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captain-natey · 2 years ago

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Nothing's wrong with happy endings - Levi x Petra Actor AU

Words:4803 Rating: Mature (eventual smut) Summary: Actor AU, Levi and Petra play their respective roles in the Attack On Titan TV show. After the death of Petra's character, Levi's desperate to keep in touch.

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“CUT!”

Levi stopped himself by resting his feet on the fake green-screen tree and looked down at the director.

“You’re looking too emotional. Yes, you’re in pain, but you need to keep it inside,” the man added. “Let’s run it again.”

A dark-haired man sighed when they moved him by strings hanging from the ceiling back to the branch above. He couldn’t quite get it right because they wanted him to show mourning, but also not show it. The cut was pretty short because it was supposed to be in slow motion anyway, but they did it for the tenth time now.

Petra was watching him work from below, sipping on tea that her manager brought her. It was great to see him at work. They were both experienced actors, however, she used to act in romantic comedies more than some serious stuff until now. It was a refreshing role, so she was bummed that her character just died.

It was them who called and asked to take the role, from her performances it was clear that she can present romantic feelings in very subtle ways. She also started getting very popular lately, so it was a perfect opportunity to get more recognition.

Her neck still hurt from all the scenes where they shot her character’s dead body. Well, it was worth it.

---

Levi approached her while she was watching her double get smack into the tree over and over again.

“Still here?”

Petra looked at him and smiled. God, she was so beautiful, he held his breath for a second.

“It’s just so interesting to watch how they do all those special effects. I’ve never had a chance to see it up close, you know,” she said, and he couldn’t stop a smile.

“It’s a shame you’re not going to be here with us anymore.”

“Yeah. But they just let me know they’ll need me for one more flashback scene. I think they want to shoot it next month.”

“Really? What is it about?”

“I don't know yet. They will send me the script next week.”

“Then I hope it will be my flashback.”

She laughed and stroked his hair a little.

“Damn, I’ll miss you,” she sighed.

He felt like a coward for not asking her out when he had a chance. He wasn’t great at maintaining relationships that didn’t accompany him on a daily basis. There was still a chance, since from what she said, she should be on set within a few days.

“When are we shooting this flashback scene?” he asked one of the staff members.

“The one with your dead friends? I think they will shoot it today.”

“What? How?”

“You don’t have to be in it, they’ll just add you in post-production.”

Levi looked at him, completely confused.

“You know, you will just stand there, right?” the man asked him, unsure what to think about his reaction.

“Fuck,” the short man cursed and headed right to the exit of the building. He didn’t even have his phone on him because he was still in costume. There were only three buildings on their set, so if she was still here, he should be able to find her.

“Hey! Where are you going?!” he heard the director shout and turned his head without stopping.

“I’m going to take a shit. I’ll be right back!” he shouted back and ran out of the building.

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He couldn’t stop a smile when he found her. If he could, he would scream to get her attention, but they were filming, so he had to stay back and wait. This time he won’t fuck this up.

Petra noticed him on her way to her manager. He always caught her attention, no matter how many people were around.

“Levi!” she called him happily and sent her manager an apologetic gesture before heading right to him. She surprised him by putting her hands on his arms. “Good to see you! Have you seen what they did to our episodes? I can’t believe it.”

“What? What did they do?”

She looked at him puzzled, but smiled. Of course, he was the kind of person that wouldn’t even watch his own show.

“They cut most of our scenes together. What a shame,” she sighed, taking her hands off him.

He thought about all the tender and heated scenes they shot and raised his eyebrows. It looked like they did that for nothing. Maybe there wasn’t a place for romance in a show like that, after all. Not like he regretted having this experience.

“Too bad. I think you did a sick job in those.”

She laughed. “Yeah...it’s what I’m the best at.”

“The fighting scenes were good too.”

“That’s good to hear,” she said pleased and looked longingly at the set. She really wished she didn’t have to leave it so soon.

“Do you want to go somewhere on the weekend?”

Petra looked back at him.

“This weekend?”

“It can be this one.”

“Oh...I’m busy. But how about the next one?”

“It’s fine, I will manage.”

“Nice! How about the others?”

He raised his brows a little before replying.

“There will be no others.”

“Oh. Oh- sure,” she said, flustered once she realized his intention.

They were interrupted by a man with a megaphone that entered the hall.

“ZEKE ASKS LEVI TO KINDLY COME BACK ON THE SET. RIGHT NOW.”

Levi frowned and looked back at the woman in front of him.

“I hate this man.”

She giggled, hiding her mouth behind her hand.

“He’s the boss, you have to listen to him,” she pointed. “I’ll call you tonight, ok?”

“Good for me. See you then.”

On his way back, he was thinking about how great he was at pretending to be so chill about this.

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One thing that he didn’t expect to happen during that week was the way his popularity skyrocketed once the show gained more and more attention. Suddenly, from someone who used to be a double, his face was all over the internet. He really couldn’t grasp it.

His whole life he lived as a normal person, just very physically skilled, and now, somehow, people were claiming he was the most handsome actor they’d ever seen.

It didn’t really sit right with him, but he couldn’t help it.

He came all this way to Paradis for Petra, since the movie she starred a main role in was still being filmed. He got to her vacation house in a rented car and signed when the hot air of the place hit him once he got out of it.

The residence had its own part of the beach, which in his eyes, was insane. He didn’t realize how rich she was until they already stopped working together.

He noticed the ginger looking out through the front door of the building and raised a hand in greeting. He locked the car and made his way to her.

Petra wore a yellow summer dress that ended just above her knees, giving her a pretty youthful look. He realized he usually saw her only in costume. On the other hand, he wore just plain black clothes as always.

She couldn’t stand the anticipation and got out to greet him halfway through the pathway. She threw her arms around his neck and gave him a tight hug.

“It’s so good to see you! I missed you so much.”

Levi was frozen in place, but got back to his senses and put a hand on her waist, hugging her back, way less intensively.

“It’s good to see you too,” he replied and looked her in the eyes when she let go of him.

“Come inside!” she welcomed him and started walking by his side. “Congratulations on the show, looks like the ratings skyrocketed thanks to you.”

“Not me, my character,” he muttered, without excitement.

“No one else could replace you in it,” she stated and beamed happily.

Levi sighed lightly in relief once they got inside and could feel the AC was working.

“You should change. Don’t you know wearing black in the sweltering heat makes it even worse?”

“I’m fine when we’re here,” he replied, taking off his shoes before following her inside.

The living room was bright, with a beautiful view at the clean beach and calm blue sea. There was a small kitchen right beside it, divided by one wall only.

“Still, if you think you will get spared from going to the beach with me, you are very mistaken,” the woman laughed and approached him with a glass of water. “Here. It’s important to drink a lot during these temperatures.”

Levi hummed and took the glass.

“How about something stronger?”

“Come on, you just arrived,” she grinned and nudged his side with her elbow, provoking a small smile on his face. He wasn’t an expressive person, but Petra was able to get it out of him more than anyone else.

“So, how is the new set?” he asked on their way to the sofa.

“It’s fine. Well, it’s actually a bit boring to go back to this normal modern setting.”

“Hmm? Maybe you’ll get more fantasy offers after AoT.”

“My character was too insignificant, I’m afraid.”

She leaned back on the sofa and stretched her arms.

“My life is boring right now, let’s talk about you!” she smiled again and turned to face the surprised man. “How are you dealing with getting famous? I know it can be overwhelming.”

“I don’t really feel it,” Levi replied with a frown. “People don’t stop me in the streets. I don’t do interviews.”

“Maybe you should.”

“I’m not good with people,” he grunted and sipped on his water.

“Want me to join you?” she asked, amused.

“That’s an option?”

“If they want you, you’re setting the rules. We can tease people about the scenes that were cut out.”

Levi looked at her, considering his options, and nodded. Any chance to spend time together was worth it.

They chatted for a while and when Petra noticed the hottest hours of the day had already passed, she hurried him along to go change, while she brought snacks and drinks for them.

Once he changed into his swimming shorts in the bathroom, he folded his clothes neatly and put them on an empty shelf. He put his shades on and looked in the mirror. He always felt indifferent about his body. At least, he wished Petra would like it. All his muscles were a result of a serious work-out he kept up to be able to do his job. He didn’t keep any special diet to look like a model, he still had a healthy amount of fat.

He wondered how the other men she was seeing looked. He frowned at the thought and mentally scolded himself for jealousy. His mind cleared instantly when he saw her sitting at one of two sunbeds. There was a small table in between and two cocktails were on it waiting for them.

A big sun hat covered half of Petra’s beautiful profile from his perspective.

“Remember the sunscreen?” he caught her attention while he approached her.

Petra turned her head and choked on the drink she was sipping. She coughed, covering her mouth and nodded vigorously.

“You?”

“Of course,” he replied and for a second. He got an impression she appeared disappointed by the fact. He sat on the free sunbed in front of her and grabbed the other glass.

“Are you a good swimmer?” she asked, while caressing the rim of her glass with a finger. She clearly was doing her best to not let her eyes slide down his body.

“I used to swim professionally, but that was in high school.”

“Is there even a sport that you have never tried?”

“Chess?”

Petra laughed and it made him smile. He melted at the sound she was making.

“Now I know that I have a chance against you,” she replied, touching his arm before she stood up. She rounded her sunbed, slipping the straps holding her dress down her shoulders. The material fell to the sand, uncovering her elegant black and white one-piece swimsuit.

For a moment, Levi forgot how to breathe, the sensation going straight to his groin, but he managed to keep his act in check.

“You look beautiful,” he said before he could stop himself. It wasn’t like him, at all.

“Thank you,” Petra replied with a charming smile.

She continued walking to stop behind his back. Her small hands rested on his shoulders.

“You’re on vacation,” she said and leaned down to his ear. “I want you to relax.”

Her voice sent a wave of thrill down his body that was followed by the pleasure of her fingers squeezing his muscles.

“Oh god, you really are tense,” Petra noticed with honest surprise and straightened up to apply more pressure. “It’s like you’re made of concrete.”

“You could hit me and it still would be like a massage.”

“I don’t want to break my hand, Cap.”

He turned his head to look at her and the sunglasses slid lower on his nose. She responded with a grin.

“Lie down,” she instructed him.

He was hesitant for a moment, but moved and laid down on his stomach, putting his arms under his head. Before he could realize what she was doing, she sat on his butt cheeks, facing his back and started massaging him with her knuckles. A gasp escaped his mouth when she hit an especially tense spot and a giggle from her followed.

“Does it feel good?” she asked and used all her weight to push on that place again, earning a low groan from the man.

He slowly relaxed into her touch and after a while, caught himself dozing off. With the sound of the waves brushing the shore and the pleasing warmness of the sun, it was hard not to.

He took a deeper breath to wake himself and raised his head, propping himself on his arms.

“How about we switch?” he proposed, taking off his sunglasses.

“Hah, you want to massage me?”

“Yes, I do,” he confirmed, turning onto his back, which made her raise up. She carefully sat on his lap, a sudden blush covering her face.

“Someone has been too comfortable… your hair is a mess,” she noticed and reached out her hand to fix it for him.

Levi sat up and looked her in the eyes.

“Or we can go check the water?” he suggested, raising a brow.

“Yes!” she agreed with excitement and left a featherlike kiss on his nose. “You can massage me in the evening. I'll probably need that,” she said and stood up, leaving him with a head full of questions and hopes.

“Come on!” Petra encouraged him, reaching her hand out and when he grabbed it, she pulled him towards the shore. Once they got to it and the water hit her bare feet, she jumped away.

“God, it's cold!”

Levi stepped into the water, still holding her hand. For him, it was just right, refreshing. He was more concerned with the cleanliness of it, but it seemed to be good.

“Is it warmer usually?”

“Well… not really…“ she admitted with a big smile, letting him lead her by hand back into the water. “That won't do,“ she added after a moment and let go of him to run into the water, screaming.

He watched her with amusement and laughed in disbelief before following her and diving right in to keep up.

“Are you a good swimmer?” he threw her previous question back at her.

“Good enough, I think,” she said, stopping beside him. “Good thing a hero is there to rescue me in the worst case.”

Levi huffed, sending her a warning look.

“Don't even try pretending. I did not sign up for a heart attack.”

“Aww, you'd be worried?“ she teased and got snatched by the waist right after.

“Don't even joke like that,” he murmured, looking her in the eyes.

“Okay, okay,” she said and put her arms on his shoulders loosely while also embracing his waist with her legs.

He moved them closer to the shore for steady ground under his feet. Petra bit on her lower lip before speaking up again.

“Did you miss me too? On the set.”

He raised his eyebrows, almost not believing he never confirmed it.

“Of course. You know, since the squad died I hang out mostly with kids there. That's a tiring job.“

She looked discontent with the answer and pouted.

“I miss hanging out with you the most,” she said.

The words got stuck in his mouth. This was a kind of openness he wasn't good at. He could see the hope in her eyes and felt her hand caressing his neck.

“I… missed you too. It's not the same without you there,” he said in a low voice. His eyes wandered to her lips and he put his hands on her waist, holding her close while balancing in the waves.

He grabbed the rim of her hat and tilted it back before leaning to kiss her. Petra pulled him closer, reciprocating the kiss with passion that made him almost falter.

When the kiss broke, he saw her wide smile, and her beautiful laugh reached his ears. She hugged him tightly and kissed him again, provoking a smile on his face as well.

“I missed this even more,“ she giggled, leaning her forehead on his before letting go and jumping back in the water.

He already missed the feel of her body.

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“Run, Levi, run!”

He watched Petra running back to the house, covering her head with a towel, while the rain poured from the sky. It was sudden, although the clouds appeared, neither of them expected the rain to be that heavy right away.

They were already dry by that time, enjoying laying together on one of the sunbeds.

Levi caught up to her at the entrance in the terrace and closed the glass door behind them.

Petra disappeared from his sight and came back with two fresh towels, handing one to him.

He took off his sunglasses and started drying his hair. The sound coming from outside made the atmosphere quite cozy.

“Wow, even the waves got crazy,” Petra noticed, drying her arms while looking out the window.

He eyed her body and approached her from behind. Brushing her hair to the front, he caressed her shoulders with his towel.

“You better not get sick,” was all he mustered when she turned her head to him. There was a glimpse of something new in the way she looked at him. She smiled and took both towels to put them away.

“I'll go change, be right back,” she said and left him again.

After a moment, he decided he'd also put something on. Of course, he was prepared and brought fresh boxers. The sole thought of putting on the ones he already took off grossed him out.

When he came back to the living room, Petra was sitting under a blanket thrown over her shoulders, while looking for a movie for them to watch. She wore a simple pair of shorts and a white tee with a red Levi's logo in the middle.

He eyed her while approaching and she smirked in response. She put the tv remote down and invited him under the blanket.

When he sat down, she threw a part of it over his shoulder.

“Hope you like superhero movies,” she said and snuggled into his arm. The way she had no hesitation about touching him was still surprising, as much as how he didn't mind it at all.

“Anything’s good, as long as you don’t put on my show,” he murmured, relaxing into the back of the couch.

While their attention was directed at the movie, Petra slowly leaned more and more towards him. First laying her head on his shoulder, then putting her legs over his knee.

It became harder and harder to watch the film as the impact of her body on him made it impossible to ignore.

He surrendered to his instincts and turned his head to her. His hand landed on the back of her neck when he pulled her up to his lips. The woman reciprocated the kiss after a little delay of surprise. Her hands gripped on his shirt while she pulled him closer to her.

Levi let out a hot breath when their lips parted. The look in her eyes was intoxicating. He embraced her waist and kissed her again, pushing her progressively downward to fall on her back with each kiss.

A deep blush appeared on her cheeks when she landed on the couch, and a needy whine got caught in another kiss.

“You sure you want it?” he asked, his lips close to the side of her neck.

Petra moved her thigh over his hip.

“Please, Levi, take me,” she breathed out quietly, her hands finding their way under the back of his shirt.

The man almost shivered hearing her plead and bit intensively on her sensitive skin, making her breath shudder.

His own hand wandered to her side and sneaked under her shirt, caressing her skin until he got to her right breast. Not big, but big enough to fit perfectly in his palm.

Her breaths got deeper and she held the back of his head.

“Ah… Levi…” she sighed, arching her back towards him. He turned to the other side of her neck, leaving open mouth kisses, broken with little nibs on her skin from time to time. She threw both legs over his hips and grinded on him, making him groan with need.

“Shit,” he cursed, overwhelmed, and moved to take off her shirt.

“C-can you keep the blanket over us?”

He stopped to look her in the eyes because of her unsure tone.

“We can stop, Pet, just say the word,” he assured her, setting her shirt over the back of the couch. Although her breasts were naked, he didn't turn his eyes away from hers.

“No,“ she said, confident. “You'll probably think it's ridiculous, but I'm just… a bit shy of showing my body,” she admitted, looking away.

“Are you a virgin?“ he asked, as it was the first thing that came to his mind.

“No, it's just how I am,“ she explained, visibly embarrassed.

He leaned to kiss her, embracing her fully.

“I don't mind at all,” he said and kissed her jaw before adjusting the blanket over them.

“You can look though,” she said, realizing he wasn't even daring to glance down and she didn't have to tell him twice. He ducked straight in to treat her nipple with his mouth. She moaned deeply and caressed his back before pulling the material of his shirt to take it off too.

“God, you look like a statue,” she breathed out, melting under his touch. ”So strong. So perfect.“

Levi felt a blush crawling up his neck. He got a lot of compliments online lately, but coming from her, made him actually believe it. He was already hard.

He rolled her other nipple between his fingers, and his other hand started to wander down. His lower body dropped, pinning her to the couch, earning a whine when she felt his hard-on against her stomach. He grabbed her butt and squeezed it tightly.

“Yes, mmm… don't stop,” she asked, keeping his head close to her boob until a shake of her body made him realize she already reached her bliss. His ego suddenly grew twice and he moved up to look at her. She was hiding her face with one hand.

He squinted his eyes and pulled the blanket off himself to put it over her shoulders before taking her in his arms to stand up. She yelped, surprised by how easily he did that and grabbed his arm to steady herself.

“Show me the bedroom,” he ordered, thrilling her mind in the best way possible.

“End of the corridor, to the right,” she said almost breathlessly, still coming down from her high. She dug her nails into his bicep and started kissing his neck while he carried her in a hurry.

Her room was at the corner of the residence, with a beautiful view of the sea and a large bed that took most of its space. The raindrops hit the big windows hard, surrounding them with a comforting sound.

Her back bounced on the mattress when he dropped her on the bed. She marveled at the sight of his naked torso and reached her hand to grab him by the waist of his jeans.

“Please, I'm ready,” she said, embarrassed but lustful at the same time.

More than eager to please her, he busied his mouth with her chest and his hand moved down to slide off her shorts.

As he expected, there was nothing under them.

“I dreamed of this for months,” he groaned, carried away by his lust. It seemed to work wonders on her, as she slid her hand down his chest to unbutton his jeans. He helped her get rid of them, along with his boxers at the same time.

Petra let out a shaky breath at the sight of his shaft that sprung right up, freed from them.

He made sure the blanket kept them warm and cozy before he even leaned close to her. His fingers found her entrance and he played with her folds, looking at her lustful expression. She was already soaking wet after her first orgasm.

“Spread your legs for me, baby,” he said, his eyes darkening and she covered the side of her face with one arm while obeying his request.

“Make me need that massage after, “ she said so quietly, he could barely hear her, but it was enough for him to not hold back anymore.

He teased her for a bit before sinking his length into her, painfully slowly, enjoying every second of it. He squeezed her thigh in his hand when he got all in and huffed.

He started slowly, just because of how overwhelming the pleasure she gave him was, but each thrust was becoming less and less gentle.

Petra pulled him down and hid her face in his shoulders, letting out small moans and huffs as the strength of his pace accelerated. Her hands ended up on his back, holding him tight while the mattress bounced under them.

A short moan left Levi’s lips when Petra’s nails dug into his skin. His mind was occupied by her and her only, No intimacy ever felt as right as the one happening between them. He stopped kissing her neck to catch a breath. His hands moved from her hips to her knees and he pinned them to the mattress at her sides. Petra arched her back, and he noticed the way she bit on her lips. Not breaking their intense pace, he caught her lips in a kiss and parted them forcefully with his tongue. The sweet sounds that she let out resonated around them, making him thrust into her harder.

“Ahh…Levi…Oh god…I’m-” she pleaded weakly until another orgasm shook her body. He kissed her cheek, jaw and neck while her insides pulsed around him, making him forget about the whole world.

He put her legs over his shoulders to grab on her hips again and pounded into her, letting all the suppressed tension from the last months out. The blanket slipped down from his body, but neither of them even noticed.

“Shit, Petra-” he groaned after a while and bit on the skin of her neck with a moan he wasn’t able to suppress. The pleasure that overflowed him was like nothing before. He stopped in place, barely able to think.

Petra was breathing heavily, holding him close. While his senses slowly started coming back to him, he realized how much scratching his back endured. The slight pain was delightful.

Still inside her, he helped her put her legs down and turned to his back, keeping her close to his chest. His hand reached for the blanket, which he threw over her body, just for the sake of her wish.

Petra propped her hand on his chest and moved her head up. His face broke into a small smile when their eyes met. She looked like a mess, but the hottest mess he could imagine.

“Levi, you…”

“I’ve never been this fucking horny in my life,” he admitted and breathed in through his teeth. “But if you need a break…”

His sentence was cut short by the way her hips rolled over his. He grabbed her thigh and let out a shaky breath.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he praised her while she tensed her muscles around his dick.

#actor au #rivetra #citrinate writes #levi x petra #fanfiction #levi ackerman #petra ral #smut #rivapet #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #aot #snk

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dearlyfictitious2 · 3 years ago

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Apparently Sun Kisses are Non Refundable

Hey!! Here’s another drabble that took over my mind and refused to let go until I wrote it out. It doesn’t really fit into the main story yet so I decided to post it here. It’ll be re edited and posted there later on after the Camp Half-Blood Renovations and Other Shenanigans arc!

Percy exited the Big House and groaned in agitation, he and Chiron had been discussing naval strategies and possible warship designs all morning and into the late afternoon. They weren’t planning to go to war anytime soon, but with recent events far too close to one another to be a happy coincidence, they thought it best to be prepared for the worst.

If anything, they could be used as transportation or a leisurely trip around the world.

Triton was actually supposed to be at their meeting, but he was caught up with a massive back up of missing packages in Armoniá, so he sent Percy up instead and asked that he go over everything on his list with great detail.

Percy sighed in relief, as much as he loved talking about the sea, Triton somehow managed to make even that a chore. He’d written around a hundred questions and he had to pencil in every single answer. His hand was buzzing by the end of it and he had to shake it repeatedly to get the feeling back in it.

Along with Triton, Apollo and Hermes were scheduled to be at camp today to visit some of their kids.

Lately the gods had been observing Percy’s stay with Poseidon and saw the healthy benefits of maintaining a good in-person relationship with their children. However, due to Percy’s special exceptions, they weren’t quite allowed to take their children home with them, but Zeus had begun to allow more frequent visits, and he deemed meetups at camp to be a good neutral place to start.

As expected, both the gods and their children of all ages were happy with the arrangement and got two gods visiting every three weeks for an entire day.

It was slow, but the gods had their duties to attend to, so both parties were grateful with what they could have.

Percy stopped by Will Solace who was standing a good distance away from the archery range, he had a soft smile on his face as he watched his Father teach his youngest sibling how to notch an arrow on a bow.

“Hey Will, how's it going?”

Will blinked and flashed Percy a smile as bright as his Father’s, “It’s been great man! Greta’s learning so much from Dad.” fondness laced his tone at the mention of his eight year old sister, “She’s been doing so good.”

His sister was one of the youngest demigods here at Camp Half-Blood, her mortal mother had died in a terrible car accident that left Greta alone without anyone to care for her.

Apollo had sent Grover and Will to pick her up right away before the mortal legal system could and ever since then, Will, with his softer disposition, has been acting as her main caretaker.

“That’s really good to hear.” he said earnestly.

“Hm.” he hummed happily.

As they continued to watch, Percy felt a tug on his shirt and when he turned around, he was face to face with Hermes’ sons Connor and Travis, “Wassup guys?”

“Nothing much.” said Connor.

“Just wanted to thank you.”

“For what?” replied a baffled Percy.

Both brothers leaned on each of his shoulders and relaxed their stance, “It’s just really nice seeing our Dad like this.” Conner said in his easy going drawl, while eyeing his Father Hermes playing tag with his younger siblings in the distance, “You really came through for us on this one.”

“Whoa hang on, I didn’t do anything.” Percy denied.

“You just don’t see it man, but as cheesy as it sounds, we can all feel it.”

Percy didn’t know what to say to such a response, all he’d been doing was staying with his divine family in the ocean. How could he have possibly made a difference by just doing that?

“Hey, don’t think too hard about it.” Travis nudged him from his side, “Just go with it okay?”

“I don’t know.”

“Percy, just shut up and accept it.” Will chipped in.

“Yeah okay, fine.” Percy relented, “I’m just glad that whatever I did makes you guys happier.”

“Luke would’ve loved this.”

Percy almost didn’t hear Connor say it, but he couldn’t have imagined it, “Do you think so?”

He could feel both of their arms tighten reassuringly around him, he turned and saw Connor flash him a warm smile, “Definitely.”

Percy still wasn’t really sure how his actions made these godly visits possible or what he did to deserve such good brothers-in-arms, but he would never take it for granted.

All fuzzy fluttering in his stomach aside, he couldn’t help but stare longingly at both of the Stoll brother’s arms and Will’s face.

“Hahhh, you guys are so lucky.”

“What do you mean?”

“You have such awesome tans.” he cast a gloomy gaze at his own lackluster arms, “I still have my natural olive tone, but because I spent so much time in Atlantis, I’ve lost my glow.”

Will eyed him critically while stroking his chin, “Hmm, yeah I see what you mean Perce. You have a natural light olive complexion, but you don’t have your bronzy sun kissed glow anymore.”

Percy groaned in annoyance, “I won’t be able to brag about my tan to Triton if I don’t get my glow back.”

Because of Triton’s asocial tendencies, he rarely left the sea and had a pale/fair olive tone skin as a result.

“Meh, cheer up!” chirped Travis, “You can always get it back the good ol’ fashioned way.”

“And that would be?”

“Hard labor under the sun!” both brothers said at the same time.

“Gee, I guess that’s one way to get sun kissed.”

“A Sun Kiss? What about it?”

All three boys turned and saw the Sun God Apollo walking towards them with the rest of his children following closely behind him.

“Hey Dad.” greeted Will, “Percy was just whining-

“I wasn’t whining.” the Sea Prince pouted.

-that he lost his bronze glow because of how long he spent in the deep sea with his folks.”

Apollo tilted his head, “Let’s see.” he pulled Percy away from the Stolls and squinted at his arms, “Ugh, you’re right, you do look pasty.”

“Thanks a lot.” he grumbled.

Apollo’s expression brightened up, “Hey it’s no problem. I can fix your pasty problem easy peasey!”

“Really, how?” Percy asked hopefully.

A devious look set itself on the Sun God’s face and his grip tightened ever so slightly.

“Like this!”

Without any regard to anyone who was there to witness, Apollo hauled Poseidon’s Prince towards him, caged him in his arms, and planted a firm three second kiss so close to his lips that it barely qualified as a cheek kiss.

!!!

The Stolls, Will, and everyone else around them all gaped at the scene in shock! Percy wasn’t faring any better, his eyes were as wide as saucers and his jaw felt like it was two inches from hitting the ground.

But then he started to glow.

His skin was brightening up and it almost looked like he was going to reveal his true godly form and by instinct, the surrounding demigods shielded their eyes and looked away. When the lights died down, Percy stood there, still in the Sun God’s arms, sporting a gorgeous sun kissed golden bronze overtone on his skin.

"Taadaa!" Apollo cheered.

After realizing that they weren’t seconds away from being accidentally vaporized, the first to recover was none other than Will.

“DAAAAAD!” he screeched in mortification, his surrounding siblings voiced similar sounds of distress. He had both hands on his face and was peeking through his fingers, “Don’t go around kissing my friends!”

His words seemed to ignite the flames and everyone around them, including the spectators that the God’s presence drew in, was still either in shock, squealing, or wolf whistling.

Amidst the noise, Percy finally slipped out of Apollo’s hold, “Well, I guess that’s one way to do it.” he really couldn’t complain, his former golden glow had returned and looked even more radiant than it previously ever did.

The Sun God beamed at him and waggled his eyebrow, “I do believe your gratitude is in order?”

“Uhh, um thanks?”

“You’re welcome!”

While the excitement ensued around them, one being stood behind them and gaped half in disbelief and half in horror, “Ouranos, Gaia, and Chaos Almighty...please tell me you didn’t do what I think I just saw you do.”

Apollo turned around and proudly showcased the Sea Prince to his godly brother, “Do you like it? He looks great doesn’t he?”

Hermes walked deliberately slowly towards him and gestured to Percy, “Apollo...for a Sun God, how can you be so dim!” he spat.

The playful smirk fell off Apollo’s face, “Hey, watch it.”

Everyone present fell silent to the rising tension.

“Do you not realize what you’ve done?” Hermes continued, “You’ve given him a Sun Kiss!”

“Well I sure as hades wasn’t trying to give him a Sun Stroke.”

“That’s not the point!”

Apollo rolled his eyes, “Alrighty then, what's your point Captain Obvious?”

“That is your Sun Kiss, what do you think is going to happen the moment Poseidon or Triton sees the blessing on his cheek?”

Because it was on his cheek, Percy couldn’t see that there was a large faint shimmery outline of a sun at the corner of his lips where Apollo had kissed him.

At least to the demigods it looked that way, but to the fully divine; the Sun God might as well have put a beacon of light on his face that blatantly declared: APOLLO WAS HERE!

Apollo paled, and looked as though he’d suddenly gone and lost his own signature golden glow, “Oh sh-

“Dad!” Will yelped, holding his hands over his youngest sibling’s ears, “Not in front of Greta!

“-sssssuugar honey iced tea!” he quickly amended.

“Uh yeah, sugar honey iced tea, you moron!” berated the God of Thieves, “They’re gonna skin you alive and use your pelt to decorate the foot of his throne!”

Apollo whirled his attention to the Sea Prince and stared at him as though he would spontaneously turn into Poseidon if he so much as dared to breathe.

“Apollo,” Percy put his hands up and started to back away slowly, “Hey, let’s calm down and think about this.”

He did not calm down.

He pounced him to the ground, straddled him, and began to rub his forearm across his cheek, “Haha! Not to worry!” he tried to convince himself, “All I gotta do is rub it off!”

“Ow ow ow- STOP IT BURNS- ow ow!”

“How do you know that’s even going to work?” Hermes asked in exasperation.

“I don’t!”

“Then what are you gonna do?!”

“I don’t know!” Apollo wailed, he switched tactics and tried to remove his blessing with spit now coating his thumb “My Sun Kisses never warranted me a death sentence before so I’ve never actually had to remove one!”

“NO DON’T- Ewww gross! I said STOP!”

“Well you gotta do something!” Hermes not so helpfully pointed out.

“Like what?!”

“I don’t know either!”

“GET OFF OF ME!” Percy bellowed and thrust his pelvis upward into the Sun God’s groin so hard that he was launched into the air and landed in a painful pathetic heap a couple of yards away from him.

The Sea Prince rolled over and sat on his haunches, he was teary eyed and his cheek was rubbed raw and a bright angry pink, but the mark was still clear as day, “I told you to stop!”

Apollo recovered quickly and faced the enraged Sea Prince, “I need to get that off you, my life is on the line!”

“You were about to sandpaper my cheek off!”

“I’ll fix it later!” he promised, and held his damp, spit covered thumb menacingly, “Now come back here!”

“Get away from me!”

The campers couldn’t believe the scene they were made to witness. It was absolutely unreal. Apollo’s children were forced to watch as Percy Jackson ran away from their Father, the Mighty Sun God Apollo’s spit covered thumb as if he was trying to avoid catching the cooties.

“Come back! I need to clean you!” he demanded while waving his thumb like a weapon of mass destruction.

To which Percy did his best to avoid.

“No!”

The chase went on for a full three minutes until Percy was able to run an arc around Apollo and make a mad dash to the fountain. He needed to hydro drift the heck outta there!

He was almost home free and was about to launch himself in but someone else had just hydro drifted out of it.

It was his brother Triton!

Percy’s momentum caused him to slam right into his brother’s unsuspecting arms and toppled both of them onto the surface of the water.

Triton sat up sputtering and stared down at his brother in bafflement, he had a vice grip around his upper arms and his face was buried in the crook of his neck.

“Perseus? What in our Father’s name has gotten into you?”

Now Percy’s been through a lot of ordeals, ones that have tested his strength, his resolve, his will to live; you name it. However, he could say with full confidence that he’d never dealt with something of this nature.

His cheek felt like it was on fire, some of Apollo’s spibble was still dripping down his chin, and he felt absolutely humiliated. He could take on many things, but a blow to his pride like this?

It crossed the godsdamned line!

He knew what he was about to do was playing dirty and he’d be manipulating his brother, but he craved vengeance.

Apollo could only stare in silent horror as he saw and recognized what could only mean his impending doom.

Percy scrunched up his face, and started to weep softly.

Triton flinched in alarm when he heard Perseus start to weep into his neck, “Perseus?” Why was his brother crying? What could possibly bring his strong and proud brother to this state? He could even feel him trembling! He wrapped his arms around his back and cradled him closer, “Brother what’s wrong?”

“Triton,” he whimpered, “It was awful *sniff!* he- *sob*”

“Who was it?” the Sea God demanded.

“I-I tried to *hic* get away b-but *sniff!* I was trapped and he*sniff sob!*” Percy paused for a dramatic effect, “TRITON HE-

“Perseus what happened?!” Triton shouted in a rare public display of lost composure, he pulled his brother back, grabbed his face, and tilted it up to get a look at it and he froze.

His brother’s eyebrows were upturned in woe, his beautiful soulful eyes were filled to the brim with crystalline tears that clumped his thick lashes together and threatened to fall down his face in streams, and the right side of his cheek was a blistering, angry, raw colored pink...

With a Sun Kiss branded on the corner of his mouth.

Everything around Triton started to get fuzzy and he could hear his ichor pounding in his ears. He couldn’t think, couldn’t even fathom something so ugly marring his brother’s lovely face.

Perseus sniffled and leaned into the cool touch of Triton’s palm, “I t-tried to take it off, b-but he chased me *sniff!* and h-hurt my back.” Upon closer observation, Triton saw that his brother’s back was indeed all scratched up as well, “T-Triton.” he whispered and closed his eyes, he needed to make sure his best weapon was well primed. He took in a final shuddering breath and dished out his own personal brand of payback, unleashing all of Tartarus on his perpetrator.

Triton stared blankly at his baby brother as he opened his eyes again and finally let his tears fall, “Triton, he forced himself on me...Apollo kissed me!”

Percy had revealed his Crying Baby Seal Eyes™ of mass destruction.

Something snapped within the Sea God as he slowly brought his gaze up to meet the Sun God’s. He carded his fingers through his brother’s hair to soothe him and summoned his Trident in his free palm; crackling and fizzing, his divine aura was nearly bursting at the seams, his pupils constricted into slits,

“YOU FILTHY MONGREL.”

At that point, Hermes had gathered all the kids and quickly whisked them and himself to safety, while Apollo stood there like a deer caught in headlights at the sight of Crown Prince Triton’s rage. From the corner of his eye, he saw a tiny smile play on Percy’s shapely lips as he gazed at him in utter satisfaction.

Perseus Achilles had indeed inherited his Father Poseidon’s infamous mood swings.

It was right then and there, that Apollo knew, he FUCKED up.

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mcwriting · 3 years ago

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just say I Do

I have been super active lately which is vv weird for me but this has been in my drafts all summer and I thought now was a good time to post it since wedding season is coming to a close :)

Ship: Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 2945

Warnings: alcohol mention; slight angst with happy ending

She was a walking red flag from the moment she refused to laugh at your jokes.

Sure that sounds like a stupid reason, but more little "quirks," as Tom liked to call them, made themselves present the more he talked about Alaina.

He had been one of your best friends for years, but now he refused to listen.

"She doesn't trust us to hang out anymore?" you had asked incredulously.

"No, no. She's just insecure with the idea of us being alone together. That's all," he tried to reassure you. "I want to prove that I'm trustworthy."

Insecure

Code for "I don't trust you at all but I'm gonna keep using you for my benefit."

She had no reason not to trust him. You'd been in the friendzone for years and neither of you would ever cross a boundary. He was the most trustworthy person you knew.

After a couple weeks of his blatant ignorance of each red flag, you decided saving him from this relationship could never happen. You'd just have to let him drown in it.

So, you kept your mouth shut and ears open every time you hung out as he dumped all of her problems onto you. She'd turned him into her personal therapist and now you'd become his.

Regardless of how much you'd tried to extend an olive branch to her, she denied it every time, continually trying to push you away from her and, subsequently, Tom.

After months of this, yours and Tom's friendship eventually phased itself out.

Years of memories left in the dust .

You were almost happy, though. No more emotional trauma dumps every time you hung out with Tom. No more unnecessary hostility from Alaina. No more hiding your long-standing feelings.

You'd actually tried to tell him how you felt months earlier, but that got squashed when the "big news" he needed to tell you was that he had met someone. That "someone" being Alaina, of course.

You'd finally decompressed from all of the Tom drama when life decided to ramp up again as Harrison popped the all-important question to your female best friend, Rebecca.

The day after his proposal, she'd asked you to be maid of honor and you were quickly thrown into helping plan a wedding.

So you did your job: dress shopping, party planning, and shower throwing.

One unfortunate happenstance was that Tom was Harrison's best man, meaning that you had to see him again, especially within the month before the ceremony.

However, as the month moved forward, you and Tom had reconnected, your friendship much more lighthearted than how you'd left it previously. While Tom still talked about Alaina on occasion, he was no longer dumping everything onto you.

She still showed up to certain things, like a wedding shower and some parties, but you were mostly able to avoid her hostility and focus on Rebecca and Harrison.

Finally, after months and months of planning, the rehearsal dinner came, and you were almost hoping they'd just sign the papers that night and call it a wedding.

You were in the bridal suite touching up your lipstick as Rebecca and Harrison talked with the minister when Alaina appeared behind you, arms crossed.

"What's your angle, y/l/n?"

You furrowed your brows but didn't turn around, continuing to carefully apply the liquid lip as you just looked at her reflection.

"I don't know what you're talking about, sister. I'm just here to watch my best friend get married tomorrow."

"Don't play dumb. I know you're trying to get between me and Tom," she huffed.

"I can guarantee that's not what's going on here. We're friends again. That's all."

"You've been trying to squeeze your way into our relationship ever since it started. Forcing Tom to hang out with you alone, always texting him..."

You screwed the lipstick shut and stood up, whipping around to interrupt her.

"I'm sorry, what? I never forced him to do anything. He and I actually started communicating less once you two got together. You know, I knew you were insecure but I didn't think it was this bad."

"Well you've still been trying to pry us apart, even after your little friendship hiatus."

"Honey, I'm the reason he even asked you to make it official. He was too scared of committing, but I told him to pull the trigger and make you his girlfriend. Now I get that you have family trauma and the whole thing with your parents but-"

When she cut you off you knew you'd made a mistake. She wasn't supposed to know what all Tom had told you.

"You know what about me?"

You took in a sharp breath, unsure how to answer. An awkward pause fell between you.

"Everything. I know almost every damn thing about you. You were using Tom as a therapist and he took it to me. And I'm sorry about everything that's happened to you but I was almost glad when you forced me out of his life for a little bit because it meant I could finally deal with my own problems for once."

She continued to stare at you, stunned.

I- everything?" she breathed. You nodded, somber. "Why would he do that?"

"Dude. We were best friends for years. Told each other everything. Always went to each other to talk through the deep stuff. He didn't really know how to handle the stuff you were telling him. I wouldn't blame him for wanting to tell someone."

"But you know all this... stuff about me!"

"And those things aren't what shaped my opinion of you! Sure, it gave me some insight into your personality, but you can't let that stuff define you. You aren't going to get any real help dumping it all on your boyfriend, either."

"What are you trying to say, y/n?"

"I'm saying that him telling me everything shouldn't be the real problem here. The problem is that the whole relationship is toxic. Break up or don't, but you both need help. Tom isn't your therapist and if that's all you want him for then he shouldn't be your boyfriend. You both deserve better."

Each of you sat in that statement for a moment. After all of the frustration and anger, you'd chosen to channel it into something constructive.

Alaina had a look of defeat. You'd expected anger from her after everything.

"Yeah. Maybe we do. I just can't believe I couldn't trust him with the most important things in my life. Maybe I shouldn't have been trying to keep you apart all this time. I really should've been getting you together."

"What? No, Alaina don't say that-"

"Do you know where Tom is?"

"Come on don't do this right now-"

"Y/n just tell me where he is."

"I- You were the last one with him as far as I know. You came in here after I did."

In silence, she nodded and exited, leaving you alone again with a pit in your stomach.

You quickly tried to straighten yourself out, taking one last look in the mirror before you walked out and faked a smile.

"Oh! There you are! We're gonna get started on the rehearsal now!" Rebecca said as she caught you in the hall. "Just head outside and if you see Tom, tell him to come, too."

You did see him as you headed that way. His lips were pressed into a tight grimace as Alaina quietly talked to him near the building's entrance.

His eyes caught yours briefly and you gestured your head towards the alter, tapping your wrist. He gave a small nod of recognition and Alaina turned to see you in the distance, giving you a sad grin.

Tom started to tell her that he needed to go rehearse when she put a hand on his shoulder.

"Bye, Tom. Keep in mind what I told you," she said, leaning up to press a kiss on his cheek before walking off to her car, leaving for good.

You could tell he trying not to seem sad as he followed not far behind you to join everyone else.

When Rebecca returned, she was excitedly telling everyone the plan for walking down the aisle, deciding to pair bridesmaids with groomsmen as there was an equal number.

The pit in your stomach grew when you realized that meant you and Tom would be paired together.

The pairs lined up, you and Tom having to be last. You knew it would take a while when the flower girls took forever to walk the aisle and the first male/female pair couldn't figure out their cue.

Your arm was looped in Tom's but you had never felt so apart from him. Both of you were stiff, trying not to move too much.

"Alaina dumped me," he finally whispered, leaning over to tell you, as your heels brought you close to his height.

Your head stayed forward as your gaze fell to the ground.

"I figured as much. I tried to talk her out of it but... you know."

"Yeah."

There was another heavy silence.

"I'm really sorry, Tom," you started, but he cut you off.

"Don't. We just need to focus on Becca and Haz," he bit back, stone-faced.

You wanted to say something more, but you were cut off by Rebecca telling you your cue and getting you to walk the aisle in sync.

You couldn't look at Tom the rest of the night and hardly touched your dinner as your thoughts ran wild of how to make things up to him.

You couldn't tell Rebecca what happened. This was her time to shine, and you figured if Tom were to tell Harrison anything, it would just be that they'd broken up.

A couple speeches were made about the happy couple and finally it was over, all of you nervously ready for the real ceremony tomorrow.

You breathed a sigh of relief when you made it out without talking to Tom again.

The next morning, things ramped up as the bridal party got ready while sipping mimosas. Everything felt frantic because you felt the need to supervise and take stress off the bride.

It didn't help that you were still stressing over Tom.

You went into the bathroom to catch your breath, trying to maintain a positive facade.

When you stepped out, you found Rebecca looking beautiful as ever in front of you, but you quickly recognized the look on her face.

"Lets go to the balcony real quick. I feel like we need to talk."

You followed her out, both of your robes flowing in a soft breeze as the sun shone down happily. She handed you another mimosa as she leaned over the railing.

"Harrison told me about Tom. Said it was a pretty big deal."

You groaned, trying not to facepalm over your freshly done makeup.

"Becca we shouldn't be talking about this right now. We need to focus on your wedding-" you started, reaching for the door handle.

"Y/n. I want to talk about this. And I hear you're supposed to listen to the bride on her wedding day," she chuckled. You rolled your eyes and smirked.

"Fine. Yeah, they broke up. And it's all my fault and Tom's probably pissed at me but whatever. It's fine."

"From what I hear he's not as mad as he probably should be. It's been a long time coming, you were just the catalyst. Just think how much longer it would've taken for them to pull their heads outta their asses without you."

"He's not mad?"

"Doesn't sound like it. I think you guys need to talk about it, though."

You sighed.

"We will, eventually. We both agreed yesterday that we just need to focus on you two right now."

"You know that's gonna be hard, right? I mean, you're both gonna be stuck together from pictures up until after the ceremony."

"Yeah, yeah. I promise I won't ruin your wedding. Can't speak for Tom, though," you joked, holding your glass up towards hers.

"I'll take your word for it," she replied, clinking her own glass against yours.

The bride and groom weren't ones for superstition, so you took wedding photos before the ceremony to maximize lighting and time with the guests later.

You didn't talk to Tom at all, but neither of you could keep from making quick eye contact between shots.

Finally the time had came for guests to begin arriving and the big moment to actually come.

After some last minute touch ups, the wedding party greeted guests as the countdown began. Once things were in place, you all went back into the building to line up, ready to start.

Again, you and Tom were linked together, waiting in bated breath.

"Alaina told me something yesterday before she left," Tom whispered.

You hummed in response.

"Yeah. Said I never really loved her."

"What makes her think that?" you asked, trying to pay attention to those ahead of you in line as music started playing outside.

"She told me I probably loved you," he replied casually.

Your eyes widened as you turned to look at him in shock. Again you wanted to reply but Tom tugged your arm and started stepping forward.

"Oh, looks like it's our time to shine."

Your heart was beating out of your chest as you walked down the aisle, seeing familiar faces as a blush rose to your cheeks before you both separated at the alter, leaving an empty spot between you and Harrison.

You pretty much forgot all of the nervousness when you watched your beautiful best friend come down the aisle with her dad. Harrison was tearing up and you were fighting back your own.

The ceremony began and throughout it, you and Tom continued to look past the couple and steal glances of each other.

When the vows finally came, you actually were crying, pulling a hidden tissue from your bouquet to dab your eyes as you watched with a watery grin. They had written their own vows.

You still couldn't help but watch Tom, though, as the two professed their love in front of everyone.

When they finished, the minister was given the rings and the most important part came.

"Now, Harrison, do you take Rebecca to be your wife? Will you love and cherish her for the rest of your days?"

The groom said I do, but you could only see Tom mouthing the same words to you.

When Rebecca was asked the same thing, you couldn't help but mouth the same words, too.

With that came a kiss and the declaration of marriage, with each couple again pairing off to run down the aisle.

You didn't have time to talk to Tom though, as you were whisked away with the bridal party to have a glass of celebratory wine before dinner as you waited to enter the reception.

That dinner again went on without a hitch, with both you and Tom making pre-written speeches about the couple before the first dance.

Once the DJ turned up the music, everyone was out on the dance floor having a good time when he slowed it down again for couples to dance to.

You were prepared to walk off when a hand caught your arm.

It was Tom.

"Dance with me," he beckoned, and you couldn't bring yourself to say no.

You slow danced in silence, trying to figure out what to say as he twirled you around.

"So..." you started.

"Don't feel bad about Alaina," he immediately replied.

"But I'm the reason you broke up."

"No, I am. You were right that neither of us were handling things correctly. I should have never told you her personal business behind her back. I'm sorry for doing that to you, too."

You gave a lopsided grin.

"It's okay. I get why you did. I'm probably the best person you could've gone to anyways. I'm guessing you also apologized to her?"

"Yeah. I did last night but then I called her this morning and we talked it out. We should've broken up a long time ago. I wish I had listened to you back then."

You raised your brows.

"So you actually remember all the stuff I pointed out?"

"Just because I ignored it doesn't mean I didn't hear it. I was just too stupid and puppy-blind to see how much you actually cared."

You hummed as you wrapped both hands around his neck, stepping a little closer. He rubbed your back as he went to speak again.

"She was right, too. You are the one I really love. I meant it when I said 'I do.'"

"So I didn't just imagine that?"

"Just as much as I imagined you replying," he smirked. You smiled and bit your lip.

"I never wanted you to find out this way. I wanted to tell you the day you told me about her."

"It's probably for the best."

"Oh yeah? Why's that?" You were confused at what he meant.

"Because now everyone we know can see firsthand that you're the one I love," he answered.

You were about to ask what that meant when he tipped up your chin, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as the song ended. When you pulled away people were moving around so that Rebecca could throw the bouquet.

"You know what?" she announced. "I think I just need to do this."

Everyone watched as she marched over and handed you the bouquet directly, causing cheers to ring out around you.

"Now you just gotta say I do!" she exclaimed.

You looked up at Tom and he smiled down at you.

"I did."

A/N: okay half of me hates this bc I can't imagine how obnoxious this would be if it happened in real life but also it's kinda 🥺

Lemme know how you feel! Wedding szn had me in my feels again this year so I couldn't resist. If you liked this I'd suggest checking out the objection because it's also got angsty wedding vibes oop

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newtonsheffield · 4 years ago

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I would love to hear about post-wedding, pre-pregnancy Kate and Anthony because I love Edmund and miles and Charlotte and Mary but I would love to see Kate and Anthony in their post marital bubble just getting to hang out with each other!!!

Ugh I have left you hanging on this for the longest time, and yeah I know that there are lots of requests in my inbox much older than this. What can I say bar “I’m completely terrible”?

Hmmm It’s an unfortunate little side effect of my timeline that Anthony and Kate didn’t really have very long between getting married and Kate falling pregnant with Edmund I suppose. Perhaps I shouldn’t have done that 🤷🏻‍♀️

Anyway, here’s Kate and Anthony just being sickeningly in love.

Kate Bridgerton woke slowly, softly to the feeling of something tickling across her nose. She opened her eyes slowly, a soft smile coming to her face as she took in the sight before her. The gentle light filtering in from the window of their bedroom was casting a glow across her husband’s face, his hair falling into his eyes and her heart gave a feeble little stutter. It had been nearly three months since since he’d stood in front of hundreds of people and become her husband and still the thought of getting to call him that made a little shiver run down her spine. It was ridiculous, really. Anthony had been hers, and she’d been his, for far longer than three months. Almost as soon as they’d started this relationship they’d been settled, sure, or at least she was, that this was it. And yet, somehow signing a piece of paper had started it all again.

“Morning.” Anthony’s voice rumbled softly, his chin resting on the mattress next to her from his kneeling position by her head. Kate’s heart skipping again as he held out a single rose to her. so that had been what had tickled. “I made you breakfast.” Anthony said, standing with a flourish and producing a tray from god knows where, practically over flowing with pastries, toast, an omelette, and jesus fruit salad that appeared to be cut into intricate little shapes. Kate forced herself to sit like a human being rather then the puddle her husband was clearly trying to melt her into as he settled to tray on her lap, kissing her cheek as he settled beside her, his left arm over her shoulder, their fingers intertwining wedding rings bumping together happily.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Kate forced herself to say, her tone coming out much softer than she intended. Anthony scoffed. “A man can’t make his beautiful wife breakfast with no ulterior motive? Sad. Anyone would think I’ve never done anything for you Katie.” His lopsided smile probably would have made her legs a little wobbly had she not already been sitting down. Kate hummed, picking up her fork “I’m not sure I can say that after last night.” And damn him, she could see the smug smile on his face from the corner of her eye, the way his chest puffed a little with pride as he leaned close to her ear. “I’d be more than happy to do something for you again this morning Mrs. Bridgerton.” his voice like gravel, sending another little shiver through her, and honestly she couldn’t tel if it was the promise behind his words or the name that did it. Kate handed him a slice of toast as she skewered the omelette. “Hmm let me eat first and then maybe I’ll thank you instead. Cut please.” She said the last words as a little command, Anthony’s hand shooting out to cut the omelette with the knife, his toast clenched in his teeth, their left hands still locked together. And it should have been awkward, eating with one hand, half your body tied to another person, but they felt so ridiculously in sync these days, that nothing ever was.

Companionable silence filled the room for several moments. “You’ve really outdone yourself this morning Bridgerton. the lamination on your croissant is impressive.” Kate said lightly admiring his handiwork. “Only the best for you, Kate. I have standards to maintain if I want to keep the mantle as England’s best husband.” His hair was in his eyes again, ridiculously boyish and charming with the stupid grin on his face. “The best hey? Was there some sort of poll I’m not aware of?” Kate said, unable to resist the tease. “Well I certainly haven’t heard any complaints. Unless God, Anthony. God, Ugh YES,” His voice doing a terribly good impression of her breathy voice his eyes sparkling with delight as she felt heat rise in her cheeks. “Is suddenly a complaint?” Kate cleared her throat “No, I suppose I don’t have any complaints. Do you?” Anthony’s grin was nearly blinding “With you as my wife? Not likely” And it was stupid but her breath caught at the way his heart seemed to beat just behind his eyes, love shining through

“Don’t tell anyone because it’s pretty embarrassing but I’m kind of in love with you.” Kate said, her own lips ticking upwards in a grin, her nose wrinkling a little, her heart leaping at the sound of his bright laughter echoing through their bedroom. “Yeah, I’m kinda in love with you too. Probably will be for a little while hey?” Kate tutted dramatically smirk still in place, turning back to her breakfast “I was sort of hoping for forever.” “Forever? I can probably sort that out for you.”

If This gave you a cavity HMU I know a pretty good dentist

#these guys are a lot #imagine being Kate's poor single sister and seeing this shit #like F**k me I guess #bridgerton and sons au #kathony #anthony x kate #anthony bridgerton #kate sheffield #kate sharma #molly's asks and answers #post honeymoon phase

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whocalledhimannux · 4 years ago

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@peregrer the What. 👀👀👀 *insert John Mulaney gif of "say more right now"*

ok so when I say "the extent to which I've fleshed out the QT GBBO AU in my head is getting to be embarrassing," I truly and deeply mean it, please enjoy 1,900 words of utter ridiculousness.

first, our competitors:

Legarus - performs so poorly that viewers are a bit confused how he got on the show in the first place, a la Jamie (series 10) or that one guy who made a lime and chocolate cake in the first week.

Chloe - nice flavors and good ideas for decorations, but pretty sloppy. was up for elimination in the first week but came back with a great showstopper.

Melheret - good but not as good as he thinks he is (hence his bread week elimination because of sloppy technique), heavy-handed with the alcohol flavoring

Agape - solid competitor, not flashy but tasty + pretty results. I haven't worked out exact week-by-week themes (that would indeed be Too Much) but I imagine this is something like "Dairy" or "Caramel" or "Vegan," some particular element she just happens to not be strong on. viewers are disappointed by her early elimination

Teleus - Dad contestant. brings in a bunch of weird pans and gadgets he made up himself, does pretty well until it comes to Fiddly Foreign Foods he doesn't know (probably eliminated in French or Patisserie week)

Laela - typically has good flavors and pretty designs but technical knowledge is a bit lacking, so there are usually some flaws in the execution and she's often in the bottom half of technicals

Phresine - Grandma contestant. nails the classics but ultimately isn't creative enough to make it further.

Magus - the "Ian (series 6)" flavor of Dad contestant, often brings in foraged ingredients or eggs from his own chickens or whatnot and revives old recipes/flavor combinations no one else knows about. one week, some of those turn out to just be too weird, leading to his elimination.

Sophos - pretty elaborate decorations and good flavors (on the border of classic and new), but he tends to try a million different embellishments on everything and struggles with timing, occasionally to the detriment of technique.

Kamet - always has really interesting and different flavors and tends to do well in technicals especially, assuming he doesn't get overwhelmed. which is... an assumption (Finalist)

Costis - leans towards classic and indulgent flavors, although sometimes a bit sloppy--the kind of contestant where the judges look at his dishes and say "it's a bit of a mess" and then Paul Hollywood starts laughing because it still tastes delicious (Finalist)

Irene - absolutely stunning visually, queen of the technicals, occasionally gets the "style over substance" warning (Winner)

more details below the cut

I've gone back and forth on whether Eugenides should be in it but ultimately I decided no because I wanted to maintain a pre-show relationship between Laela + Kamet (I thought otherwise at first but then I realized I hadn't left Kamet any longterm friends or family for his finalist video and that's depressing af) and Irene and Sophos which to my knowledge hasn't happened once on the show so far? so having a married couple on top of that seems like it would be a stretch, and also then I think I'd need to make Eugenides the winner on principle and you know what? he can stand to be second fiddle to his wife for a little bit. My alternate backstory for him is that he was actually the winner of MasterChef one year (good with knives), so in the first episode Irene's first little chat to camera is something like "my husband's been bugging me for years to try out and I keep telling him he's got a skewed perspective on cooking competitions, finally I applied just to shut him up... and here we are." Her little video introduction is about how baking is a stress relief from her bigshot job. Her decorations tend to be abstract and gorgeous rather than cutesy.

Kamet, likewise, was nagged into applying by Laela, but she very cleverly framed it as she wanted to apply and wanted him to do it to for moral support. both were confident the other would get in and surprised that they did themselves. This is one of those series where everyone's friendships are immediate and obvious and super adorable (cast of series 10 my beloved...), and in particular these two are holding hands in episode 1. Laela's deep blue robe from TaT sticks in my head for whatever reason so I imagine her making an elaborate blue peacock cake or something one week that wins her star baker. somebody always does a peacock something and it's always impressiev.

Phresine is cool as a cucumber under pressure, always has lovely things to say about everyone else's bakes, and is the go-to last-minute helper because she usually comes in under the time. Irene starts out similar but as the weeks go by she starts to feel the pressure a bit more and cuts it a bit close. Sophos is the worst on timings, and mentions his wife at least once an episode. (I also played with him being single on the show and meeting Helen later through Irene and Eugenides, but this idea is too cute to pass up tbh.) Teleus lives with Relius, a fact that isn't mentioned until a few weeks in when he comments that Relius likes a recipe or gave him an idea for a flavor or something (Relius does not bake himself but will happily sample practice bakes), to the surprised delight of every viewer whose favorite contestant is the oldest gay in any given series (me, me, that person is me).

Costis tends to use a lot of chocolate and, as I said, pretty "classic" flavors--one of those people who makes a full English savory bake at some point. He's usually in the top half of the competition but doesn't get the top until one of the later weeks in the competition, which is a Honey themed week, and he absolutely nails it. The delicate decorations of his honey nut cakes and his use of honeycomb are particularly praised and that's the week he gets star baker. One of those bakers who flirts with elimination the first few weeks but noticeably improves over the course of the show.

My most, like, plot-y ideas are about Kamet (SHOCKER). I imagine he was born in Setra (I usually make Setra a non-autonomous region in my AUs) but arrived in Britain as a child due to [Unspecified Crisis] and ended up with foster dad Jeffa, who was roughly from the same region but not Setra itself; whenever Kamet wanted Setran food as a kid, Jeffa would take him to the library to find recipes and that was what sparked his love of baking. He's well-read on the subject and knows about foods from a lot of different cultures, so he's usually heard of the technical challenges even if he hasn't made or eaten them. He does a lot of fusion flavors, and is ALL ABOUT bread week.

I don't usually make the his-relationship-with-Nahuseresh-is-romantic leap in modern AUs but I think it works for this one because of the nature of the format--Nahuseresh doesn't actually appear on camera but is alluded to once or twice, ends up being Very Displeased that Kamet is doing something for himself, and during the week following Laela's elimination they have the fight that makes Kamet realizes this is actually a terrible relationship and he needs to leave now. He calls Laela to let her know what's up and mentions that, since he'll need to stay in a motel and has presumbly lost his job as a secretary (yeah working for your boyfriend is Bad, he's realized that now), he's going to have to drop out of the show. Laela, despite living in a studio flat without room to host him, immediately thinks "um fuck that" and calls Costis, and within an hour Costis and Aris and a few rugby buddies have moved all of Kamet's things into Costis and Aris's flat, where Costis insists that he'll squeeze into Aris's room (they've shared before, it's fine) and that Kamet gets first dibs on the kitchen for all bake off practices.

None of them actually reveal any of this to the show's producers. Kamet gets a little overwhelmed the following week and nearly walks away from the tent, but Costis jumps in to keep his bake from being ruined, and some soothing words from Irene + the hosts calm him down and he returns to finish. The only mention of the Drama comes in the finale, during the longer video clips they do on each of the contestants. Kamet is deliberately vague about the details of the situation, but Aris shows up in both Costis's and Kamet's videos and references the fact that having TWO flatmates in the bake off is a bit difficult because they only have a standard size kitchen, so he hasn't cooked for himself in a month and has been living off cake and savory breads. one of the hosts talks to Kamet in the tent after that clip is shown and he still won't talk about it in more detail, but says that he wanted to tell people so they could appreciate why Costis hasn't practiced as much the last few weeks (the judges scolded him for winging it a couple of times), and admits that he totally copied some of Costis's techniques for honey week based on watching him at home.

I imagine the finale task is something like an illusion cake--probably with a bunch of additional required elements because the show has been going bonkers with the finale showstoppers in the newer seasons--and Irene wins with a jewelry box containing, among other things, ruby earrings made out of candy. Kamet does a stepwell, and Costis does something architectural (I was thinking castle but something visibly Greek-ish so maybe a temple or a megaron? idk). Irene wins but they're all BFFs and that's obvious, so everyone's delighted for her. The little montage at the end reveals that Irene + Gen are expecting twins, that everybody hangs out all the time, and that Costis + co recently helped Kamet move into his own flat where he's now working on a novel (Immakuk and Ennikar inspired, obvi, leaning heavily on the honey-shared-on-the-road thing and including some recipes that actually work in the narration, albeit still written in an ancient-novel-like-way).

[Obviously not part of the show, but when Kamet mentions that it's time for him to look for his own place, Costis tries to v awkwardly invite him to stay forever and Kamet is like "nope I've got to try this on my own but yes we will go on a date once I've moved out and see how it goes from there."]

[This is so far beyond the scope of the show but also several of them go on to have more baking-related careers and have active social media presences and at one point they're all hanging out and Eugenides pulls out a camera and demands they all produce baking pick-up lines. Teleus refuses and also doesn't believe anyone knows baking pick-up lines off the top of their head or could make them up on the spot. Sophos sort of proves him right by coming up with "you're the apple of my pie," which Eugenides instantly mocks because Sophos's three greatest loves are baking, Helen, and poetry, and that's the best he can do? Helen comes up with "I like my cake the way I like my men--rich, sweet, and bright red," to which Sophos blushes on cue. Irene's is "when I'm with you, I feel like chocolate heated to 50 degrees--I struggle to maintain my temper." Eugenides protests this is more like an anti-pickup line. Irene insists this is the most accurate marriage-related baking pun anyone could ever come up with.

[Laela's is "You and I are like custard--I hope we never split." Kamet's is "You remind me of bread, because I knead you." Costis freezes for a minute and finally comes up with "Fancy a cream horn?" which produces a lot of giggling and makes Kamet slap his arm in such a way that, hen Eugenides posts this video to instagram, fans of the show all go WAIT ARE THEY DATING NOW] [by this point, yes they are] [I didn't even have to google baking pickup lines for this, guys, I legit came up with them on my own, please clap.]

am I obsessed? I might be obsessed

#queen's thief #attolia irene #kamet #costis ormentiedes #sophos #eugenides #teleus #eddis helen #laela #oh dear I bet her tag is virtually unsearchable #sorry laela

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unmanageable-day · 4 years ago

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Can I Love?

CHAPTER 18

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Summary. Lee Y/N was the first love of one when he was a middle schooler. He never knew her name and he never saw her again. Several years later, he met her again …unfortunately under a disadvantaged circumstances.

wc/warning. 1125 words / i believe none, but feel free to call me out if there is something i should take down

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~ previously when Chan was hanging out with Seungcheol

You noticed Mingyu and Seokmin suddenly being weird when suddenly they kept making excuses to go somewhere else, to the extent that they tried to prevent you from going home, when your house was literally five steps away. Mingyu started with saying that he wanted to take a look to the cat cafe, but Minghao effectively rejected the idea, saying the place was closed after 5 PM. Then Seokmin said you should buy instant ramen, sausage, and cheese and everything because he was craving. You snapped at him, “Don’t underestimate my bakery. If it’s just sausage and cheese, we have like tons in our storage.”

Losing their arguments and knowing it was inevitable to meet Seungcheol in the bakery with Chan, Mingyu and Seokmin decided to walk before you, trying to be your guards. You were simply thinking that those two were just being their silly selves, until you stepped into your bakery, and you knew just why. Your eyes met Chan; he happily waved his hand at you. The man sitting beside Chan drew a little smile when he looked at you.

“Y/N, you said you were tired. Let’s go upstairs,” Mingyu quickly said before anything.

“Right, you stayed awake all night studying for today’s quiz,” Minghao added.

“Chan, we’ll be in Y/N’s room. Mingyu and I will join you and hyung in a bit, okay?” Seokmin threw a friendly smile at your brother and Seungcheol before he excused himself to escort you to your room.

Despite being confused, Chan just nodded. He managed to ask if you needed anything, but Minghao answered him for you, saying everything was good.

Again, he was puzzled to see this weird dynamic between the four of you. Xu Minghao was always caring to both of you and your brother. Chan acknowledged that fact. But the mood was too odd to ignore. Is it perhaps because of Seungcheol hyung? he wondered. Was their date really a so so? Or did it end badly?

Chan turned back to Seungcheol, letting out a natural fake chuckle. “Sorry about that,” he said.

Seungcheol shook his head. “It’s okay.”

As promised, Mingyu and Seokmin soon joined Chan and Seungcheol in the bakery hall. Seokmin convinced your brother that you just needed me time, in which he and Mingyu voluntarily left you with Minghao, simply because Minghao was the most quiet one. Later on, Mingyu always dodged any questions from Seungcheol that were related to you. But eventually, it slipped from Seokmin’s mouth that all of you went to the same campus. Chan slightly widened his eyes at this new information.

“You didn’t know?” Mingyu asked, slightly confused as well to know that Chan really had very little idea about Seungcheol.

“Hyung never told me,” said Chan innocently, slightly eyeing the oldest one who gulped his cola, ignoring the burning sensation in his throat.

“I didn’t? My bad. I thought I did,” uttered Seungcheol nervously as he opened a new can of soda.

Seungcheol stayed late that day as Chan insisted that he should stay for dinner. Of course, he’d gladly agree if it means he could see you again. Meanwhile you planned to skip dinner if Seungcheol was still there. Or eating out with Minghao, Mingyu, and Seokmin would do too. Apparently your parents had prepared a feast with big portion of pretty much everything. You had no choice but to stay, unless the food waste would pile up.

“Noona, I didn’t know you and hyung know each other,” Chan began to break the ice. Although the meal taste great, the ambience was tense. You, Minghao, and Seungcheol barely talked. Mingyu and Seokmin also kept the conversation simple. Maybe Vernon and Seungkwan were right. He wasn’t sure if he should bring this up, but he just wanted to test the water.

You didn’t respond to him. You silently keep munching whatever Minghao gave to you in your plate.

Chan continued, “Because, when I asked Noona how the blind date was, she just said so-so. It’s probably weird to meet someone from the same uni, yeah? But it’s nice to know you guys are not totally strangers. What is your relationship?”

“Strictly strangers who happened to go to the same uni,” you briefly answered.

“Not even friends, or acquaintances?” Chan asked again.

“Friends?” Minghao chuckled in mocking manner. He continued, unaware of his raising tone when talking, “Chan, do you know what he did to your sister was hum—”

“AH!” Exclaiming in panic, Seungcheol abruptly stood up. All eyes were on him, including the displeased look on Minghao’s face because the oldest interrupted him. He landed a nervous gaze at Mingyu and Seokmin, seeking for help but to no avail. “Humorless. I thought I’m a humorous person but apparently not,” he quickly added. Getting restless, his eyes were quivering and lost focus.

“He may not look like it but he’s actually very protective of his sister. He may be smaller than you but he will fight you.” This warning from Soonyoung was glued in his head.

First, he didn’t want to get beaten up. Second, he would need Chan’s support.

Chan paused for a while, trying to digest the whole scene before him. You, on the other hand, remained silent and unfazed.

“I’m full. You guys can continue eating.” You excused yourself to go upstairs. Of course, Minghao would follow after you.

“Those two get along very well. They have similar interests and share many things in common,” Chan commented.

“Yeah, Mingyu and Seokmin too, right? The four of you are always seen together,” Seungcheol said, trying to validate that the relationship between you and him was pure platonic. This time, the 97z boys said nothing but just gave an ambiguous smile to the older guy. Then they decided to join you and Minghao in your room.

As they were left alone, Seungcheol encouraged himself to ask this. “Chan, what do you think about second date? There’s this jazz music concert. I think Y/N would like it.”

The younger drew a little smile but his expression was full of doubts. “I’m not sure, Hyung. I don’t usually encourage her to go on a second date, especially if the first date was ‘so so’, so…” He shrugged. But he did emphasize on the so-so part.

Nodding understandingly, Seungcheol tried to maintain his smile. His confidence was already crumbling down inside. The mixed feelings were playing in his guts. I can’t lose like this.

“Oh, for my birthday party next week, I’m booking a restaurant instead of throwing a party in the house. I mean, I don’t want Noona to scold me afterwards.” Chan flashed him a bright smile. But that pretty smile somehow disturbed him. He was positive now Chan won’t take his side.

#seventeen imagines #seventeen au #seventeen texts #seventeen social media au #seventeen sm au #seventeen x reader #seventeen scoups #seventeen dino #seventeen mingyu #seventeen minghao #seventeen dokyeom #seventeen scenarios #kpop social media au #post by yourblinkies

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dlwritings · 4 years ago

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Moving Out (and On?) | Tom Holland

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pairing - Tom x reader (ft Niall Horan) word count - 3,618 warnings - language A/N - for the anon who requested x | this edit was fun to make | ya’ll love a secret dating gone wrong fic

summary - You’re sick of being Tom’s secret girlfriend, always coming in second to his career. But you didn’t want your relationship to end. When everything goes up in flames, you turn to your favorite Irishman to give you some support.

It was basically the most cliche issue you could have when secretly dating a celebrity. If the world doesn’t know you exist, interviewers are going to ask about other women. After almost two years of dating Tom Holland, you still weren’t quite used to it. For a while, it was always about Zendaya. Then, it just became any famous girl he was seen with. But Tom wasn’t with any of them. He was with you. And you were getting a little tired of hiding it.

You did your best dealing with it. You loved Tom, and you didn’t want to ruin what you had just because you wanted to go public and he didn’t.

Tom was away on press for The Devil All the Time, and you were missing him a lot. You talked on the phone every night, but it didn’t make you miss him any less. To make up for his absence, you were keeping up with the videos different news outlets were posting from his press tour. You were pumped to see that he had done another Wired autocomplete interview. His previous one had been with Zendaya and Jacob, so you were kind of excited to see him do one alone.

Tom introduced himself, and you couldn’t help but smile at his voice. Once he was handed a board, he was quick to begin. “What is Tom Holland’s,” Tom read, peeling off a strip, “phone number.” He laughed. “Uh, I won’t pick up my phone, but you can try calling my husband, Jake Gyllenhaal at (213) 406-6007.”

You laughed at his joke and continued watching. Some of the questions were interesting (What house is Tom Holland in? got him on a Harry Potter kick), but others just made you laugh some more (Is Tom Holland a dad? was a good one).

“Is Tom Holland,” he read after laughing over the previous question, “dating anyone?”

You took a deep breath and let it out through your nose as Tom was able to maintain his poker face. “Tom Holland is enjoying his 20s right now,” he answered, “and he is very focused on his work. So you could say he is dating his career.”

Your mood shifted significantly after that question, and even though you continued watching the video, you enjoyed it much less. If you were any normal couple, he would’ve been able to say yes. Give the real answer. But this was you and Tom, and apparently the public wasn’t ready for that yet.

Just as you finished the video, as if he knew, Tom called you. You answered and tried to sound cheery. “Hi,” you said. “How’re you doing, Tommy?”

“Tired,” he answered honestly. “S’been a long day.”

“I’m sorry, love,” you said. Tom was quiet for a moment.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“What?” you said. “Nothing. What’re you talking about?”

“You sound upset,” he said.

“I’m not,” you said.

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you said again. “I’m just tired, too.”

“Why’re you tired?”

“Can’t I just be tired?”

“You’re not usually tired.”

“Well today I am.”

“You’re lying.”

“Why do you think I’m lying?”

“Because I know you.”

“It’s fine, Tom.”

“(Y/N), just talk to me. I hate knowing you’re upset-”

“I’m not upset!” you shouted. You took a deep breath and sighed. “I just miss you. That’s all.”

He sighed as well. “I miss you too.”

“I was watching some of your interviews,” you told him.

“Yeah?” he said, his tone lightening up a little. “Which ones?”

“I just finished your Wired autocomplete,” you said.

“That’s always a fun one,” he said. “That board though-” He made a sound like he shivered. “-like a nail on chalkboard to me.”

You laughed dryly. “I know.” Tom was quiet for a moment.

“Can you talk to me?” he asked. You could tell he was hesitant, like he didn’t want to upset you any more than he already had. “There’s something else going on. I can tell.” You didn’t want to fight with him, so you decided to tell him the truth.

“I don’t want to hide our relationship anymore,” you said. “I’m tired.”

“(Y/N),” he said with a sigh. “We’ve talked about this.”

“And you tell me the same thing over and over again,” you said. “That you’re just not ready and that you don’t think I can handle it. I can handle it, Tom.”

“We’re not having this talk again.”

“Yes we are!” you said.

“(Y/N)-”

“In the interview, you said you’re dating your career,” you told him. “And you know what? That’s what it feels like sometimes! I feel like I’m falling to the backburner, because if I’m a secret, I don’t affect your career, and if it’s not about your career, then it doesn’t matter. Not to you. Not right now. You feel like a different person right now, like you’re living and breathing your work.”

“What, so you want me to stop?”

“Of course not,” you said. “Don’t be stupid. I just want you to be proud that we’re in this relationship. To value me as much as you value work.”

“I can’t just put down what I’m working on to make you feel important,” he said.

“That’s not what I’m asking you to do!”

“I’m not going to keep having this conversation with you,” he said. “This isn’t the first time you’ve brought this up, that I don’t care about you or this relationship or whatever. Frankly, (Y/N), I can’t handle this right now. Every time you bring it up it just raises my stress level. I can’t afford to be stressed right now.”

“So what does that mean?”

“It means if you really feel this way, then I’m done.”

“You’re done,” you repeated.

“Yeah,” he said. “I can’t keep babying you so you can feel secure in this relationship. I’m done.”

“Tom-”

The dial tone on the other end cut you off, and you felt tears come to your eyes. This hadn’t been your intention. You just wanted to have a conversation, and hopefully come to a better conclusion than you had every other time you brought it up. Maybe it was your fault. Maybe you should’ve just let it all be. Maybe you shouldn’t have mentioned it over the phone when he was busy with press. Maybe you had just lost the love of your life because of one rash decision.

You were quite young still. 21 wasn’t old. You still had your whole life ahead of you. But you were certain you and Tom were going to live happily ever after. So what were you supposed to do now?

You did the only thing you could think to do: call Niall.

Tom had gone golfing with Niall Horan a couple of times, and he would invite the Irishman over for dinner afterwards. You had been hanging out at Tom’s flat the first time he brought Niall over, and you were shocked when he walked through the door. You had always been a big fan of One Direction, and you were obsessed with Niall’s solo work. Luckily, after dating Tom for so long, you were a lot better at talking to famous people. Plus, Niall was crazy nice, and the two of you clicked instantly. After that, you considered him a good friend. A best friend actually.

So you gave him a call.

“‘Ello!” he said cheerily. “How’s it going?”

“Hey, Ni,” you said, your voice cracking. “You got a minute?”

“Always got a minute for you,” he said. “What’s wrong?” You opened your mouth only to close it again once you could tell you were about to break down into sobs. You sniffed a few times and finally composed yourself.

“Tom broke up with me,” you whispered.

“Ah, shit,” he said. You could hear him moving around a bit on his end. “You want me to come over?”

“Do you mind?” you asked, looking over at the clock. It was already 10:30.

“Course not,” he said. “I’ll be over in a bit.”

“I’ll leave it unlocked,” you said.

Niall was over in a few minutes, ready to lend a shoulder to cry on and a listening ear. “What happened?” he asked as you cuddled up to him on the couch.

“I just-” You were sniffing, practically blubbering. “I told him I was sick of, of keeping our relationship a secret. And that I didn’t want to keep, keep living in the shadows. He got mad, and, and he told me that he didn’t want to do it anymore.”

“Do what?”

“Have the same conversation we’ve been having,” you explained. “I bring it up all the time. I just want him to, to-” You cut yourself with a sigh. “I don’t know, Niall. I just felt like I was second best to all the work he’s been doing. And I’m not trying to sound unsupportive, but-”

“You don’t sound unsupportive,” he said. “Sounds like you want to be in a relationship that makes you happy, and Tom wasn’t doing that.”

“Most of the time he was,” you said. “But you know how he gets when he’s got a new role. It, it’s like it consumes him.” Niall just nodded and massaged the top of your head with his fingers.

“Maybe it’ll all work out,” he tried to offer. “Maybe it was just a fight.”

“We don’t ever fight like that,” you told him. “I try to be optimistic, but this is just-” You swallowed back more tears and shook your head. “This felt final.” Niall sighed and placed a kiss to the top of your head.

“You know I’m here for you,” he said. “However and whenever you need me.”

“I know,” you told him, putting your arm around his stomach to hold him closer. “Thank you.”

You spent every day with Niall for the next two months. He helped you move out from the flat you shared with Tom and let you stay with him until you could get back on your feet. You didn’t hear from Tom once. Niall was the perfect friend. He did everything he could to boost your spirits, constantly getting you ice cream or takeaway, and forcing you everyday to get out of bed and take a shower. He knew you well. Knew you’d mope and stop taking care of yourself if he let you.

After two or so weeks went by, you forced yourself to put on a brave face. You didn’t want Niall to have to keep babying you. Tom wasn’t coming back, and there was nothing you could do about it. He hadn’t reached out to you once, and his Instagram stories were proof he was doing just fine. You were able to convince Niall you were okay with your fake laughs and pretty smiles.

Or so you thought.

Niall wasn’t dumb. Everyday, he saw you staring blankly at your black phone screen like you were waiting for it to light up with a call or text from Tom. He heard you crying in your room most nights, and he saw the redness rimming in your eyes every morning. He wasn’t sure you were even sleeping. But what was he supposed to do? He couldn’t reach out to Tom. He couldn’t help you if you didn’t want it. So he gave you space and let you recover however you needed to.

At the two month mark, Niall took you out for breakfast at your favorite cafe. You agreed eagerly, especially when he said he’d pay. In no world would you turn down a free breakfast.

Across town, Tom’s flight had just landed. He pulled out his phone and decided to scroll through some social media before Harrison picked him up. When he opened Instagram, he clicked through the stories of people he was following. He clicked through them absentmindedly, but his thumb froze when he saw a picture of you. You had your hands wrapped around a coffee cup and a huge smile on your face. Instantly, his heart dropped. Had you really moved on so soon? To Niall? He thought back to that day two months ago. The day he broke up with you. The worst day of his life.

“So what does that mean?” you asked him.

“It means if you really feel this way, then I’m done,” he said.

“You’re done,” you repeated.

“Yeah,” he said. “I can’t keep babying you so you can feel secure in this relationship. I’m done.”

“Tom-”

He hung up before you could finish your sentence and threw his phone against the wall. His case would protect it, he knew. He put his forehead in his hands and clenched his jaw. “Fuck!” he shouted. He meant what he said. He was sick of having the same conversation over and over again. He wasn’t ready to go public. End of story. Why did you keep having to push it? He just couldn’t handle it anymore. It was raising his stress level, and after filming his most recent movies, he couldn’t afford to be any more stressed than he already was.

Now, two months later, he was questioning everything. Had he overreacted? Deep down, he really thought you’d end up getting back together. That this was just a fight, and that you’d reach out to him. When months went by and you didn’t, he knew he had really fucked up. Maybe it was his place to reach out, but at this point, he felt like he didn’t have the right. You had already moved on. How could he just push his way into your life again?

But he had to. He had to talk to you. To say he was sorry. To get on his knees and beg to have you back, if it came to that. So, he made a snap decision. When Harrison brought him home, he asked if Tom wanted to hang out, but the ladder said no. He got in his car and headed off to Niall’s house.

You and Niall were sitting on the couch watching Harry Potter when there was a knock at the front door. You groaned and reached for the remote, but Niall just laughed. “Don’t pause it,” he said. “I’ll go check.”

“You’re going to miss Sirius’ death,” you said with a pout.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” he said back. You scoffed and nodded, adjusting the blanket you were using and turning back to the TV. You couldn’t hear who was at the door, but you could make out the muffled sounds of Niall speaking with someone.

When Niall opened the door, the last person he expected to see was Tom. Niall turned to look over his shoulder and make sure you hadn’t crept down the hall, and when he saw it was clear, he turned to his friend. “Hey,” he said awkwardly.

“Hey,” Tom said back, just as uncomfortable. “Is (Y/N) here?”

“Yeah,” Niall said. “She’s been staying with me since you two-” He cut himself off. Tom hung his head and ran a hand through his hair. “Listen, Tom, I don’t know if she’s ready to see you.”

“Come on, mate,” he said. “I’m begging you. Just let me talk to her.” Niall studied Tom. He could tell he was broken up, and he felt bad for his friend. But he felt bad for you too. He had been with you through all of this, and it hadn’t been a pretty picture. You still weren’t yourself, and he knew seeing Tom again would just bring you back to square one. But maybe you needed this closure. Who was he to stand in the way of that?

So he stepped to the side and let Tom in.

You heard footsteps approaching, so you turned to see who had stopped by. When you saw Tom, you sat up a little straighter. “What are you doing here?” you asked. Niall shoved his hands in his pockets and cleared his throat awkwardly. You shot him a glare.

“I’ll be in my room,” he said. Tom nodded, and Niall left you alone. You pulled the blanket a little closer to you like it could be a barrier between the two of you. Tom noticed and took a step closer to the couch so he could sit on the opposite end.

“What are you doing here?” you asked again.

“I just want to talk to you,” he said.

“About what?” you asked.

He hesitated. “You been living here long?”

“Since you broke up with me, yeah,” you said. “I needed a place to go.”

“So you moved on that quick?” he asked, his voice small. You raised your eyebrows.

“What does that mean?” you asked.

“I break up with you, and the next day you’re with Niall?”

“I’m not with Niall,” you snapped, realizing what he was implying. “I needed a home, Tom! You broke up with me! I had to move out! I couldn’t move back home, I couldn’t afford a place by myself! Niall was here for me!” Quickly, you added, “And even if I was with him, what right do you have to be upset about that? You broke up with me! At least Niall isn’t scared of posting pictures of me! Of people knowing who I am. You know how refreshing that is? I’ve been hidden for two years. Going out in public with Niall is like-” You let out a dry laugh. “It was like a breath of fresh air.”

“Well, then be with Niall!” Tom shouted. He was getting frustrated, but more with himself than with you. He deserved everything you were saying, and it just made him mad at himself.

“I don’t want to be with Niall!” you shouted back. “I don’t love Niall! I love you! But you didn’t want to make it work!”

“I never said that!” Tom said.

“You didn’t want to take the next step!” you said. “You, you keep hiding me, Tom! Why are you so ashamed of me?” Tom didn’t answer for a moment, too taken aback by your words.

“Is that what you think?” he said. “That I’m ashamed of you?”

“I don’t understand why else you would hide me like you had for two years,” you said.

He started stuttering through his response. “(Y/N), I’ve, I’m, it’s not that at all.” You didn’t say anything, and he sighed. “I’m scared of what could go wrong.” You furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head.

“I don’t understand,” you said.

“It’s easy right now, you know?” he said. “It’s easy, and it’s safe, and there’s no chance of someone hurting you or you getting, getting too overwhelmed by everything.” It still wasn’t clicking to you.

“I don’t understand,” you said. “So, so you-” You sighed and pressed your fingers to your temples. “Why didn’t you just talk to me about it? Instead of shutting me down every time I brought it up?”

“I don’t know,” he muttered. “I just wasn’t ready to talk about it.”

“Jesus, Tom,” you said, feeling a lump rise in your throat. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “If I could take it all back, I would.” You looked at him just as he lifted his head to look at you. His eyes were brimmed with tears, and you knew yours were too.

“I won’t be in the shadows anymore,” you told him. “I won’t.”

“I know,” he said. “I swear, you won’t be anymore. I’ll tell everyone. I’ll shout it from the rooftops, whatever you want.” You couldn’t help but giggle a bit, which made Tom’s face light up. “Move back in with me?” he asked. Your smile dropped a fraction, and you looked down at your hands.

“Can I stay here a while longer?” you said. “If it’s okay with Niall? I just-” You sighed. “I just want to take this slow moving forward. I need time to, to get back to where we were. I still love you,” you added, “but I just-” You took a shaky breath. “I’m not there yet.” Tom nodded in understanding.

“Okay,” he said. “Whatever you need. Just-” He moved a little closer to you and stroked your cheek with the back of his hand. “-know that I love you so much, and however you want to go public, I’m game.” You nodded, and Tom smiled and leaned forward, hoping you’d meet him halfway for a kiss. You did. He smiled against your lips and put his hand on the back of your head, keeping you close to him.

You pulled away from each other when you heard a dramatic clearing of the throat. You turned your head and saw Niall leaning against the doorframe with his arms across his chest. “I see you lovebirds patched things up,” he said. You and Tom both chuckled, and Tom hung his head as the tips of his ears turned pink.

“Is it okay if I stay a little longer?” you asked Niall.

He nodded without hesitation. “Stay as long as you need.” He paused. “You guys wanna get some food?” Tom looked at you, and you bit your lip and hung your head.

“I think we might head back to my place for a while,” he said. “You know, catch up a little bit.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” he said, covering his ears. “I don’t need to hear anymore. I get the picture.”

You and Tom said goodbye to Niall, and as soon as the door shut, Niall put his hands on his hips and sighed. He thought for a moment and reached into his pocket for his phone, clicking on the first contact name that came to his mind.

“Tommo! You up for some Nandos?”

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bunnis-babes · 4 years ago

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#38 for the end of the year ask thing, please! Also, would you be cool with writing boyfriend headcanons for Daichi and Tendou? If not, that’s totally fine lmao. Thank you in advance:) have a great day, I love your work!

Daichi and Tendou General Relationship Headcanons

So I’m still working hard on those raffle winners things, but I need to take a break for a bit because I’m a little burnt out right now. I’ve been not great like emotionally and I’m not about to bother anyone with that so I gotta power through! Anyway, thank you for requesting and I’m glad you like my stuff, I hope this was worth the wait lovie! ❤️

Daichi

🦵🏻This fucking M A N, okay he is going to treat you so damn right.

🦵🏻He’s a very respectful person first and foremost, so he always takes into account how you feel about things before he does anything.

🦵🏻Your comfort and happiness is his top priority, and he will do anything to maintain a smile on your face.

🦵🏻However, he himself kind of sucks at communicating and properly displaying his emotions to you. He’s new to this whole relationship thing, and he might need a bit of hand holding.

🦵🏻Speaking offffff, he’s not like big into PDA. He isn’t opposed to it, but he definitely isn’t going to initiate it very often.

🦵🏻The most HE will do is hold your hand or give you forehead smooches, but he’ll happily go along with anything you initiate as well.

🦵🏻Behind closed doors he’s a huge teddy bear, he loves to hold you and be held by you as much as humanly possible.

🦵🏻He’s more of the type to show his affections through actions like getting your favorite food for you for lunch on some days, or lending you his jacket occasionally. Little things to show he cares.

🦵🏻He definitely is one of those guys who either has to have eyes on you or be touching you in some capacity out in public. It makes him feel secure to know he can see that you’re safe.

🦵🏻He’s not a super jealous guy either, just extremely protective. Like you can hang out with any person you want, but the second they make advances on you/make you uncomfortable you know he’s going to be right there to step in if you need him.

🦵🏻You are not spared from his dadding either, actually, he tends to lecture you a lot more on things because he’s so concerned about you all the time.

🦵🏻He just wants you to be happy okay…

🦵🏻He also can tend to overwork himself, so he isn’t really one to talk all that much. Because of this, the two of you have designated ‘couple rest days’ where both of you just lie around and be useless all day.

🦵🏻His hands are very calloused and yet they are very sensitive!!! He likes it a lot when you give him little smooches on his hands!!! It makes him a very happy Daichi!!!

🦵🏻Dates with him a very simple, as he is a simple broke high schooler, let him be.

🦵🏻Most of them consist of the two of you grabbing something to eat at a cafe or shopping for something together.

🦵🏻Also, idc, y’all have cooking dates where you teach each other how to make things and 9/10 both of you end up covered in flour.

🦵🏻Like I said, he doesn’t have a whole lot of money, but he does like to buy you something nice every once in a while. Maybe a new bracelet or a cute thing that reminded him of you.

🦵🏻You’ve got a lot of assorted gifts scattered across your shelves that he’s given you bc he’s precious and can’t help but buy everything he thinks you’ll like.

🦵🏻He’s not super creative with nicknames, preferring to stick with babe or baby or a variation of you name.

🦵🏻All around he’s a big sweetie who wants to give you the world.

Tendou

👹This RAT right here is the simultaneously the worst and the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.

👹First and foremost he is a tease, and he is relentless about it.

👹He thinks you’re just too cute when you’re flustered, he just can’t resist teasing you.

👹Though he’s the only one who can tease you the way he does, like sure other friends can poke fun at you, but he’s the only one who can tease you.

👹Despite his relentlessness on teasing, he’s super in tune to your emotions and knows when to back down and stop before it actually hurts you.

👹Still he’s not great at communicating his own emotions, but he puts in a huge effort in your relationship to be more open because he really cares even if he’s a little shit.

👹He’s your little shit.

👹You guessed it, guess monster here is a huge fan of PDA of any and all kinds — more specifically the kinds that annoy and inconvenience other people.

👹Like he will make out with you in the middle of shiratorizawa’s hallways and then smirk when he gets reprimanded by someone — probably semi or a teacher.

👹Gives you his jersey before games and always give you looks during the game and is just all around obvious about you being with him.

👹Please do that stereotypical launching yourself into his arms after he wins, he’ll give you so much shit but he totally openly loves it too.

👹SO uh, he’s a pretty possessive guy, which stems from his insecurities about his looks and personality being a bit too wild for you.

👹He knows you could do so much better, and his swears on his life he is not going to loose this chance he was given by whatever god is out there.

👹So most of the time when you’re around him he’s got a hand on you or is all over you, and even when he isn’t even near you he’s got something to show exactly who you’re dating.

👹His jacket, a hoodie or shirt, something a little more permanent on your neck maybe??? Who knows, so long as it gets the job done.

👹Luckily for him most people are pretty put off by him and don’t even attempt to flirt with you.

👹You know how his fingies are all bandaged and stuff, he likes it when you wrap them up and give his finger tips kisses before games. It makes his feel invincible.

👹Dates are a bit more extravagant with him, as he has more money to spend on you and having fun.

👹His favorites are arcades where the two of you mess around and try to beat the high scores on any of the games, or amusement parks where he sees you let loose and have fun.

👹Also, sidetone, he’s got a weird affinity for winning those rigged carnival games. You always go home with at least two giant stuffed animals he won for you.

👹He doesn’t actually get you gifts often, with most of the ones he does get you being candy or manga he want’s you to/you want to read.

👹His nicknames for you are just about anything he can think of, but his personal favorites are: angel, princess, sweet eternal goddess of his heart.

👹The last one is said mostly in jest… mostly.

👹Overall he’s still a big goofball, but now he just kind of loves you a lot. So yeah.

A/N: It is 3am at time of my finishing this. I’m in my feels, I want to get in contact with an old friend but I don’t want to bother her. Also I really love Tendou so fucking much, and I just am all around loosing my damn mind. Hope y’all don’t mind! Also, after doing a once over of this, why was I so infatuated with giving hands kissed?

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hatsukeii · 4 years ago

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@justanne Ilysm you know that right

This is the best idea I’ve gotten in a while

Pixel hearts // Kenma Kozume x Reader

Word count: 2.1k+

Warnings: Cursing, but nothing more because this is a crackpot of fluff

Summary: It all started with a pixel heart, and the rest was chaos.

“Dude, hold on, I’ll send you a heart.”

“Waiwaiwait why? Those are way too hard to earn, pudding-chan you don’t have to!”

The class was dead silent, the classroom filled with boredom as students listened to their literature teacher ramble on about some Shakespearean bullshit. Kenma’s classmates paid no mind to the blond as he fiddled away on his switch, earphones in. Literature was boring enough on its own, however it was simply a pain in the ass to have the oldest, most physically crippled teacher on campus teach them. There was no doubt Kenma wouldn’t listen in class. He had other resources that could help him ace this subject like he always did anyway. What mattered more, was his farm that he had spent months building. In order to maintain its pristine condition, he had to water the crops, feed the animals, clean out the stables, furnish the barn, then visit other farms to collect social points, all while fending off critters and monsters from his own. It was quite the hectic schedule for sure, but in the end, it was all worth it.

“Bear-san, take it as a way of me sending my never ending love to you.”

Blushing, you peeked up from your lap, scanning your eyes around the classroom. Almost everyone had their nose in their phones scrolling through social media, texting each other, even watching some... interesting stuff. Your math teacher looked completely uninterested, sitting at her desk as she marked papers, not even sparing a glance at the students. The class was supposed to complete the entire worksheet that was on the projector screen, yet no one seemed to even have something as basic as a pencil in hand. Pressing your earbud deeper into your ear, you gulped down a mouthful of saliva, praying not to be seen with your console under your desk. Seeing the red pixel heart pop up on the screen, your actual heart melted, a dorky smile plastered on your face. Pudding-chan was always a nice person, gifting you with crops and animals, and this time a heart, the hardest known currency to earn in game, accompanied by his flirty way with words.

“Ah, I can already feel the blooming love in my heart, oh dear, please catch me when I fall-”

“What on Earth do you think you’re doing in my math class young (Y/N)?”

Fuck.

Stopping in the middle of your sentence, your heart dropped as you peered up, only to be met with the furious, unrelenting glare of your math teacher. Other students stared, their phones suddenly gone as if they were never using it in the first place. A couple of boys snickered from the next row, earning an irritated look from your extremely annoyed teacher. In your ear, you could hear Pudding-chan’s voice, now laced with concern. You mentally apologised for not being able to respond with your fuming math teacher confiscating your console.

“Bear-san? Is everything okay?”

All he heard was a yell, before you were disconnected from the discord call. Cold sweat gathering at his temples, he thought of all the worst case scenarios. Were you kidnapped? Did your family take your console away and beat you? Oh shit, were you in an abusive relationship? Crap, were you being arrested? Was he never going to see you online again? Were you leaving him forever? This wasn’t the usual Kenma who was calm, analytical, and collected. You were the only other friend he had apart from Kuroo, there was no way he wasn’t worried out of his mind. The bell rang from the speaker across the classroom, signalling the end of class for students. Shoving the switch back into his bag, he grabbed his phone. Your status on discord now replaced with a grey circle, Kenma sighed in distress. Maybe you were just taking a break from gaming. Wait, that wasn’t a good thing either. Who was he going to game with then? You were the only person that managed to appeal to him in game, if you weren’t there, he’d be all alone in the world of Chubby Cows. He wanted you to stay with him. He knew he only enjoyed this dumb game because he was only able to talk to you whilst playing the game. If he lost you, he would seriously consider quitting the game and just never gaming again. He was about to sling his bag over his shoulder, when his teacher’s voice rang through the classroom.

“Class, we will be conducting a compulsory bag check. Students, please kindly unzip your bags and stand behind your chairs with your hands on your desk.”

Kenma’s eyes widened at the tricky situation that dawned upon him. Gaming devices were strictly prohibited in Nekoma High. He was only able to hide the switch from his teachers for so long because they never conducted bag checks. However, now that his console was comfily stuffed in his bag, there was no running from his inevitable outcome. Their literature teacher circled the classroom, checking every bag thoroughly. Not one tiny pocket was left unchecked. Teetering back and forth, the teen fidgeted with his fingers, watching as the teacher looked into the biggest pocket of his bag. Remembering that he put his switch in a hidden pocket of the bag, he sighed in relief. Squinting, the old man shuffled around his belongings, before walking away without any suspicions.

That was when a notification decided to pop up on the console.

Hearing the cheery chime of the notification, the teacher looked back, digging his hand in and checking through Kenma’s bag again. The man harshly unzipped the hidden pocket, pulling out the red and blue switch. The class landed their eyes upon the blond, occasionally giggling at how bad Kenma fucked up this time.

“Mr. Kozume, what is the meaning of this?”

“Sorry.”

The bald teacher cradled his face in his hands, never once letting go of the console.

“That won’t be enough. Detention after school in the principal’s office with me. Don’t expect to get your console back if you even think about skipping it.”

“Yes, Mr. Nakamura.”

Zipping his bag shut, the blond pulled the strap over his shoulder, before grabbing his phone.

Familiar numbers were dialled on the screen as Kenma held the device up to his ear.

“Yello- Oh, Kenma? What’s up buddy?”

“Hey Kuroo, I can’t come to practice today, sorry.”

From the other end of the line, Kuroo perked his brow.

“Huh? Why is that?”

“Mr. Nakamura found my switch. I have detention after school, so I’m gonna have to skip for today. Sorry.”

Sighing, the third year smiled softly, rolling his eyes a bit.

“As expected from Kenma Kozume, the game addicted teen. I’ll see you tomorrow, and don’t worry about practice.”

“Yeah, sorry.”

With that, Kenma ended the call, before grabbing his stuff and leaving in a frenzy.

“Ah, young (Y/N), take a seat next to Mr. Kozume.”

You rolled your eyes, slamming your backpack onto the desk as you gave the old teacher a stink eye. Just mere hours ago, you were happily gaming with your online love interest- no, friend. Now, you had to sit through another two hours of nothing but schoolwork. From next to you, Kenma sunk in his seat, completely done with everything that had to do with this day. The both of you stayed silent, waiting for Mr. Nakamura to say something.

“Both of you are to finish the work missed during your maths and literature lesson respectively. If you finish before two hours, you shall stay in this room until the time is up.”

Groaning out of frustration, the two of you went to grab your worksheets from the teacher’s desk, before heading back to your seats and plopping down. Sneering at the jumble of algebra and equations that awaited solving, you ripped a pencil out of your pencil case, starting on the questions. Oh you were gonna finish it. You were gonna finish it at such a terrifyingly quick pace that your pencil would break. Anything to shy away from the horror that is maths. It didn’t matter if you still had to sit there for another hour or two, just anything to stop the torture.

“Yo.”

The pencil lead beneath you snapped in half as you stopped abruptly. Looking to your right, you were met with a pair of golden irises.

“What’re you here for?”

Shuddering at the memory, you composed yourself before answering, head hanging low in embarrassment.

“I got caught playing video games in class, you?”

Chuckling to himself, Kenma didn’t even wait to reply.

“Hm, seems like we’re both in similar situations. Mr. Nakamuda over there found my switch in my bag during the bag check. What game were you playing?”

“U-uh-”

You stuttered upon your own words. How were you supposed to tell him you played some stupid game like Chubby Cows? He was cute, definitely, and you didn’t want to look like a tasteless idiot in front of him. First impressions matter, you know? How were you going to explain that you had no friends in real life, but only had one close friend (that mind you, you were kind of whipped for) in game? Was he going to think you were a pathetic loner? Oh god, was he going to spread rumours about you being a basic weirdo-

“So what game was it?”

To hell with it.

“Chubby...Chubby Cows... PLEASE DON’T MAKE FUN OF ME, I SWEAR I’LL DO ANYTHING JUST DON’T TELL PEOPLE PLEASE THEY’RE ALL GONNA THINK I’M STUPID AND CHILDISH AND-”

Kenma’s eyes lit up as he took in this new information.

“Chubby Cows? You play it too? Oh my god, and I thought I was the only one in this school that played it! Too bad, I only have one friend ingame, or I’d be able to start my own cult!”

Responding with just as much enthusiasm, you rambled on, Kenma listening to every single word.

“Oh my god! Yes! It’s so underrated! Deadass it’s kinda dumb but like it’s so cute! I also have a friend in the game, he’s super cool, you should add me and we can play together sometime! It’s gonna be so much fun if you, me, and him started a cult together! Add me, what’s your username?”

You grabbed your notebook and a coloured pen, ready to jot everything down.

“Oh, mine’s puddingheadboy, what about yours?”

You let out a gasp, surprising Kenma. This was him? This was the one person you’ve been playing with all along? He was right in front of your nose the whole time?

“Wait... pudding-chan?”

Furrowing his brows in confusion, Kenma tilted his head, waiting for you to explain.

“Wow, a nickname already? That’s what my friend calls me too-”

“DUDE! IT’S ME! BEAR-SAN! HOLY SHIT, YOU WERE IN NEKOMA ALL ALONG, HOW COULD I HAVE NOT GUESSED?”

The blond’s eyes widened in realisation as a grin spread across his face.

“Wait, you’re bearoncrack? Seriously?”

“YEAH!”

Kenma could not believe what he was hearing and neither could you. To think that fate somehow brought the two of you together was absolutely insane. Who would’ve thought that the world was such a small place? The two of you were practically shaking with excitement at this revelation, when Mr. Nakamura decided to ruin the mood.

“What are the two of you clambering over? There’s still thirty minutes to go, zip it and get to work.”

Rolling your eyes, you continued to work on the worksheets. This dude was a literature teacher? Seriously? He really just used the word clamber wrong, what a dunce. You were only halfway through the pile of math worksheets that was presented in front of your desk, but holy shit were you feeling absolutely fantastic now that you finally found out who your online friend of half a year was in real life. Feeling a piece of paper hit your head, you glanced towards the floor to see a crumpled paper ball. Picking it up, you read the contents of the note.

“(Y/N), right? I’m Kenma.”

Smiling to yourself, you grabbed your pencil, writing “Yeah, it’s great to finally meet you pudding-chan.” Under his text, before folding the paper back into an airplane and throwing it back at the blond. Seeing your response, Kenma went a light shade of pink, goofily smiling as he wrote something down hastily. You bit your lip in anticipation waiting for his response. To your excitement, you received a reply almost moments later, this time the ball of paper landing on your worksheet instead of the side of your head.

“I was wondering if you wanna go out sometime, I can’t wait to get to know you better, internet buddy Bear-san:D Maybe that way I can send you a pixel heart in real life><”

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summahsunlight · 4 years ago

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Worth the Risk, Part 2

Rating: T

Word Count: 1591

Pairing: Army Pilot!Poe Dameron x Nurse!Reader (1940s AU)

Summary: It’s the 1940s, Army pilot and Captain Poe Dameron is flying on missions for the United States Army in Europe. After being shot down off the coast of France, Poe wakes up in an Army hospital in England, to find you, a nurse, taking care of him. Throughout the process of his recovery, Poe finds himself falling for you, and even though you, for the most part, maintain a professional relationship with him–you’re falling for him as well. Both of you know the risks of falling in love during a war, but then again, both of you have never cared much for being cautious.

Warnings: Language

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Here is the second part❤️ Taglist is open! If you would like to be added you can always message me, leave an ask, or comment here☺️ I did my best to proof read this and try to stay as historical accurate as possible.

The next time Poe woke, you weren’t there. Instead, his best friend and fellow pilot, Captain Temmin Wexley was seated there, smoking a cigarette. Snap, as he was known to his friends, smiled, the smoke wisping around his face. “You’ve got to be the luckiest bastard I’ve ever known, Dameron. How ya feeling, buddy?”

Poe struggled to sit up straighter, sharp pain shooting through his entire body and he cried out softly. “Like every bone in my body is fucking broken. Promise me something, Snap; next time you go out there, shoot down as many as those fucking Nazis as you can.”

Snap chuckled and took a final drag on his cigarette. He snuffed it out in the nearby ash tray. “Easy enough promise to make; I try to do that every time I go up.”

“Bastards killed my crew,” Poe murmured. “We were just about to go out over the Channel when they hit us. Blew my engine. I told them to jump before I hit the water. I thought I was giving them a chance, Snap--instead, I told them to jump to their deaths. Some commanding office I am.”

“I’m sorry, Poe,” Snap replied, frowning. “I know what those boys meant to you. Never easy losing brothers that way. You had no way of knowing that they were going to die before help arrived. Fuck, from what I’m told you should be dead as well.”

“Yeah, who told you that?”

“Oh, the cute nurse, the Lieutenant.”

“She’s cute? Hadn’t noticed.”

“Fuckin’ liar.”

Poe threw a mock glare towards Snap, but at the same time happened to catch sight of you across the room, putting supplies away. His expression immediately softened and he wasn’t aware that he was staring at you until Snap cleared his throat and chuckled. “Okay,” the Army captain relented, “she’s cute.”

Snap reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lighting up a fresh one. “You should ask her out; bet she’ll find it hard to resist your charms.”

Rolling his eyes, Poe briefly allowed him to glance at you. Would you even consider going out with him? His flirting the other day had yielded very little results. “I dunno... a girl like her... she probably has a boyfriend.”

“Not according to my intel.”

“Hey... aren’t you married?”

“Happily. I’m just doing my boy a favor.”

“Snap, I don't need you to get me a date.”

“No? Why are you still single then Dameron? You have the looks.”

His mind wandered to the ring tucked away in his locker back on base. It had been his mothers and she had left it to him when she died, hoping that one day he gave it to the right person. Poe had thought he’d found the right person, back before joining the Army, before flight school and now the war--but she had broken his heart when she ran off with someone else to New York City.

You were making your way over towards his bed now, thankfully, because Poe didn’t have to answer Snap’s question. As you approached his cot, you smiled, that same stunning smile that had greeted him when he woke up the first time after his crash. She plucked the cigarette out of Snap’s mouth and put it out. “Captain, smoking around a patient that nearly died isn’t a good idea. We want Captain Dameron’s lungs to get stronger--not weaker.”

Snap threw Poe a sly grin. “True. We wouldn’t want to mess with his stamina now, would we?”

Poe flushed and wished his wasn’t in so much pain that he could punch Snap in the face. “Wexley! Shut up!”

“If you’re so worried about stamina, Captain Wexley, then you really should stop smoking,” you quipped before walking away, leaving both pilots staring wide-eyed after you.

“That one is a keeper, Dameron,” Snap finally spoke after several seconds of silence. “I wouldn’t waste time or some other guy is gonna snatch her up.”

“Not sure if you’re aware--I’m in no position to snatch anyone up.”

“You’re young, strong, you’ll bounce back, Dameron.”

He wasn’t so sure--not this time. Physically, Poe was certain that the doctors and nurses would patch him up--emotionally--that was another story. He wasn’t sure how much more of this war he could take. Already they had been fighting for two years and it felt like they were getting nowhere. Europe was still under control of the Nazis. Poe often found himself longing for the simple, hard work that his father’s ranch offered him. “You ever think this war is gonna end, Snap?”

Pausing, Snap regarded him cautiously. It had been a year and a half since he last saw his wife and he had yet to meet his very own son--so this was a question that popped into his head often. Hearing it come out of Poe’s mouth surprised him--Poe was usually the idealist. “Imagine it has to end someday. Eventually there will be none of us left to kill.”

Poe sighed and stared at the ceiling. “Yeah,” he whispered, He felt something tap his knee and he looked over to see Snap smiling at him, sadly, but encouragingly.

“Listen, kid,” Snap said, “I gotta go report in. Hang in there. And for the love of God, Poe, ask the pretty nurse out.”

“I’ll think about it but I’m making no promises, Wexley,” Poe countered, watching as Snap stood up.

The older man put his cover on and tipped his head towards you--you had been watching the entire time--and then Snap was gone, heading back to the war while Poe lay in a hospital bed, body broken thanks to that very war.

Across the room, you handed off the task of sorting through freshly delivered medical supplies to another nurse and made your way towards Poe’s bed. You were mildly concerned about how he was presenting himself--there was much of a sparkle in his eyes today. “Did Captain Wexley have to leave?” you asked, stepping up next to the bed.

Poe nodded, slowly and then let out a muffled sigh. “Yeah, he had to report in.”

Pretending to fix his blankets, you said, “It was nice that he dropped by to see you. He asked a lot of question about your condition, if you’d make a full recovery and be able to fly again. Nice to have a friend like him.”

“Will I fly again, Lieutenant?”

“Doctor Hux says it’s too soon to tell.”

“What do you say?”

“That you're stubborn enough that it might just happen.”

Poe managed a smile at that remark. “Stubborn? You think I’m stubborn?”

Smiling, shyly, you shrugged your shoulders. “Anyone who survived what you did has to be stubborn. So, am I correct to assume that you’re stubborn?”

He chuckled. “According to my dad, I’m the most stubborn person that he knows. ‘Course, can’t blame him--it wasn’t easy raising me on that ranch after mom passed. Our relationship wasn’t so easy after that. I should... damn it...I should write him another letter. He worries, ya know, when he hasn’t heard from me in a while.”

You continued to smooth his blankets. “Do you want me to get you some paper and a pen? Writing to your father might help pass some of the time that you’re forced to lay in this bed.”

“Not sure I have enough to say to him to pass a lot of time.”

“Sure you do. Tell him about your crew, the men that served with you.”

“I don’t know if I should tell him I crashed.”

“Why not?”

Poe glanced at you, softly grinning. “Because he might be on the next flight out to England. No one here wants that, trust me, he’ll try to take over the entire hospital.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “If he knows how to dress a wound--I’d welcome him with open arms.”

“I’ve seen him treat an angry bull.”

“Oh, well, then he’ll fit in here.”

A wide grin spread across Poe’s face. You made being in this awful place so much better. Poe was a man of action and being confined to bed was hell for him. At least he had your smiling face to look forward to each day. For a moment he forgot about his injuries and tried moving, but intense pain coursed through his body and he gasped.

You immediately helped him settle back against the pillows. “Are you in pain? I can get you a dose of morphine.”

Poe shook his head, another movement that caused a lot of pain, but he’d be damned if he showed you that he was weak. “No, no, I’m fine. I don’t need the morphine.”

Taking a deep breath, you watched him, intensely. “Are you sure about that? Try telling me that without clenching your jaw.” You moved away from his bed and went to prepare a morphine dose. He must have been in a lot of pain because he didn’t protest when you injected him with the dose. “Give it a few moments to work, alright, Captain?”

Sighing, Poe nodded. He closed his eyes. I must look like such a coward to her, he thought, can’t even stand a little pain. He felt your hand on his cheek and he opened his eyes to see you looking at him softly, with understanding.

Before going to check on the other patients, you kindly told him that there was no way anyone would think he was weak or a coward.

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freedom-shamrock · 4 years ago

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Hero Cafe - Chapter 4

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<<< Check out Chapter 1 << Go back to Chapter 3

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Viperion was running casual rounds, what Chat liked to call pop-up patrol, though he usually added a pun in there somewhere, when his lyre chirped with an incoming call. He rolled across the next flat rooftop, shedding his momentum and coming to a stop. He pressed on the correct yellow diamond on the instrument and weapon to pop up his communicator screen.

"Hey Chat," he said with a smile. "Long time no see." He pressed the tip of his tongue to the back of one fang. Those had been a surprise development when he became an adult, by miraculous standards. He was used to them, but they were fun to press his extra-sensitive snake tongue to. In time, Chat Noir had picked up a set of sharp teeth as well, and Ladybug acquired actual functioning wings.

"Good to see you're back," Chat replied. "Short visit or long one, this time?" He was carrying a box wrapped in the same brown paper as all the gifts he'd been leaving for Marinette.

"A nice long stay." He was glad to be home for the foreseeable future. While he enjoyed traveling and performing, he didn't care for the drama, headaches, and chaos. His mum's boat had more than enough chaos to tide him over for a lifetime. Plus, Marinette, his heart and home, was here. It was no surprise to anyone who knew him that he was more creative, writing loads more music, when he was here.

"Excellent," Chat said with a purr. "That being the case, there's a new place you need to see." His grin was eager and almost as full of joy as he'd seen on the young man Luka knew hid behind that mask.

"Is there, now?" Viperion drawled, suspecting he'd already seen it. But it would harm no one to let Chat Noir think he'd brought him there. It would also provide him more information on the situation.

"Hells to the yeah," Chat replied. "Let's meet up, and I'll show you." He held up the box in one hand. "I have something to drop off anyway."

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"Now before we get there," Chat said, pausing on the edge of a rooftop to give Viperion as serious a look as he'd ever seen on the cat's face. "Are you fortunate enough to be familiar with the angel known as Marinette Dupain-Cheng?" He waved one hand and quickly amended, "No identifiers, just… do you know who she is?"

Viperion grinned. Oh, he knew her all right, and since Chat's civilian self was there when Ladybug gave him the snake miraculous, he knew the other man was aware of who he was and that he knew Marinette. But appearances had to be maintained. "You could say I'm well acquainted with her, and her work."

Chat beamed at him and hopped happily from one foot to the other. "Oh good. She's so invested in the things she does, and you can't really know her if you aren't at least passing familiar with her work."

Viperion nodded. Chat wasn't wrong.

"So…" Chat took a deep breath. "Are you a member of the crushing on Marinette club?"

He squashed the laugh that wanted to erupt out. Melodie tried to warn him, but he thought she was being melodramatic. "There's…" He cleared his throat. "There's a club?"

Chat snorted. "Of course there's a club. I mean… you've seen her. She's just amazing." He sighed dreamily. "So clever, so quick, and all in that adorable package."

"She is the whole package," Viperion agreed. The'd been officially dating for just shy of two weeks, and that was just enough time to realize how much more incredible she was than he'd previously thought. "Pretty sure I'm the president of the club. I've been crushing on her for… a very long time."

"Pffft. Good luck wrestling that title away from Queenie and Ryuko," Chat said, laughing.

It was as he'd expected. The entire team was drawn to her, and it made sense. She was divine creation and deserved all the affection. And they were all improved from their interactions with her. She made them all better, stronger, happier, just more of who they were simply by her presence, even if the rest of the team wasn't aware of that.

"Anyway, as if she wasn't already the pinnacle of perfection, she made a very special place for the heroes of Paris." He led the way to Marinette's balcony.

While Luka had seen the Hero Cafe several times with his precious muse, coming to it from the rooftops let him see it the way the other heroes surely had. It was an oasis just for them, painstakingly crafted with all their needs and comfort in mind. As he landed lightly on the floor, it felt less like a mere place and more like a love letter to the heroes in her care. He couldn't have kept the smile from his face even if he wanted to, and he really didn't want to.

Even before being paired with Tikki, before taking on the mantle of guardian, Marinette obviously had so much love to give. Her dual roles only enhanced that, and while he was sure she would have been content dating just himself, coming to the cafe like this with Chat reinforced his belief that she'd be happier if she was allowed to love all of them in whatever way she was called to. Who knew that being on the road so often with Jagged would open his eyes and his heart to relationship options that would better fit his own situation?

"Isn't it incredible?" Chat asked, pulling Viperion out of his own headspace.

"It really is," Viperion agreed softly. Yes. He'd make sure Marinette understood how important this really was to the other heroes, if it was the last thing he did. He felt the huge smile stretching his face. He was going to enjoy that.

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Luka swept his hand over the top of the chest he'd helped Marinette disassemble, transport, and reassemble on the balcony. They'd found it when they were wandering about Port de Grenelle. One of the larger yacht owners was getting rid of it as part of a remodel. It was designed to take the weather, but having been on a rich person's yacht, it was more attractive than the storage cubbies on the Liberty. It was a perfect addition to Marinette's cafe, allowing another place for outdoor storage, but also serving as a bench for times when more of the team was present and the few chairs weren't enough.

Marinette opened the chest and tucked in the little bins she'd been assembling in her sewing corner for the past week.

"Whatchya got there, Melodie?" he asked, leaning forward in interest. He was surprised when she handed him the one labeled Viperion.

She grinned at him. "Go ahead. Open it up."

He unlatched the lid and peeked inside to find fabric the teal color of his super suit. He raised an eyebrow. "What did you make…" he glanced at the stack of bins. "...for all of us?"

Marinette giggled. "You'll have to take it out to see. And it's too late to stop me. They're all done already."

He let out a snort. "As if I could deny you." All she had to do was shoot him the kitten eyes, and even if his goal was to help her, he'd cave. Well… she didn't quite know that. And to be fair, if her well-being were truly at stake, he was pretty sure he could even endure those. He pulled out a loose pair of sweats, a zip hoodie, and a soft fabric domino mask a little larger than the one Sass provided, and without the fangs.

"They're in case anyone needs or wants to transform while they're here." She pointed to the extra fabric he'd helped her hang in the corner two days ago. "That'll drop into a privacy screen. Heroes can go back there, transform, change, and come out looking mostly like their transformed selves in their own themed sweats." She beamed at him.

He shook his head, knowing there was a stupid smile on his face and not caring at all. "This is why you're the guardian," he murmured. "You think of everything. You take such good care of us." He set aside the bin and leaned into her space, close enough to feel the heat of her skin on his own. "And in return, I plan to take very good care of you." He heard her breath catch a little.

She tilted her head just enough to meet his eyes, her bottom lip trapped in her teeth for a moment. "Is that a promise, or a threat?" she asked, all Ladybug in attitude and posture.

"Yes." He gently pounced at her, lowering her to the floor as he kissed her stupid.

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Luka was cuddling with Marinette in the Hero Cafe when Chat Noir stopped by. It turned out that the new storage chest made a great loveseat.

"Ah," Chat said, looking a bit surprised. "Princess! Good evening!"

Luka smothered his laugh as he saw the black cat awkwardly attempting to hide a parcel behind his back. He loosened his grip on his girlfriend and gently encouraged her to go meet the hero.

"What do you have there, Kitty?" she asked knowingly.

Chat Noir smiled meekly. "A token of my appreciation." It sounded like a question.

"I've told you I don't need gifts, right?" she asked.

Chat nodded, his shoulders hunched a little so he could cant his head up for the most effective angle for his kitten eyes. Adrien definitely knew how to position his body for the best impact. "But Princess," he whined plaintively. "You're awesome and deserve gifts."

Luka couldn't hold back the chuckle then. "C'mon Melodie. Let the nice cat give you a gift. He's right."

Chat beamed at Luka, clearly appreciating being backed up.

"Oh." Marinette looked at the two of them, suddenly a bit flustered. Luka knew she could hold her own around either of them, but she was still kind of new to the idea that she was allowed to like them both, and it wasn't common for her to be Marinette around both of them. "Um… Chat, this is Luka. Luka, this is Chat Noir, obviously."

Luka reached out and shook Chat's hand, finding this whole thing amusing. "Have a seat. Let us get you fixed up with a snack or something." He waved toward the cafe chairs and eased past the hero and his girlfriend to reach the refrigerator.

Chat glanced from Luka to Marinette. "Uh, I don't mean to interrupt."

"Pffft! As if," Marinette said with a giggle. "This is the Hero Cafe. You are welcome here any time."

"You're not interrupting anything," Luka added. "We were waiting for you."

Chat's eyes went round in his surprise. "You were?"

Marinette bounced a bit on her toes in her excitement. "Luka helped me set up some new amenities." She scampered over and demonstrated the drop curtain. "You now have a changing cubicle, if you need it." She peeked out from behind the curtain. "Luka fits no problem, so it should be more than big enough for any of the heroes."

"And that's not even the best part," Luka added.

Marinette tugged the rope to raise the curtain before pouncing toward the storage chest. "I've made a sweatsuit for every hero." She pulled out the top two boxes, showing the labels of Viperion and Chat Noir."

Chat was absolutely silent as he opened his box, and the joy and awe on his face was something he'd never seen his friend wear before.

"You want some of Papa Tom's classic stew from tonight, or the orange sesame chicken from last night?" Luka asked, pulling out a plate as he looked over the menu on the whiteboard.

"Oh…" Chat fumbled a little, quickly sneaking a hug to the hoodie before carefully folding it back up. "I don't really need anything. I should probably get back to work."

"You should probably have a meal first," Marinette countered.

Chat looked down at his hands, a hint of pink visible in his cheeks despite the low light. "I'll take the orange chicken."

Luka assembled a plate, popping it into the microwave.

"Is there milk in the refrigerator, or did I forget to bring that up?" Marinette asked.

"I can go get it," Luka assured her. He'd distracted her from her stocking task, after all.

Marinette shook her head and darted down her ladder before he could stop her. "No worries. I got it."

Luka shook his head, letting out a breathy laugh. His Melodie was capable of great bravery, but she could also bolt in panic at the first hint of intimidating conversations.

"So… are you two dating?" Chat asked. It was only because Luka knew both Adrien and Chat so well that he could see the other man bracing himself for painful news. His smile went a little pinched.

"Yes, but," Luka replied.

Instead of looking hurt, Chat looked confused, which was definitely preferable. "Yes… but?"

"Yes, we are dating," Luka added, considering the best way to explain. He was glad they'd gotten Chat Noir solo for this first. "But we don't have a traditional relationship." He pulled the plate out of the microwave and went to join Chat near the table. He only had to wave toward the bin that doubled as a bench, and the hero sat down. "I know Marinette is special to other people."

Chat blinked at him in surprise, but didn't speak.

"And I know you're one of the people she holds in highest regard," Luka added.

The poor cat hero was apparently surprised and flustered to receive such praise. They needed to work on his self-esteem, probably on both sides of his mask.

"I knew that before we even talked about dating." Luka shrugged. "At least before we talked about how a relationship might work now that I'm done traveling for a while." A polyamorous relationship hadn't really occurred to him before his more recent tour run. It turned out that Jagged's drummer was a member of a long term triad.

"And… you're okay with me coming here? Giving her gifts?" Chat asked.

"I don't own her," Luka explained. "And it would be terribly wrong of me to try to control who she sees and spends time with. Ultimately, I want my Melodie to be happy." He shrugged again. "Sure, she might be able to be happy with just me, and she was willing to try that, but I think she'll be happiest if she's not expected to be so… restrictive in her affections."

"Oh." Chat Noir sat with his hands folded neatly in his lap, his mouth a tight O and his eyes as wide as pie plates. "So… it's okay that I like her?"

Luka smiled, nodding. "It's fine with me, and I can assure you that she does like you. Very much." While it might have been good for Marinette to have this conversation herself, he wanted to help her. "And it's not exactly a platonic feeling."

Marinette appeared with a jug of milk. "I'm back. Sorry about that." Her music was adorably flustered, and he suspected she'd had to talk herself into coming back up here to have this important conversation.

"Get Chat his drink and come sit with us, Melodie," he suggested, settling himself on the bench with just enough space between himself and Chat for her.

Marinette did as he asked, though she initially attempted to sit on one of the chairs. Luka slipped a long arm around her and tugged her into place between them. "So… uh… what have you two been talking about?"

Luka gave her a sly smile as he slipped an arm around her.

When she turned to Chat, the hero immediately went flustered. "Ah… eh… Luka was explaining your relationship?"

"There's no need to be nervous," Luka assured the other man. "Or shy. Though if you prefer to talk about this without me, I understand."

Chat did not look reassured.

"No," Marinette said quietly. She shook her head. "No, that's not how I want to do it."

"Okay." Luka gave her a gentle side hug. "You're in charge of this, Melodie. We'll do things how you want, and at your pace." He knew it was the right response when she leaned into him for a moment.

"This is kind of new and I'm really awkward," she muttered.

Luka chuckled and met Chat's softly amused look.

Chat cleared his throat. "So you two have an… open relationship? Is that the right name for it?" He obviously wanted to help make things easier for Marinette, and that only endeared him to Luka more.

"Not…" Marinette huffed. "It's not exactly open. We're not... neither of us are just going to go out and date other people. That's not what this is. There's… more communication than that. But, we're not opposed to bringing other people into the relationship." After their initial conversation about what their relationship could look like, she'd gone on a research bender, reading anything she could about polyamorous relationships. She'd brought back each new understanding to Luka, either over the phone or in person so they could discuss what was a fit for them.

"So a new person in the relationship would be dating both of you?" Chat asked, his head tilted.

Luka buried his smile in Marinette's hair. While he wouldn't personally be adverse to that, he had no clue where Adrien fell on the romantic or sexual spectrums.

"Not… exactly." Marinette frowned and stared at her toes. "So if one of us wants to date someone else, in addition to each other, we'll talk about it. It's a… respectful check in to make sure everything still feels comfortable and good. It's not a good idea to use polyamory as a bandage for a relationship that isn't working." Her mountains of research were showing. "And you might be surprised how often people do that. So we check in. And if things aren't okay, we address that first, figure out what's wrong and deal with it before complicating things with another person." She glanced at Luka and he offered her an encouraging smile. "These people could be dating just one of us, or both of us. And each relationship will have its own negotiation and agreement."

"Oh, wow." Chat swallowed, and Luka realized his pupils were larger than normal. "That's… it sounds like really thoughtful planning, but also kinda complicated."

"Life is kinda complicated," Luka offered. "And it gets more so any time we make a new friend or add something new to our lives, hobbies, people…"

"Instruments," Marinette teased.

Luka chuckled. "Yes, instruments definitely complicate things."

Chat looked amused. "Really?"

"He's got this hurdy gurdy that is such a dramatic shit," Marinette pointed out. "It has a tantrum if it's not played every three days or so and goes wildly out of tune."

"Clyde is a dramatic shit," Luka agreed.

"He had to make space in his luggage to bring it with on his last tour because it was such a brat last time he went away." She giggled happily. "How did your bandmates like Clyde?"

Luka snorted. "They could all relate. Jagged has an acoustic guitar that does the same thing."

They sat in silence for a moment, smiles on all their faces before Chat finally spoke again. "I imagine being a superhero makes relationships even more complicated."

"Probably," Luka agreed. "But maybe a lot of the complications there are more superficial than you think. Or it gets easier with practice."

"And with anything, you have to weigh the positives against the negatives," Marinette suggested. "You have to figure out if it's worth the complication."

Chat nodded. "Yeah. Definitely not something to rush into without thinking it through."

"Enough serious stuff," Luka said. "You should eat your dinner before it gets cold, and we should watch that movie if we're going to."

"We could bring the laptop up here if you'd like to join us," Marinette offered.

"Thank you for the invite, Princess. But I think I'm going to pass for tonight. I do have work to get back to." Chat gave her a sweet smile. "But perhaps another time we could do that."

Luka encouraged Marinette down into her room so they could leave Chat to his thoughts.

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acanvasofabillionsuns · 4 years ago

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Just Get Together Already

for @raaindropps happy birthday amor!!!

thank you to @main-chive and @an-absolute-failure for beta-ing!!

Summary: Janus and Roman are #dense. Everyone and their boyfriend is tired of this. Warnings: a couple death threats (in the vein of “i’m mildly upset with you but i’m not going to actually do anything”) Wordcount: 3257

“Amor, I hate to ask, but… are you cheating on me?”

“No! I would never!”

His reply comes a little quickly, however, and Rose narrows her eyes suspiciously. “So I have no need to fight anyone for your hand?”

“I will fight you!” Someone leaps out from around the corner and both of them gasp at the newcomer. They’re wearing a domino mask, obscuring their identity until they declare, “It is I! Janice! I have come to win Vincent’s heart!”

“Then fight me!” Rose responds, drawing her sword, and Janice mirrors her. They both crouch, each watching for the slightest twitch that will give away the other’s attack. At the same time, they lunge towards each other, sword meeting sword and steel clashing together.

“And now I’m too lazy and also it sounds really tedious to make you take turns stabbing at each other, so we’ll just have you both roll and whoever gets higher wins the sword fight. Sound good?”

“But where’s the drama in that? The tension of their rivalry? The excitement of forcing one to yield?” Roman laments, then gasps. “Do we not even get to see who draws first blood?”

“Janice leaves her side undefended for a split second too long and Rose manages to nick her arm,” Remy deadpans. “Happy?”

“I suppose,” Roman groans.

“If you don’t think you’re good enough to beat me in a single roll…” Janus trails off, raising an eyebrow.

“Ha!” Roman scoffs. “Grab your dice, loser, I’ve got a +5 to dexterity and I am not going to concede victory to someone with a 0 modifier.” He pauses, looking over to Remy. “This is a dexterity roll, right?”

“Yeah, sure.” Remy waves nis hand. Roman and Janus both roll, Roman so dramatically that his die falls off the table and he has to search the floor.

“Haha! 12 plus 5 equals 17!” Roman cheers, picking up the die, at the same time Janus calls out, “17.”

“What?” Roman asks. “No it’s not. Let me see.” He peers over at their die. “Huh. It’s a tie.” He looks up at Remy. “What does that mean?”

“It means,” Virgil interjects, “that right as one of you is about to force the other to yield, Vincent cries out, ‘Wait!’ and runs between you.

“‘There is no need to fight for my hand when I have two,’ he says. ‘I can simply date both of you; it shouldn’t come to this. What do you say?’”

“Rose instinctively scoffs at the offer. Share Vincent? With Janice? Inconceivable!” Janus levels Roman a Look, and he continues hastily, “But when she sees that her close-mindedness would lose her her love, she acquiesces.”

“Janice accepts the offer at once, happy to stay with her lover and have a solution that works out for all of them.”

“And so the three of them—I don’t know, cuddle or something—and live happily ever after until the next adventure.” Remy concludes.

“Now that this plot is resolved, can we fight some dragons or something?” Roman asks eagerly.

“Yeah!” Virgil seconds. “This is DnD, not some reality TV drama; the relationship stuff is interesting enough, but it doesn’t really scream adventure.”

“Look, girls, I’m DMing the best I can, okay? If you don’t like it find someone else to deal with the three of you,” Remy tells them. “I promise next time it’ll be more exciting or whatever, but figuring out the relationship stuff is necessary.” Ne shrugs. “If that doesn’t ‘scream adventure’ to you then congratulations, the boring part’s over.”

“It’s not boring,” Virgil protests.

Remy stands up. “Whatever, doll. I’m gonna go get more Starbies.” Ne leaves.

Virgil slumps back in his chair. “I pissed nym off, didn’t I?”

“It was a group effort,” Roman offers.

“Ne’ll get over it; give nym some time to cool down and then say you like nis DMing and it’ll be fine,” Janus says.

“Alright.” Virgil nods. “Thanks.”

“No problem, dear.”

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roman lettuce: you gays wanna go to the mall later?

too tired for this: sure

mr. snekman: sure

and suddenly: sure

roman lettuce: ew who said you could come

and suddenly: you asked the whole chat

roman lettuce: so?????

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“I still don’t see why he has to come,” Roman sighs.

“Because he’s my friend, and Janus’s friend, and you did ask the whole chat,” Virgil points out. “He wanted to come; just because you’re his brother doesn’t mean you get to ban him from hanging out with us.”

“But I’m your boyfriend,” Roman tries. “Surely that counts for something?”

Virgil hums consideringly, looking him up and down. “You aren’t that pretty.”

“Hey!”

Virgil snickers, bumping their shoulders. “Relax, I’m kidding.”

Roman huffs, brushing imaginary wrinkles out of his shirt. “I know,” he mumbles.

“Princey, seriously, I was joking. You’re gorgeous.”

“Princey?” Roman echoes. “That’s a new one.”

“Yeah, because you’re my Prince Charming.” Roman’s face flames at that, and Virgil smirks.

“Now, do you want to keep complaining about your brother being here when you really don’t mind that much, or do you want to accompany me to Claire’s so we can pretend you dragged me there and I can get new nail polish while maintaining my image?”

“Oooh, I wanna see if they have any new sparkly ones!” Roman says excitedly, then pauses. “Promise not to complain if I take a while looking at earrings and stuff?”

“Maximum of twice, and purely to keep up edgy appearances,” Virgil promises.

“Good enough! Onward!” Roman grabs his hand and drags him through the mall.

It’s half an hour later when they’re leaving Claire’s that either of them think to ask where the other half of their group went.

“Welllll, Remus will probably have dragged Janus to Spencer’s—” Roman starts.

“Right, and Janus will say they went along so they wouldn’t be alone but mostly went to look around, too—”

“—but by now they’ll be done looking and maybe have bought something, so probably best to not look there—”

“—and Janus will probably insist they need food if they’re going to deal with Remus any longer, plus they’re probably wondering where we are too, and they know how much I love snacking while wandering around the mall, so they probably dragged Remus to the food court to eat and also wait for us to show up.” Virgil concludes.

“Brilliant as always, amor,” Roman says, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

Virgil flushes a little. “You too.”

“And so eloquent!” Roman teases. Virgil elbows him.

“Let’s just go find the others.”

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“So,” Remus stretches the word out until he’s completely out of breath.

Janus rolls their eyes. “Yes?”

“You wanna help me see how many fries I can shove in my mouth before I choke on them?” Remus wiggles his eyebrows.

“No,” Janus deadpans, wondering if it’s too soon to roll their eyes again. Is there a specific amount of time that needs to elapse between eyerolls? Not important.

“Okay!” Remus says, dropping the topic much too quickly. Janus squints at him. “Let’s talk about Roman, then.”

Janus squints harder. “What about Roman?”

“How you want to date him.” And there it is.

“Let’s go back to the fry thing,” Janus tries. Remus cackles.

“Nope!”

Janus sighs. “Fine. Why do you think I want to date Roman?”

“Please, I’ve seen the way you look at him. And the way he looks at you! You two should get over yourselves and just kiss already.”

Janus ignores most of what Remus said to ask, “What about Virgil?”

“He’s dating both of you! He’s not going to care.”

“This is Virgil we’re talking about; he’d probably think we were leaving him for each other,” Janus points out.

“Yeahhh,” Remus agrees. “Hm.”

“And speaking of Virgil, just because Roman’s willing to be metamours with me doesn’t mean he wants to date me,” Janus tells him.

Remus sighs. “But he does want to date you.”

“Who wants to date Janus?” Roman interjects, he and Virgil walking over to them.

“Me,” Virgil says, sliding into the booth next to them and squeezing their hand, smiling at them.

“An idiot,” Remus says, grinning sharply at Roman. “Not that you’re an idiot, V, or that anyone wanting to date you is an idiot for it, JanJan.”

Virgil sighs lowly. “Thanks, Rem.”

“Yeah, yeah. Hey! Do you guys want to see how many fries I can fit into my mouth before I choke on them?”

“Why?” Roman groans. Virgil simply scrunches up his face.

Remus sighs. “You’re all so boring.”

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“So. Roman.” Patton perches on Roman’s bed and smiles widely at him. He doesn’t say anything else.

“So?” Roman echoes after a moment.

“You and Remus went to the mall today?” Patton asks. “With Virgil and Janus?”

“Yeah?” Roman asks. They’d told Patton that when they left, why is he asking when he already knows that? And, “What’s with the emphasis on Janus’s name?” Patton smiles cryptically.

“Get anything new?”

“I got some nail polish?” Roman offers. “Matte pastel blue.” Patton’s eyes widen with interest, but it doesn’t seem like that’s the answer he’s looking for.

“Anything else?” At Roman’s bewildered, get-to-your-point look, he adds, “Liiiiiiike a datemate, maybe?”

Roman blushes bright red. “No! Janus doesn’t like me like that.” Patton sighs. “No, don’t sigh at me like that, they don’t!”

“If you say so,” Patton singsongs.

“I do say so,” Roman says, a little disgruntled by how clearly Patton doesn’t believe him. “They’ve given zero indication that they like me, and I don’t even know if they’re poly or not! And even if they are poly, why would they like me? Just because we’re both dating Virgil doesn’t mean they’re interested in me too.”

“Ignoring the many indications that they like you that you’re just too oblivious to notice, they would like you because you’re pretty, and kind, and a good person, and you try your best and don’t give up, and you’re always unapologetically yourself, which is really admirable, and you’re amazing.”

Roman, embarrassed from such praise, skips over genuinely reacting to it to gasp dramatically. “Patton! You’re my brother! You’re not supposed to like me.”

“So you know you’re getting a critical, objective opinion when I say all this,” Patton grins.

“Doesn’t it being an opinion mean that it can’t be objective?” Roman asks.

“Irrelevant!”

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i’m the brother of an idiot: I’m going to go insane :)

i’m dating two idiots: elaborate??

i’m the brother of an idiot: Direct quote from Roman about Janus “they’ve given 0 indication they like me” yes they have???

i’m dating two idiots: ah

i’m dating two idiots: understandable, have a nice day

i’m the brother of an idiot: Thank u

im the twin of an idiot: can i pls just lokc them in a closet oh my god

i’m dating two idiots: u know what

i’m dating two idiots: lemme do my plan

i’m dating two idiots: and if that doesn’t work go wild

im the twin of an idiot: alright fine

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“Aw, yeah, date night with the homies.” Virgil flops onto the couch in between Roman and Janus. “What movie are we watching?”

“Before the two of you say anything,” Roman starts, and Janus groans. “Before the two of you say anything, just hear me out.”

“Must we?” Janus asks.

“Unfortunately,” Virgil teases.

“You both may be wondering, ‘Roman, haven’t you watched this movie enough times to have memorized the script? When will it be enough?’ And to that I reply that there are never enough times you can watch Tangled.”

“Didn’t we watch that last movie night?” Janus asks.

“I refer you to ‘there are never enough times you can watch Tangled,’” Roman declares, and Janus sighs.

“At least you have the taste to pick a good movie to watch a million times.”

Roman doesn’t dignify that with a response, clicking play and settling in.

After Tangled, they watched Treasure Planet (or, well, half of it. They paused it in the middle to make a blanket fort and never got around to unpausing it).

“Roman. I love you.”

“I love you too!” Roman adds quickly. Virgil raises his hand.

“But I am going to kill you.”

“Corazón,” Roman tries. “Light of my life.” Virgil shakes his head.

“You looked me directly in the eyes and put that +4 wild down, Roman; you asked for this.” Roman sighs.

“I accept my fate.”

“Good.” Virgil leans over and kisses him, booping Roman’s nose as he pulls away. “Boop. You’re dead.”

“Alas!” Roman cries, dramatically falling back onto the floor and sticking his tongue out. He stays there while Virgil and Janus take their turns, then picks up his cards “stealthily” and cracks an eye open. “Uno,” he declares, putting a card on the pile, before dropping his cards and going back to being “dead.”

Virgil frowns at his cards, draws one, sighs and places it on the pile, then stands up. “I gotta go to the bathroom, be right back. You guys can play without me.”

“Alright,” Janus says.

Virgil hopes it’s not blatantly obvious that he’s leaving to try and get the two of them together. Virgil’s UNO deck has some of the write-in cards, and he’d taken that opportunity to create a card that said “Kiss one of the other players or draw 25.” And if he’d used his ability to count cards to make sure that Roman would get that one, knowing that Roman is fiercely competitive and hates losing, then, well, it was his and Janus’s fault for being so dense that he had to resort to this to try and get them to admit they like each other.

He just hopes Janus—who helped him learn to count cards in the first place—doesn’t put two and two together and realize what Virgil’d done. Or at least if they do, then they don’t ruin the plan.

He loiters in the bathroom for a couple minutes, eventually flushing the toilet, running the sink for a minute, and heading back out.

Roman’s holding a bunch of cards. Seriously? They didn’t even have to kiss on the lips; the card hadn’t specified. He could’ve kissed Janus’s cheek and called it good!

“Did you guys start another round without me?” Virgil asks, hoping his first instinct is wrong.

“No,” Roman says, smiling sheepishly. “I got a card that says I had to kiss another player or draw 25 cards, and you weren’t here, so…”

Virgil resists the urge to sigh loudly.

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i’m dating two idiots: @i’m the twin of an idiot alright

im the twin of an idiot: LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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“Remus!” Roman shouts, pounding on the door. “Let us out of here!” His only response is a cackling laugh. “Remus!”

He tries the knob, hoping it might be unlocked. No dice.

“Do keep banging on the door,” Janus snarks. “That’ll totally get us out.”

“You have a better plan?”

“As a matter of fact, I do. We text our friends and get one of them to come get us out of here.”

“Oh. Huh. That’s actually really smart.”

“Why, thank you.” Janus rolls their eyes.

“I didn’t mean it like you’re not usually smart!” Roman corrects quickly. “I just would never have thought of that.”

“Well, hopefully you thought to bring your phone in here?” Janus asks, a little sheepishly. “I left mine in my jacket pocket.”

Roman rolls his eyes and pulls out his phone.

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rom(an)eo: hey

rom(an)eo: remus locked me and janus in a closet

rom(an)eo: pls come get us out?

have a patton the back: Well,,,, I would,,,,, if this didn’t sound like a really great opportunity for you to finally confess to Janus,,,,,,,,

rom(an)eo: patton

have a patton the back: :)

rom(an)eo: patton cmon please

have a patton the back: :)

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rom(an)eo: amor remus locked both your loves in a closet pls come get us out??

like my soul: I’m driving right now and can’t respond further. I’ll see your message when I get where I’m going

like my soul: (I’m not receiving notifications. If this is urgent, reply “urgent” to send a notification through with your original message.)

rom(an)eo: darn

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rom(an)eo: remy can you come get me and janus we’re locked in a closet?

excuse you: o tea??

rom(an)eo: no

rom(an)eo: no tea

rom(an)eo: just come help us

excuse you: idk babes

excuse you: first u don’t sound v sure of whether you’re locked in a closet or not

excuse you: now you’re denying me my lifeblood

excuse you: idk where all this attitude is coming from but it has Got To Go

rom(an)eo: wait remy please??

rom(an)eo: remy??

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Roman sighs. “Our friends are all useless.”

“All of them?”

“Yeah; Remus is the one who locked us in here in the first place and Remy is more interested in the drama of it then coming and helping us,” Roman tells them. “I texted Virgil but he’s driving.”

“Emile?” Janus suggests.

“I don’t have faer number, and I’m guessing you don’t know it well enough to call faer?” Janus shakes their head, and Roman frowns.

“Well, what about Patton?”

“He said—I mean,” Roman corrects quickly, “he’s not going to help.”

Janus frowns slightly. “What’d he say?”

“Nothing,” Roman tries, but Janus isn’t having it.

“Did you annoy him and now he’s refusing to help because he’s upset, or something?” Janus demands. “It can’t be that bad, just tell me what it is or make it up with Patton so he’ll get us out of here.”

“He’s not mad at me,” Roman mumbles.

“Then why isn’t he coming?”

“I…” Roman pulls up his conversation with Patton and shoves his phone at Janus, hoping they’ll understand and he won’t have to say anything.

Instead, because the universe hates him, they look over at him confusedly. “‘Confess’?”

“Yeah…”

“What does Patton want you to confess to me?” Roman is going to kill Remus once he gets out of here.

“I like you,” he whispers, squeezing his eyes shut.

There’s a few agonizing moments of silence before Janus whispers back, “Me too.”

Roman lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, eyes popping open to scrutinize Janus. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Janus tells him, smiling a little at him. He smiles back.

Then he breaks eye contact, looking over at the door, and tells them, “Great news! The door doesn’t open with a confession. Any other ideas?”

Janus snorts. “You could tell Patton we confessed and have him come get us?”

“Or,” Roman suggests, eyes lighting up with mischief, “counterpoint: we don’t tell him and pretend we still haven’t gotten together to spite him—wait. Are we dating now?”

“I mean, I’m down if you’re down.” They lift one shoulder in a half-shrug.

“I’m definitely down.”

“Then I guess we’re dating now,” Janus says, snaking their hand into his. Roman squeezes it, and Janus squeezes back.

“So. Spiting Patton?”

“Oh, definitely.”

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“I can’t believe you got locked in a closet with him and you didn’t confess!” Patton complains. “I mean, I even brought it up! It can’t be that the idea never crossed you. And! This is literally the stuff of fanfiction and movies! It would’ve been perfect.”

“Maybe for you,” Roman points out, squashing down a smirk. “Can you imagine for me, though? I just got trapped in a tiny closet by my twin and all my friends refuse to help me. How is that romantic?”

“Still,” Patton pouts.

(Two weeks later, Patton walks in on Roman and Janus kissing and screams.)

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Fated - 2/8

Description: You’re a rogue werewolf, a bounty hunter. It’s not the most glamourous life, but it keeps you paid well and highly entertained. But when a long time acquaintance resurfaces with a mission and a lot of money to throw around, you finally relent and take a job from him. And then things get crazy when you stumble upon your Fated Mate along the way.

Catch up HERE.

Word Count: 6,000 ish.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Werewolf!Reader

Rating: PG.

Warnings: Curse words. Sassy comments. Depictions of fight scenes and fighting, the same as canon stuffs.

A/N: I sadly don’t own any of these characters. And no beta reader, so I do proudly own all the errors and this story, so there’s that.

Sorry lovelies! I know you probably all thought this was the L&W update. Which is almost done and should be up in the next day or two. But I just haven’t had much time to write the last few days. And happened to have this part basically done in my drafts, so figured I’d just post it as my blog has been dead the last few days! And I don’t like it! Hahaha anywho, hope you guys like this part!

The large blonde instantly halts his steps, giving you a once over and then his face morphs into one of curiosity, one of intrigue, as he tips his head slightly, just assessing you. Everyone else in the room is deathly quiet, just looking between the two of you. You assume they are all just studying this whole weird interaction as it unfolds.

But not like you are actually paying much attention to anyone but the large man before you.

‘Mark him! We need to Mark him now!’ She excitedly commands but you shush her, needing a moment to just take this all in.

You’d began to assume you didn’t actually have a True Mate, as you’d yet to find them. And most wolves found them young, somewhere between the ages of 16-20. And you’d even travelled around with your Alpha to all the nearby packs often, whenever he needed to seek out alliances or reform territory treaties. And yet nothing. No Fated Mate in sight.

You’d met so many different wolves in your life, and yet not one turned out to be your Mate. But this, this human is. You never would have seen that coming. Yes, he was fucking hot as hell, and much larger than yourself, but WHAT THE HELL WAS THE MOON GODDESS THINKING?!? Pairing you with a fucking human.

‘He’s perfect,’ your wolf sighs out dreamily in your head. Whelp, looks like she’s already on board with this all.

A movement beside him causes your eyes to instantly snap in that direction. And what they land on makes your heart break, instantly. And your instincts to protect your Mate, kick into high gear. And before you can stop it, a deep menacing growl unleashes from deep within your chest.

All eyes snap instantly to you, but yours are locked on the small brunette who now has her hands on your Mate. Her hands clasping his forearm, possessively.

“Babe, who’s the new girl?” She whispers, glancing up at your Mate. And you instantly want to rip her eyes out for just looking at him. And you aren’t even going to acknowledge, or put to words, the bloody thought you just had about what you’d do to her, just for calling him ‘Babe’.

‘I’m going to kill her,’ your wolf growls out and you can feel her trying to take control. And so much for not acknowledging your bloody thought, as it definitely ended with that outcome. You watch as the nails on your fingers begin to elongate, starting to change into claws. You quickly shove your hands in your pockets to hide them.

‘Stop! Stop it!’ You command your wolf but she doesn’t appear to give one shit about that. ‘I’m willing to bet that none of these people even know werewolves exist! and you not only want to shift in front of them, but also rip their friend apart! Are you insane?!’ You yell at her in your head, but she is still trying to push through. And it is taking everything in you to maintain control here, but her need to not only protect, but CLAIM, your True Mate is making that fucking difficult. To say the least. So time to bring out the big guns, time to hit her where it hurts. ‘And on top of all of that, think of Steve, he will NEVER forgive us for that. And you know it. You hurt her, and we can kiss our chances with him, goodbye. And I mean forever!’

She halts instantly at your words, and you feel as the claws retract back and are replaced by your human nails. You release a deep sigh, relieved that she relented. If the Steve line hadn’t worked, that woman would have been dead within seconds. And you’d never stand a chance at winning him over after that. You’d never stand a chance at even having him in your life at all, after that.

He snaps his eyes down to her, a frown on his face, and you get the distinct feeling that he hadn’t even noticed she was in the room, let alone now hanging off his arm. He quickly corrects his expression, and smiles at her, though you can tell it’s forced.

“Y/N!” You hear Fury yell and you cringe. Of course he’d find you right freaking now. Of all times. Damnit!

He enters the room and glances around at everyone just standing there, silent. Then his eyes lock on you, “where the hell did you go?”

“Been here the whole time, Kakashi,” you shrug, hearing Tony snort to himself at your Naruto reference. “I’m honestly surprised it took you so long to find me. You, more than anyone, should know that I’m highly food motivated and would obviously end up in a kitchen.”

He shakes his head but ignores everything you’ve just said. “Let’s go,” he orders, “you need to be briefed on the mission, so you are on the same page as the rest of the team.”

“Can I at least eat first?” You cross your arms.

“No, briefing first, then food,” he sternly says and then promptly exits the room. He sure does like to just order people around and then walk away before they can reply. Which is just still so fucking rude.

‘Now follow me here,’ your wolf starts, getting your attention. ‘What if we eat him, then it can be a briefing AND food. Win, win.’

You snort at that. And notice as Buck leans towards you slightly, whispering, “I’ll bring the steak in when it’s done, Doll.”

You groan happily, and glance at him, “now you’re my new favourite person in the whole of New York. Name anyone you don’t like or want dead, and I’ll happily take them out, just for you,” you wink at him. And receive a chuckle in response as he shakes his head and goes back to cooking.

Your eyes drift to Steve once again. Noticing the small chick on his arm is now blabbering on and on, probably about absolutely nothing. But he isn’t paying much attention to her, his eyes are locked on you, that curious look no longer on his face. But still very much in his eyes, as they glance between you and Bucky. Probably trying to figure out if you two know each other, or have some sort of deeper relationship.

You smile at him as you walk towards him, he quickly moves out of the way, pulling the ridiculous brunette along with him as he does. You nod as a thanks to him and then exit the room, glancing over your shoulder at him as you do, and seeing that his eyes don’t leave you once. Watching you as you go, until you both can’t see each other anymore.

He isn’t a werewolf, so there is no one to inform him that you are his True Mate. But the Mate Bond is an intense thing. Even humans feel the effects of it, instantly, upon setting eyes in their werewolf Mate. Though it isn’t anywhere near as intense to them and it is to your kind.

To them it just feels like this need to know you, to befriend you, to just keep you close. Which, yes, those are all feelings your kind have as well, just in a much, much grander scale and also accompanied with the need to love, protect and Mark and Mate them, instantly. To make them yours and only yours, forever. To show every other wolf that they belong to you, just as you belong to them. It’s like marking your territory, if that territory was a living being instead of land.

Wolf on wolf Mates will usually Mark and Mate within hours of meeting each other, the pull being so strong that they can’t, and don’t want to fight it. But with a human Mate, it’s a lot more difficult, more delicate. You have to tread lightly, build up to that. First you’ll most likely need to open their eyes to the fact that Werewolves actually do exist, which doesn’t usually go too well.

And then you have to slowly build up to the whole Marking thing. First explaining Fated Mates and the Moon Goddess, and then informing them that they are yours. Which also usually doesn’t go well.

And then they have to slowly become used to the idea, to you being ‘it’ for them. And there is this little law—sort of—amongst your kind which states that you can’t Mark a human without their verbal permission. But it’s also the same for Wolf Mates. They have to consent to the Marking or it won’t take, it will just fester and rot, and hurt like a bitch. It can get infected without proper care, but if it is taken care of, it will eventually heal naturally, and there will be nothing left on the skin. No mark, no scar, no signs at all that there had even been a bite there once. That there had even been an attempt at a Mark.

So yeah, him being a human wasn’t going to be easy for you in the first place. But then add the fact he clearly already has a girlfriend, into the mix. Yeah, no, this would be damn near impossible. You sigh deeply as you continue to follow your nose to Fury, following his scent in the air to wherever he stomped off to. Completely and utterly disheartened by this insane turn of events. And honestly, why you?!

‘Us,’ your wolf corrects, sounding just as forlorn as you. But you knew she would be, wolves take Mates waaaay more seriously than their human counterparts. Mates are sacred to them, just as they are to the human side, but on a completely different level.

The human side can deal with the rejection or death of a Fated Mate, they can live on passed it. The human side has to build up to loving their Mate, the feelings are similar to regular human on human love. Though they do feel instantly protective and possessive, but the love takes time to form.

However wolves, they bond instantly. With wolf on wolf pairings, the two wolves instantly love each other. But with a human Mate, there is no Wolf to bond with, so that feeling is passed to the humans themselves. It’s instantaneous, so much so that a wolf basically dies without their Mate. Not literally, but spiritually. They usually become recluses, receding deep within the human’s mind. They don’t talk much, if ever. They refuse to allow you to shift into them. And they basically just cease to exist altogether. Still there, but not present. It’s really not a fun thing to go through for either party involved.

The human loses that constant companion, the creature they have always been able to talk to—well, at least since the moment the wolf first appeared in their mind, on their 16th birthday. 16 being the age a werewolf shifts for the first time. But ever since that moment, they become your closest friend, your strongest ally, your fiercest protector. They become everything to you.

So to one day wake up and no longer have them around, is usually almost more heartbreaking to the human side, then actually losing their Mate is. Almost.

You finally find the boardroom Fury is occupying and slowly trudge in, heading for a chair. You flop yourself down into it with a sigh, you know you need to focus on what Fury is about to tell you. But your mind is entirely preoccupied with your current Mate dilemma. If he rejects you, your life as you know it is over. But if you reject him first, you may stand a shot at your wolf getting through this unscathed. Even if just slightly. But it’s still a much better option than losing her completely.

‘We are not, and will not be doing that,’ she growls. ‘He is ours and we will make it so.’

‘You don’t get it,’ you sigh, ‘he isn’t ours. Yes, he is our Mate, but he belongs to someone else. Humans don’t usually take to these things the same as us. Not at first, at least. But if we reject him formally, maybe we stand a chance of not getting so hurt.’

‘No! I won’t let you do that!’ She stomps her foot.

Fury begins to start talking and you quickly attempt to shelf this conversation. ‘We will talk more about this later,” you sternly say. Much like a parent scolding their child.

She huffs angrily but doesn’t say anything more. You sigh relieved and try to focus your attention on the briefing now. You really need to know exactly why you’re here, and just what you’ll be walking into on this mission.

You walk out of the large glass encased boardroom, the dirty plate and utensils in your hand. Bucky had shown up about 15 minutes after Fury started talking, a plate with a glorious smelling and looking steak in his hand. Your mouth watered instantly and you quickly thanked him. Fury didn’t look too pleased by all of this, but he didn’t say a word, probably just happy that maybe now you’d be able to actually focus.

Which you sort of did. Your mind was still overthinking everything, but you’d managed to catch all the important parts. Basically some high up Hydra goon, named Heinrich, was set on world domination and destruction. You didn’t even realize Hydra was still around, but turns out they were. The American government was just covering it up all this time, and using the Avengers to handle the situation both efficiently and quietly. However, this goon was posing to be a bit more of an issue.

He was a little too good at avoiding the heroes. At hiding from them. He’d gone underground but was still very much calling the shots and moving the plans forward from wherever he was. Nat had managed to track him down a few times already, but just as they’d move in to take him down, he’d escape. He’d get away every time as if he’d been tipped off of their imminent arrival.

So that’s where you come in, not only did they need you to track him down. As all of Nat’s leads and intel kept coming up short or were going stale, and fast. But then when they did actually pan out, he was always a step ahead. Always outsmarting them.

So you were to track, hunt and capture him, with the help of the Avengers, and as fast as you could. Since they had intel that he was going to enact his plans in 2 weeks time. So you had until then to not only find and stop him, but to save the whole fucking world as well. Goddess, what the hell did you just sign yourself up for!?

You shake your head as you enter back into the living space, heading towards the sink to clean your dirty dishes. Mind still all over the damn place with everything that’s happened in the last 24 hours.

You reach the sink, turning on the water and a smell hits your nose, instantly making you perk up. And your wolf, who had been giving you the silent treatment since your little argument earlier, finally reappears.

‘He’s here,’ she says in a happy, sing song voice. And you groan inwardly. Perfect, that’s just what you need right now. Ha! Not.

“Ah hey,” comes his soft, sexy voice from behind you, and a pleasant shiver runs down your spin. His voice quiet, as if he was worried about startling you. If only he knew what you were. That you could smell him in the room, could damn near sense his presence.

You glance over your shoulder, continuing to wash the dirty plate in the sink. “H-hey, Capsical,” you stutter out, instantly wanting to smack yourself upside the damn head. Smooth move, exlax!

Your eyes snap back to the sink, needing to focus on something other than the incessant need to jump him, right here, right now.

‘I vote we do exactly that,’ she offers, being her super helpful self, as always—Note the sarcasm.

You go to sigh frustratedly but the deep chuckle behind you halts that action. You flick your eyes back to him, and the sight makes your heart sore. He looks ridiculously handsome when he laughs, but of course he would. This is just your luck.

He takes a few large strides towards you. “It’s just Steve,” he says as he offers his hand out to you.

You furrow your brows, “oh, but the Stark guy said,” you trail off, confused.

“Yeah, Tony,” his free hand rubs the back of his neck. “He always likes to mess with me,” he gives you a small smile, but his eyes are down, looking at his still outstretched hand. That you’d completely forgotten that he’d offered you! Fuck!

‘Get it together woman! You are ruining this for us!’ Your wolf scolds you.

You quickly place the plate down in the sink, whipping your hands on your jeans, and then taking his large offered hand in your own. “It’s nice to um, to meet you, Steve,” you nod, shaking his hand as sparks shoot up your arm. “I’m Y/N.”

He continues to just stare at your joined hands, and your curious what it feels like to him. What touching you, his Mate, is like. You know the feelings coursing through your own body in this moment, the warmth, the sparks, the tingles. They all feel so amazing to you, but your senses are more heightened than his.

You quickly remove your hand from his, taking a step back. His smell is intoxicating, his nearness is driving you wild, and his touch is warming you in places no creature should be warmed, by just a mere handshake alone. Goddess, it is not going to be easy to stay away from this man. Not one freaking bit.

You turn back to the sink, just before he softly says your name, “Y/N.” As if tasting it on his lips, and his voice saying it makes your knees feel weak. Makes your heart race. Makes your skin heat up. “That’s a beautiful name.”

‘I say we just kill the girl and keep him forever.’

‘Shhh, you aren’t helping. At all,’ you say back to her, needing her to just zip it for right now. Just till you can get a handle on your stupid body.

“Thanks, my mom picked it out,” you shrug one shoulder, hoping it looks nonchalant. But who are you kidding, you know it probably didn’t.

You begin to wash the plate again, even though it is already clean, but you just need the damn distraction. Even more now.

You hear a barstool being pulled out, and almost groan loudly in discontent. Almost. Can’t he just leave already?! Why does he insist on staying here, flustering the hell out of you. You’re a strong woman, but you have your limits. And this, this is bordering on those damn limits.

“Can I ask you something?” He starts, unsurely, and you just hum, nodding for him to ‘go ahead’. All while still washing this stupid, now super clean, plate. “Why um,” he clears his throat awkwardly, “where did Fury find you?”

You glance back at him, quirking a brow, knowing full well that that was not what he was about to ask. What he was really wanting to ask. But you let it slide, knowing he’d ask you in his own time. So you just shrug and turn back to the sink, “known Fury for years. First bumped into him on a job a while back, we were hunting the same guy. He liked my,” you pause, scrunching up your nose as you aren’t entirely ready to drop the werewolf bomb just yet, “skills, I guess. He offered me a job with the little team you got here, I declined. And he has just sort of popped up here and there over the years. Offering me new missions every time, each with larger incentives, probably in the hopes I’d finally say yes.”

“Really?” He questions.

“Mhmm,” you nod.

“What made you say yes this time?”

You take a second to think about that. “Um, honestly,” you place the plate in the sink and turn to face him. Resting against the countertop and crossing your arms, “the money. I won’t lie and say I’m on this mission for honourable reasons. I don’t pretend to be the good guy.” You shrug, “I agreed to do this entirely for the payday at the end. Then when it’s all done, I’ll take my money and go back to my normal life.” You finish, and though your words came out confident sounding, your heart aches immensely at the thought of leaving Steve behind. At going back to your normal life, where he won’t be. You just met him, but already you feel like you can’t live without him. Fuck, you’re doomed. So utterly doomed.

‘We can’t leave now, and you know it,’ your wolf rolls her eyes at you. ‘Plus look at him, how could we walk away from that face!’

He nods slowly, a small frown on his face. One that breaks your heart, and makes you instantly want to cheer him up. Just to get that frown off his lovely lips. “You wouldn’t want to stay after? To join the team, I mean?” He asks quietly, hesitantly.

You sigh, looking down at the floor. Of course you’d want to stay. Fuck, you’d be okay with just moving directly into his room right now. If, if it wasn’t for that brunette. You aren’t a home wrecker. As much as you desperately want to be, you just aren’t. You wouldn’t want whatever beautiful love story you both were destined for, to start out like, like that.

“I honestly don’t know. I like my job,” you shake your head, “I love it actually. It gives me freedom, excitement, something to accomplish entirely on me own. I don’t have to rely on anyone. I just,” you shrug, “I work better on my own now. I’m better off alone now.”

And no matter how many times you say those words aloud, you still don’t really, truly believe them. You are a pack animal by nature, your kind strive to have that connection, the sense of a family. Being a rogue isn’t natural for you, it’s not the way you are wired.

But you can’t go back to your old pack, and most others wouldn’t even hear you out, if you approached them asking to join. Know one cares that you were the toughest warrior in your pack, no one cares that your loyalty track record was perfectly intact. That you’d never once wavered on orders or respect for you true Alpha. No one cares that you were a model pack member before the take over.

They just don’t care. All they care about is that when the new Alpha took over, you refused to accept him, to swear allegiance to him. To that monster. You may not like being a rogue, being packless, but even if you had to go back and relive that horrible moment over and over again, you’d still make the same decision every time. Without question.

“No one truly likes being alone,” Steve says softly, almost knowingly, like he could read your thoughts at this exact moment. But you know he can’t, it’s more likely that he is reading your current body language. Which you know is probably as easy to read as a dang book right now. You’re willing to bet that you’re currently giving off apprehensive, closed off, wary, and maybe even a little disheartened vibes at the moment.

“But being on this team,” he starts, “it’s like a family. We are all misfits in our on ways, we all have dark backgrounds. Or moments from our pasts that we aren’t proud of. But I believe that’s why we are all so happy here, that’s why this team works so well.” He shrugs, “because we all had nowhere else to go, and nothing to lose by being here,” he finishes, giving you a small, sweet smile, that makes you inwardly swoon.

‘Well, we’re sold. Where do we sign up?’

“And here Mike Wazowski said y’all weren’t trying to recruit me,” you playfully scoff, shaking your head. But you can’t stop the smile from forming on your lips, not one bit. And so much for having a poker face with this man.

‘Good. Now someone else can see through your bullshit,’ your wolf snarks, and you almost gasp in feigned and/or slightly real offence. You can’t really be too sure which.

He throws his hands up in mock surrender and chuckles lightly. And yup, that’s your new favourite sound. Hands down. “Not recruiting. Just saying ya don’t gotta go it alone,” he shrugs one shoulder, “if ya don’t want to, that is.”

You nod slowly, and honestly you don’t really want to be alone anymore. You miss having people to watch out for, people watching out for you. You miss having that feeling of family, of support, of love. You force a smirk, and you’re 100% sure he can tell it’s fake, “I’ll take it under advisement.”

He just nods, a knowing smile playing on his lips, but he doesn’t push the conversation any further. “So, Y/N, tell me about yourself?”

You glance down at your feet, arms still crossed over your chest as you shrug. “Not much to tell.”

“Now I don’t believe that,” he chuckles softly again. And damnit, if he could just stop doing that, it’s really fucking with you. “There is obviously a story here,” he gestures to your form. “Fury doesn’t just hound people for years, for nothing,” he shakes his head, quirking a brow at you. “Ex-military? Ex-cop? I’m just curious what you did to end up on Fury’s radar, is all.”

‘That Mate pull though,’ your wolf giggles out excitedly. ‘He wants to get to know us. Give him something, anything. I beg you!’

You sigh at your wolf’s over eagerness to spill all your dirty deeds to this man, without really even knowing a thing about him. Besides the odd stuff you’d heard about him over the years. But you have to tread lightly here, you can’t overstep. You need to remember he is taken, he isn’t truly yours.

“None of the above. It’s a long story, I was ah,” you falter, trying to figure out how to word this without giving too much away. “I was part of a team, I guess you could say. We had an amazing leader, he’d have done anything for us, given his life to protect us. But ah,” you shake your head at the horrible memories of that day. “He was killed. During a mission. And the guy that took over just,” you sigh, “it just wasn’t the same. I couldn’t devotedly follow him, or his orders, like I should have. Like I was supposed to, so I left,” you shrug, dropping your arms to your sides. “Decided to branch out on my own and became a bounty hunter. And a few years later, here I am,” you raise your hands to gesture around the room. “And that’s the whole story, in a nutshell.”

“I’m sorry about your leader, Y/N,” Steve says softly, and you know if anyone can understand the true feelings behind losing someone you care for, it’s him. The man out of time. “It’s never easy to lose someone we care deeply for, but we just keep pushing forward for them. To make them proud,” he smiles, but it isn’t a pitying one. It’s more reassuring. As if to tell you that you are strong, that you can live on past tragedy, and not only that, but that you can rebuild your life. Make it better, or at least just as good as it was before.

You nod, “thanks, Steve.” You can feel the tears pricking your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall. Not here. Not now. You need a distraction, someway to get off this heavy topic and back to lighter conversation. “So, tell me about yourself? What truly interests the great Captain Rogers?” You pause, then snap your fingers, “oh! I know! You collect stamps, don’t you?” You grin widely, pointing a finger at his, “don’t lie!”

He laughs, like truly laughs. The sounds stemming from deep within him, from deep within his belly. And you are instantly proud of yourself for being the cause of such a beautiful sound. Such a spellbinding reaction from this wall of a man. He glances down at the countertop for a moment, shaking his head almost fondly. And then his eyes flick up to you, from under his ridiculously long lashes. “No, I don’t collect stamps,” he grins widely. “I’m actually more into drawing.”

“Huh,” you hum, giving him a once over, appraisingly. “I never would have guessed that. You any good?”

‘Of course he is,’ your wolf rolls her eyes. ‘What a stupid thing to ask. You still suck a flirting, FYI.’

‘Shhhh!’ You hiss back at her in your head. ‘And I’m not trying to flirt with him!’

‘Bull. Shit.’ She calls you out. ‘I swear you forget sometimes that I’m literally in your head.’

‘Like I could forget that,’ you scoff. ‘Now zip it, I can’t focus with your constant narrating.’

He shrugs, “I dunno. I just draw for fun, a way to unwind. I don’t really show many people, so I have no idea how good I actually am.”

You get the distinct feeling that he is so full of shit right now. That he is just being modest, being humble. And now you’re so curious how good he actually is. “Well, if you ever decide to share, I’d love to see some of your work some time.”

He nods, smiling, “of course.”

You nod and then turn around, realizing you never put your plate away. You pick it up and glance at Steve over your shoulder. “Which cupboard?” You ask lifting the plate up for effect. Steve points to it and you quickly put it away, then open a few drawers until you find the utensils one, and put those away as well. Making mental notes of where they went for future food endeavours.

But now as a silence hangs over you both, only one question bounces around in your mind. And even though it’s slightly morbid, your curiosity is getting the better of you. That’s a lie, it’s more than just a curiosity, you need to know what you’re up against here. “So, ah, was that,” you turn back to face him, and you’re positive you look sheepish as hell—Which is a pretty odd descriptive word to refer to a wolf as, but you’ll ignore that currently.

‘We don’t act like sheep,’ your wolf scoffs, ‘we hunt them,’ she shakes her head, a toothly grin on her lips. ‘Now I know I’ve said this once already, but seriously, get it together, woman.’

And she’s clearly still being her extra sassy self. ‘And once again, not helping!’

He nods, urging you to continue. So you do, “that woman earlier, is she like,” you clear your throat, awkwardly. “Like your girlfriend or something?” You glance up at him, trying to gauge his reaction and then quickly add lamely, “she ah, she seemed nice.” Wow, could you be any more obvious?!

‘The answer is no,’ she shakes her head at you again, this time in disappointment.

‘Still not helping!’ You huff.

“Who?” He furrows his brows, looking utterly confused. It’s actually kinda cute. But of course it is. Damnit. “Kelly?”

“I don’t know,” you laugh awkwardly, and shrug, “I guess?”

He shakes his head and is about to speak when you smell two people close by. You tense up but instantly recognize Bucky’s scent, though the second one is new. Your eyes snap up just as Bucky and another guy enter the room.

They come towards you, and once they reach you Bucky gives you a handsome smile, “hey Doll.”

You grin at him, “oh hey, bestie. Thought of anyone for me to take out yet?”

“Take out?” Steve quietly murmurs under his breath, sounding both confused and slightly irked. It’s so quiet that you almost didn’t catch it, but thanks to your enhanced hearing, you had. Making a mental note to thank the Moon Goddess for that enhancement later.

Bucky just chuckles, side eyeing the man beside him, “maybe just one.”

You pick up on his meaning and wink, “consider it done.” He just nods, grinning in response.

“Do I even want to know?” The new guy says as he looks between you and Buck sceptically, his eyes slightly narrowed.

“I honestly think it’s best if you don’t see it coming,” you smirk wickedly at him, and he just stares back at you, looking almost nervous now.

This all earns a hearty laugh from the large brunette. “I can already tell that I’m really gonna enjoy having you around, Doll.”

The new guy looks at Steve, sighing deeply, “damn man, looks like we got two of them now.”

You glance at Steve and see the same curious look in his eyes, just like when he’d first witnessed you and Buck interacting. His eyes just shifting between you both as he assesses the situation. “Yeah, looks like it,” he says quietly, nodding.

You have to fight to not grin like an idiot when you realize it isn’t actually a curious look at all, it’s a jealous look. The last thing you want is to upset him, or make him jealous, in any way. Not a good base for a long term relationship. But at the same time, you will most likely be subjected to witnessing that woman all over him, and often. So maybe a little jealousy on his end isn’t such a bad thing.

You turn to the new guy, offering him a smile and your right hand, “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Sam,” he smiles back, shaking your hand, all jokes aside now. “Welcome to the team, Y/N.”

“Thanks,” you nod, “though I’m not actually on the team for good. Just here for the mission then I head home.”

Bucky frowns, “wait, just for the one mission?” He glances around at the other guys, “you aren’t sticking around after?”

You shrug, “not sure, honestly. But that wasn’t the original plan when I agreed to help.”

“Damn,” he sighs, “I was really looking forward to the permanent backup against Bird-Brain over here,” he nods to Sam.

The aforementioned just rolls his eyes, “I’m going to ignore that comment this time. Mainly because now I’m super curious why Fury would bring an outside agent in on this mission. You ex-special ops or something?”

“No,” you shake your head. “Nothing like that.”

“Ex-shield?” Bucky asks next.

“No, definitely not,” you chuckle.

“Okay,” Sam nods slowly, “so you’re enhanced then?”

‘More than you could ever know, Bird-Brain,’ your wolf snickers. Clearly liking the nickname.

“Sort of?” You scrunch up your face. And it’s not technically a lie.

Sam glances at the other guys quickly, then shifts his eyes back to you. “Okay, consider us intrigued.”

“Would you be interested in showing us some of your skills?” Steve asks, drawing your full attention back to him now.

‘We’d gladly show you any ‘skills’ you’d like, big boy,’ your wolf purrs in your head. ‘Just say the word and we’re yours.’

And you straight up almost choke on nothing, but quickly compose yourself before you cause a scene. “Sure ah, yeah,” you nod quickly, “yeah, I can do that.”

“Alright, let’s head down to the training room then,” Sam says excitedly as everyone heads towards the elevators.

Now you aren’t sure exactly what they are all hoping for here, but what you do know is that even the two super soldiers won’t even be able to keep up with you. Not a hope in hell.

They don’t stand a chance against you. Yes, they may be enhanced, but nowhere near as much as you are. And you honestly can’t wait to show them this fact, first hand. You can’t wait to see the looks on their faces when you show them all up.

Because as for your ‘skills’—Well, in the famous words of Tony the Tiger, ‘They’re greeeeeat!’

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Shawn Mendes // Boundaries Part 4

soooo thankful for the likes and reblogs and COMMENTS ( i love reading your opinion!) in blown away the first three parts are already so popular and the notes are just comin and coming so... keep em comin! haha here is part 4, enjoy, let me know what you think!

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Something has changed after that party in the penthouse. I guess the bathroom incident had a deep impact on Shawn and his view of my life and job, because for the rest of the week we listened to country music every day on our way to different events. Dinners, brunches, friendly meetups with crew members or just simply strolling through the city. Before all of these we listened to his music and I never saw Grumpy Shawn again.

Well, this is not entirely true. I saw him in his grumpy mood, but his way of approaching me in those times changed. I wasn’t a stupid slut anymore, I felt like an equal partner and this is all I wanted. To be treated like a normal human being.

On Thursday we officially stepped up into the stage where we hold each other’s hand on the street, so obviously the media was blown. Not because of us walking hand in hand, but because we were getting official and they still knew exactly nothing about me. Not even my name and I feel like a super cool undercover agent.

All together, I finally started enjoying work, cause it doesn’t feel like I’m working, it’s like I’m just casually hanging out with a friend. But don’t fear, I’m still keeping my distance keeping my name and real address to myself and it’s not going to change for sure.

“Can you stop shaking your leg?” Shawn asks chuckling as he stuffs another fry into his mouth. I just roll my eyes at him smiling happily.

“I can’t, I’m too excited. I’m seeing Justin Timberlake perform tonight!”

“I know, I bought the tickets.”

“Haha. You know, it’s not an everyday thing for me to see my childhood favorite perform.” I steal a fry from his plate and dip it into ketchup.

“I thought you are not interested in celebrities and the media.”

“I’m not, but I was when I was fifteen,” I shrug my shoulder.

I see him smile at me shaking his head as he turns his face to the side, but his smile slowly fades away and I know he is about to share something with me, he is just trying to phrase it.

“Um, there might be a chance that we meet someone tonight.”

I stop eating, because it sounds like something that’s important to him and I want to give him all my attention.

“Who would that be?”

“Camila,” he quietly says and then quickly adds: “Camila Cabello.”

“Your friend, right?”

He has mentioned Camila before and from what I heard they must have been best friends for a long time, but they don’t see each other that often anymore. He never told me about his feelings about their relationship, but if I had to take a guess he had feelings for her… Or still has? Not sure about that.

“Yes. We talked about the concert, she said she might come with her boyfriend.”

At the mentioning of the boyfriend I see the slightest sign of disgust and anger in his eyes, but it disappears pretty fast. I can tell it matter to him a lot, so my task is to make it easier for him and just be there when he needs me.

“Then, I guess it’ll be a double date!” I say with a grin on my face, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yeah, I guess.” He chuckles softly and I hope he is not too nervous about tonight.

As a part two of today’s date we grab a coffee before heading to the concert, it’s a tea for me, because I’m more of a tea person. The traffic is heavy, but it was expected, everyone is interested in Justin! We are at a red light when I grab my compact mirror and check myself, just to make sure I haven’t turn into a panda just yet.

“What are you doing?” he asks as I’m moving around the mirror, trying to find some light.

“Just making sure your girlfriend looks presentable,” I click my tongue as a car’s headlight aims at us for a few moments and I immediately use the opportunity. My makeup is still good, so I close the mirror and slide it back into my purse.

“You don’t need to check, you always look pretty.”

I stop mid-movement and turn to him smiling and I raise my eyebrows at him.

“Oh, was this a compliment?”

“I guess?” he lets out an awkward chuckle and I imagine his cheeks turning pink, though I can’t see it in the dark and I’ve never seen him blush, I still like the image.

“Well thank you then. It’s nice to know you are satisfied with my look,” I add jokingly.

“I never told you otherwise.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t exactly say it. You just told me my job is to look pretty, how do I know I succeeded?”

I’m totally just joking with this comment, but he gets suspiciously quiet and doesn’t laugh with me, so I glance at him and see that his expressions are quite serious.

“Hey, I was just joking.”

“I know, but… That doesn’t mean I wasn’t an asshole when I said that.”

I can’t reply to that, because it’s true. He was an asshole and I’m not gonna deny it, I hate covering things up.

“I’m sorry for the way I acted, I was just… very concerned about Andrew’s plan.” He sighs as we hit another red light and he turns to me. “I didn’t mean it, I’ve just been very jumpy lately, and the fact that I had to hire an escort to help myself out just…”

“It was a kick to your ego,” I finish for him and he nods.

“Pretty much.”

“Look, I’m not here because you are unable to maintain a normal relationship or because you are a disaster when it comes to dating. I’m mostly here because I can’t be found, I’m not losing anything by becoming a target for a month and this way you’ll be able to finally move on from your failed relationships. And by the way those are totally normal, don’t think you are the only one who gets dumped, you just have to go through it publicly. So don’t feel bad about yourself.”

I can tell my small pep talk helped him, because a wide smile appears on his handsome face as the light turns green and we continue our drive and it makes me feel so much better than we cleared everything up. I wish it didn’t take almost an entire week to do this, but whatever.

For me, attending a concert means crowd, waiting in line and then some waiting in the crowd. I haven’t been to many shows, one, because they are expensive as hell and two… well, I guess it’s just the money. But I should have expected my experience with Shawn would be a whole different one. We go straight to the backstage, Shawn parks the car down and two security guards are already waiting for us, no surprise. At the entrance we get passes with a photo and our name on it. Taking a look at it I see that this is the photo clients get when they get my short info, but it also catches my eyes that my real name is on the pass.

“I’m sorry, they didn’t let us use your fake name,” he whispers as he sees me staring at the pass. I take a look at the center where Naya Duvall is spelled in big blue letters.

“It’s fine. I know the security is strict.” I give him a small smile, but I hide the pass under my hoodie so no one can spot my name. The last thing I need is to have my name out in the public, that would destroy everything. Not just the plan but my whole life.

Shawn reaches for my hand and we lace our fingers together, it’s a natural act by now, but it somehow relaxes me. My anxiety I sometimes get from the crowd and the attention gets easier when I feel his hand holding mine. God, I sound like a teenage girl!

I check the time, we still have like half an hour before the show starts, I’m starting to get really excited and I just want to take our seats finally, but Shawn doesn’t seem to be interested in it just yet.

“I swear, if we miss the first song, I’ll murder you,” I tell him with a serious face, but he just laughs at me.

“Okay, we can leave and take our seats, but then you miss the surprise.” He has a mysterious smile on his face and I don’t really understand what he is talking about.

“Surprise? What surprise?” I ask getting nervous. I hope he didn’t buy me jewelry or something, that would ruin the friendly atmosphere between us and I don’t want that.

He pulls his phone out and the grin on his face just grows bigger before looking back at me.

“Since you’ve been fangirling in the last two days about tonight, I thought I would give you the best experience ever.”

“What are yo-“ I start, but then someone grabs my shoulder and turns me a bit and then I see… I see Justin Timberlake standing right in front of me, in all of his glory and my teenage self would have already peed herself right at this moment. “What the fuck!” I gasp as I shift my gaze back and force between Shawn and Justin.

“Hi Fleur, nice to meet you,” Justin chuckles ignoring my horrible language and he pulls me into a hug that I return more than happily.

“It’s nice to meet you too! I can’t believe I’m finally meeting the man I was in love for so long!”

“Only was?” he gasps pretending to be hurt as we let go of each other and I just shake my head laughing.

“I mean, you are married, I’m grown… I had to let go at one point.”

“Very rational. She is a keeper, man,” he says as he highfives with Shawn and I step back next to my fake boyfriend, because he just made me the happiest girl on the Earth, work or no work.

“I know, right?”

“Do you want to take a picture? I’m sorry, I don’t have much time though I would love to talk with you guys, but it’s just a chaos sometime,” he excuses himself and I already have my phone out, handing it to a guard as I stand next to Justin while I quickly fix my hair. Just before the picture is taken I see that Shawn is standing at the side.

“Hey, come here,” I ask him and his eyebrows raise.

“Me? Oh no, it’s your photo.”

“Yes, and I want the man who made it happen in it.”

I hold my arm out and after a few seconds of hesitation he finally gives in and stands on my other side, putting his arm on my waist. For a moment I think about that two of the most handsome men are holding me right now, and this brings the widest smile to my face as I look into the camera.

“Thank you, I hope you’ll enjoy the concert guys,” Justin hugs me again as he is about to run and do his duty.

“Thank you! Good luck on stage!” I smile at him, watch the guys shake hands and he is already gone.

I turn around and basically throw myself on Shawn hugging his neck so tight for a moment I think I’m suffocating him, but I just can’t hold myself back. He just brought Justin Timberlake out to meet me, and right now Shawn Mendes is my favorite person in the world.

“Thank you so much!” I squeak in his ear as he wraps his arms around me chuckling.

“It was nothing, no problem.”

“It was everything! Thank you so so so much!”

I finally let go of him and as I lean back our faces get extremely close for a moment. I freeze and the thought of kissing him crosses my mind, but as fast as it comes, it leaves immediately and I tell myself I’m stupid and I should pull my shit together. I only feel this way because the guy just brought Justin Timberlake to me and I feel like I have to thank him in a different way.

And the saddest part is that getting physical is the first thing that comes to my mind…

We stand there for a few short seconds before I lean back and turn my head totally breaking the moment and making it even a bit awkward.

“Um, so… Can we go to our seats now?” I ask to somehow cover up the awkwardness of the situation. He scratches the back of his neck nodding.

“Sure, let’s go.”

Can’t help but feel awkward following our movie like moment with our faces almost touching and I just want something happen to make us forget about it. Well, maybe next I’ll be more careful about what I wish…

A guard walks us out of the bactstage to the sector that is, as he said, private, so basically Justin’s guests and other celebrities can have these seats. As we approach this area I totally forget about what we talked about earlier, meeting Camila. So I’m truly surprised when I hear a woman basically scream Shawn’s name and someone throws themselves on him, almost winding me off of my feet too.

“Hey, Camila,” Shawn chuckles hugging the girl tight as I stand behind them, feeling like a total outsider. I look over their shoulders and see a tall, blue eyed man standing there just as awkward as me. He must be the boyfriend.

“I’m so happy you are here, I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages!” She leans back holding onto Shawn’s shoulders. I’m also much shorter than him, but Camila looks so small next to him. To be honest, most people look small next to Shawn and his amazing height.

“Yeah, I guess we both are busy,” he chuckles shrugging his shoulder.

“Sure, but I see you’ve been busier this week!” Her eyes shift to me and suddenly I’m in the middle of her attention. “Strolling around the city with your new lady and you haven’t even mentioned her to me! Hey!” She basically pushes Shawn to the side and stands in front of me holding her hand out that I nicely take. “I’m Camila.”

“Fleur,” I smile at her and I think the handshake is all, but she pulls me into a hug too.

“Beautiful name for a gorgeous girl! Fleur, this is my boyfriend, Matthew.”

I shake hands with the tall guy, still smiling and after the first round of introductions we finally take our seats. I’m sitting next to Shawn, then Camila and on the other end Matthew.

“We almost had to cancel, but Matthew moved his meeting so we could come and I’m so happy, because it’s a double date now!” She genuinely seems happy to see us, but it’s a bit too much for me.

And looking at Shawn he also feels uncomfortable, probably because he is on a double date with the girl he had or has feelings for, her boyfriend, and his own fake girlfriend. Not the dreamiest scenario one would wish for.

He looks tensed, he is holding onto the armrest of the seat and is avoiding eye-contact with Camila as much as possible. I’m surprised she hasn’t noticed it, he changed so fast from the moment we met them, even I can tell the difference.

I put a hand on the hand he has on the armrest between us and lace our fingers together. For anyone it must look like a romantic gesture, just a small couple thing, but for me it means that I’m letting him know he is not here alone and I’m supporting him no matter what. This is not really part of my life, maybe I will never see Camila and Matthew again ever, so if he wants to flip a table, I’m here for it. If he wants to make them think we are disgustingly in love, go for it. If he decides to leave right now I wouldn’t hold a grudge. Okay, that’s not true, I want to see Justin perform at least two songs. But you get the point. The choice is his.

He smiles at me thankfully as he pulls our hands to his lap and covers mine with his other one. I lean closer and now we definitely look like a real couple. Camila notices it too.

“You guys look so cute together! How did you meet?”

We freeze.

It has never been discussed, because we were never really supposed to give any info out about us, so we exchange a look and I see the fear in his eyes, he has no idea what to do.

“We met at… at an art gallery,” I suddenly say and now this is the story we have to go with, I guess.

“And art gallery,” Shawn repeats it, almost like savoring the sound of it.

“Yeah,” I nod. “He and Andrew were there, just wandering around and I happened to check it out the same time with my friend. We stood next to each other at one of the paintings and discussed our opinions. Then he…”

“I asked her out for coffee,” he adds jumping in on the fake story and we smile at each other knowingly. “But she told me that she is more like a tea person. So we ended up drinking green tea,” I can’t help but smile at the fact that he remembered this tiny detail. “We talked and talked and then I saved her from a creep on our way home.”

“Yes you did,” I chuckle and no one knows we are talking about the bathroom incident.

“And I asked for your number and called you immediately for a second date.”

“And I said yes.”

“The rest is history,” he adds almost whispering and I’m starting to get lost in his eyes. This is not the worst fake story, so I’m satisfied with it, I wish this was our real story…

“This is so sweet!”

We break eye-contact hearing Camila’s voice and kind of come back to reality. I shake my head lightly to clear my thoughts. I zoned out on Shawn for the second time tonight, I really should pull my shit together.

“I’m so happy for you guys and I love that you are the mystery girl for everyone. How do you do this? I mean, staying this low-key.”

“I don’t use social media. I don’t really use internet,” I add shrugging and I watch her eyes go wide for a moment. I know, it’s crazy!

“Wow, you are… the coolest person I know. Shawn, keep her.” She pats him on the back and he just chuckles, giving my hand a squeeze.

The concert is… everything I dreamed of. I’m all over the place by the end. I shout, I scream, I chant, I sing and have the time of my life, while Shawn next to me seems amused by how wild I go over Justin. I can’t sit on my ass, I basically jump up the moment he comes on stage and I pull Shawn with me who starts dancing with me, but in a more subtle way.

“I’m not a big dancer,” he shouts into my ear as I’m jumping up and down and pull on his arm to move with me.

“What?” I ask, but I think he could only read it from my mouth over the music. “Come on, you are a musician!”

“I know, but dancing is just not my cup of tea,” he shrugs his shoulder and this is when Camila leans over to us.

“True! Tried to get him to dance for years, he refuses to do more than just moving his shoulders around and stepping from left to right.”

“I’m just not great at dancing!” Shawn exclaims throwing his hands in the air with an awkward smile.

The lights are dancing on his face as he rolls his eyes when Camila just laughs and turns back to his boyfriend shouting to him something. He doesn’t notice, but I see his eyes linger over her with desire as he glances at them shortly. The smile vanishes from his face and then turns his attention back to the stage. The pain in his eyes is just devastating. Must be hard to face the girl you were or still are in love with, especially if you have to witness her happiness with another man.

When the concert is over and the lights come back so I’m not about to get a seizure anymore, I turn to Shawn and the lovey-dovey couple on his right.

“Hey, why don’t we have a late night snack somewhere? This double date is so cool, I would love to hang out with you guys,” Camila offers as Matthew is standing behind her, circling his arms around her tiny figure. I see Shawn getting tensed at the thought of going with them and watching their show for any longer, but I also know that he won’t be able to say no.

Unlike me.

Before he could speak up I step closer to him and take his hand with the sweetest smile on my face.

“I already planned out a surprise for us, I’m sorry. But maybe some other time?” I don’t want to sound rude, because to be honest, Camila didn’t do anything, but I don’t want Shawn to suffer any longer. I had the time of my life tonight, I can’t let him deteriorate in the meanwhile.

He gives me a surprised look, but doesn’t protest against me. Camila seems genuinely sad, but she doesn’t force her will on us accepting that this double date has come to its end now.

“Oh okay. I really hope we meet sometime soon, Fleur.” She hugs me tightly before doing the same with Shawn. Matthew just shakes hand nicely with both of us before we go head to the backstage where they lounge for a while, but we decide it’s better to leave.

A guard walks us out to our car and Shawn turns to me from behind the wheel.

“So, is there really a surprise or you just said that so we didn’t have to spend the rest of the night with them?”

“I do have a surprise. Give me your phone.” I hold out my hand with a proud face. He chuckles, but does as I told him and when I have his phone I type in an address so he knows which way he has to go. I put it into the holder on the dashboard and start the route. “Just follow.”

“Okay?!” He seems confused and was sure I didn’t have anything planned out.

We roll out of the parking lot and pass by a big group of fans, probably waiting for Justin to show up, but then they see Shawn and start screaming as if it was Justin in the car. Shawn waves through the window, but doesn’t stop, just slowly enrolls into the traffic leaving the fans behind.

He reaches for the radio and a smile spreads across my face because one, I know he is about to put on his country music and two, this means his mood is not as bad as I thought it was.

“What?” he asks glancing at me shortly when he sees me smiling.

“Nothing.”

“Why are you so smiley?” he chuckles, his eyes are shifting between me, the phone screen and the road.

“It’s just… I know you are in a good mood when we listen to country music in the car,” I softly say and watch him think about it. I’m sure he hasn’t even noticed, it’s just a habit of his that is totally natural for him, but for me it tells a lot.

“And you don’t like country music?” he asks and I can sense what he really meant by it.

“I like it. I like listening to country music,” I quietly say before turning my head to the window while he turns the music on and we drive through the lively streets of New York.

“So we turned down Camila’s offer to have a late night snack to come all the way to Bronx and… have a late night snack?” Shawn concludes as he turns the car off once we are parked. It’s past midnight and the streets are nothing like the atmosphere was around the stadium. The parking lot is almost empty, there’s only one car in the corner, the street lights aren’t giving enough light to see comfortably, but the small pizzeria’s neon lights are coloring the night, letting the night owls know that Luigi’s is open 0-24.

“No. I ended our awkward double date to come here and show you the place where you can get the best pizza on Earth.”

He shakes his head laughing as we get out of the car. I can’t help but feel weird being here again and especially with Shawn. The last time I walked these streets I was nineteen and in deep trouble. Not that I got rid of all the trouble by now but I’m kind of more in control that I was before.

Shawn doesn’t say a word, he just follows me into the small pizzeria that’s heaven for the young people of the area. It’s a beloved destination after a party filled night or if you have the early shift, nothing is open but you are dying to eat something delicious. Or if you are just roaming the streets deep in thoughts and suddenly feel hungry, but you know there’s no food at home. Luigi is always here for you.

The familiar sound of the small bell above the door greets us as we walk into the lit place, flinching a bit from the sudden light compared to the street. I only see a man eating two slices of margarita pizza at the table next to the window and a tall boy who can’t be older than fifteen is focused on his phone’s screen near the cash register, chewing on a pepperoni pizza. The bell’s sound brings Luigi out from the back and suddenly I feel sixteen again as he smiles at us.

The man barely changed, his almost entirely bald head is shining under the lamps, his mustache is grey bud as proud as ever and his big belly is wrapped in a white apron.

“Welcome, welcome!” he greets us as he steps to the counter that’s full of the most delicious pizza slices. One glimpse and your mouth is already watering up, getting your body ready to get blown away by the taste of Luigi's masterpieces.

“Hi Luigi,” I smile at him stepping to the counter with Shawn right behind me. He is looking around curiously.

“Long time no see. Is everything alright Sweetheart?” he asks.

He doesn’t know my name, or anyone’s in fact, but he remembers the faces. You come here more than three times and Luigi will remember you forever. He calls every girl or woman Sweetheart while all the boys and men are his Brothers.

“Yes. Just brought here a friend to show him the best pizza,” I say glancing at Shawn who has been examining the food in front of him and at the mentioning of him he looks up and smiles at Luigi.

“Good, good. What can I get you?”

“Two slices of the margarita and two from the prosciutto, please.” I barely end my sentence and he is already topping the slices on two plates and hands us them.

“Ten dollars, Sweetheart.”

Shawn immediately reaches for his wallet, but I stop him and hand a ten dollar bill over to Luigi and throwing a few coins into the tip jar earning a thankful smile from Luigi.

“My treat. Come on, grab your plate and let’s sit down,” I tell him with my two slices in my hand as I head to the corner table.

“So, may I ask why you wanted to bring me here?” he asks as we take our seats across from each other.

“I told you, I wanted to show you where you can get the best pizza in Earth.”

“But how do you know about this place?”

“Take a bite first and then I’ll tell you.”

He chuckles taking the margarita in his hand. He eyes the slice for a few seconds before biting into it and I watch him taste Heaven. His eyes widen and looks at that pizza as if he just found his future wife. The proudest smile appears on my face as I lean back in my seat and start eating mine.

“Oh my God. This really is the best I’ve ever tasted.”

“I told you,” I shrug with a grin.

We eat in silence for a few minutes until he finishes the first slice and looks at me.

“So, what’s the story?” I knew he wouldn’t let go of it and I don’t even know why I even brought him here. This is a place from my past, my personal life and I don’t have a second thought when I start talking. I just feel comfortable with sharing it with him.

“I used to come here a lot when I was in high school. My school was ten blocks from here and me and my friends hung out all the time here. And since it’s open 0-24 we often ended up here after a nightout.” Many of my favorite memories from my teenage years happened around here. There’s nothing like hanging out on your usual spot with friends, sharing funny stories and making even more. The worst part was when I was forced to go home and face the reality that my life was.

“You spent a lot of nights out when you were in high school?”

“I guess,” I shrug my shoulder, because I don’t know what is considered much, but I know I spent more time away from home than anyone else I knew. I was always the first one to hit the street and the last one to go home, because I would have rather just wandered around in the middle of the night than to go home. “I didn’t like being home, so I mostly hung out somewhere with my friends or crash at their place. I was pretty much a vagabond, but officially I had a home. But I didn’t look for trouble on purpose may I add.”

“What was the problem with being home?” he asks, but when I look into his eyes he regrets the question. “You don’t have to answer, if you don’t want to.”

“It’s fine,” I smile weakly swallowing the food I was chewing on. “Um, my… I never knew my father and my mom was an alcoholic.”

I’m waiting for the usual “so sorry, must have been hard” talk, but he stays silent and it feels so much better than hearing him pity me.

“You said was,” he speaks up after a while, when he is finished with eating.

“Huh?”

“You said your mom was an alcoholic. What is the past tense for?” He asks and now I understand. He wants to know if she is dead or recovered.

“I haven’t seen her in three years, I don’t know what… she is like now,” I admit and I realize this is the first time I’m talking about my family in two years. The last time was when I just started at the Nook and didn’t cope well with the pressure and the work and broke down in tears to Josie, cried my heart out while she listened. Then she made me a hot-chocolate and told me that the past can’t be changed but you can decide how you want to treat it. I chose to deny it and pretend like it never happened.

I can see the sadness in his eyes at the mention of my poor relationship with my mom and it’s weighting on us heavily as I finish my second slice as well. I regret telling him about my mom as the silence is getting thicker, but then he speaks up and suddenly the weight feels so much lighter.

“I haven’t felt normal in almost two years.” His eyes are playing around with the crust that has fallen off of his pizza, he is moving it around his empty plate.

“What do you mean normal?”

“I’m always on the road, my days are jampacked and by the end of the day I feel numb. I love doing what I do, but I miss just being one person in the crowd and not the person the crowd is here for.”

“Can’t you, I don’t know, take a vacation?” I ask and I’m afraid I said something stupid. I clearly don’t know what it feels like to have all the attention all the time.

“I can’t make people not recognize me.” He sighs looking up at me as he elbows on the table with a sad smile.

We sit there in silence, taking in what was just said and with each passing moment it feels more and more intimate. Somehow through our worries and problems we found a way to connect without a word and at first I don’t even realize what this means. It just feels so refreshing to sit here with him in silence and I forget that I’m still working. It doesn’t feel like a job at this moment, it’s more like two friends sharing some deep secrets in the middle of the night over some pizza somewhere in Bronx.

It’s almost one in the morning when we leave Luigi’s and head back. On the way, sitting in the dark I refuse to think what tonight meant for me, for us. I give myself a break to just enjoy a moment, but at the back of my mind I know I’ve done a mistake. Because at the end of the day Shawn is still paying me after every minute we spend together and I’m still an escort with debts as big as mountains, A very troubled past and an even more complicated present. And I shouldn’t be confusing these moments and think they are real.

Because I can’t make the same mistake again and end up in pieces.

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