods at her. he’ll always believe in her. ever since that first night she took him to her apartment, he has put tremendous faith in her and she has always proved worth it. she has never disappointed him. she’s only ever surprised him and hurt him when she fled the manor that night. but never disappoint him. she should have ‘exceeds expectations’ written in her resume, in her passport. 

“always,” bruce says and kisses her lips. 

“uh, vanessa,” y/n calls for her attention again, and vanessa turns to her with welcoming eyes, “can you promise me that... you won’t say anything the press want you to say? no matter how much money they’re offering.” she requests shyly, hoping this won’t close vanessa off to her. but her friend-colleague nods. 

“of course,” she says, “i would never do that to you, man, come on,” she bumps y/n’s shoulder and they both laugh, “no amount of money could make me want to lie about you.”

“thanks so much. i’d never assume otherwise, you know, just had to make sure.” y/n says timidly and rubs her hands together. “i’ll hand in my resignation tomorrow. a month’s notice.” she tells her and vanessa nods with a smile, though she also sighs sadly.

“only a month with you left,” she says and makes a playful frown. y/n shakes her head, “it’s gonna be weird here without you.”

“i know,” y/n says in an aching voice, “it’s gonna be so strange not working here. but i’ll come here for coffee, i promise you that.”

vanessa smiles. “it’ll always be on the house,” she says and does a salute. it makes them both giggle again, but the bell ringing at the entrance door alerts them of a new customer and their laughter dies down a little. 

“that won’t go unnoticed, v,” y/n tells her as she takes her post behind the cash register. vanessa raises an eyebrow at her, “if i’m ever invited to a gala and i can take a plus one, it’s gonna be you.” y/n smiles at vanessa and she nearly bursts at the proposition.

“are you serious? but won’t mr wayne be your plus one?” she makes sure, but y/n shakes her head. 

“no, he gets his own invites. we could go as three, and i wouldn’t wanna go with anybody else, anyway,” she admits. 

“ah, just imagine – us getting ready together to go a gala! what a dream,” vanessa ties her apron around her waist again and passes y/n to stand behind the coffee machine, “your life’s definitely getting better.”

that statement sort of stops y/n in her tracks. her life is getting better, that’s true, she just hadn’t admitted that to herself yet. probably because she feels she doesn’t deserve it, isn’t worthy of such good circumstances. a great relationship, a job she’s wanted to do since she was a kid, a job in helping countless people in peril, poverty, hunger and everything else that’s eating gotham up from inside. but she doesn’t let herself enjoy it. well, truthfully, it hasn’t happened yet, and she’s already hesitant towards it.

being scared of the job is one thing – how good is she gonna be at it? how will everyone else at wayne enterprises like her? how will the media take her work? how will the people of gotham embrace her? but another thing is feeling like she doesn’t deserve it. she doesn’t come from upper class, she wasn’t born into money like bruce was. she comes from a different universe altogether. 

but shouldn’t an advocate for people who can’t defend or support themselves be someone exactly like them? maybe y/n should tell her story to the whole of gotham, about her hardships growing up, about her mother’s hardships – not the whole story in details, but just enough that would make people see that she’s just like them, no different, and wants to help. because she knows how she can help. she knows exactly what these people need because she’s been one of them. who better to protect and vouch for them than someone who comes from the same gutter? that would be a great article headline for the press, y/n thinks.

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[niki-phoria]

Hi, could I request a comfort Ni-ki fic where m!reader is struggling to catch up with the rest of the group and Ni-Ki helps him?

or

Ni-ki comfort fic where he stays up with m!reader to play some games, something like him holding reader while he plays through a tough level.

i need someone to make a gif of niki with the lollypop from the end of the latest en o'clock ep does anyone know what i'm talking about

he's so cute i love him there are literal stars in his eyes

pairing: niki x 8th member!male! reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff, comfort word count: 1.3k

includes: reader being insecure about his dancing, self doubt, supportive enha, blushy niki i am obsessed with blushy boys sorry but i make the rules

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i couldn't decide on which idea i wanted to write so i just combined them lol you literally read my mind i was thinking about how i wanted to write more niki fluff yesterday and then i got this ask lmao this idea was really cute, i hope you enjoy <33

requests open !! read my rules first

you curse under your breath as you lose count of the steps again. you bite your tongue in frustration as your choreographer sighs. although she’s trying to hide her frustration, you can see how she continues to grow more annoyed each time you have to repeat the steps. she glances back at you for a second before refocusing on the mirror in front of you and rolling the tension from her shoulders. “let’s just do it again, okay?” 

even without being able to see him looking at you in the reflection of the mirror you can feel niki’s eyes on you. you keep your gaze trained on your feet, mentally practicing the footwork once again. he’s standing on the other side of the room from you. his dancing is flawless - like it always is. you know it’s irrational, but it feels like you’re the only person struggling. like you’re dragging the team down. 

you repeat the steps once again. and again. and again. and again. you practice for so many hours that your shirt clings to your body because of the sweat by the time you finish. your hair is nearly dripping. everything feels uncomfortable. your sticky t-shirt, your too-thick sweatpants, the way your shoes dig into the heels of your feet, the burn in your throat from dehydration, your growing headache from the unforgiving studio lights above you. it adds to your irritation at yourself, fueling the flames of your insecurity. 

finally, your choreographer sighs, taking her hat off to push her bangs back. her once neatly tied bun is now a tangled ponytail laying on her back. “let’s stop for now,” she concludes, stopping the music. she grabs her water bottle, opening it as she continues. “good work today.” 

you wait for everyone else to filter out of the room before you finally lean down to take a swig of your own water. niki stays back with you, gesturing for you to sit down on the ground beside him. reluctantly, you obey. the dirty tile feels cool against your palms. “don’t push yourself too hard,” he whispers. “i’ll help you practice later if you really want to.” you remain silent, eyes completely focused on your water bottle. it feels lukewarm in your hands as you tilt the bottle back and forth, watching it swirl around inside of its plastic confines. 

niki’s gaze remains on you. he’s been looking at you all day. usually it would make you nervous; him staring at you. but today you’ve been so focused on your own shortcomings that you forget the boy who stole your heart as soon as you met him is watching you carefully. his eyes scan your face as if he’ll be able to read your mind if he tries hard enough. in some ways he can. your furrowed eyebrows and slight frown tell him everything you’re unable to vocally express. 

a knock at the door interrupts your one-sided staring contest. jungwon pokes his head in with a sympathetic smile, sunoo peeking over his shoulder from behind. “we’re heading home for the night. the car is ready if you’re coming.” 

niki nods, reaching over to grab your hand - a silent, but firm gesture. we're going home for the night. you're coming. we'll practice more tomorrow. “we’ll be right there.” he remains a quiet but welcome presence beside you as you grab your things, following jungwon and sunoo out of the studio. you lean against the car window. your swirling thoughts are kept at bay as jay reaches behind the seats through the car to pat your shoulder. 

“y/n?” niki slowly opens the door, slipping into your shared room. you sit up to look at him. he gives you a small smile as he walks over to sit down on the bed next to you. “you did your best today,” he whispers, reaching over to grab your hand. his thumb strokes against your knuckles as he intertwines your fingers. “everyone has off days. the choreography is hard. we all struggled with it. but you kept trying. that’s what’s important.” 

you move to look over at him. he leans down slightly to press his forehead against yours. his dark eyes stare into yours, somehow calming your anxieties about pulling the team down and easing your insecurities about yourself. “you really think so?” 

“i know so,” he hums, bringing his other hand up to your face. he strokes your cheek, leaning in to press a quick kiss against your cheek. you laugh at the ticklish feeling as he pulls away. “and the others do too. we love you. you could never disappoint us. or engene.” 

your lips quirk upwards into a small smile. you wrap your arms around niki, pulling him into a hug. he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. “thank you.” 

“anything for my boy,” he whispers. 

you savor the moment for as long as you can. it’s not often that niki is this affectionate with you - especially in the dorms when anyone could walk in at any time. he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, making you laugh as his hair tickles the skin. you can hear him stifle his own chuckle. “hey, you know what would make me feel better?” 

“hm?” the word is muffled against your shoulder. 

“beating you in mario kart.” 

niki pulls back, letting out a faux offended gasp. “i can’t believe this!” you bite back a laugh as he dramatically brings a hand up to his chest over his heart. “betrayed! by my own boyfriend!” 

you chuckle as you shake your head. niki breaks when you do, collapsing into a fit of laughter himself. you knock your shoulder into his as you stand up, holding out a hand for him. “come on, you big baby.” 

“but i’m your baby,” niki retorts. he lets you pull him up, following you out of the room. 

"unfortunately."

“you love it,” he teases. you playfully roll your eyes, shaking your head.

niki lets out a content sigh as you settle yourself in his lap. he grabs a controller, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his chin on your shoulder to see the tv screen from behind you. all of his worries disappear as you lean back against his chest and relax against him. you lean up to press a peck against his jawline, turning away before you notice the deep blush spreads across his face. he can hear jay and heeseung playfully arguing in the kitchen as they continue making dinner. 

as you wait for the game to begin, a realization dawns on him. sitting on the floor of your shared dorm with you in his lap and your friends surrounding you, he feels safe. it feels like home. like love. he’s in love with you. 

niki leans down to press a kiss against your shoulder, tightening his hold around you slightly. “i love you.” he whispers. though the words are barely audible you turn around immediately, staring at him with wide eyes. you both sit, staring at each other in shock for a few seconds before you smile brightly at him, pulling him into a sweet kiss. 

the moment is interrupted by sunghoon groaning as he lays onto the couch behind you. “you have a shared room for this,” he whines. you playfully roll your eyes as you pull away, pressing a final peck against niki’s lips.

“at least they have a reason to need a room,” jake teases, leaning over the edge of the couch. “it’s better than you can say.” 

"hey!" niki stifles a laugh as he hides his flushed face against your shoulder. sunghoon and jake's bickering drowns out any noise the tv is making, though none of you mind. you twist to look up at him with a small smile. when you finally begin the round he knows that he’s sure - he wouldn’t give this up for anything in the world.

[yoongisleftshoulder]

BTS Reacts: Biracial S/O Experiences Racism

A/N: Of course, something like this can be a touchy subject and I will take full responsibility if I write anything offensive or incorrectly. As I've said in previous pieces like this, you are welcome to call me out on any mistakes so I can learn and do better. I personally am not biracial nor have I experienced racism of the sort but my inbox is always open if you need support or someone to stand with you. Also, I apologize but I couldn't find credits for some of the gifs used. I take no credit for the making of them.

TW: General racism, bullying

JIN:

Jin couldn't believe it when you pulled up an antis hate themed blog focused around you. He knew there would be some heat once your relationship was revealed to the public but he never thought people would be low enough to create an entire blog to bully you and insult you just based off of your skin color. It almost blew his mind that someone would take the time to put you down so badly. Jin would gently take your phone out of your hand and close the page, setting the phone down and out of view.

"Don't pay attention to a word they're saying. They're not worth your time, you're perfect the way you are."

Jin made sure the blog and nasty racist comments thrown at you were forgotten quickly, reassuring you that they were meaningless and simply not true.

YOONGI:

Yoongi had been out with Jin picking up food for the two of you when you decided to watch a few video compilations on YouTube that some fans had created for your relationship with him. Most of them were cute and wholesome videos with nothing but positivity in the comment section and you found yourself smiling widely throughout your time reading them. However, on the last video you had chosen, the comments made your heart sink. You weren't sure why they were there all of the sudden but many users had written harsh racist insults towards you, some even going as far as writing out threats. You knew it was stupid and the words were empty and didn't really mean anything but you couldn't control the tears that were forming in your eyes, eventually beginning to spill down your cheeks. Just as you were at peak sobbing and second guessing yourself, wondering if Yoongi really loved you as much as he said, he walked in the door, food bags in hand. Immediately, when he saw you curled up on the couch crying, he dropped the bags and sat on the cushion adjacent to you. He started rubbing your arm, unsure whether or not doing anything further was going to upset you.

"Woah, what's wrong sweetheart?" Your boyfriend asked, his voice soft.

Between sniffles, you did your best to explain how so-called 'fans' were being incredibly racist towards you and saying Yoongi deserved someone of his own race.

Yoongi couldn't believe what he was hearing and was only able to muster out a quiet "What the fuck?" He was pissed to know you were upset and pissed that anyone could say such things to you.

"Don't listen to those assholes, they don't know you and they will NEVER know me. I love you, you're perfect the way you are. They're probably just jealous that there's nothing even mildly interesting about them. They mean nothing."

HOSEOK:

*Ping*

*Ping*

*Ping*

Your phone had been blowing up more than usual. Your boyfriend, Hoseok, was sitting next to you so you opted to check it, wondering who else would be sending you so many texts. Lit up on your screen were texts from your best friend, telling you not to listen to what people are saying on Twitter and that all of those people were wrong about you. Confusion washed over you as you opened the Twitter app to see what was going on. The first thing you saw was your relationship with Hobi on the trending list. Your heartbeat sped up as you tapped on the link to checkout the corresponding posts. As soon as it opened, you were met with post after post about the live you did with him yesterday, where you had revealed your face for the first time. There were comments saying how pretty you were and how sweet you seemed, of course, but among these comments were floods of hate speech. Every single negative comment had to do with the fact that you were biracial. You suddenly closed the app, tossing your phone to the side, startling Hoseok. He closed the book he had been reading in the chair across from you and asked you what was wrong, moving to sit aside you when he noticed tears pooling in the corner of your eyes. All you told him was to check Twitter. Taking out his own phone, he clicked on the trending HoseokxYN link and skimmed through the posts and comments. He very quickly put his phone back into his pocket, unable to read anymore racist words against you. Pulling you into a tight hug, he reassured you that he felt sorry for those people, telling you that they must feel so badly about themselves and have such low quality lives that they had to spew meaningless hate towards you. If anything, they were lower than you and were only doing it to feel better about themselves. Even though the remarks were towards you, it felt painful to read such things and he was overwhelmed by disappointment.

NAMJOON:

As you and Namjoon made your way through the intensely growing crowd inside of the airport, fans yelled and screamed various words of encouragement towards Namjoon. You loved to hear other people showering him with love and positivity, despite the craziness of the crowd itself. You were smiling widely while walking hand in hand with your boyfriend, listening to the fans, until you suddenly heard someone take a jab at the color of your skin. Namjoon heard the person too, stopping for a brief second to turn and glare at them. He shook his head as he turned back around, gripping your hand tighter, pulling it up to his face to lightly kiss your knuckles. Like a chain reaction, that one person being brave enough to say such things to you in front of him set off a wave of more racism. Namjoon began walking even faster, guiding you the whole way, wanting desperately to get you out of there.

"Those aren't my fans. If they were, they would never say such bullshit things to you."

JIMIN:

Jimin witnessing you beginning to cry after seeing racist comments saying you weren't worthy of being with him because you weren't Korean hurt his heart. Your laughter was his favorite sound in the world and he lived to see you smile. Seeing you so upset was painful and made tears prick his own eyes. You were so important to him and yet strangers were bringing you down with nonsense hate. Jimin made sure to pound it into your head that he wanted you and only you; if he wanted someone who was 100% Korean, that's who he would have chosen.

TAEHYUNG:

After a long chat, you and Taehyung decided to reveal your secret relationship to the public after having been together for over a year. Taehyung took the bold leap by posting a couple of cute, romantic photos from Valentine's day on his Instagram. Knowing that it would warrant a little bit of craziness, he did it late at night before the two of you went to bed, planning on checking on it in the morning.

That next morning, Taehyung had woken up before you. Rather than waking you up, he went into the kitchen, fixed himself up some breakfast, and got comfy on the couch with his phone, ready to checkout the reveal reactions. He found himself giggling at some of the comments, even feeling happy over some of the supportive ones he read. Not long after reading, though, he stumbled upon comments he wished he hadn't seen. Many racist insults and death threats filled the comment thread. They were targeting you because you were biracial, spewing hate and saying he deserved better than you, someone who was fully his own race. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"How could these people say things like this?" Taehyung whispered to himself, still trying to be careful about waking you up.

The thought of you waking up excited to read the reactions of army only to see your race being the main focus of the thread made him very upset. He pondered whether he should delete the photo or not, wanting to shield you from everything. After a while of thinking, he simply turned off the comments to the post.

When you finally awoke, the first thing you did was ask him about the public's reaction. He produced a white lie and said the staff recommended that he turn the comments off but allowed him to keep the photo up. Although you were disappointed, he would much rather have you thinking that's what happened, instead of being aware of the nasty racist comments that flooded the post.

JUNGKOOK:

The last thing Jungkook expected when you tagged along on a flight and exited the airport with him, navigating through the crowds of screaming fans, was to hear several death threats and racist remarks thrown around towards you. He gripped your hand tighter and tighter with each disgusting comment he heard, knowing he couldn't do anything in that very moment. He glanced at your face multiple times, checking if you were still mentally there, only to see that you had begun crying quite hard. Instantly, Jungkook removed his jacket and held it over you to cover your face as various people with their phones and cameras hounded you. When you were both sat safely inside of the car waiting for you guys, Jungkook pulled you in close, kissing the top of your head while you buried it into his chest.

"You know I don't think of those things, right? I don't care about your race, I love you for you. Don't listen to those people, they aren't real army."

[atlabeth]

turn back the clock - rafe cameron

summary: your boyfriend breaks up with you days before your best friend's wedding. you're dreading having to face it alone, but when some behind-the-scenes tampering by the bride brings you back into contact with your high school crush, more comes to light than you could've ever imagined.

a/n: thank you to ri for helping me decide which current wip to finish and this post i saw on ig for inspiring it in the first place. i love second chance romance so much and the obx3 trailer made me wanna start writing for rafe again so here we are lmao.

this has been in google drive hell since august and i finished the rest of it all in one go at midnight when i was supposed to be doing homework. so i hope you enjoy

wc: 4.2k

warning(s): small bit of angst at the beginning but basically all fluff, like toothrotting. also reader was a college track athlete but nothing else about her is described

(no i will not stop using this gif of him in the blue suit<333)

You didn’t really wanna have to make this call. Instead, you just wanted to stew in your own misery, watch some sappy rom-coms that make you feel even worse about what happened, and maybe go out and buy a couple pints of ice cream. 

But the day wasn’t supposed to be about you. And you owed it to Elizabeth to at least explain why you might be in a vaguely shitty mood at her wedding.

Honestly, though—you should have expected this. 

“He what?” 

“Liz—” you started, but you knew once she got going there was no bringing her down until she was done. 

“He broke up with you?” 

“Yes,” you said, and you clenched your free hand in a fist to keep from choking up. He didn’t deserve any of your time, you knew that, but that didn’t mean you weren’t hurting. It didn’t mean tears didn’t well up every time you thought about him. “He just sprung it on me out of nowhere last night. I thought we were doing pretty well, but,” you let out a watery laugh, “I guess not.” 

“I can’t believe him,” she seethed. “I told you not to trust guys with J names, and Jason is like, the biggest offender! I told you the moment we met him at that frat party he was bad news—” 

“You don’t need to go on a rant!” you interrupted with a laugh. “I already know how much of a jerk he is— well, I might’ve just had my eyes opened to it, but I know. I just wanted to tell you that I’m… going through some stuff, I guess, in case I seem off during all the planning. But that’s all—you have to promise me that none of the focus is gonna be on me, because this is your day.” 

“...Okay,” she said after some hesitation, “but you can still rant to me whenever you want. Just because you’re one of my bridesmaids doesn’t mean all you have to talk about is the wedding.” 

“How can I not talk about the wedding all the time?” you exclaimed. “Lizzie, I’ve been involved in so much of the process with you that it’s basically all I can think about. This is the most excited I’ve been for anything ever.” 

“Didn’t your brother get married last year?” she said. 

“You know what I mean,” you chuckled. “I just can’t believe you’re getting married, and to Nate, too. It feels like it was just yesterday that you were telling me about the cute boy in your trig class, and six years later and you’re marrying him in a week.” 

You could hear the smile in your words. “It really does feel like yesterday, huh? I remember going on and on about how much I liked him after that group project we got stuck together for—y’know, your encouragement was the only reason I ended up asking him out.” 

“Then I’m glad I kept bothering you,” you said with a smile of your own. “You guys are so great together.” 

“I just wish you would’ve taken my—” Liz suddenly stopped talking on the other end, and you frowned a bit. 

“What?” 

“...Nothing,” she said very suspiciously after a pause. “I, uh— I just remembered there’s something I need to do. Wedding related. I’ll talk to you later?” 

“Yeah—” you said, but she had already hung up. You chuckled and shook your head as you set your phone down. 

You didn’t really know what that was about, but you were looking forward to the wedding—it didn’t matter that you were suddenly single. 

You and Liz had been best friends since you were put next to each other in the seating chart in sixth grade science—and even though she went to NC A&T and you were all the way at San Diego State, you talked basically every day for all four years of college. Sometimes you even made the flights to see each other, and it was worth every single dollar. 

It made you feel a lot better, knowing she had your back (and knowing that she had likely already blacklisted Jason from the guestlist made you feel pretty good too). 

What you didn’t know, though, was that what she was doing at that moment would make the wedding night a whole lot more interesting for you. 

And it all had to do with one Rafe Cameron from high school. 

-

The air was thick with a thousand different perfumes and the stiffness of hairspray along with a whole lot of anxiety as a result of the eight bridesmaids who inhabited the room trying to make sure they looked their best before the procession started in T-10 minutes. 

You were, of course, stressed as well. It was like everything that was fine for the months leading up to the wedding had suddenly decided to go wrong just to spite you. You’d forgotten to take a tag off of your dress and it was digging into a very particular spot of your back, your hair was not cooperating—Ariel and India and Natasha might have said that you looked beautiful, but it was just not working with you—and you were about to run out of your favorite mascara. All small things, but they were beginning to add up. 

And to add to your stress, your phone started to go off. When you opened it, you saw it was a text from Lizzie. 

girl I am so sorry to ask you this I know we’re so close to the start 

but Ayana just told me that she left my bouquet on the table in the sideroom of room 139, she forgot to take them out of the vase! 

sisters aren’t even on top of things when they’re your maid of honor apparently 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃 

you’re the closest to the room and the only other person I can trust rn because Im going slightly wedding crazy, can you please get it??? I will love you more than my future husband and you will have my eternal gratitude 

using my track past against me i see 

you are pushing it babe 

I know 

help me obi-wan kenobi you’re my only hope 

lol 

dw I got this 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

You are my savior and all your drinks are on me next time we go out 

You sighed and shook your head, slipping your heels off in favor of the flats you came here in. The last thing you needed was to break an ankle before the procession. 

“I’ll be back!” you announced to the rest of the bridesmaids—though you weren’t sure any of them heard you in the havoc—before you ran out of the room. You were thankful this dress had a slit. 

It took a minute for you to get there, makeup and hair still intact, but when you did you didn’t see a vase. You huffed a sigh and got to work going through everything. The actual last thing you needed was for Liz to not have her bouquet as she walked down the aisle. 

“Oh— I’m so sorry, I didn’t even know there was another person in here.” 

You turned around from your crouched spot on the floor at the voice, and you nearly toppled over when you saw who it was. 

“Rafe?” you marveled. Though it was posed as a question, there was no doubt about it. You’d only thought about him basically every day for all of high school. 

He said your name with the same surprise, his eyes widening slightly at the same time as he stared at you for a moment too long. You swore his eyes went up and down, a slight pink tinge on his cheeks, when he blinked and shook his head. A wide smile spread across his lips in its place, and it did the same sort of thing to you that it did in high school. You weren’t immune to a Rafe Cameron grin as a freshman, and apparently you weren’t as a college graduate either. “What are you doing here?” 

“Trying to find Lizzie’s bouquet ten minutes before the wedding,” you said with a slight laugh. “What are you doing here?” 

“Uh, Topper left his pocket square in here, apparently,” he said. “We drove here together, and he’s the best man so he’s scrambling all over the place, and—” Rafe paused and he breathed a laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners in the same way they did in high school. “You get the idea.” 

“Oh, yeah,” you nodded, and a smile pulled at the corners of your lips. “I had no idea you were gonna be at the wedding. I—” you chuckled and shook your head. “I guess I forgot that you and Nate went to UNC together.” 

“Yeah.” Rafe laughed again, though it was a bit nervous as he ran a hand through his hair, stuffing his other hand in his pocket. “It’s uh— it’s been forever since I’ve seen you, though. What, the last time we actually had a conversation was—” 

“That one party at UNC,” you supplied, and you stood up, leaning against the countertop. “The one that Liz dragged me to when I came to visit her for spring break sophomore year. We saw each other there.” 

“...Yeah,” Rafe repeated, and his smile softened. “Yeah, it was then. I didn’t know you remembered that.” 

“‘Course I did,” you said. “I mean, the last time before that was the huge party you, Kelce, and Topper all threw in the last week of summer. Before we all went our separate ways.” 

“Oh, that was…” he laughed as he bowed his head a bit. “That was something. Uh, it should be a rule pre-college boys should not be allowed to be around that much alcohol without supervision. I’m surprised no one died that night.” 

You grinned as the memory of it all came back. It was hard to believe that it was one of the last times you saw Rafe. That it was the last time you saw Rafe for two whole years, and the next time you got even the slightest glimpse of him was a minute long conversation with your very drunk self before you were dragged out by your one sober friend. 

Seeing Rafe was the only thing you remembered from that night.

“I can’t believe it’s been so long,” you said, your voice a bit softer. “College really did something to us, huh?” 

“Yeah,” he said, and his smile faded the slightest bit. “Being on separate coasts’ll do that to you.” 

Your expression softened, and you were about to say something when your phone buzzed in your hand. Panic jolted through you for just a moment before you read what the texts said. 

just kidding lol. It turns out that Alicia got the flowers when she was picking up the drinks from there for the reception

crisis averted!! 

I’ll still cover your drinks though since I prob gave you a mini heart attack and Im very sorry about that 

“Huh,” you said, and you glanced back up at Rafe. “Looks like I was sent on a mission for flowers that weren’t even here.” 

“Elizabeth’s probably all over the place,” he said. “I mean, I’ve been kinda stressed out and I’m not even part of the wedding party. Bridal nerves have gotta be a lot worse.” But then Rafe paused and took his phone out of his pocket, and his brow creased. 

“What’s got you lookin’ like that?” you asked. 

“Huh,” he said. “Topper actually just had his pocket square in his… other pocket. So I guess I was here for nothing then, too.” 

A laugh bubbled out at that. “We’ve got some very organized friends today, huh?” 

“Seems so,” he agreed with a smile. “But I’m glad he misplaced it.” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah,” Rafe nodded, and he shrugged. “I got to see you.” 

You felt the heat rush to your cheeks at an astronomical rate, and you had never been more thankful for your phone to buzz. 

But seriously you gotta finish getting ready we have like five minutes left before the organ starts playing 

liz if this was not your day i would be so mad at you

please. you can never be mad at me 

“I gotta go before I single handedly ruin this whole procession,” you joked, and you went past the entrance and Rafe. But just as you got a few steps away, you turned around and smiled. “I’m also glad that Liz sent me here.” 

Rafe chuckled, smiling inwardly as you hurried away. You didn’t know it, but his eyes didn’t leave you for a second. 

-

The wedding ceremony went fabulously. 

You got back in time and finished getting ready—for some reason, you felt a lot more confident in your appearance—and walked down the aisle arm in arm with a very lovely groomsman before taking your place at the front of the bridesmaid line. 

You cried. A lot. 

When you saw Liz walking down the aisle, when you looked up at Nate and saw the way he gazed at her with all the stars in his eyes, when her father gave her away, when they said their vows, when they kissed, when they walked off—you were a mess basically the entire time. Thank god for waterproof mascara. 

And then when you sat with the bridesmaids for the Liz and Nate's first dance and the parent dances, you cried again. And when Ayana gave her Maid of Honor speech and Topper gave his Best Man speech—you were like a waterfall. A complete mess, but a very happy one at that. 

But you managed to stop by the bathroom and fix yourself up in record time before you all went off to your normal seating charts, and god, you had never been more glad to have done so when you walked in and saw who was at your table. 

Liz either knew everything or nothing, because this... this was really something. 

“So we meet again,” Rafe said, another easy smile appearing as he turned to look at you. “Looks like this wedding is trying to make up for all the years we missed.” 

You chuckled and took your seat next to him. “Guess so. It’s not an easy feat, though.” 

“Six years was a long time,” he said. 

“Didn’t really help that my parents sold our house in the OBX after I graduated,” you said dryly. “I missed all those Rafe Cameron summers during college.” 

“‘Rafe Cameron summer’?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “Didn’t realize there was a word for it.” 

“What can I say?” you shrugged. “I graduated with an English minor. It allows me to make up phrases whenever I want.” 

“Ah,” he said, nodding sagely. “I guess my… finance concentration means I control the stock market?” 

You laughed and shook your head. “You’re ridiculous. It obviously means you’re the head of the treasury. Keep up, Rafe.” 

“My bad.” He held up his hands with mock austerity. “Our time apart is the reason for such a ridiculous mistake.” 

You smiled, but it sobered a bit and you bit your lip. “On a serious note,” you said, “I’m… I’m really sorry.” 

Rafe frowned. “For what?” 

“For that time apart,” you said. “I came back to North Carolina more than a few times to visit Liz and some other friends, but I never came to see you. We were— we were good friends, Rafe, and I shouldn’t have just disappeared on you like that all because I was at a different college.” 

Somehow, his brow furrowed even deeper. “What? You can’t possibly be blaming yourself for this—people grow apart in distance. That… that just happened to us. I mean, you were in California and I was in Chapel Hill. That’s crazy distance.” 

“I still came back, though,” you said. “Just… never for you.” 

“...I didn’t expect you to,” Rafe said, looking right in your eyes. “No matter how much…” 

“What?” you asked after he trailed off. 

Rafe sighed, then shook his head, trying to clear his mind before he looked back at you. “Do you wanna dance?” 

“What?” you repeated, mostly because you couldn’t believe it. 

“Dance with me.” He stood up and offered a hand, passing a glance at the dance floor. All of the official dances had been done already so it was open to anybody, including you and your high school crush. 

“Okay,” you said with an almost breathless laugh, and you really felt like your freshman self again the way butterflies fluttered in your chest as you took his hand and walked over to an open spot. 

You and Rafe fell into an easy rhythm, like you’d been doing this all your lives, and it didn’t take too long for your conversation to follow. 

“So what did you get up to in all those years at SD State?” he asked. “All I really know about your college career is what I’ve gotten from Instagram and your parents’ Facebooks.” 

You laughed a bit. “Regular college stuff, I guess. I did track all four years and I won some awards, which was pretty cool. Went to a lot of parties, got drunk a lot, swore off drinking a lot, studied until I thought my eyes were going to fall out, then graduated with a chemistry degree. I’ve been working as a technician in a lab for the company I interned with for the past two years.” 

Rafe whistled. “‘Regular college stuff’, she says, as she describes an insane balancing act between student athlete life, partying, and schoolwork, and still being able to graduate with a STEM degree.” 

“You’re such a flatterer,” you admonished, but there was no real bite in your words. “That’s one thing that’s never changed.” 

“It’s easy to flatter a woman like you,” he said. “I mean, you’re out there changing the world. I feel like I’m not even worthy to stand in your presence.” 

You chuckled as Rafe spun you, and as your hands joined once again you offered a coy smile. 

“You know,” you said, feeling a surge of confidence with his words, “I had the biggest crush on you in high school.” 

Rafe’s eyes widened slightly, but he covered it up with a well placed smile of his own. “Really?” he marveled, and he said your first and last name, “you had a crush on me?” 

“Yep,” you nodded. “And she had it bad. If freshman year me could see this, she would be losing her mind.” 

Rafe laughed, and it spurned butterflies in your chest yet again—they were the same kind you’d felt whenever you talked to him back then, trying to catch whatever moments you could between your busy schedule and his own responsibilities. You were too scared to admit your feelings, but you enjoyed spending time with him nonetheless. 

If there was one thing this was proving, though, it was that your feelings definitely weren’t as settled as you thought. 

“Well, you know,” he said thoughtfully, echoing your previous words as he brought you back to the present, “I had a pretty big crush on you in high school too.” 

That completely threw you off your rhythm. So much so that you stumbled, totally missing your next steps—if it weren’t for Rafe catching you, you would’ve face planted. 

“Are you good?” Rafe asked, concerned. 

“You had a crush on me?” you asked instead. 

He laughed again and ran a hand through his hair before you fell back into your rhythm together—he had let it grow out some, you realized, and it looked infinitely better all ruffled and mussed up than styled. 

“Yeah,” he said. His smile wasn’t as confident as it always was, a boyish charm mingling with unusual shyness. “It, uh— it kinda snuck up on me. I didn’t really know how big of a crush it was until I was at your signing ceremony. Like, right after you signed the contract was when I realized I had it bad.” 

“My signing ceremony?” you marveled, and you shook your head in disbelief. “You really have great timing, Rafe. Couldn’t have realized a couple years earlier when we were still in the same place?” 

Rafe laughed softly. “Yeah. I really do. But I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to make it harder for you. I mean, I was staying in the OBX for Chapel Hill, and you were taking the opportunity of a lifetime to run track in San Diego. I wasn’t gonna take your mind off of that because some hometown guy had a crush on you.”

“Some hometown guy,” you repeated, and it was your turn to laugh. “You thought that little of yourself?” 

“It’s true,” he shrugged. “I was just a friend that fell for you. I mean,” he gave you a crooked smile, “not that it was hard to fall for you. Pretty sure I was one of ten guys who wanted to ask you to prom senior year.” 

“Okay, that is not true at all,” you said, but you were stumbling over yourself just as quickly. He wanted to ask you to prom senior year? When the one thing that you thought about whenever you looked at him that spring was dancing with him at prom? “Grant Millwood was the only one that asked me.”

Rafe nodded with a laugh. “That was because he threatened everyone that he knew had a crush on you to make sure he would get to go with you.”

“And then he ditched me halfway through the night because he got too drunk to function off the alcohol he smuggled in himself,” you said dryly. “Yeah, he was a great date.”

“High school was the best,” Rafe said with mock austerity, “wasn’t it?”

“Oh, yeah,” you nodded. “I miss the kook academy every single day.”

“I still can’t believe you wanted to ask me to prom senior year,” you said, shaking your head. “Rafe, how did I not even know? Why didn’t you do it?” 

“And let you miss your chance with Grant Millwood?” Rafe over exaggerated his scoff. “Please.” 

A laugh spilled out as a smile shone through. “You would’ve saved high school me a lot of angst if you told her you had a crush on her, y’know. Then I wouldn’t have had to spend four years pining in high school.” And four more in college, and two more postgrad. 

(God, you wish he had told you sooner. You would’ve blown all of your money on tickets to North Carolina if you had even the slightest inkling your eternal feelings weren’t eternally hopeless.) 

“Goes both ways,” he said, tacking on your last name. “Why didn’t you tell me how bad you had it?” 

“Because I thought that there was no chance in Hell that Rafe Cameron would ever share my feelings?” you said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Come on, Rafe—you know who you are, who you were. You say a couple guys wanted to ask me to prom—every girl wanted to date you. I didn’t stand a chance.” 

“And yet you did,” Rafe said with a slight chuckle. He shook his head. “Y’know, if I could turn back the clock, I would’ve done so many things differently.” Rafe smiled boyishly. “I would’ve mustered the nerve to ask you to prom before Grant even got the chance. And I definitely would’ve asked you out instead of liking you in private.” 

You smiled and shrugged. He liked you then when you thought there was no chance—why not now, when you also thought there was no chance? 

“Who says you have to turn back the clock?” 

Rafe’s own grin grew immediately, and he pulled you off to the side of the dance floor. He held your hands in his own, the cool metal of his signet ring at odds with the rough calluses on his palms brushing against your skin. 

He said your name with such earnesty you felt like you could melt, and when you gazed into his eyes, you nearly did. “I think you are the most amazing woman I’ve ever met in every single way. I can’t believe that it took me meeting you by chance at a wedding for me to do this, but I’d like to fix a mistake I made five years ago by never doing this. Can I take you on a date?” 

“Rafe Cameron,” you said, and it was a physical effort to contain the joy nearly bursting out of you, “I would love that more than anything.” 

He grinned. “Great.” 

And then he cupped your face in his hands and pulled you in for the best kiss of your life, one that you immediately fell into with all the vigor of six years spent longing. 

When he pulled away, leaving you completely breathless with widened eyes and bruised lips, his sultry whisper nearly took you out. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that for years.” 

You only had eyes for Rafe as you pulled him back into a heated kiss, pulling him by the cuffs of his baby blue suit. The only thing that got you away from him was the need for air.

"Me too," you murmured.

(And in the background, you were far too dazed to hear Liz’s victorious cheer.)

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[sehnsuchts-trunken]

Could u maybe write something with grey from Fate? I’m thinking like angst to fluff with fem reader being a blood witch? If not totally cool! Have a nice day 🫧

i can do the second part and just make it fluffy! I basically don't do anything else- BUT™ I got inspired today (or yesterday idfk) so I'm gonna change up povskay nevermind I wanted to but I forgot the second I started writing, blame my bad memory

(new grey gif!!!! I'm so sorry that aisha is in there tho lmao. also. um. I hope this gif isn't from episode seven and if it is fucking don't tell me I'm just ignoring it because I still haven't finished that one)

"Grey?", you asked, barely understanding your own whisper. You yawned, almost hitting your face with your hand as you tried to cover your mouth. Not that anyone would've seen it. Not in this darkness. Not in your room, anyway. The only people here were you and Grey.

Though he didn't answer. You rolled onto your side and patted the mattress for him. But even after a minute of searching, you couldn't find him.

"Grey?", you repeated with a frown, a bit louder this time, your voice still hoarse from sleep. Still no response.

You sat up, rubbing your eyes, and grabbed your phone from the bedside table. It took a few tries for you to find it.

"Grey?", you said again, narrowing your eyes as you looked at the time. 4:23. What the actual fuck. Where was Grey? There was no way he was in the bathroom, otherwise you'd see the light through the gap in the door. Alright, shit, you'd need to get out of bed and find him now.

Barefoot, you tiptoed out of the room, using your phone as a torch. You avoided the doorframe by a millimetre, cursing under your breath. The ground was cold. You really should've taken a second and put some socks on.

"Grey?", you whispered into the dark living room, pointing your phone at all the furniture from left to right.

When you saw him, you had to chuckle. He was cuddled up on the couch, one foot already hanging off it, the blanket carelessly thrown over himself, an arm somehow sticking up into the air. He was somehow looking both cute and really- well, you couldn't even describe it. Instead, you opened the camera app on your phone, pointed it at him and took a pic.

You'd have to wake up in a few hours anyway. Better leave him here sleeping peacefully (for whatever reason, you'd ask him in the morning) rather than wake him up now.

With another look at him, you turned around again and got back into bed. You were just settling in when the mattress dipped down.

"Did you take a picture of me?", he asked, voice husky. A smile on your lips, you rolled around to face him, scooting back to make space.

"Did you really think I wasn't going to?", you laughed, waiting for him to lay down.

He shrugged, which you couldn't see, but feel now that he was next to you again.

"Why'd you go out there in the first place?", you whispered, chuckling as he pulled you close and closer. He was warm, despite barely having been under a blanket.

"Thought I'd sleep better there", he answered. You brushed your fingertips over his chest, drawing some pattern, or maybe not, just allowing yourself to soothe you and him both.

"Still nightmares?", you asked. He'd been having them for months.

"Yeah", he sighed.

For a while, you stayed silent. You couldn't help him, you hadn't been able to before and you wouldn't now. But you knew that you could at least calm him down or distract him.

"Want to pick out a podcast or something and just make out with me?", you suggested, grinning, even though he couldn't see, and propped your chin up on his torso.

"It's half past four", he reminded you. You tilted your head to the side and traced your fingers down his arm, from his shoulder to his hand, which was resting comfortably on your waist.

"And?"

He laughed. You took that as an answer and leaned forward.

The two of you still had some hours left after all.

[alleycat-arcade]

Temperance's Tinsel Tango: Day Ten

After pulling out the hot chocolate packets from the box, you found them to be entirely made up of bizarre flavors. Flavors that got more and more outrageous as you sifted through them. Sure, Orange and Lavender weren't too unusual, but once you got to Celestial feathers and Dragon scales you knew you had to brew a cup. And thus you returned to the pile, a warm cup set in a saucer beside you as you searched for the present bearing the "Dec. 22nd" label. The basket that held the gift was rather unusual itself, shaped like a top hat and stuffed full of white tissue paper. Pulling it aside, the paper reveals to you...

...the grinning face of a snowman plush. Despite its lack of limbs, it smiles up at you with an inviting expression. As if it was pleading for you to hug it. And who were you to deny such a cute little guy?

Building Snowmen (Obey Me! and Genshin, x Gn! Reader, Mini-fics)

Content Warnings: None today! Just fluff <3

(I am currently frothing at the mouth I forgot to post this yesterday dojfklsdkjsiflkjsek)(I love hypospace outlaw btw, origin of the gif)

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Obey Me!:

Barbatos:

Being the Demon Prince's butler was a rather rough job, but a job Barbatos took pride in. Even so, he hardly had much free time in between cooking, cleaning, and ensuring Diavolo accomplished his own tasks on time. He used to be fine with how busy he always was, but ever since you'd wormed your way into his heart he found himself longing to spend time with you. Just about everyone in the castle was aware of the level of affection he held for you, and felt bad that the only time he really got to spend with you were the days he'd accompany Diavolo to something you were involved in or when you'd tag along when he went out shopping. So, the Castle staff decided to all work together and give Barbatos a day off. The Prince had happily agreed to the request, and ushered the stunned butler out of the castle to enjoy the rest of his day. With the sudden change of plans, he didn't really have any idea what to do. Diavolo's request the other day had been to look into the future for a week, so the sudden day off was a total surprise to him. With nowhere else, that came to mind, to go, he headed towards the House of Lamentation to find you. As you opened the door to greet the vistor who knocked on the door, an eager smile crossed your face as you tightened your thick coat around you. The Prince had informed you beforehand of Barbatos's short vacation, and you'd prepared a list of activities. The first of which being building snowmen together. The snowy field you had dragged him out to was completely empty, as per the Demon Prince's orders, and covered in fresh, untouched snow. Barbatos watched you begin to roll up a ball of snow curiously, before you motioned for him to follow suit. Together, the two of you made a pretty standard sized stack of snowy orbs, the sizes shrinking as it went up. Suddenly, you asked Barbatos to cover his eyes for a moment. He heard you shuffle some things about, before telling him to look. "Look Barb, it looks just like you!"

Diavolo:

Even being royalty had its downsides. Despite the power and influence the Demon Prince held, it seemed like he had enough time in general. His butler would assure him that all was well, but Diavolo always felt like he never had the time to finish all he wished to accomplish most days. Managing the Exchange Program as well as the rest of the Devildom's affairs took up quite a chunk of his schedule, and despite his somewhat childish nature he couldn't slack off too much without a certain demon chastising him. So, when it happened to be a rare slow day for him, he jumped at the opportunity to spend time with his favorite Exchange Student. He would have invited the others as well, but they were all mysteriously busy at the time. Thus, leaving you and Diavolo to have the day to yourselves. The Prince already had quite a few things in mind for the two of you to do, but you needed to be careful as you went out in public. You weren't too great at the disguising spells Solomon had been teaching you as of late, so you had to dress up the Prince in a disguise that looked straight out of a cartoon. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice that he was the literal Prince of Hell as he dragged you from location to location, like a puppy who was just introduced to a new environment and wanted to see everything. Nearing the end of the day, you passed by a park coated in freshly fallen snow. A few demon children were playing in it and having a snowball fight, but otherwise most of it had been untouched. "Reminds me of my childhood, when we'd go out and make snowmen after school." You smiled, taking a sip of your warm beverage. "Why don't we make one?" Diavolo said, already leading you into the park to a spot full of untouched snow. Setting aside the items you'd picked up while you were out on a nearby bench, you helped Diavolo make his best attempt at a snowman. It wasn't the greatest one in the world, mostly on account of the sizes of the snowballs being out of order, but you couldn't help but reciprocate the Prince's proud smile as he finished decorating it.

Mammon:

Mammon was a demon of many titles. Though most of them were derogatory, the Avatar of Greed truly had made various names for himself in the Devildom and in the Human World. One thing Mammon was not, however, a morning demon. As such, when you had arrived at the Devildom's equivalent of the crack of dawn, he was tad more grouchy than usual. He had scoffed and crossed his arms when you revealed why you had woken him up so early, but as his brain slowly woke up he found himself giving into your pleading eyes. You were essentially asking him to spend his entire day by your side as you went out to do various winter activities, and with how tightly wound you had him wrapped around your finger he couldn't deny you such a request. Especially since it would be a full day of just the two of you, alone with just his human, like a date.... Huh? He wasn't daydreaming and he's not blushing right now, its just really cold in his bedroom. You made sure that the two of you were properly bundled up for the day before you snuck out of the house, careful not to make a noise so one of his brother wouldn't wake up and decide to tag along. Mammon found it quite relaxing as the two of you embarked into town, the streets quieter than usual and the vivid signs painting the mostly empty walkways in an array of colors. He longed to pull one of his hands out of his pockets and wrap an arm around you, but his nerves got the best of him and he simply stuffed his roaming hand back into his pocket. It did not remain there for long, however, as you gently grabbed his wrist and began tugging him in the direction of the park. Aside from a few stray footprints, it seemed as if not a soul was in the quite popular spot that was now filled with snow. He was unsure of what you were doing as you crouched down and began balling up a handful of snow, but caught on as the small ball grew bigger and bigger. Mammon was quick to make a sly remark, before helping you with the claim that "no one makes a better snowman than the Great Mammon!". The snowman itself wasn't too bad, it could have been pack a little tighter but still he was proud of it. You couldn't help but take a sneaky pic of his jovial expression to save for yourself. His smiles were worth their weight in gold, after all. And you had no intensions to share.

Genshin:

Zhongli:

The Geo Archon was quite a peculiar person once you got to know him. He was knowledgeable in a wide range of topics, but it was almost heartwarming to watch him whenever he'd find something he had never seen or done before or heard of. Your Kamera could never quite capture that look of curiosity and wonder in his eyes, so you took it upon yourself as a sort of mission to find as many things in the world that might amaze Zhongli. One night, as you listened to his stories about the ancient history of Liyue, you had asked him if he could accompany you the following day. You explained that you wanted to take him somewhere special, but kept the details vague. After taking a good moment to himself to consider his options and try to recall any other duties he may have had, he agreed to accompany you. The next morning, he found himself waiting on the bridge outside of Liyue. He'd arrived earlier than the agreed upon time, and it was only a matter of time before you would arrive. And arrive you did, bearing a pleased expression and a box in your grasp. The box was quickly handed to Zhongli, who opened it as per your instruction. The item inside confused him quite a bit. Why did you purchase him a scarf? It was a tad chilly that morning, but nothing the Geo Archon couldn't handle. But you left no room for questions, simply telling him all would be answered as you arrived at your destination. The Dragonspine was not a place Zhongli often visited, on account of its history and the sheer cold, but he was well aware of most of the areas details. A few things about the landscape had changed in his absence, but for the most part it was the same. A need to tell you all he knew of the location bubbled up in his chest, but he pushed it down and reminded himself you invited him out for a reason. The Archon didn't need any help to guess the reason as to why you had invited him, as you were already urging you to join in on completing the partially made snowman you had created as he momentarily spaced out. You watched him chuckle at your somewhat childish antics, before joining in. You made sure not to look away are blink as that glimmer shone in his eyes, and you began building as many snowmen around you as the snow would allow. Anything to keep his eyes shining at you with delight.

Thoma:

It was needless to say that Thoma was excited and nervous to return to Mondstadt with you. The task of leaving the Kamisato Clan behind was a feat in itself, one that took a heavy toll on his heart as he bid friends he held dear adieu. Yet, he chose to accompany you on your travels of his own free will. As much as he had come to care for the Yashiro Commission and the way he felt indebted to them, he could not resist the way his heart called out for you, desiring to remain by your side no matter what. You had assured him that you would return to Inazuma whenever you took commissions there, and it made him feel a little bit more at ease. His passionate loyalty had transferred onto you, and he wasn't leaving your side anytime soon. Even if the harsh cold of the Dragonspine made his teeth chatter and the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, he refused to scurry off and look for warmth while you accomplished your latest quest. He smiled back at you as you brushed the snow off your gloves, the flowers the florist had given you now snuggled deep into the mound of snow. Thoma would've assumed you that the two of you would now use a teleport waypoint and return to the city, but the way you stood deep in thought made him think otherwise. It was not long before you had entertwined his hand with yours, gently pulling him along to the field of snow you had spotted from your vantage point. There was an abandoned Hilichurl camp nearby, but other than that the spot was clear of any signs of threats. You released his hand as you pulled a stray hilichurl mask from the snow, showing it off to the Pyro user with a wide grin. "Let's make a Snowhilichurl before we head back! And we can take a picture of it with my Kamera!" Thoma sighed happily, shaking his head with a smile before assisting you. You had his undying loyalty, and who was he to deny his favorite person a little bit of fun?

[aestheticallyholland]

NEVER NOT | JEALOUSY . . .

❃ PAIRING tom holland x fem!reader

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"Love is scary: it changes; it can go away. That's the part of the risk. I don't want to be scared anymore." - Jenny Han, To All the Boys I've Loved Before

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TOM LOOKED UP TO THE CEILING AND WAS THINKING ABOUT Y/N. He didn't know what came over him. Thinking about their date yesterday just made him thought about Y/N more.

After she met his family, especially his mother, they have been telling him how lucky he was to be with a girl like Y/N.

"Y/N's a great lady." Tom's mother suddenly said that made him startle.

"She is, isn't she?" Tom answered his mom.

"A keeper, I must say," Nikki added. "You are lucky, Thomas."

And that made him feel guilty. All of this was just pretend. But was it really just pretending for him?

After a few weeks of being Y/N's fake boyfriend, they have been growing closer each day which made them feel comfortable with each other. Opening up with each other was easier compared to before. Just being with her in general already makes him feel happy.

Is this all really just pretending? Or is it becoming a reality?

"Rule number five and the important one. No falling in love, Holland."

Tom remembered the contract that they signed before they started this whole thing.

"I can't like her." He said to himself. "It's in the damn contract, Holland." He sighed and sat up. He runs his fingers through his curls and punched a pillow.

Why won't this feeling go away?

"Damn it, Holland." He cursed. "You officially have feelings for Y/N."

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"You met his family yesterday?" Erika asked Y/N as she munched on her snacks. Both of them were under the bleachers for no apparent reason. It was Erika's idea.

"Yep. Never thought he would have such a wonderful family, honestly." Y/N said. "And cute siblings too." She added.

"Oh my god, you have Tom, Y/N!" Erika scolded Y/N. "Can I have one of them though?"

"You already have Harrison, Erika." Y/N scolded back which made Erika glare at her.

"What makes you think I and Harrison are together?" Erika asked.

"It's obvious," Y/N answered and that made Erika slap Y/N's arm but Y/N just laughed.

Meanwhile, Tom was walking in the hallway with the strap of his bag on his shoulder until someone familiar approached him.

"Hey, Thomas." Camille greeted him and made him cringe when he heard her call him his full first name but he shrugged it off.

"Hi, Camille. What are you doing here?" Tom asked.

"Mind if we talk?" She asked.

Tom sighed and looked around to see if Y/N was around. He didn't see Y/N since this morning so he got a little worried.

He didn't know why he even agreed to talk with Camille in the first place.

"I and my boyfriend broke up," Camille said as soon as Tom and she reached the bleachers. They sat together but Tom was a little bit distant from her.

"W-what?" Tom looked at her confusingly. That fast?

"I was the one who broke up with him." She added and looked at Tom.

"But why? You left me for him so why leave him now?" Tom fired back.

"Because I still want you, Tom," Camille answered that made Tom frozen.

Little did they know, Erika and Y/N were still under the bleachers and were listening to their conversation. Y/N stopped eating as soon as Camille said that.

"You just realized that now, Camille?" Tom asked her. "Just now?"

Erika looked at her best friend who was just listening attentively to their conversation.

"Damn," Erika whispered. "She's trying to get your guy, Y/N."

Y/N tried to ignore what Erika said and continued to listen.

"Yes, Tom. I'm so sorry but I still love you. Don't you still love me too? Didn't you beg for me to stay when I broke up with you? I'm here now and I swear I'm never going-"

"That was before, Camille." Tom interrupted her. "I have Y/N now-"

"Don't even mention her name to me," Camille said. "I want you to leave her, Tom. She's not worth it."

"I think we should just leave, Y/N," Erika said. "It's not worth hearing."

Y/N could already felt a pang on her chest and her head was already boiling up. She felt jealously overcome her too.

Jealous? Why would I be jealous? This was all just pretend, right? This was what he wanted right? She thought to herself.

Erika pulled her away from Tom and Camille's conversation since she was already sensing Y/N jealousy. Erika hugged Y/N for comfort and rubbed her back.

"He won't go back to her, Y/N," Erika said.

Y/N just sighed, still feeling the pain inside her chest.

"Let's just see about that," Y/N whispered.

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Y/N was walking alone in the hallway because Erika had a family emergency back home.

She couldn't stop thinking about Tom and Camille's talk. She would feel her heartache when she thought about Tom going back to his ex-girlfriend but why?

"Rule number five and an important one. No falling in love, Holland."

She suddenly stopped walking as soon as she remembered their contract. She was the one who said that but why was she getting affected? Especially by Tom?

She felt her eyes getting hot and watering while her heart was aching.

No. This can't be happening. She said.

"Y/N!" Her thoughts suddenly fade away as soon as she heard that familiar voice calling her.

She looked back to confirm who it was. "Aiden?" She whispered and wiped the tears away that were forming in her eyes.

He looked at her and panted as if he just came running. He had that worried look on his face as he looked at her.

"Are you okay?" He asked her, concerned.

"Y-yes." She answered and gave him a weak smile. "I'm alright, Aiden."

He looked at her eyes and noticed it was kind of red. "Were you crying?" He asked.

"W-what? Of course not. Something just got stuck in my eyes-"

"Is it because of that Holland guy?" He interrupted and moved closer to her.

"Aiden, i-it's really nothing. Really." She confirmed.

"I knew there's something is up with that guy." Aiden started. "Did he hurt you?"

"He didn't, Aiden. I swear." She said.

Why was Aiden becoming like this? How did he become so concerned about me? She asked herself.

It's probably because your close. A voice answered.

Or, it's probably because he's starting to like you. Another voice answered.

The thought of Aiden liking Y/N made her head confused.

He has a damn girlfriend, Y/N!

"Y/N?" She heard Aiden call her and that made her thoughts disappear.

Was this pretending actually working? She asked herself once more.

"Please tell me if something is wrong. Or if Holland is hurting you." Aiden said.

"I will, Aiden. But I promise he didn't do anything okay?" Y/N said and looked up to him.

Aiden was about to say something until they heard a familiar stern voice from behind. "Y/N."

Oh, snap.

Her heart started beating fast the moment he called her. She saw Aiden who was about to talk to Tom until she interrupted him.

"Aiden. Let's talk later okay?" She asked him.

"But-"

"Please." She begged.

Aiden sighed and looked at Tom with a glare and looked back at Y/N.

"Take care, okay?" Aiden said and patted her shoulder. Y/N answered with a small smile before Aiden walked away passing by Tom.

"What was that?" Tom suddenly asked with a serious tone. Y/N could only look at him with confusion planted on her face.

"What was what? I just talked to Aiden and-"

"Really? Was it really just a talk?" He asked her and that made her blood boil towards her head. Anger was taking over Y/N by the way he spoke to her.

"It's as if you and Camille didn't have a conversation behind my back." She fired back at him and that just made him chuckle.

"Look. We were just talking about-"

"About her wanting you back, Thomas?" She interrupted him with her arms already crossed to her chest.

He didn't know what to answer so she continued to talk.

"You know what." She started. "I don't even think we need this anymore."

He looked at her and knew where this was about to go but she just looked at her with confusion. "W-what do you mean?"

Y/N sighed and let go of her hands from her chest. She looked at him and tried to not let the tears that were forming from her eyes drop.

"Us pretending, Tom." She finally said it.

And that made both of their hearts ache. Y/N didn't want to let this happen but it was already affecting her and she didn't know how and why.

"Camille is clearly getting jealous of the both of us and that's what you wanted, right? She wants you back." She asked but Tom remained silent. "And now your acting all jealous towards Aiden when what we're doing is just pretend."

Tom sighed and tried to grab your hand. "Come on, Y/N." But instead, you jerked it away.

"See you on the ski trip, Thomas. Then after that, whatever this is will be over." That was the last phrase she said before adjusting her bag to her shoulder and walked away from Tom, leaving him speechless.

He felt his chest tighten as he watched her walk away and that's when he knew...

You've fucked up big time, Holland.

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Kisses Are Now Essential

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pairing || steve rogers x fem!reader

word count || 1.7k

summary || you missed halloween and weren’t able to carve pumpkins, so you ask stevie if he can still do it with you. it doesn’t turn out exactly how you thought it would

warnings || fluffy, a little blood

author’s note || this is a little day after halloween fic :) i hope you like it <3 ; do not repost my work

*gif does not belong to me*

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“Nat, please! Please do it with me,” you begged Natasha as she was sitting on the couch reading, not sparing you a glance.

Natasha had her legs crossed and flipped another page of her book, “Nope.” She popped the ‘p’ and continued to not look at you.

“Please! I already asked Tony and Bruce, but they’d rather be in the lab. I asked Clint and he just flat out told me no. I would ask Thor, but clearly, he’s not here. And I asked Sam, but even he said no and he never does,” you pouted at Natasha and proceeded to grab her arm, shaking it to get her to look at you.

“Ask Buck.”

“Bucky’s kinda scary,” you mumbled out softly. There was one person you really wanted to ask, but you were way too nervous for that.

“Then go ask Steve.” Welp, that’s that one person.

“He’s even scarier,” you whined and threw your hands up in frustration. You would rather not go up to Steve and make a fool out of yourself by talking to him.

“Is he scary, or is it the idea of him saying no,” she asked with raised brows and a small, barely even noticeable, smirk.

“Both,” you huffed out. You got up off the floor from your groveling and narrowed your eyes at Natasha. “Can you please, please just do it with me and save me the embarrassment?”

“Sorry, babes, but I just want to relax for the day. And I promise that Steve will say yes if you just ask. He seriously will.”

You were truly contemplating her words and decided to just ask Steve. The worst he could say was no, and even though that would probably sting a little, you know that you’d get over it quickly. So you took a deep breath and tried to push your anxieties away as you mumbled out to Natasha that you were going to go find him.

“Good luck,” Natasha called out to your retreating figure in a sing-songy voice. You didn’t even bother turning around. You were more focused on shaking out your nerves before finding Steve.

You went looking throughout the compound until you found Steve in the gym. You quietly walked in seeing Steve doing pull-ups. You froze and really took in the sight in front of you. With every pull and lift, Steve’s biceps contracted and that was such a sight to see. Sometimes his shirt would even ride up a little bit and you could see the exposed skin of his waistline. Steve then looked up at you with a small quirk to his lips seeing that your eyes were trained lower. It was only when he fully released himself from the pullup bar that you then made eye contact.

Steve went to stand in front of you and it was that moment when you realized that this was a horrible idea. Your request was so stupid that you weren’t even sure Steve would take you seriously. You needed to suck it up though and ask him. Once you got an answer the anxiety would hopefully fade away.

“Hey, doll,” your heart hammered at the nickname he always called you, “did you need something from me?”

You got your shot. Let’s take it.

“I was just wondering if you wanted to carve pumpkins with me,” you spoke out quietly and turned your gaze to the floor. “We had a mission on Halloween so we couldn’t yesterday, but will you do it? With me?” Your bottom lip was pulled between your teeth out of worry and you looked at Steve with hopeful, doe eyes that made him melt.

He brought his hand up to your mouth gently pulling your bottom lip to get you to stop biting it. Your request was too adorable to say no to. In all honesty, you could’ve asked him for anything and he would’ve said yes. It was you after all. Steve’s hand returned to his side and gave you a sweet smile.

“Of course I will, doll. Let me just shower, alright?”

Your previously worried look was replaced by a beaming smile that made Steve’s soft smile widen too because of how infectious your smile was. “Yeah, that sounds good! I already have all the stuff so you can meet me in the kitchen after you’re done.”

“Okay. I’ll see you in a little.” Steve chuckled at your retreating form and the cute little wave you gave to him before you were finally gone. He shook his head fondly at the thought of you and proceeded to grab his stuff, quickly heading to his room to get ready.

Once you rounded the corner, small giggles escaped your mouth from all the excitement that you suddenly couldn’t contain. You felt all your worries diminish and all the stress lifted from your shoulders. That went a thousand times better than you ever thought. You’d have to remember to thank Natasha later and obviously hear an ‘I told you so’ from her, but that’d be worth it.

You sat on one of the kitchen stools, everything you both would need already on the counter. You pulled out your phone to waste some time before Steve came down. It wasn’t too long after when you heard the padding of feet head towards you. You looked up at Steve wearing some grey sweats and a white shirt. He looked so cute and comfy that you wanted to just wrap your arms around him. Steve noticed that you were out of it again tilted his head down at you in a teasing way until your wandering eyes met his.

“What are you thinking about thinking about in that pretty head of yours, doll?”

You looked away sheepishly and waved him off. You told him to sit beside you and your face became flushed with how close the two of you were. Steve took notice of this and proceeded to get closer, enjoying how beet red you got. You tried to ignore him for the most part. You passed him his pumpkin and the set of knives that you got specifically for this.

“Here’s your pumpkin, Stevie. Let’s get started,” you excitedly clapped and quickly prepared to cut into your pumpkin. Your hands were shaking with excitement and Steve grabbed one to calm it down.

“Calm down, doll. We’ve got the whole day,” he released your hand and got a knife to start to cut the top off of the pumpkin.

Him doing that only made your hand shake more. You wished it could’ve soothed you to be calm, but being around Steve always makes you nervous. The only time you're ever really able to put away all the nerves is on missions, and this sure as hell isn’t a mission.

Steve saw that your hands were still shaking and was getting nervous that you’d hurt yourself. “Please be careful with the knife, doll.”

“Don’t worry, Stevie. I’m fine.”

You both got the tops of your pumpkins cut off and the insides gutted. While you both were doing you were talking about any and everything and exchanging laughs. You wish that you would’ve had the courage to ask Steve to hangout earlier because it was clear that you both were very much into each other.

“What are you gonna do for yours,” Steve asked after he finished wiping the pumpkin off of his hands. He leaned his head onto his palm and looked over at you.

“Maybe just a classic jack-o’-lantern face? I’m not the most creative,” you chuckled.

Steve chuckled with you, “I think I’ll follow your lead with that.”

You drew out your face and got ready to cut. The shaking of your hands wasn’t as bad as before, but it was still bad enough that Steve had his worries. He tried to shake his head of worry as he refocused on his pumpkin.

You slowly started to carve the face of your pumpkin, but then Steve distracted you. Not with anything he did, just by his presence. You loved being around Steve and having him this close to you was intoxicating. You observed the way his eyebrows furrowed while easily cutting into the pumpkin. You watched him for a few seconds, not paying attention to anything else around you.

Steve felt your gaze on him for the first few seconds and looked back at you too abruptly, and too quickly for you that it startled you. You got so shocked that your knife quickly fell out of your hand and because it was your instinct to grab it, mid-air might I add, you effectively cut into your palm. Shallow, but enough to draw blood and hurt.

You yelped and quickly jumped out of your chair, rushing towards the kitchen sink. Steve quickly followed you and grabbed your hand to place under cold water. He felt like it was his fault that he startled you causing you to cut your palm.

Your eyebrows were furrowed and your eyes were closed while you cringed at the stinging sensation. Steve wanted to kiss the furrow away, but right now he needed to focus on the task at hand.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. Are you okay? Stupid question, nevermind. Let’s just get you cleaned up, okay,” Steve tumbled over his words and you finally opened his eyes when he took your hand out from under the faucet. He grabbed the kitchen towel and wrapped it around your hand applying pressure. The pain was so slowly fading just from the close contact and attention of Steve.

“Steve, look at me.” His face was still twisted in guilt that you knew he shouldn’t be carrying. He wouldn’t even look at you and was solely focused on your hand.

“Stevie,” you placed your other palm on his cheek getting him to look at you, “I’m fine, and it was my fault so don’t blame yourself.

Steve sighed and looked at you with unsure eyes, “I just feel like I messed up this one thing you’ve really been wanting to do. I’m sure it wasn’t enjoyable at all, now.”

“It was,” you said before leaning towards his lip and giving him a soft peck, “because you did it with me.”

Pink rushed to Steve’s cheeks and he looked away from your gaze shyly before he got a little more serious. “Thank you, doll, but we need to get this stitched up now, and then maybe we can finish the pumpkins if you still want to.”

Steve started to lead you to medical, “I do! With your help cutting, of course.”

“Of course, doll.”

“And kisses. That’s now very essential for pumpkin carving.”

“Kisses,” Steve looked back at you teasingly, “you got yourself a deal, sweetheart.”

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Dangerous and Divine - Part 6

Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: Billy Russo is an itch you don’t want to scratch. But he’s all over you like a rash.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly fluff & lemon zest 🍋 with a side of angst. The GIF is from Exposed, unreleased pilot show in case you’re wondering 😌... Billy vibes.

Warnings: Some drinking & swearing.

(My GIF)

He made it out onto the street, looking around him in all directions, heart sinking as he couldn’t see her anywhere.

Running his fingers through his hair, Billy continued scanning the crowded streets. No.... nothing. He grabbed his phone and dialled her number. She didn’t pick up. So he texted her.

“Angel, just saw you in the restaurant. I was there for a business lunch, really hope you don’t think there was anything else to it cos there wasn’t. Please - call me back or pick up when I call.”

He tried another couple of times including FaceTime but no, she definitely wasn’t picking up. Trying once more, he let it ring through to voicemail, and left basically the same message on there. He had no intention of returning to Madani and continuing lunch - too many awkward questions to face there apart from anything else - so he went back to his car, got in, slamming his hands down onto the steering wheel a few times before starting the engine, and driving back to Anvil.

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You and your friend had only gone a few doors down to another restaurant, and luckily they had a table available. Once you’d ordered and had glasses of wine in your hands, your friend Karen had fixed you with a steely gaze and said, “Okay, give.”

She worked as a reporter at one of the big newspapers, and you hadn’t had the chance to catch up with her for a good few months. And you knew she wouldn’t let this go until she’d wrung all the juicy details out of you, so you took a big sip of wine and sighed.

Catching her up from the whole ex-boyfriend situation to the cocktail party and meeting your new love interest, through to becoming lovers and maybe thinking it could go somewhere, you finally got to today’s fiasco.

“So, literally as soon as we sat down, I look up and that big fucker’s walking in with some pretty girl and looking extremely comfortable with her!” You gave what could only be described as an angry growl, “I mean I’d sussed out from the get-go that he was a player, but ... uhhh!!!... how could I be so damn stupid to fall for his shit talk?!!! Telling me I was his girlfriend!!!” You blew out a big breath.

“And then...“ you switched to your fake “man” voice, “‘Oh, I got a job I’ll be on for the next couple of days, angel.’” Another angry huff from you. “Yeah, right, on a ‘job’...he was obviously gonna be ON her! For about 48 hours by the sound of it. Bitch! And he’s a fucking jerk.”

Once Karen could get a word in edgeways when your rant drew to a close, she said in a calming voice, “Honey, it sounds like you had a lucky escape. There’s a lot of them in New York, you know... fucking jerks, I mean.”

You felt your eyes welling up, but blinked the tears back fiercely, you weren’t going to cry over that stupid big douchebag. You pulled your phone out of your bag, “I mean, look! Look at what he literally put in my phone yesterday evening...” and, ignoring your notifications for the moment, you scrolled to Contacts and turned the phone towards her.

Karen rolled her eyes, “Urrrghh, how lame is that? ‘Your Boyfriend’?” shaking her head. Even though you were furious at him, you felt a twinge of annoyance at her comment. You’d thought it was quite cute. Well, you had before that little shitshow. Then she put her face closer to the screen, “Hey, wait a minute!.. lemme see his photo?”

You handed the phone to her, and she peered at the image. “Oh my god,” she breathed, looking up at you, “...what’s your guy’s name?” “Billy Russo,” you spat back, loath to even voice it. She handed you the phone back. “Well, that’s just damn spooky,” she said, looking amazed. She leant in to you, “I’ve been seeing a guy for a couple of months, his name’s Frank,” and your mouth dropped. “Billy’s got a friend called Frank!” you said, staring at her. She nodded, “Yep, works at Anvil which is owned by the one and only Billy Russo!”

She sat back, taking a long sip of her wine. “What a freaking coincidence this is,” she shook her head. “Frank’s told me a little about him, you know and I’m afraid you’re right - he sounds like a total player.” She looked at you sympathetically, “Sorry.” You waved a hand in the air, “Nothing I hadn’t guessed for myself, Karen. But... he seemed so sincere.” You laughed self-depracatingly, “I was gonna be the one who tamed the bad boy. Huh!!”

You scrolled through the notifications, realising they were all from Billy. “I think he must’ve seen me! He’s called and texted.” You read the text, huffing and showing it to Karen, who raised her eyebrows and commented, “Nice recovery, Russo.” “The voicemail’s the same,” you said, as you listened to it. “What a load of bullshit. I mean, c’mon, who walks a business lunch date to the table with his hand on her back?”

Karen nodded, “No-one, unless they wanna get slapped with a lawsuit.”

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Billy slammed his office door behind him, and threw himself into his chair, tapping out a staccato rhythm on his desktop with a long finger. He reached down, opening his bottom desk drawer and taking out a bottle of whisky and a glass. A moment later, the door opened and Frank came in, looking concerned. He took in Billy’s less-than-immaculate hair, bouncing knee and tense demeanour.

Billy waggled the whisky bottle and quirked an eyebrow at him, but Frank shook his head.

“Okay, Bill, what’s up? Something go wrong?” Billy looked up at him, scowling ferociously, “Fuck yes!” he bit out, “Frankie... everything’s gone wrong.”

Before he could say anything else, Frank’s phone rang and he held a finger up to Billy to say he was going to take the call.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he answered it, “how’re you?” Billy heard a big outburst of indecipherable speech from the phone, and then saw Frank’s eyes flick over to him. “Oh, uhhh okay.. umm right, yeah he’s here. Yeah... yep, I’ll let him know. Will I see you later?” He smiled fondly as he went on, “Okay! That’s great, see you then.” He hung up, hand going to his jaw and running over his stubbled chin, looking worried.

“Bill...” he started, just staring at him and Billy stared right back, “What?”

Frank said a name to him, his angel’s name, and continued, “You know her?” Billy nodded, “Yeah, that’s my girl.” Frank plopped down into the chair across from him, “Not sure that’s the case now.” Billy nodded, “I know. That’s what I was about to tell you. I took Madani out to lunch and my girl was in the fuckin’ restaurant.” He shook his head, “She ran right outta there and I followed but couldn’t find her. So I headed back here. Left Madani sitting there in the restaurant.”

He poured a generous slug of whisky into the glass and knocked back most of it. “Now my girl’s mad at me and Dinah’s mad at me, and this operation could be down the tube.”

Frank sighed, rubbing his big paw over his face. “And Karen’s her friend, can you believe that? So she’s mad at you too. Fuckin’ hell, Russo.”

“Yeah,” said Billy, also sighing. “How the fuck am I gonna fix this?”

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Dinah Madani was not a happy bunny. She stomped into her office, yelling out “Sam!!!” as she went. He hurried in behind her. “Something wrong, Dinah?” She gave him a contemptuous look, “I see you’ve been working on your powers of observation. Well done! Yes, something’s wrong!” Sitting down behind her desk, she glared up at him, “Russo!!! That’s what wrong. That piece of shit.”

Inwardly, Sam laughed to himself. Despite Madani’s sarcastic gibe at his perceptiveness, he’d quickly realised as soon as Russo had popped up in this case that Madani had the serious hots for him. She thought she’d been getting somewhere with him, both on the case and personally, but now something must’ve put a spanner in the works on either one or both of those.

“What’s pretty boy done now?” he asked, trying and failing to completely hide his smirk. She scowled at him, “We’d gone out for lunch - to discuss the case,” she hastily added, and Sam thought to himself ‘yeah, right, and what were you hoping dessert was gonna be?’

“He spotted someone leaving the restaurant and off he goes, saying he’s got to catch up with them.” She viciously powered up her laptop. “Think it was a woman,” she mumbled. “Sorry, what?” said Sam innocently. “I said, I think it was a woman!” spat out Madani, “are you deaf or something?”

Sam smirked again, “Oh. Dear. Someone to do with the case, you think?” She stared at her screen, “How should I know? But that bastard’s got some explaining to do.”

Well this afternoon was gonna be a complete blast, thought Sam.

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You’d returned to Chelsea, and spent the whole afternoon getting under your team’s feet in the café. Not wanting to sit and brood in your office, you’d busied yourself ‘helping them out’, when in fact they didn’t actually need any assistance. And you could sense you were vaguely irritating them. But you didn’t feel up to telling them what the problem was.

Eventually, you’d asked if one of them wanted the rest of the day off as paid leave, and Gabrielle had jumped at the chance. Her older sister had just recently popped out another baby, and she was keen to visit and fulfill her role as doting aunt.

The two guys had watched you warily for the rest of the day, in case all your nervous energy ended up causing some kind of coffee-shop catastrophe. You sent them off at the end of the day, saying you’d close up yourself. Which turned out to be a mistake. Looking vacantly out at the street, you closed and locked the door when they left, and that’s when you spotted the Wraith, parked diagonally opposite the café.

Resting your forehead against the cool glass of the door for a moment, knowing you should really have anticipated that this would be Billy’s next move when you didn’t respond to his attempts at contacting you. Either turn up here or at your apartment. Not difficult to work out. You got the fright of your life as the doorway suddenly darkened, and long legs clad in suit trousers and a pair of shiny black shoes appeared in your line of vision. You’d jumped back in surprise and Billy leant one one arm on the door, staring in at you and mouthing “Please?” at you, followed by (you thought), “I just wanna explain.”

You’d looked away from his pleading eyes, contemplating what you were going to do. Let him in, don’t let him in. You couldn’t deny you wanted to hear his explanation. In all its no-doubt manufactured glory. So, heaving a big sigh, you unlocked the door and immediately walked away to the counter, leaving him to actually open the door and walk in. A small victory, you thought. You hadn’t actually let him in after all. Sort of.

“Coffee?” you asked over your shoulder. “Please.” You made an Americano for him, and a caffé corretto for yourself. You weren’t too fond of grappa, so topped up the espresso with some brandy. Billy, who was leaning on the counter watching you, raised an eyebrow at you. “Ooh, that bad, huh? Can I get some too?” You just stared at him, and he added, “Please?” so you added a shot to his coffee and handed it to him.

Sipping your own strong and bracing beverage, you leaned back against the unit behind you, face neutral, waiting. He took a long drink of his fortified coffee, eyes never leaving yours. He carefully placed the cup back into the saucer, leaning his arms on the counter and looking back up at you, the tip of his tongue swiftly moving over his bottom lip.

“I know you’ll probably think this is total bullshit, but I promise you it’s not,” he said into the silence. You nodded, “Mmhmm.” His eyes drilled into yours, sincerity shining out of them, “That was purely a business lunch. She’s a Homeland agent, and Frankie and I are... in the middle of something with that agency. I can’t tell you any of the details... yet. I’m sorry.”

You huffed out a long breath. “Firstly, Billy, since when does a business lunch entail walking the woman to a table with a hand on her back?” He winced, but you weren’t finished, “And right now, to me, the only thing you looked like getting into the middle of was her.” This time he flinched back from the venom in your voice, but he maintained eye contact with you.

“Angel, I swear to you... On. My. Life. There is nothing and will never be anything between me and Agent Madani.” So.... Agent Madani, your brain rolled the words around your mind. “We’re in a joint operation with them, and I need to make sure she doesn’t drop us out of the loop, they’re good at doing that.”

“And how’re you doing that, Billy? With ‘business lunches’, with lots of flirting? She got the hots for you, hmmm Billy? Yeah? So, ultimately with sex? Keep her really sweet?”

Damn, you knew you’d hit the nail right on the head. His face had flushed, guilt written all over him and he’d slid back on the counter slightly. You’d like to bet that If he hadn’t met you, that’s exactly what would’ve happened. Maybe he’d just not got that far down his timetable with her yet.

You stared intently into his eyes, “Slept with her yet, Billy?” He straightened up to his full height, looking down at you, a strange distant expression in his eyes. “No, angel, I haven’t. And I can’t deny what you’ve just said. That was the plan. Me and Frankie need to know what information and leads she’s got. Yeah, she’d like to fuck me, she’s made that pretty obvious. But we hadn’t quite got to that stage yet.” He took a deep breath, and said in a rush, “We had a drink after work one night, and I kissed her.”

“Uhuh. Did you.” Statement, not question, folding your arms over your chest.

“Before we met!” he hastily added, emphasising the ‘before’, “...it happened days before we met. And it was purely business to me. Nothing more.” “Really? She’s pretty hot.” You could tell he spent a split second thinking how best to reply and keep his balls intact at the same time. “Well, yeah she is... but the spark’s not there for me. She doesn’t float my boat. Not like you do.” You smirked, good answer Russo!

“So what would your schedule have been?” He looked at you, puzzled, “What d’you mean?”

“Flirt, tick. Kiss, tick,” you made little air ticking motions with your finger. “Fuck...? Now, just when would that’ve been on the table, Billy?” He looked away from you, shaking his head, “I dunno. Whenever it would’ve been necessary.” Glancing back at you, “Look, I know this sounds really...” “Shitty?” you supplied. He allowed himself a small grin, “Yeah, shitty,” then the grin dropped. “But this is life and death, angel, and it means finally clearing our names as long as it all goes down okay.” You decided to spare Billy the verbal barb which had popped effortlessly into your head, along the lines of ‘would it depend on who went down on who?’

But you didn’t, instead saying. “Oh right, that’d be clearing your name from when you and Frank got arrested by Homeland, yes?” Billy gave you a hint of a smile, “So, you have been digging after all.”

You nodded, “Yes, I have. Not that I found out much. The dead CIA guy, him having funded you, you guys getting arrested. That was pretty much it.” He nodded, “That’s the bare bones of it, the important parts though. I promise you that as soon as I can, I’ll tell you the whole sorry story. We’re still right in the... it’s all still goin’ on right now.”

You smirked to yourself, you knew he’d changed what he’d been about to say as he was saying it, in case you took another dig at him about exactly what he was in the middle of.

He moved round the counter, and stood next to you. His dark eyes looked huge as they stared into yours, “I promise you, angel, you’re the only woman I’m interested in. The only one I want to be with. Please say you believe me.” The annoying thing was, you did. You didn’t like what he’d told you - that basically if you hadn’t been on the scene he’d have slept with Madani to keep her ‘on side’ - but you did believe that he hadn’t had sex with her. You thought that the small snippet of her body language you’d observed had screamed ‘I want him’ but not the casual touching and languid looks of ‘I’ve had him’.

You gave a big sigh. “Okay, Russo, I believe you.” A look of pure relief crossed his face, and he immediately grabbed both of your hands, pulling you close and kissing you hungrily. You pulled away after a few moments, just as he was trying to deepen the kiss. “But you’re on parole for a while.” He groaned, which became a laugh, “Okay, yeah... whatever you want, angel. For however long you want. I guess I deserve some punishment.”

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After closing up, you and Billy crossed the road and headed towards his car. He beeped his car remote at it as he approached and then opened the passenger door for you. As you folded yourself into the seat, he put one arm on the door frame and leant in to kiss you again. “Sneaky,” you said as you moved your lips away from his. “Always,” he replied and smiled widely at you. He seemed very happy to have been granted ‘parole’, you thought.

As Billy drove off in the direction of his place - realising this produced a part-exasperated smirk on your face - you contemplated what a fucking awful, emotional, but ultimately good day you’d had.

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Someone else was stewing about precisely the same thing. Only without the good ending.

Dinah Madani had a furious scowl on her face as she put her SUV into Drive and pulled out into the traffic flow, following Billy’s car.

She’d just watched that whole little pantomime as he’d opened the car door for that woman, then leant in and obviously kissed her, although she hadn’t been able to actually see that from her vantage point a couple of cars behind his.

When she’d followed Billy from Anvil out to Chelsea earlier on, for the life of her she couldn’t figure out why he’d headed into a coffee shop, of all places. She’d discovered that she couldn’t see into the café from where she was parked, and didn’t want to break cover and walk over to the window in case Billy spotted her.

Then out he’d trotted, hand in hand with whoever this woman was - a waitress in a coffee shop? “Classy, Russo, very classy,” she said out loud, in a bitchy voice. She could ask him about it, she thought, but knowing him he’d more than likely tell her it was none of her business.

Well, she was going to make it her business to find out whatever she could about this apparent liaison of his. She pulled over and watched as his car disappeared into the underground carpark of his apartment block.

It could have some bearing on the case, she thought, trying to justify this course of action to herself.

She ignored that other little voice in her head which said to her that she was just plain jealous.

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@blackbirddaredevil23 @galaxyjane

[lordoffiction]

Two Souls, One Fate: chapter one.

☞: After spending two days trying to post this, here it is! Hooray!

I really hope you all enjoy this whilst I finish writing the fifth chapter for T.L, because god knows I spent too much time on this. I haven’t wrote in a few months, so please excuse any mistakes I made in this and if it’s shitty! It’ll get better, promise. 

Please give me feedback and let me know if you would like to get tagged in this series! 

Anyways, enjoy! 

WORD COUNT: 5,069

WARNINGS: swearing, mild violence, mentions of suicide.

gif isn’t mine, all credits to the owner. 

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Your fingers combed through your hair, bundling it up into an untidy ponytail, pulling the long strands to make sure it was secure and tight enough. You had had long hair for around ten years, it's your pride and joy.

Growing up in an all-male family had made you that way, you grew up a tomboy with your five older brothers and always saw yourself as one of them.

But then that magical moment came when you were ripped from your carefree childhood and brutally slammed into the harsh society and expectations of women, you had begun to hate the idea of acting like a boy. People told you to act more like a “lady”. So you had put away the mud pies, the sword fights, and the wrestling. You began doing make-up, having long hair, and wearing pretty clothes.

But throughout everything, no matter what anyone said, society and snotty people couldn’t take this one thing from you.

Archery.

Your father had taught you from a young age, a sport that made you better even on your worst days. Something that not even the most powerful being in existence could take from you. The thrill of letting go of that arrow, watching it glide through the air before striking its target. It was something you would never get bored of.

You dressed in your normal sportswear, sliding on protective gloves made specially to stop your hands from getting sores as you held the arrow.

Where you lived was a small village, everybody knew everybody. News and gossip spread like wildfire here, so you only imagine that half the village had already heard about your date later tonight.

Reaching over to your bow and your arrow hanging pot, slinging it over your shoulder, you left your small apartment and headed towards the forest. You had a set up shooting range for archery at the corner of it, your dad would make targets for you and set you challenges every day when you were younger. Like swinging targets or shooting whilst you're running.

“G’ morning, dear. Going out to the woods again?”  

Your eyes turned to see your elderly neighbour smiling at you, her eyes crinkled at the corners. Her walking stick barely keeping her up properly and her woven hat kept the sunlight out of her eyes.

“Mrs. Genkins,” You smiled at her small frame. Such a fragile woman. “Don’t I spend all my time in those damn woods?”

“Just you be careful, you wouldn’t want to hurt yourself before your date tonight.” Mrs. Genkins waved her walking stick at you slightly in a teasing manner, barely putting it back in time before she loses her balance.

The comment made your eyes roll internally. Of course, people already knew about your date tonight.

“I see news hasn’t lost its way around this place.” Your hand automatically reaching out to her in case she falls, which she brushed away with her wrinkled hands. Though she may be pushing ninety, she sure is one tough little lady when it comes to receiving any help.

“You know people around here, other people's lives are their entertainment. Just make sure this one can handle you, you can’t be single forever, you know?” Mrs. Genkins squinted her eyes at you teasing you from the last man you had dated that went sour once he had realized how unfeminine you are.

“Is he really worth my time is he can’t handle a tough girl like me?” You teased back, giving her a small wink as she cackled at your comment.

“Well, I better be going if I want to miss the morning rush at the morning market. You be safe, dear. And be careful.”

You nodded at her, smiling as you waved her down the road and out of sight. You let your head fall back slightly, closing your eyes with an exasperating sigh. You really need to move somewhere where there isn’t anyone you know or where no-one knows you.

You set off towards the woods, it wasn’t a far walk, only about five minutes from your apartment complex.

You dug your earphones out from your pocket, plugging them into your phone, and playing your latest playlist you had made for when you go do your archery. You began stretching your arms on the way, hooking one arm around the other, and pulling on it to receive a satisfying 'pop'.

Just as you entered the woods, you began to hear faint drumming noises. You brushed it off, perhaps it was something for the song you were listening to, though you never remembered this when you last listened to it yesterday.

Your brows knotted together in confusion as the drumming began to get louder and louder as you went deeper into the forest. The noise became so loud that you ripped your earphones out of your ears, your eyes widening. It wasn’t coming from the music.

It was coming from around you.  

As soon as you realised, a small chanting sound echoed with the drumming, syncing with the beat of it.

A cult? You thought.

Your E/C hues quickly began searching around you to see who was doing it but found no one else in the woods with you.

Your fight or flight reflex suddenly kicked in, making you break out into a full-blown sprint into the woods, you tried to fumble with your bow, reaching for one of your arrows in it’s hanging pot behind your back, panting as your fingertips brushed the tip of it.

“C’mon!” You yelled at yourself in frustration.

Suddenly, you began to fall sideways, your ankle giving way beneath you in a twisted mess. The world began to spiral around you as you rolled into the ditch near the pathway you were once walking on.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

You felt yourself being thrashed around for a few seconds downhill before finally landing on the flat ground again. You gasped for air, the collision causing you to land onto your back, knocking all the air out of your lungs.

You laid there for a minute, breathing in deeply. Did you really just fucking fall?

Rolling onto your side and going onto your hands and knees once you regained your breath, you looked up at the large hill you just fell from, realising the only way you can get back to the track is if you climb back up again.

“Shit.” You grumbled under your breath, using the nearest tree to pull yourself up to your feet again. Your arrows were scattered around you from the fall, leaning down to pick them up one by one and placing them back in your hanging pot.

As you reached for the last one, but your eyes were caught on a small box under the root of a large tree, surely the largest tree you had seen in these woods before and in your entire life.

It must have been thousands of years old, you could wrap yourself around it at least six or seven times.

“Oh, my...” You gawked the tree up and down, taking it all in before looking back to the box that was intertwined with its roots.

“What’s this?” You wondered aloud, going onto your knees and tracing your fingers on the corners of the box that you could touch. It was covered in dirt and moss but your curiosity ate you alive, reaching for one of your arrows, you began to jab at the root to loosen it with the end of your arrow.

After a few moments of trying, you finally loosened the root enough to yank the box out from it with a hard tug, causing you to fall backward.

You brushed it with your fingers but the dirt and grime were so thickly coated on it for god knows how long.

“Curious cat, aren’t you?” You spoke to yourself, standing up again and forgetting completely about your training. “This could be a murder weapon or something and you want to take it home with you.” You tusked, tucking the box into your hanging pot.

The journey back home was filled with many emotions, the main one being self-pity for yourself on how you fell down the hill. The second was about the drums that caused you to fall.

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You ringed your hair out as you stepped out of the shower, letting it fall down your back, the water droplets dripping down your skin, and pooling around your feet.

You dried yourself off as you danced to the music playing from your speaker in your small apartment, grabbing the clothes you planned to wear to your date tonight.

What a weird day, huh. You thought back to the drumming and chanting.

You had chosen a pair of black jeans and a cute black top you had recently bought as a treat, the neckline dripping to show your cleavage. The outfit suited your figure beautifully, staring at yourself in the mirror as you tugged on your black, leather heeled Chelsea boots.

You’d only done concealer and mascara for your make-up. Nothing too fancy for a little date.

“Not bad, Y/N. Not bad at all.” You smiled at yourself. You had curled your long hair, tucking one side behind your ear.

You looked behind you, seeing the small box you discovered sitting on your kitchen counter. You glanced at the clock on the wall, seeing you still had some time to kill before your date got here.

After a few minutes of running around your apartment and gathering things like a toothbrush, washing up liquid, a small paintbrush, and paper towels; you set up your little workspace on the counter to clean the box.

You dipped the toothbrush in the soapy water, gently scrubbing the dirt from the box, using the paintbrush to brush any specks of dirt off it.

Some time had passed, and you could finally see the beauty beneath the dirt.

“What are these?” You mumbled to yourself, looking at the strange engraved marks on the box. The box looked silver, but you couldn’t be sure.

Carefully prying the box open with your fingertips, you revealed inside a stranger kind of necklace.

Your head tilted to the side and your brows furrowed together as the small spiral pendant looked almost familiar. Like you had owned one before but forgot about it. A very distant memory.

It was silver, in the shape of an upside-down hammer. The leather cord that was with it had deteriorated, falling apart as soon as you picked up the pendant.

You cleaned off the pendant in the soapy water, patting it dry with a paper towel. Quickly going back to your room and grabbing one of your necklaces, you took the chain from it. Going back to the kitchen where you carefully hooped the pendant onto the silver chain.

Should I...

You pondered for a moment, staring at the pendant in your hand. You raised the chain around your neck, clasping it together at the hooks as it hung on your chest. You stilled for a moment, almost expecting something to happen when you put it on.

“Idiot,” You laughed at yourself, going over to where a mirror was to see how it looked on. But as soon as you took a step forwards, it felt like you began falling. You could hear the chants again from the woods, the drums pounding around you, almost deafeningly loud. Your eyes widened in terror as you couldn’t move your body as you fell back, the floor of your apartment swallowing you in a rabbit hole.

Lights surrounded you in all different colors, seeing silhouettes in the corner of your eye. Were they the ones chanting?

Oh god, oh fuck, oh shit.

Your breathing became labored, struggling to get air as you tried desperately to move your limbs.

The drumming and chanting only growing louder the deeper you fell into this rabbit hole.

Silence.

Suddenly the chanting and drums stopped, looking up to see the disfigured sky. You attempted to move your limbs again, gasping when you found you could move.

You kicked your way up to the sky, gasping for air once you broke through.

The sound of lapping waves and squalling seagulls invaded your ears, a sudden chill going over your body.

You looked around you with wide eyes, astonished by your surroundings. You were in the fucking ocean.

“What the fuck?!” You shrieked out, panic set over you as you tried to stay afloat, legs kicking under the water furiously.

“You’re dreaming. You must have gotten a concussion,” you repeated to yourself. “Yeah, yeah. You’re concussed.”

“You there!”

You snapped your head to see a wooden boat sailing towards you, numerous men aboard it as they all peered down at you. One man, in particular, stood at the arch of the boat, big and with a long braided bear. He was bald, tattoos around his head in strange patterns.

“Did you get lost, woman?” He belly laughed, the other men joining in. You were too much in shock to try and even say anything back. “Frode, throw the poor woman a rope.”

One of the men, skinner than the one barking orders, threw a thick rope towards you, splashing into the water in front of you, the water spraying on your face.

You grabbed the rope, unsure whether or not being on a boat with strangers or being in the ocean alone was better. The men heaved you up to the boat, letting your body hit the deck of it like a wet fish.

You panted slightly, trying to calm your thundering heart before it jumped out your throat.

You weren’t facing the men, your eyes locked onto your hands that dug into the wooden deck, trying to desperately grasp onto some kind of reality.

“Holy fuck.” You gasped out.

“Someone get her something to cover herself with!” The bald, bearded man ordered. Someone came over and wrapped some kind of cloak on you, you quickly tied it on your neck, trying to get warm.

“What kind of clothing is she wearing?” Another man spoke.

“A whore, perhaps?” Another replied.

“Whore!?” You repeated, turning to look at the men for the first time. “Who do you think you're calling a whore?”

The expressions on the men’s faces changed as soon as you looked up at them. The sudden change in mood made you want to cower away. Are these cosplayers? Re-enactors? Why did they dress that way?

“Freyja.” The bald one spoke, barely a whisper.

“Freyja?” You repeated. Who?

You’d never heard such a name before, were they calling you that? The men exchanged a look, communicating with their eyes before turning back to you.

“What’s your name?” The bald one asks, his tone in voice changing.

“Y/N,” you reply, beginning to stand up. “Where is this? Where are we right now?”

“Kattegat.” Someone spoke, earning a quick shove by the person next to him.

Your brows frowned together. Kattegat? Maybe you should have paid more attention in geography class when you were in school.

“Tie her up. We must show the Princes, this is an imposter of Freyja.” The bald one spoke again before walking away, his face unreadable.

“Wait!” You exclaimed, looking around as the men closed in on you, starting to grab you. “Get your fucking hands off of me!”

You elbowed the man who grabbed your from behind, hearing a grunt from him as he doubled over, making you flick your long hair out of your face.

“If anyone touches me, I’ll rip your fucking limbs off.” You warned, getting into a fighting stance with your balled fists in the air. You were outnumbered, by many. Before you could even say another word, one of the men quickly backhanded you across the face, knocking you down to the floor where they all cornered you.

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The bald man, whose name you had learned was Magnus, threw you onto the ground with force, causing you to land on your shoulder. A groan left your lips as pain tingled down your arm.

“Don’t fucking throw me, you bald bastard!” You shouted at him, your hands restrained behind your back and your ankles tied together also, restraining you of trying to run off. Your hair had fallen across your face, limiting your view of your surroundings.  

The whole hall of people turned to look at you, hearing small whispers about your clothing. The music had stopped playing and the cheers.

Who the fuck were these people?

You could barely make out four men sitting at a large table in front of you, maybe a few feet away, two with fair hair and two with dark.

“What’s the meaning of this, Magnus?” You heard one of them say, his accent making your ears perk up. “Did any of you ask for a thrall for the night?” He directed his question to the men beside him.

“My apologies, Prince Ubbe, but...” The bald man suddenly seemed nervous, unsure of what exactly to say. It made you scoff. A big guy like him was scared of these guys? “We found her in the sea--”

“Spit it out, before I rip your tongue out.” Another man at the table spoke, the threat taking you off guard. His accent was the same.

“We believe she’s an imposter and a volva.”

“An imposter and a volva?” another one of the men at the table snickered. “Sound’s interesting, Ubbe.”

“Who are you calling an imposter?” You sneered at the men. “I don’t even know you.”

“Watch your mouth, whore!” You heard, gasping as one of the men who tied you kicked you in your side.

“Enough.” You heard the first man say, hearing the chair he was sitting in move across the floor. “I asked you what the meaning of this was? You’re spoiling our celebration.”

The bald man grabbed the back of your head, gripping onto your hair as he roughly pulled you onto your knees, making you wince. Your hair moved from your face in the process and you could finally see around you. At the table sat the four men, the Princes, you had gathered.

All handsome— wait. Not the right time.

Their faces were twisted in an expression you had never seen before on someone as soon as they looked at you. The whole of the hall went deathly quiet as eyes were on you.

One of the men at the table stood up abruptly, his hands on the table. He had four twisted braids in his dark hair, his eyes a piercing blue as they stared at you. They were the bluest eyes you had ever seen.

Those eyes. You’d seen them before.

“Freyja.” He said to you. Again with the name.

Your head was tugged back, knocking you out of your trance and filling your chest with rage. Ripping your eye contact from him, you turned your attention to the man behind you.

“Get your hands off me before I break them.” You growled out.

Whispers broke out around you, you scowled at them all. What were they all wearing? Are these Vikings?

Your E/C eyes find their way to the blue ones again, he seemed to tense when you looked at him, his breath catching in his throat. It was like he was a statue.

The one with long brown hair with two braids going into one and green eyes stood up.

“Everybody leave.” Was all he said for everyone to leave the room. “You men can also leave. Get out.”

The men behind you began to leave, Magnus let your hair suddenly go from his grip, letting you land onto your face.

“Fuck.” You whimpered out, a tingling pain going up your nose. The only people left in the large hall were you and the four strange men, you strangely began to feel small.

The blonde man who was at the head of the table began to make his way towards you, his footsteps stopping once in front of you. Was this the one they called Ubbe?

“You,” He kneeled on one knee as he grabbed your jaw with his index finger and thumb. “What is your name?”

You hold your tongue, refusing to tell him. But this only made his grip on your jaw tighten.

“If you want to keep your tongue, I suggest you answer when spoken to.” He said lowly, his eyes just as blue as the man behind him. Were they brothers?

You stare into his eyes, trying to stare him down like a dog but his eyes never faltered. His stare was incredibly intimidating.

You gave an exasperating huff of breath, rolling your eyes to yourself.

“Y/N. My name is Y/N Y/L/N.”

He kept staring at you, his eyes studying your face. His eyes looked sad as if pained as he looked at you. His jaw clenched and unclenched before he spoke again. “Why were you in the sea?”

“I don’t know, one moment I was in my home and the next I was in the water.” You knew this had to do with the necklace and the drumming in the woods. It all has to link up somehow. You went to reach up to grab it but remembered your hands were tied.

His eyes moved from yours as he removed his hand from your jaw, turning to the other men at the table. Your eyes followed. Both the one with blue eyes and the blonde one with fluffy hair were frozen in place still. It’s like they’ve seen a ghost.

The one kneeling in front of you raised his eyebrows at the one with the braids as if asking him what to do. He walked over to the both of you, gawking down at you with his green eyes.

“It’s as if she’d risen from the dead, but how can that be? We saw her body that day.” He said, staring down at you.

“Can someone just explain to me what’s going on?” You pipped up. A loud bang caused you to jump, looking towards the cause of the noise. The blue-eyed man had gotten up, his chair fallen behind him and his hands pressed against the surface of the table. His chest was heaving under his leather armor. His face was twisted with anger and hurt, barely looking at you as he grabbed his crutch.

“I don’t care what you do with her," he looked over to you with eyes so intense, your lips parted as your breath hitched in your throat. You felt your heart dip into your stomach.

Holy shit. Those eyes... Where have you seen them before?

"She's not Freyja." He walked out the hall and passed you, his crutch stabbing into the wood beneath him in anger, he looked as if he was almost snarling as he walked through the doors.

“Ivar--” The one with the green eyes called after him, going to walk after him but the one who was knelt suddenly stood up, holding a hand against his chest.

“Leave him, this must be a shocking sight for him. He needs time.”

“Can you untie me so I can leave?” You cut in, the rope irritating the skin off your wrists. The men ignored you, the blonde fluffy-haired one finally speaking up after this whole time.

“You can’t let her leave.”

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You sat awkwardly in the chair, fiddling with your fingers on your lap as the three men stared at you. The fluffy-haired one had untied you but sat you in the chair at the large table, the green-eyed one threatening that if you tried anything then you’d regret it.

Scary.

They spoke as if you weren’t even there too.

“What kind of clothes is she wearing? She's dressed like a prostitute.” The one with the two braids spoke, cutting an apple slowly with a knife before placing it in his mouth.

Your gaze turned to him, anger rising in your chest. What was with these guys? Do they have no respect?

“Say that again,” You pointed your finger towards him. “and I’ll spoon your eyes out. How can you say anything about what I'm wearing when you’re dressed like a rodent in all those furs?”

The man stared at you for a moment before smirking. Who are you smiling at, you bastard--

“With a mouth like hers, she certainly isn’t Freyja. She wouldn’t dare speak like that.” He said. "Even if she is identical to her."

“That’s because I’m not Freyja. And you do know that this is kidnapping, right? You can get put into jail because of this.”

The brothers exchanged a look.

“And where would you find one of those?” Asked the one with the long braid, Ubbe, you remembered. “We’re the sons of Ragnar, nobody can tell us what we can or cannot do.”

Your eyebrows frowned, looking at them sideways at you felt dumbfounded.

Who is Ragnar?

“As if I know, or care, who Ragnar is. Let me go.” You huffed, folding your arms over your chest. Shit, it was cold here. Even this cloak did nothing to help with your soaking clothes.

Their expressions only looked more confused, as if they were more confused than you are and couldn't understand how you didn't know who Ragnar is.

“Where are you from?” The one eating asked.

“Tell me your names and then I’ll tell you what you want to know.” You cocked an eyebrow at them. If they were stupid enough, they’d tell you so you can report them to the police once you find a way out of here.

God, the air here smells like constant shit. You want to go home already, to your scented candles to cleanse your nose of this stench.

“Curious thing, aren’t you? I’m Hvitserk,” Hvitserk pointed to the other men with the end of his knife. “these are my brothers, Ubbe and Sigurd.”

Ubbe smiled at you as Sigurd only stood still, unsure of what to say to you.

“And the blue-eyed one who walked out?” You asked.

“That was Ivar, our youngest brother.”

“What was his problem?” You quizzed again. Shut up, Y/N. This curiosity is the reason why you’re here in the first place.

Ubbe and Hvitserk looked at you before exchanging a look between them, Sigurd shifting on his feet as he cleared his throat. You noticed his jaw clench and his fists tighten at his sides.

“Well?” You repeated, waiting for an answer from one of them.

“The woman you resemble—” Ubbe began, getting cut off by a nudge from Hvitserk.

“Is it wise to tell her?” He asked his brother lowly, his green eyes looking at you.

“You do not think she deserves to know?”

“She could be deceiving us, a volva like the men said,” Hvitserk warned his brother.

You could only roll your eyes at them as you shifted in the chair, crossing your legs over.

“I don’t know what that is, but I can assure you I'm not deceiving you. I just want to know what’s going on.” You sighed, tucking your hair behind your ears.

“You resemble a woman called ‘Freyja’,” Sigurd spoke suddenly, looking into the bright flame that burned in the hall. His brothers turned to look at him with you. “No, you don’t resemble her. You are her.”

“Who is Freyja?” You asked.

“She was my first love.” He turned to look at you. “And Ivar's.”

Hvitserk and Ubbe sat back in the chairs, staying deadly quiet as their brother spoke to you. Their first love?

“What happened to her?” The question made your heart sink, taking you off guard. Why do you care?

“She died protecting us all. She was the most beautiful and loved woman in Kattegat, every man wanted her hand in marriage. Including all of us,” Sigurd suggested to his brothers, making Ubbe take a sip out of his cup and Hvitserk turn his gaze.

“A king came one day, wanting to trade. But once his eyes set on Freyja, demanding to marry her or risk causing a war between us. We all agreed to go to war, prepared, made an army. She refused to cause a war over her, Freyja had always hated violence.”

Sigurd took a shaky breath, his hands trembling in the light of the fire. The sight was enough to let you know how much he was affected by this.

“She... she was in love with Ivar. The thought of either losing him in battle or by marrying herself off was too much for her to ever bare. The day of the battle, Freyja stood between armies, in the middle of the battle field,” His eyes looked at yours, something flashing over them. “She drove a sword through herself in front of everyone. She did it for her love.”

The words made your breath hitch in your throat.

She killed herself... for him?

Your eyes tore away from Sigurd’s figure, looking anywhere but at the brothers.

No wonder Ivar left, you thought. Imagine seeing the woman you loved kill herself in front of you and then seeing her alive again...

“I’m sorry.” You said quietly, staring at your lap. “But I just want to go home. I have a family there, friends. They’re probably searching for me.”

“It’s dark out now,” Ubbe spoke, clearing his throat as he stood. “You should rest here for the night and begin searching for your way back in the morning. We'll help you.”

You nodded a 'thank you', standing from your chair. Hvitserk looked at your soaking clothes, turning to Sigurd.

"Tell one of the thralls to prepare some clothes for Y/N. She can't sleep in those."

Sigurd nodded, walking down a passageway and out of sight. You could see a grateful look on his face towards his brother for getting him out the room.

"You still haven't told me where you're from." Hvitserk turned his attention to you, leaning back against the table.

"Honestly, I don't think any of you will know where I'm from. But I can tell you I'm not from here. I come from a different time." You uttered, holding the necklace under your cloak, your thumb grazing the lines in it. "Someone or something brought me here, I want to know why."

[holykillercake]

Hazy Justice - 02

01 03

pairing: Cop!Smoker x MilitaryDoctor!Reader

word count: 2k

summary: After eight years serving your country in a war, you returned to your hometown as the new head of Trauma Surgery in one of the best hospitals in the country. You were expecting a calmer life now, but suddenly you see yourself choosing between your brain and your heart, light and dark, justice and evil.

notes: I guess you saw the gif already! We have the introduction of a new character!

𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘, 𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊!

Stiff neck and a headache. This is what you get for sleeping on your living room floor. 

You took a quick shower and some painkillers before heading for another day of work. On your silent drive towards the hospital, your mind ran through various things. 

The first being the list of your patients, the ones you had to check upon first, their conditions, and find out the attending who took care of them during the night, ask them about possible complications and current situation. 

The second subject hovered your head as more of a question, though. Had you finally met your neighbor, or was it just a dream, the result of your exhausted state? 

You spotted a cute restaurant when you stopped at the red light, perhaps you´d have lunch there today, it was near the hospital, and the place gave you a ¨good food¨ vibe. 

The image of the man you dreamed about wandered its way back into your thoughts, despite your difficulty of seeing a perfect picture. His hair was actually the only thing you were sure about. White, a single lock was falling on his forehead, but it didn´t look like it was meant to be there. Maybe it was just ¨end of the day¨ hairstyle. 

You parked your car on your designated spot and looked around the parking lot. It was the first time you´ve seen it so crowded. It made sense, though. 

A yellow Jaguar drove in a couple of minutes after you did, and since that was the only yellow car you had seen so far, and you spot the small white stuffed bear hanging on the mirror, you knew it was Law. 

He left his car and walked over to you with a strange expression.

¨Y/N-ya, what are you doing here?¨ always so straight to the point.

¨Well, good morning, Law. How are you?¨ the man rolled his eyes, but you refused to answer until he learned how to talk to people properly. 

¨Morning, Y/N-ya. I´m good. What are you doing here?¨

¨What do you mean? I work here.¨ you gave him a duh face. 

¨Yeah, but not today.¨ your head tilted to the side ¨Today is your day off.¨

¨My day off?¨ you were so used to not having days off that it didn´t even cross your mind. You asked the HR person everything but days off. ¨What am I supposed to do on my day off?¨

¨I don´t know, Y/N-ya. Go explore the city or have some rest. Today you only get inside this hospital wounded or dead.¨ he said bitterly, patted your shoulder, and entered the building. 

The only thing besides work you had planned for the day was paying a visit to that cute restaurant, so it took you some good thinking to come up with a plan. Maybe Tashigi was free, and you two could do something together. 

<Mornin´ Tashigi! U free today?>

<Morning, Y/N-san! I just need to take somethings to the office then I´m free!>

<Do u mind if we meet there?>

<Of course not! Smoker-san will be there too I think. You said you wanted to meet him.>

<Perfect then! See you in a bit ~>

<See you, Y/N-san!>

Tashigi´s station was inside the Justice District, so it didn´t take long for you to reach it. The journey was peaceful, and the view was something to take note of. Beautiful leafy trees were strategically planted on the sidewalks, offering shadows for those who preferred to walk, no scratched paint in any house, store, or building. They all looked recently finished. The asphalt was shiny and without bumps or holes, making every car trip smooth.

You entered the Police Department and couldn´t help but feel a bit lost.

¨The new Commissioner made quite a few changes in the place.¨ you mumbled to yourself. 

Back in the day when Sengoku was the Chief of the Police Headquarters, the halls were lighter and brighter, the furniture was softer, and it smelled like spring - if that is possible. After he retired, a man named Sakazuki took his place, and to be honest, he seemed pretty decent, but he deals with justice differently, and the place shows. 

First, it was damn cold; the AC was making his money worth it; the smell was the second thing that hit you. The strong odor of bleach, the freezing temperature, and the morbid LEDs on the bleak grey ceiling made you feel like you were in a morgue. Everything else was made out of either leather or metal. 

This Sakazuki guy was definitely on the list of the people you didn´t want to meet. 

¨Hi, can you help me? I´m looking for-¨

¨Y/N-san!¨ Tashigi yelled, almost losing balance and falling on her face. 

¨Hey, careful there!¨ you hugged her. ¨You´re good to go?¨

¨Yeah, I just...¨ she turned her head around a couple of times, looking for something. She smiled and waved at someone ¨Smoker-san! Here!¨

The man was getting out of a room, sunglasses on and a cigar on his mouth. He was tall and seemed muscular under the leather jacket, but what caught your attention was his hair, the same white hair you remembered from last night. Only this time it was completely put back, no loose locks. 

The change in his expression made you think he had recognized you as well, and the thought of Tashigi´s boss being your front-door neighbor made you chuckle. 

¨That´s what I call a coincidence.¨ he said and took off the shades. You struggled not to gasp when his light-brown eyes met yours.

¨Right? I was so tired last night that I thought you were a dream.¨ you giggled, and he broke a smile. 

¨You know each other?¨ Tashigi asked.

¨We´re neighbors! It took a while for us to meet, though.¨ 

¨Tough week.¨ he touched the nape of his neck. 

¨Yeah, it was. We even saw you yesterday, Y/N-san!¨ the young officer said, confusing you ¨The Sora park, we were there too! But since you looked so busy, I didn´t want to interrupt.¨

So much happened, but you couldn´t recall anything. 

You just focused on starting the triage process. Determining the severity of the patient´s condition, assign a priority level, taking care of those who could be assisted in the local, and having the severely injured ones being sent to the hospital where you knew Marco would take good care of them. 

You were immensely wrong when you guessed that the triage process would be easier, thinking that the majority of the victims were fatalities.

 Apparently, the park was celebrating its 5th anniversary, so people from not only the different districts but other cities were all gathered in the park. 

¨Sorry, I didn´t... see you guys.¨ you said a little apologetic and lost. 

¨No apologies needed.¨ Smoker said ¨It was pretty intense. Although we were not supposed to spread knowledge of our presence in the scene.¨ he gave her a disguised rebuke, and you watched your friend get redder than a bell pepper, apologizing. 

You stared at each other for two seconds before you burst into laughter.

¨You´re still as clumsy as I remember, Tashigi.¨ you wiped a few tears ¨But don´t worry, this information dies with me.¨ you turned to Smoker, and he nodded, trusting you as a military. 

¨S-Should we go, Y/N-san?¨ 

¨Yes, of course! Well, it was a pleasure meeting you, Smoker.¨ 

¨Pleasure is all mine, Y/N.¨ you shook hands again, staring each other in the eyes. 

His eyes slowly traveled to your lips, and you noticed that you were biting it, blushing more than Tashigi. 

¨Well, see you, then!¨ you let go of his hand and rushed to the door. 

¨Y/N,¨ you turned with an audible hm? and raised brows ¨knock if you need anything.¨ you nodded and smiled. 

¨Will do.¨ 

~

¨I´ll have the Kenafa, please.¨ Tashigi told the waiter with so much of a look in the menu. 

The cute restaurant you drove by earlier was called Terracota, and it was specialized in foreign cuisine. Even with the names and ingredients, you couldn´t figure out something you´d like, so you decided to order the same thing as the officer. 

¨That´s what eight years of ration do to you.¨ you joked.  

¨What have you been eating these days?¨ 

¨Whatever they have on the menu at the hospital. Sandwiches, pasta, sandwiches, sandwiches, chocolate bars, sandwiches...¨ you laughed ¨Haven´t had time to think about cooking yet.¨

¨Take outs are simpler, right?¨ you nodded ¨So, what do you think about Smoker-san?¨ 

¨Looks decent, polite, hard worker-¨

¨Aw, come on, Y/N-san! That´s not what I asked!¨ she gave you a suggestive look ¨He´s not taken, you know.¨

You open and closed your mouth a couple of times, words refusing to come out.

¨What? Tashigi!¨

¨I´m just saying!¨ she held her hands up, defending herself in the middle of giggles ¨But seriously, Y/N-san, I think he liked you too.¨

¨Ok, first, I never said I liked him, and second, I just got here. Can´t really think about this stuff.¨ 

¨Well, you should consider, at least. He doesn´t go out a lot, so...¨ she prolonged the last word ¨...maybe it was fate that put you two as neighbors.¨ you scoffed.

¨You believe in this stuff?¨

¨I do. Sometimes we see some crazy things...¨ her expression frowned ¨...it helps if I believe in fate. And the reason behind things... you know?¨ you nodded when she looked at you, even though you didn´t.

For your salvation, the waiter came back with the amuse-bouche, breaking the uncomfortable moment.

 You didn´t want to tell her that you stopped believing that everything happens for a reason a long time ago.

¨But you said you have a brother here, right? Have you seen him already?¨

¨Unfortunately, no. He´s out of town now, so I´ll have to wait. God, I miss him so much!¨ a smile grew on your lips with the idea of seeing him again. 

¨Oh yeah, you told me he runs businesses. Do you know the names? Maybe I know or visited before, or even know him!¨

¨Of course! There´s the Casino Verde, the Hotel Verde and a restaurant called Suna. I´ve never be-¨ 

The girl in front of you turned purple as she choked on her food, a raucous cough called everyone´s attention while one hand covered her mouth and the other smacked her chest. 

¨Y-Your brother is C-Crocodile?¨ she asked with a hushed voice, still trying to fight her food from coming out. 

You were expecting her to know him, but the explosive noodle reaction caught you a little off guard. 

¨Yeah... are you ok?¨ you offered her a napkin which she gladly accepted.

¨I´m sorry about this, it´s just...¨ she paused a bit, brows furrowing while her fingers tore the napkin you gave her. Then she took a deep breath and recomposed herself ¨... he´s very famous, you know? He basically runs the Light District!¨

You knew he was rich and powerful, but to say that he ran the most extravagant district was a surprise. A good one, though. You couldn't help but feel proud of him. 

You remember all the sacrifices he made when you were two just kids lost in this world. All the humiliating jobs he´d work at to buy you food. The pain of having his childhood taken from him at such young age. 

He became a man to protect you. He never let anything or anyone hurt you, he never let you starve even if that meant he´d be going to sleep with nothing but a glass of tap water in his stomach.

You felt a burning sensation on your nose, and your eyes started to water, bringing a genuine smile to rise on your lips and tears roll down your cheeks. You didn´t mind it, though. You were too happy.

¨Yeah... he is my brother.¨ 

[mayraki]

“A mermaid’s tale” (6)

jj x reader

rudypankows’ gif!

summary: you managed to keep your secret safe. until a boy gets in danger and you have to save his life.

PART 5

MASTERLIST

SERIES MASTERLIST

“Seriously?” Kie asked to Pope when he won at the cards game.

“What?” He asked confused but at the same time proudly for winning.

“You totally cheated!” She said and you watched how Pope’s face expression changed to being offended. You let out a little laugh and he turned to you.

“Y/n! You think I cheated?” He asked and you shrugged your shoulders with a little smile, playing innocent.

You got distracted by your phone making a little noise and you got it out from your back pocket, looking at the full moon picture that was on the screen. You sighed and then locked the phone.

“What’s wrong?” JJ asked silently next to you and you shook your head.

“Nothing. I have to go.” You got up from the couch and headed to the front door, but stopped once you felt a slightly tingly feeling on your nose making you sneeze, but you jumped since the glasses of water that were on the counter exploded. You stumbled back to not get wet and watched with surprise at the water all over the floor.

“What the fuck was that?!” John B asked looking at his all wet clothes.

JJ took the opportunity when everyone got focused on the water and the sudden explosion, to walk towards you. “Y/n?”

“There’s something you should know about me.” You said grabbing his hand and walking outside. “All of this on it’s own it’s pretty weird, I know. But there’s more weird shit. When the fool moon comes out I-”

“What? You turn into a werewolf or something?” He said jokingly but when you didn’t say anything right away, his expression changed to a serious one. “Do you?”

“I don’t, sort of... weird things happen to me when the full moon is out. That’s why I can’t hand out with you guys some nights. I look straight at it, I can’t control myself.”

“You get drunk with the full moon?” He said.

“Weird way to put it, but yes.”

“So that explosion was because there’s a full moon tonight?” You nodded.

“The thing is... the full moon is not out yet, and it’s already a mess, my powers went all crazy, I should go home because I don’t know what could happen when the moon is out.” You started to walk away but JJ gently grabbed your arm.

“Are you sure you’re going to be ok?” He said and you quickly nodded.

“Yeah, I’ve been dealing this for a long time. I got this.” You gave him a little smile, but he still wasn’t fully convinced.

As soon as you walked into your room, you closed your window and the curtain, making sure no light was coming inside your bedroom.

“Y/n, sweetheart! Can you come here for a second?” Your mom called you from the kitchen.

“Everything is ready.” You said to yourself while looking around. You had a feeling that this night was not going to be a normal full moon.

~

You let your body relax on the bed once you finished dinner with your parents. You watched the hour on your phone and calculated that the full moon had already been out for almost half an hour.

You closed your eyes trying to think of something to do, because sleeping was not on your mind, when you heard a noise coming from your window. You ignored it, thinking it was the tree that was next to it hitting it, but when you heard it more than three times, you got suspicious.

Your hand was making it impossible for your to see the sky, as you walked closer to your window. As soon as you moved the curtain, you furrowed your eyebrow when you noticed the boy that was on the other side.

“JJ! What are you doing here?” You asked once your window was opened.

“I brought snacks!” He said in a whisper. You let out a little smile and helped JJ go into your room. “I wasn’t going to let you spend this beautiful night alone.” He said putting the bags of food he had on the floor. “Nice room, by the way.”

“If my parents find you here, they’re going to kill you.” You said and JJ just shrugged his shoulders.

“I’ve heard that before.”

You opened your mouth in surprised and then playfully punched his arm, but a little laugh came out of your mouth.

“Did something else explode?” He asked after offering you some of the chips he bought.

You sat down on your bed next to him and shook your head. “No, fortunately. I tried to keep myself under control.”

“Y/n!” You heard your mom closed to your room so in the minute of panicking you pushed JJ to the other side of your bed where he couldn’t be seen from the door. She quickly opened the door and looked around your room. “Is everyone alright?” She asked once she saw you on your bed with your eyes widen out in panic.

“Yeah.” You nodded quickly. “Just, getting ready for bed.”

Your mom nodded not fully convinced and walked towards the chair on your desk to leave the clean laundry.

“Good night, then.” She said before closing the door.

“Ouch!” JJ said silently on the floor and you reached over to see him.

“Sorry, I panicked.”

“Yeah, no shit, dude!” He went back to the bed and then a little laugh came out of your mouth, playing the moment back in your head. “Oooh, you think is funny, do you?”

You nodded. “Kinda.” Without hesitation he pushed your body and it fell to the side of the bed, making you feel a slight pain on the side of your arm. JJ bursts into laughter and you sat down on the floor to lock eyes with him.

“Asshole!” You said and JJ just kept laughing.

“You were right, it was funny!” He said and you punched him in the side of his arm once you sat down in your bed.

“Dickhead.” You said softly.

“That’s what you get for scaring me the other day.”

“You’re never going to let that go?”

“Now that I watched you fall from your bed, I will.” He said proudly and you shook your head, but a little smile came out of your mouth.

“Well, now I have to go to the bathroom to clean my hands. Those chips are greasy as fuck.” You said getting up from your bed and waking towards the door inside your room.

“Wait, is that your bathroom?” You nodded confused at his question. “You have a bathroom in your room?” He got up once you opened the door of the tiny bathroom. “That’s awesome dude!”

“I’ve never seen someone get to excited for a bathroom.” You said confused but with a little smile for how cute JJ looked. You grabbed toilet paper and started to rub it around your hands, trying to make your fingers clean again. “Fuck, it won’t come off. I hate having my fingers like this.”

“Yeah, it’s kinda disgusting.” He said and then opened the water from the sink. You turned to him but the water went crazy once you did, making your entire chest wet.

“Great...” you said sarcastically.

You let your body fall into the bed once the tail appeared. You sighed looking at it and JJ let his body lean back on the side of the door, while looking at the giant tail on the room.

“How did you managed to keep a secret all these years, I have no idea.” He said and you shook your head.

“You and me, JJ.” You let your arm stretched over your tail but when you closed your fist to dry it off, it started to burn so bad, the water in the sink started to make smoke with the bottle of water you had on your side table.

You quickly opened your fist and looked around to see the smoke disappear.

“That was weird.” JJ said while looking at your hand.

“I had a feeling this full moon was not going to be normal, my powers are out of control.” You let your back fall on the bed and sighed after closing your eyes. You felt JJ sitting down next to you and your eyes quickly opened. “I can’t dry off.”

“Then we just wait.” JJ said and you turned your head to him, who had a little smile on his face and that made you feel better. The memory of him and you at John B’s house appeared in your mind and you turned away, feeling your cheeks get hotter. Having all of this mess in your head brushed away the fact that you and JJ almost kissed yesterday. “What are you thinking about?” He asked and you realized his body was now closer to yours, he was lying down next to you and you felt his arm touching yours.

“That I wished I was in the ocean right now.” You quickly lied and JJ just gave you a little nod before looking away to the ceiling.

“Must be pretty good to be able to swim as much as you want, not needing to breathe.”

“I don’t know If you really want this.” You let out a little laugh and JJ looked at you.

“Why not?”

“You would have to give up surfing.” You said quickly knowing that would be the main reason he couldn’t do it. And you were right. He didn’t answer, he just nodded and went back to looking at the ceiling.

Silence surrounded the room and you were getting lost in your mind, remembering the time at John B’s house. That made you asked yourself: why was JJ here?

Was he just being nice? He’s always been. But coming to your house, bringing snacks, sneaking into your room risking himself being caught by your parents, all of that because he didn’t want you to be alone?

You felt your legs coming back and you smiled when the tail was gone. “Finally.” You sat down on the bed and JJ did the same. “Thank you for keeping me company, JJ.” You said softly and he shook his head.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” You turned your head to him and he locked eyes with you. He had a little smile on his face and you couldn’t help but look at it. His lips looked soft and you wanted to see if it was true.

You looked at his eyes to lock eyes with him, but he was just staring at your lips like he wanted them. A sudden wave of courage took over your body and got closer to him, feeling his breathing mix with your yours, your hand went to his cheek to gently grab it, but when you touched it, it started to burn and you took your hand away from his face.

“Ouch.” He said softly after touching his cheek.

“I’m sorry.” You got up from your bed and turned around, face palming yourself on the inside for the ruined moment. “You should leave, it’s getting pretty late. I don’t want you to get into trouble for me.” You said still looking the other way.

You heard JJ getting up from your bed and walk over to the window. “Goodnight, Y/n.” He said softly before going through your window.

You stayed there with your mind full of thoughts and your heart going full speed. Why did your hand do that? Your fist wasn’t closed.

What was happening to you? You always wanted to be alone, you met JJ, and suddenly, you want him around and wanted to kiss him. You were glad it didn’t happen, having to deal with feelings was not the best for you right now. But deep down, you were annoyed at your powers for being out of control.

“Fuck you full moon.” You said softly and went back to your bed to go to sleep, but the thoughts you had on your mind were making it impossible.

***

PART 7

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Journals Part 2 ~ bad day (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Journals Series 

Read Part One [flatline]

Based on the song, “Bad Day” by Justin Bieber. 

CW: angst, feelings after a breakup, cursing. 

Key: Y/N = your name, italicized = unspoken thoughts, bold = texts/emails/notes, bold + italicized = song lyrics.

-- I do not own rights to the gif or the song. -- 

---Spencer’s POV---

I dialed Garcia’s number as quickly as my fingers could manage, but I often struggled with the fact that my brain worked so much faster than the rest of my body did. 

“Helloooo Boy Wonder. What can I do for you on this lovely day off?”

“Garcia, can you trace Y/N’s cell?”

“Whoa, is she in danger?” she asked, tone changing drastically. 

“Um, possibly,” I guess that wasn’t a complete lie. 

“Reid. Tell me what’s going on.” 

“I-I can’t.” 

She sighed, “Well then I can’t help you.” 

Well, Morgan knows about our problems, so it won’t be long until everyone else does too, I suppose. I returned her sigh. “Okay, so Y/N and I have been having some issues, and she left. I’m not sure when she left, but I have no clue where she went. Most of her things are gone, the only things she left were things she couldn’t carry on her own. I’ve been trying to reach her but I can’t get through to her. Please help me...” I was hoping she didn’t hear my voice crack on the last sentence. 

“Oh, Reid, I’m so sorry... But I don’t think she wants you to know where she is. You’ll figure this out, I know you will,” and with that, she hung up. 

No I didn't think you would let me Down that easy, oh no girl And I didn't think it was over... Until you walked away like it was nothing, baby.

I didn’t notice I was even crying, until my breath caught in my throat and I heard my sobs. I didn’t realize at the time that I was pushing her away. I knew that things weren’t going particularly well between us recently, but I didn’t think that this would be the result. My phone buzzed and I couldn’t pull it out fast enough. It was a number I didn’t recognize. I answered anyway, hoping that it was Y/N. 

“Hello?”

“Hi Spence, it’s Lila. I was wondering if you wanted to get that coffee tomorrow morning, and maybe brunch too?” 

Shit. Shit. Shit. What am I supposed to tell her? I already told her that we could go, but I really just want to find Y/N and make things right with her. 

“Sorry, Lila, I have to make a call. I’ll get back with you,” I said, and hung up without waiting for her response. 

I dialed Morgan’s number next. 

“Hey Pretty Boy, did you two kiss and make up last night?”

“She left me.” 

He sat in silence on the other line for a long moment, before responding, “What?”

“She left me. When I got home yesterday, she was gone. And I have no idea where she went. Garcia won’t trace her phone.” 

“Oh yes, she will. I’ll call you back in a few minutes. Hang in there, man,” and the line went dead. 

Y/N... Why didn’t you just tell me that you felt neglected? Why didn’t you tell me you were considering leaving me? I would have stopped you. I would have done whatever it took. I still will, just please give me the chance. 

And that moment was so hard for me to breathe,  Cause you took away the biggest part of me,  Life was so unpredictable,  Never thought a love like yours would leave me all alone,  Didn't waste any time But you had already made up your mind No sympathy Cause I was out of line...

Garcia called and notified me that Y/N had blocked my number but she hacked into it and unblocked me, so I took that opportunity and ran with it. 

I called, but she didn’t answer; I left her a voicemail anyway. 

“Y/N, I am so sorry that you felt like your only choice was to leave. Please come home. I love you more than you could ever know. Baby, please just let me explain. I was just so worried that we fell into a routine and I didn’t want to get complacent. When couples get too comfortable in relationships, they tend to end. That’s why nearly half of marriages end in divorce. I didn’t want that to be us. I will do whatever it takes to make it up to you. I will kiss your feet,” I silently laughed at Morgan’s reference. “I love you. Just come home.” 

I set my phone down, and for the first time since Y/N had been gone, I fell asleep. 

When I woke, I looked at my phone again and saw that I had unread messages in my inbox. 

The first one was from Y/N. 

Spencer, I appreciate you apologizing, but that changes nothing. You neglected me not only for your job, which has always been the norm, but for all these extra commitments that I had no say in. We live together and yet I feel like I don’t know you. Maybe we can talk, but I just need a couple days to think about what’s best for us. 

The next text was from the unsaved number from earlier. 

Hey, it’s Lila again. I’m not sure what I did, or why you were so cold on the phone with me, but I’m sorry. If you don’t want to grab a coffee that’s fine too. Have a good day. 

Coffee actually sounds great right now. I could for sure use it. 

Sure, Lila. How about today, in about 45 minutes? 

Sounds good. I’ll meet you at the cute little coffee shop 2 blocks east of the high school? 

Okay, see you then.

---Y/N’s POV---

 Wow. You were honestly quite happy that Spencer had Garcia hack you so that he could leave that voicemail. But you just weren’t ready to forgive him just that. You were more upset about the emails between him and Lila rather than the fact that you guys didn’t get to spend much time together, but when you were ready to talk to him about it, you would. Your best friend suggested that you both go grab a couple lattes and muffins and talk about how you were going to confront Spencer about your insecurities and come up with a solution to solve your issues. 

You walked into the coffee shop that your best friend loved, and as you did, you thought you were hallucinating. You saw Spencer sitting across from some gorgeous blonde woman. 

“Spencer?” you asked. 

“Y/N? Oh my God, I am so glad to see you! Let me buy you some coffee and we can talk.” 

“Are you kidding me?” 

“What?”

“Are you Lila Everett?” you asked the pretty blonde. 

“Yes, do I know you?” she asked, quite confused. 

“No, but I USED TO BE Spencer’s girlfriend,” you quipped before storming out the door. 

Spencer followed you outside and grabbed your wrist to stop you. 

“Do not touch me Spencer! I have been gone for less than 2 days and you’re already on a date with some woman!” 

“It’s not a date, Y/N!” 

“Wait, I thought that it was a date...” Lila said, apparently offended. 

“Why on Earth would you think it was a date?” Spencer asked, incredulously. 

You took the opportunity to rip your wrists away from him and get in the car with your best friend, who was still able to get the lattes. You weren’t sure when she had ordered, but you were grateful that she had. 

You sipped the hot coffee and savored the sensation of the hot liquid going down your throat. 

Spencer was still trying to reason with Lila that he only saw her as a friend, but that didn’t make you feel any better. JJ was supposedly ‘just his friend’ too, but you had always had a feeling that he wanted something more with her. 

Spencer went home and sulked. He knew there was no way that he was getting you back now, after seeing the hurt in Y/N’s eyes after catching him with Lila. 

But I didn't think you would let me Down that easy, oh no girl. And I didn't think it was over Until you walked away like it was nothing girl... It was a bad day,  I knew I was wrong, but you could've said goodbye baby. It was a bad day, now I'm like woah It was a bad day, it was a bad day.  

[fullyellowsun]

Park Village | 8

Sleepover:

I do not own the gif, credit to the owner.

Constructive criticisms are welcome! This is in Korean so for those of you who can read Korean and English, go ahead! I will post a full English version link to the Wattpad story in the masterlist! (Juyeon/주연 could be you.)

I miss EXO so much…

Pairing: ok, ok, i'll tell you, it's baekhyun x juyeon/you

Genre: kpop idol’s relative!AU

Word Count: 1830 words

Description: Juyeon is invited to a sleepover with EXO and it gets a little heated.

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I go to the store to pick up a sleeping bag and a few other things and I buy snacks because I don't want to come empty-handed. I pack a backpack with clothes and my toiletries. I just continue to watch videos while waiting for Chanyeol.

"Juyeon, you ready?"

"Oh, 오빠, you're here? Let's go!" I grab my stuff and run to the car. He just follows. "You don't need to pack?"

"No, I live there, remember." He laughs. We get there and enter in the dorm because Chanyeol had the key. We head upstairs where the boys were just talking and playing video games.

"Hi Juyeon! I heard yesterday was quite a party." Sehun says knowingly. I glare at Baekhyun and he just shrugs. Chanyeol just gives me a "I-told-you-so" look.

"Yes... it was." I say in a sassy tone. Sleeping bags were already laid out on the floor and snacks were everywhere. I throw over my bag of snacks to the people sitting on the couch.

"고마워!" They say as they open up the bag. I lay out my sleeping bag and just watch them play games.

"Awww... can we do something else other than watch you guys play games?" Kai whines.

"What should we do then?" Chanyeol asks.

"I don't know, you find a game."

"How about we play a game where we each write a punishment, we put it in a bowl and we each have to choose one and do it. Oh, and we'll include king and servant." He says. The boys playing games turn off the TV and bring out a paper, pencils, and a bowl.

"What''s king and servant?" I ask.

"The king gets to tell the servant what to do." I nod and start writing a punishment. I think. Hmm... it would be fun to see someone do a girl group. I write that down and put it in the bowl. The others do too. "주연아, you choose first." Chanyeol said. I take a paper and pass the bowl around. We were sitting in a circle. After everyone chose their papers, I open mine and laugh.

"Who wrote this?" The others looked at me confused.

"What is it?" I show the paper to everyone. 'Do a sexy dance on Juyeon' is what it said.

"Aww... I was hoping I would get that one." Kai said. I give him a weird look.

"You wrote it?" He nods. "Sooo... what am I supposed to do?" I laugh. "I can't really dance on myself."

"Then dance on one of us." Kai says obviously wanting me to dance on him.

"Uh, yeah, no thanks."

"Awww... you're no fun." Baekhyun says.

"You too?" He nods.

"Just like, dance on the chair or table or something." Chanyeol says. I get up to get on the table and Chanyeol just averts his eyes. "I can't watch..." I shrug and begin. There was no music so it was kind of awkward but I just did my best to make it as 'sexy' as possible. I do what most people would consider sexy. I flipped my hair and moved my butt. Chanyeol closed his eyes the whole time but  the others were in awe. After I finished, they clapped.

"Thanks but I don't think I'm that good." They give a thumbs up.

"You were the best. You should definitely do more dancing." Sehun says.

"Okay, let's move on." I laugh at Chanyeol who couldn't look at me. "Oh, it's me." He looks at his paper and looks around. "Who wrote this?! I am NOT doing this."

"But you made the game!"

"What is it?" I ask. I peak over to see what it says. I laugh again. "Hah! Yes, you totally have to do it. Come at me."

"What is it?" Suho asks.

"I know what it is... how come Chanyeol gets it?" Baekhyun says giggling.

"You wrote it? Wh- I- Ho- I'm speechless." Chanyeol says.

"I wanted it... 깹송(kkaepsong)." Baekhyun says sadly.

"Ahhhh... what is it!" Kai whines.

"주연에게 콜하게 고백하세요." I read off. The others look at Chanyeol jealously.

"Do I have to do this?!"

"Yasss... you have to do this! I want to see it!" I say. Chanyeol glares at me. He gets up and grabs me to get up. He grabs his guitar and starts singing.

"I think you're cute, you may think I'm not, my feelings for you couldn't stay mute, I like you. I wanna ask you out on a date, but will you say okay? Meet me at Starbucks next Thursday, I'll wait." He sings trying not to cringe. I clap.

"와... I would totally go out with you if you weren't my cousin." I say.

"I totally could've done better." Baekhyun rolls his eyes and mumbles. He opens his paper and immediately smiles and giggles like his usual self.

"What does it say?" I ask. Chanyeol looks over and rolls his eyes.

"Who keeps on writing these? This is my cousin!"

"What does it say?" I ask again.

"주연에게 섹시하게 고백하세요." Baekhyun reads out excitedly.

"Again? Who keeps on writing these?" I say. Baekhyun gets up and pulls me up with him. He pins me to the wall.

"Hi Juyeon, remember me? Baekhyun?" He says in a raspy voice.

"Uh... yes?" I say feeling helpless.

"Oh, you do? That's good. I hope you remember this too." He gets close to my ear and I could feel his breath. "Beach. You. Me. Next Thursday. 3PM. Got it?" I just nod. "Good." He moves his face from my ear to face me again. He then leans in about to kiss me.

"Cut!" Chanyeol says before he gets too close. I turn away blushing and the others look at Baekhyun jealously.

"So, how'd I do?" Baekhyun asks me.

"Uhh... I think you accomplished the dare but if that's how you ask out a girl... I don't think you'll the most positive responses from me specifically." The others laugh at him.

"Why?"

"Do you remember me?" I mock him. He looks down embarrassed. "I'm definitely going to remember that. Suho 오빠, just open your paper." He opens it and shows it to everyone.

"King? Oooo, you're lucky, you don't have to do a dare." I say jealously. "종인오빠, open yours!"

"Girl group dance... which one? Who wrote this?" I raise my hand.

"역시 the main dancer of the group gets the girl group dance dare." I clap. "Do 살짝 설렜어." I laugh. He gets up sighing and I turn on the music. I probably should've let him learn it first because he danced the feel of the dance but not the actual dance. I sigh getting up and start dancing. He watches me and dances more confidently, copying my moves. I continue to dance and didn't notice Kai stop and watch me. When I finished, I noticed everyone staring at me. "Uhh... how come I'm the one doing your dare?" I look at Kai staring at me. I wave my hand in front of his face. "Hello? You there? 종대 오빠... just open yours." He nods. He whines.

"Servant." He says sadly. 준면오빠 cheers. 경수 opens his paper and laughs.

"A pickup line contest for Juyeon."

"I'll give you a chance to think." I say without giving them a chance to protest.

"Do I have to!" Chanyeol asks.

"Yes! I need to see this!"

"Okay, I'm going first."

"좋아!" I say excitedly.

"I'm no mathematician but I've been told I'm good with numbers. Wanna give me yours to prove it?" He says embarrassed. I clap.

"Totally would NOT give you my number but nice try."

"It's fine... I don't care, I don't want to win this competition...  this is the only competition I don't want to win. It's disgusting."

"I wanna go next!" Sehun raises his hand and puts it down embarrassed after everyone stares at them.

"Sure." I say. "I can't wait to see what our maknae has to say."

"Okay... I'll go." He starts to walk towards me slowly and I move back until I hit the table. He puts his hand next to my body so I couldn't move. "Baby, I'll treat you like my homework. I'll slam you on the table and do you all night." He says staring at me intensely. I try not to laugh and look at hike seriously in the eye. He gets up embarrassed and gives me space. "Did it not work?" I laugh.

"Our maknae has grown up!" I say laughing. "Also, if that's the only thing you can say in confidence, might as well just do your real homework. You gotta be confident!" I grab his wrist and get in the same position as we were when he said the pickup line. "Okay, now what's your next move?" He stays there frozen, blushing.

"주연아, don't make me do this!"

"Come on! Just follow your instructions. Slam me down..." I maneuver myself to be flat on the table and I move him on top of me so he's pinning me to the table. "And do me all night. But not me... someone else." He blushes. I stay there waiting for him to get off but he stays there. "Are you not tired? Why don't you like get off so other people have a chance and I don't end up sleeping on the table."

"Oh, sorry." He gets up. I point at him and look at him with stern eyes.

"Confidence. Who's next?" Chen, D.O., Xiumin, Kai, and Suho all try to win me with common and simple pickup lines. Baekhyun walks up to me after they finished.

"My biology teacher told me that the lips are the most sensitive part of the. Wanna try it out?" He gets close again like the last time and I assumed he would stop him but he just kept getting closer until his lips touched mine. I stand there frozen, unsure of what to do. I push him away.

"What are you doing?! (뭐하는거야!)" I say. I look over. No one say it. Chanyeol 오빠 was in rhe bathroom and the others were talking and not paying attention. Arghh...

"I asked if you wanted to try it out!" He said still pinning me to the wall.

"I didn't respond! That was my first kiss! I'd rather have it with someone I actually like. "

"You don't like me?"

"Well yeah but not like that!" He steps back a little but hurt.

"Ouch... but that's okay... it's not like I like you like that either. It was for the dare. I'm trying to win here."

"Oh..." The rest of the boys do their dares but the only thing I could think about was his 'pickup line'. I couldn't go to sleep because of it. I also avoided him for the next few weeks too. Why am I doing this? It was just for the game... nothing else, right?

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