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valentina-writes · 4 years ago

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Starfall

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A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this, feel free to ask for a specific imagine, headcanon or oneshot. At first I will only write for Azriel. Thanks for reading!

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“Look, y/n, there is nothing you need to worry about. Nothing. It’s Azriel we are talking about. He may be a spymaster, but he’s pretty damn clueless at the same time”, your best friend Mor reminded you.

The two of you were standing in your bedroom in the House of Wind, getting ready for starfall. You had just been talking about your crush on the spymaster in question - to be honest, that was no surprise. You had found a person to rely on when you told Mor about your feelings for him. And since then somehow all of your conversations seemed to be about him.

“I know, Mor, I know! But everything I do, everything I say seems so obvious to me. And I can’t even do anything about it! I try being decent about it, but it’s always the same. We start talking about anything and I can only concentrate on how close he is and on his eyes and his face and his lips and then I start blushing and it gets super awkward”.

Embarassing memories of your last birthday came to your mind, where you had hugged him for the present he gave you - a beautiful necklace - and he had been noticably uncomfortable for the rest of the evening, shadows surrounding him. Then Mor, already super drunk, had nearly told him you were in love with him, after you tried to apologize and talk about the next mission he would be sent on.

She thought about your concerns for a while and just said: “Then try not to talk to him. I don’t think that he ever noticed anything weird about your behavior, because then he would’ve said something. But if you are not comfortable striking up a conversation because of what could happen, just don’t do it”.

Then she left your bedroom mumbling something about Rhys’ wine and you were left on your own.

Your heart was beating in anticipation and fear. You would see Azriel today. Truly see him, after months of only getting a few glimpses at him before he was sent on his next mission.

But what would he do if he noticed that you were in love with him? Would he push you away? Tell you that he’s still not over Mor? Laugh at you for your childish hopes?

You pushed your worries aside and smoothed out your dark blue dress. Today was a holiday. A festive day meant to be celebrated. Even if you would deeply embarrass yourself again, there would still be Mor and Cassian and Rhys’ good wine to help you forget what you had done.

When you left your room, there was already music playing and a few guests chatting and drinking. The house was beautifully decorated. But you could not appreciate any of that.

“Y/n! Come over here!”, Cassian called out to you. You quickly spotted him and braced yourself. Where Cassian was, there usually was Azriel too.

And yes, there next to Cassian, hidden behind his raging shadows, was Azriel, handsome as ever. You quickly shifted your glance to the group surrounding him, unable to look at him for another second.

You could not have him. Never. He was still in love with Mor, still not over his past. And though you couldn’t blame him for that, your feelings did not cease. If anything, they grew stronger by the second. And that terrified you. Because what if you would spend eternity yearning and longing for him like you were now?

“Are you alright?”, Rhys asked you. He looked concerned, as if he could see right through you.

“Yes, it’s fine. I’m just a little tired, that’s all”, you quickly said and smiled at him. That wasn’t even a lie. Since Azriel had been on one of his dangerous missions to the Autumn Court, you hadn’t been able to sleep at night, always fearing for his life. Every morning when a new report from him came, you were incredibly happy. He was alive.

“Well, then prepare to be even more tired tomorrow. You won’t get any sleep tonight!”, Cassian exclaimed, pointing at the dance floor that was now filling up.

“We will see, Cassy, we will see”.

“Cassy? I like that. I like that a lot. Maybe I should call you Cassy baby. That fits your childish antics”, Amren said, joining your group. You were almost sure that you heard a low chuckle out of Azriel’s direction.

“I should better get going”, Rhys quietly excused himself, walking towards Feyre, the newest addition to your circle. He seemed to be drawn towards her, like you were towards Azriel. The only difference being that she acted the same way as Rhysand, instead of kepping away.

“Me too. I’m gonna get Mor, I don’t want her to drink all of the good stuff herself”, Cassian said and disappeared in the crowd. You desperately wanted him to stay. Being alone with Azriel would only lead to awkward looks and you rambling on and on about something like the weather.

“Gosh, if they keep going like that they won’t be able to stand upright at the end of the night”. Amren shot some glances at you and Azriel, while saying that. You had never explicitly told her about your feelings, but still it looked like she knew something. Probably because of how obvious you usually were about your feelings.

“Anyway, that’s too funny not to watch. I will have them get me some fresh blood tomorrow for keeping an eye on them”. Amren mouthed a good luck to you and then made her way through the crowd, too - in a totally different direction than Cassian. You would not get her any blood, that was for sure. She had set you and Azriel up against your will.

You felt your cheeks heating up, when you turned to face Azriel. His face showed no sign of noticing what Amren just had done.

“Hi”, you breathed, “it’s nice to see you”. You tried your best holding his gaze without showing how he made you feel. How his hazel eyes burned into your soul, making your knees wobbly and heart pound.

“It’s nice to see you too, y/n”, he answered.

For a while you just stood there, watching the others. Mor and Cassian had started a very ... unconservative looking dance battle. You started to think about what you could tell him, how you could start a conversation. When all of a sudden-

“Do you want to dance?”. It was more of a whisper than anything else, nearly drowning in the noise of the crowd.

You spun around to see him looking at you. For the first time today you allowed yourself to look at him, truly look at him. He looked very tired and reserved, his wings tucked tightly against his back. The usual look of shyness surrounding his face. You could not look away, drank in his features, noticing his dark blue suit. The same color as his siphons he didn’t wear today. The same color as your dress.

“Yes”, you said, smiling. Your heart began to beat even faster when he laid his hand on your waist and lead you to the dance floor. Subconsciously, you shivered at the feeling of his hands through the thin fabric of your gown.

Azriel pulled you closer and started to slowly dance with you. You silently prayed. Dear Mother, please don’t let him hear my heartbeat. Don’t let him find out.

“I didn’t know that you can dance”, you said. He expertly waltzed you through the room. In that moment only the two of you seemed to exist. Everybody else had disappeared from your mind.

“I enjoy dancing. But only with the right partner”. Your heart fluttered in your chest at this comment.

He opened his mouth as to say something else, but suddenly his shadows left their usual place aroung his neck and chest and darted towards you.

They brushed your face and arms, as if they wanted to play with you. You even thought you could hear them whisper things in your ear - too silent to actually make it out.

“I’m sorry, y/n”, he gasped, trying to regain control. His face looked pained, almost shocked, as he let you go and surrounded his shadows around him again. He shook his head and went out onto a near balcony.

What had just happened there? What did this mean? You went after him, wanting to see if he was okay.

You joined him on the balcony, his wings flared as if he wanted to leave. He was so beautiful against the night sky. All of the stars looking dull in comparison to him. Laying your hand on his arm, you turned him around.

“Why did you stop?”, you wanted to kow. You did not care about the blush on your face or the concern in your voice. You did not care about exposing your feelings to him. All you cared about was him.

“It’s ... my shadows. I couldn’t control them. I’m sorry, y/n”, he repeated.

You took another step towards him, not understanding his reasoning.

“What do you mean?”. He frowned and looked down for a second. His shadows were already starting to reach out to you again.

“Most people ... most people fear them They don’t like being close to them. Close to me”. You glanced at his shadows and reached for one of them, touching it. It felt cool against your hand, chilly like the air surrounding you.

“I don’t care, Az, they are a part of you. And to me, they appear rather playful if anything”. Again, he looked down. Almost ashamed. But then his shadows swirled freely around you, like the evening breeze.

“Also, they don’t like being near most people. They shy away. But with you ... they call out to you. Want to be near you”. Your heart missed a beat. His shadows... but that didn’t mean that he felt the same way, right? Maybe that’s why he was so embarrassed. Because his shadows acted against his will.

As you ran your fingers through the shadows and looked at his face, the way his eyes glowed in the moonlight, you made a decision. This could not go on the way it did for the last one-hundred years. You loved him. Every part of him. And if he did not feel the same way, you would end it here and now.

“Azriel, I...”, you started, but he stopped you.

“Don’t, y/n. Please, don’t”. Pain appeared in his eyes, his wings and shadows folding around him, as if to protect him. But you did not budge.

“Az, I love... I love you. I have loved you since I met you. I did not plan on telling you this, but I...I cannot live like this anymore. The constant hiding and the fear of exposing my feelings. I love you. Every part of you. And if you don’t feel the same way about me ... then that’s fine”. When this burden, the feelings you had kept to yourself for such a long time, fell from your chest, you felt weak. He would send you away, tell you he didn’t feel the same.

You already turned around, unable to look at the shock in his eyes anymore, when his shadows pulled you back. His expression softened as he looked at your face.

“I love you too, y/n. But I was scared. Scared that this would not work out, scared of opening up. Scared of the possibility that I wasted over four hundred years waiting for Mor to fall in love with me. I did not know how to approach you, what to tell you. I wanted to be with you, yes I did. But it felt impossible, so I tried pushing you away”. He breathed out, relaxing. He loved you. He loved you. That was all you could think about.

“I went on all these missions to try to get my head free. I tried not to think about you or my feelings or how you felt about me. I tried to stop my feelings. But when I saw you today, for the first time in months ... I did not know how to react. And then we were dancing and ... the shadows gave everything away”. You reached out for his hands, holding them in yours. He let out a sharp breath but then relaxed at your touch.

“I could not sleep when you were gone”, you said, your voice barely more then a whisper, “I was afraid something would happen to you. And I was the one to check your reports every day. I nearly died every night at the thought of you dying”. Tears started to form in his eyes, as he pulled you closer.

“That’s what I felt like too”, he murmured against your hair. You let out a deep sigh.

Azriel cradled your face in his hands, ever so gently and kissed you on your lips. His wings closed around you as he deepened the kiss, slowly tasting your lips and melting into your touch.

His shadows now caressed you as he held you close. The kiss was long and sensual, as if he had waited for this to happen for a long time. As if he could never get enough of you.

And when both of you had run out of breath, you just silently stood there on the balcony, wrapped in his wings and arms, listening to his heartbeat as the stars around you fell.

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bokutoslittlebird · 4 years ago

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In Your Eyes

Bokuto Kōtarō x Chubby!Reader

Author’s Note : There are some dark things in here and if you feel suicidal please do not keep it bottled in. It’s not healthy and needs to be addressed. The really bad stuff isn’t until the middle (right before the smut, basically), so be warned! That’s where the suicidal stuff is and like I said, if you do any of this or feel suicidal please seek professional help because it’s not worth keeping unhealthy feelings inside ; If you are wondering why Bokuto’s obsessed with licking and biting in this, I have been rereading a doujin where Bokuto does that and, well, it’s hot ; I swear this would not have taken me so long if I didn’t keep crying while writing it omg I would be dead if I had a shot every time I had to stop writing so I could wipe my tears and snot. This is why I don’t like to read or write angst but wow was that therapeutic.

Warnings: angst, fat shaming, use of the word “pig”, body dysmorphia (inability to look in a mirror), vomit, suicidal tendencies/intention (via overdose) + implied past actions alcohol, soft!dom Bokuto, choking, creampie(s), mating press+doggy style, licking and biting, facesitting

The cheers of the crowd erupted as the whistle blew. Once again, the MSBY Black Jackals had won. This match was against the Red Falcons, another team in the V.1 division. It was a close call, but Hinata managed to break the deuce with his monstrous quick attack and seal the set with their victory.

The team was jumping and bouncing, giving out high fives as they did. Of course, they had to shake hands with the Adlers, bowing to the audience and thanking them for their support. When Bokuto did his classic ‘Bokuto Beam’ move towards the audience, you could hear the girls squealing and giggling. It isn’t like they didn’t do the same when Atsumu or Hinata waved to them, but it hit you different. After all, they were beautiful in your eyes, slim and flawless.

Oh, yes. You’re the MSBY Black Jackal’s manager, being a classmate of Hinata in his second and third year (as in you tutored him and helped manage the volleyball club with Yachi). Hinata was your first friend, which kind of sounds pathetic. It was, if you were being honest with yourself. Being heavier than the average girl at your school subjected you to bullying and pranks that ended with you crying until you threw up. Hinata never made you feel like that, though. He always made sure you were comfortable and every member of the club at Karasuno treated you like an angel. You ended up applying to be the MSBY manager when Hinata asked, saying they needed a manager and wondered if you could apply. Well, it was either that or finding a job at the circus, as your family would sneer at you. Truly, Hinata was the first to accept you.

Once you got the job, it was like being back at Karasuno, honestly. Everyone was friendly and treated you no differently than they would treat others. However, you wished one of them would treat you differently.

Bokuto.

He was the ace of the team, a goofy fella that could make anyone smile. Including you. Aside from Hinata, he made you feel accepted and made you forget about any woes and horrid thoughts you were facing. He didn’t know about them like Hinata did, but you were sure he’d treat you different if he knew.

Once everything was packed up, you and the coach headed out, the team not too far behind you.

“Shōyō-kun, that was one of yer best sets yet!” Atsumu cheerily piped up, walking behind Hinata. Hinata was right beside you, as he always was.

“I’m glad you think so! I don’t know if we can surprise the Adlers next time, though. Kageyama still knows my tricks,” he huffed as he finished his statement, putting his hair down so he could mock Kageyama. You giggled at his antics.

“Alright, change up and meet at the bus in 10 minutes, let’s go!” Coach commanded. Each member voiced their acquiescence. You decided to use this opportunity to go to the bathroom. After all, their match lasted almost an hour, if not more.

In the restrooms, you were almost done when you heard a bunch of girls giggling as they entered. Instead of leaving, you stayed in place, waiting for them to go.

You wish you hadn’t.

“Gosh, those boys are so attractive!” One of them said. Two voices agreed.

“Have you seen Atsumu and Kageyama? They’re both so hot!”

“I was too focused on that number 12,” oh no, “Bokuto, I think? He’s a good looking man, bet he has the stamina of a god, too,”

“Yeah, it’s a shame their brand is ruined by that mascot of theirs.” What?

“Mascot? Oh! You mean the pig? Yeah, she does put a damper on everything, doesn’t she? Imagine being that attractive and having that thing follow you around!” The girl cackled, her friends following suit. You felt your stomach drop, tears springing in the corner of your eyes as you listened to them.

It was easy to forget you were different when you with the team since they made you feel normal, but that didn’t mean others wouldn’t notice you.

The girls eventually left, the door slamming shut behind them. Whether they came in there to do makeup or just talk shit about you knowing you were in there didn’t matter. Not when you were crumpled up on the floor as sobs wracked your frame. Life sucks.

It’s not like you didn’t try! That’s the other thing! You try to lose weight and nothing happens, exercising doesn’t do much and diets are practically useless. You used to go to the gym, but stopped when you kept getting stares. You also used to run with Hinata in the mornings, but since he was so much faster than you, you stopped. What’s the point if you’re panting and breathless after a minute while he’s still going strong after 30 minutes? It felt like nothing would ever help.

A buzzing interrupted your crying fest, you sniffling as you wipe away the tears and look at the screen. It’s from the groupchat, Hinata asking if you’re okay and they were all at the bus. You typed back a quick ‘K’ and got up. The best you could hope for was nobody would point out the red eyes and the sniffling.

Hinata knew of your troubles, being there for you when you broke down in school more often than not. When you confided that he was the first person you felt comfortable with, it broke him. Seeing you had bottled up your emotions because nobody bothered to listen or care, it made him want to include you in his life. He would invite you over for dinner and his sister would excitedly talk to you, never making you feel uncomfortable. When he heard that you were in Osaka, he immediately called you up about being the MSBY manager.

He also knew of your crush on Bokuto. It was obvious to him, with how you looked at the ace with longing. Hinata even encouraged you to confess, but that was quickly dismissed when you told Hinata how you felt like Bokuto deserved better than someone like you. Bokuto was muscular, attractive, and charming — in your eyes, he deserved to be with someone his equal. That did not mean you. Hinata knew of your troubles, but he also knew of Bokuto’s. Bokuto has a crush on you, too, finding himself more accepted with you around. Contrary to the ace’s personality, he was insecure in a lot of things. He wasn’t very smart, which was often pointed out by others. He knew when someone was upset, though, so he always knew he needed to make you feel better.

Once you arrived at the bus, Hinata greeted you as everyone else had boarded. “What’s wrong?”

“The same old thing, you know,” you sniffle, your voice cracking as you remember the hateful words. Hinata’s face soured as you said those words. Back in high school, he would sit down and cry with you. Now, he was tired of you still being picked on as an adult.

“Immature, that’s what they are. Come on, we’re gonna stop by that restaurant you love.” Oh great, food. You may have been starving when the match ended, but after the incident, you just wanted to go home and cry. You numbly nodded and followed Hinata onto the bus. The coach didn’t bother pointing out anything, but he sent you a sad look when he noticed the red eyes on you. You sadly smiled and continued to your seat, behind the coach as the bus started to move. Curling into your jacket, you tried to think of something else.

The restaurant was a disaster. Everyone had been excited and gotten off the bus when a bunch of fangirls came up to them. You had just smiled and shook your head, feeling better already. At least, you had been until the girls noticed you and gave you looks of disgust. It was short lived, their attention turning back to the boys, so you briskly walked off, into the restaurant, away from the crowd. It took almost 5 minutes for the girls to leave, but you refused to eat anything other than a salad and drink water. Even then, you excused yourself to the restroom to take a break, crying and attempting to force yourself to throw up. Once home, you locked the front door and let your emotions spill out. Crying and screaming was common, so that’s what you did. Then came the process — getting rid of any reflective surface. Turning off the lights, turning on the tv, covering the mirrors with sheets, closing the blinds, shutting out any possibility of looking at yourself. Even with nobody around, those words and looks stuck and struck deep, you eventually curling into yourself on your bed as you cried yourself to sleep.

The next day came, your alarm ringing and the sound bouncing off the walls. You turned it off, completely turning off your phone. Instead of dealing with alarms and people, you’d suffer alone behind the comfort of your home.

The team was worried, you were never late. Bokuto was more pouty than normal, your cheerful greeting missing from his morning and his bear hug. Atsumu also missed your cheerful greeting, asking Hinata if he knew of anything. When Hinata said he did not, he texted and called you, receiving no answer.

Okay, then he’d go to you.

Hinata had stayed at your apartment before, spending the night or just to hang out. Sometimes he brings you food and snacks when you need it, or he just checks on you. He has a spare key in case of anything and he’s glad he does when the door’s locked with no answer. He calls you once more time, knocking until he hears something. It’s faint, but it sounds like movement. So, you’re awake. But not answering the door. Sighing, he unlocks the door.

The apartment is not surprising to him, the windows covered and reflective surfaces covered. He was afraid of this, but he continues on. When he reaches your room, he hears more sniffling and crying. “[Y/N]?”

“Leave me be, Shōyō,”

“[Y/N], please. The team misses you,”

“Fuck off. I’m a charity case to them, I know it. Why else would they keep me around? I should just wallow away,” your voice sounds tired, the thought of the boys sticking with you out of pity a common thought you’ve had.

A thought that isn’t true, but breaks Hinata’s heart. “You know that’s not true. Everyone loves you! Even Bokuto,”

“Shōyō, shut up. Empty words do nothing. Maybe it’d be better if I just... stayed here. Maybe I should just end the misery,”

“Do not. Talk like that. Please.” Hinata’s voice cracks with each word. He knew you were bad, but you could pretend like everything was fine. He should’ve known the harsh treatment yesterday would affect you like this. He should’ve spent the night with you when you ordered a salad and a water. He should’ve told the coach or Meian when you went to the bathroom for 10 minutes that you were trying to throw up. Your lie of there being a line was obvious, a common excuse after a long time away. Hinata felt his chest tighten as he realized you didn’t answer him. “I’m getting Bokuto.”

“Shōyō! Don’t you dare!” Your screams do nothing as he basically runs out your apartment, you flinging the door open to see him gone. You start crying more, afraid that Bokuto will see just how pathetic you are. If he ever looked at you with disgust, the way everyone else does, you don’t know if you could continue on with your life.

Maybe it’d be better that way.

Bokuto doesn’t really know what’s going on, one moment he’s stretching and the next he’s running to the train station with Hinata’s words repeating over and over again.

‘[Y/N] needs you’

Bokuto’s first thought immediately went into the gutters, a blush coating his cheeks until Hinata continued.

‘I think she’s in trouble’

With those two sentences, Bokuto ran off, forgetting his bag and just taking his phone with him. He only needed his phone, really. Strange stares from the public didn’t bother him, he knows he’s still wearing his practice clothes and his knee pads, the material looking like leggings. He made it to the train station before it left, getting on and calling Hinata back.

“Bokuto?”

“I’m on the train, is everything okay?” He was panting, the train station being a bit away from the practice gym. He didn’t even bother sitting, just standing beside the doors.

“I don’t know. She’s.. She’s in a bad place. She won’t listen to me, but she’ll listen to you,” Hinata’s words are slightly muffled, sniffling accompanying his sentence. The words make Bokuto’s chest tighten.

“I don’t know what I can do, you’re her best friend. What could I do?”

“She’s in love with you. Has been for a while, actually. I know you can help her where I can’t. Just — I’ll give you her apartment key when you get to the station. Once I do, please go to her. Please,”

“I—“ Bokuto’s eyes are wide, his face definitely pink now. He’s still worried about you, but the idea of you actually liking him — no, loving him the same way he loves you, it makes him giddy. It gives him the push he needs to make it to you.

As soon as the doors open, there’s Hinata, holding a key ring for him to take. Bokuto doesn’t hesitate, a quick nod in Hinata’s direction before he rushes off to your apartment complex. All of the boys have been to your apartment before, but Bokuto and Hinata are the only ones who know the way to the place. Bokuto has gotten a bit drunk before and ended up crashing at your place, as well as just staying there when practices run late since his place is the farthest away from their practice gym.

Arriving at the apartment, he slides the key in and turns the knob, momentarily confused at the sheets covering your glass coffee table and the TV, but he continues in. He knocks on your bedroom door. “[Y/N]? Are you in here?” When he gets no response, he freaks out. Turning the knob, he notices you’re not in there, but there are more sheets covering things, as well as the blinds being shut. Even more confused, he turns back to the hallway and notices the bathroom door is closed. Fear strikes him as he thinks he knows why you’re not answering — he hopes he’s wrong.

When he opens the door, he realizes he was partially right. With a bottle of wine pressed to your lips, an empty pill bottle in one hand, your eyes wide as Bokuto’s golden eyes met yours. A brief moment of anger flashed across his face before you were forced over the toilet, his thick fingers going down your throat.

“Shtap!” Your muffled voice comes out, gagging around his fingers as he attempts to activate your gag reflex. He doesn’t stop, your squirming easily quelled against his strong grip on your arms pinning them back. You feel the bile rise and then you’re expelling the contents of your stomach into the toilet, coughing and sputtering as the painkillers you just took are now emptied into the porcelain bowl. Bokuto doesn’t let go of you as you cry, trying to get out of his hold.

He doesn’t know what he should bring up first, the fact Hinata called him over or the fact he caught you in the middle of a suicide attempt. You’re screaming and telling him to get off of you, but he instead holds you closer, your sobs fading as tears spill out of his own eyes, staining the hoodie you’re in. “Why would you do that?” He whispers.

You don’t know how to respond to that, instead choosing the phrase, “why not?” His face scrunches up and you don’t know if he’s in pain or angry as he shakes you.

“Why would you do that?! Don’t you know how many people would be distraught over you? Hinata would be inconsolable! Who would TsumTsum and I joke with? Did you even think about that? Did you think about me?” His voice is loud and it makes you cry harder, the weight of his words hitting deep. Bokuto’s been there for you through a lot and you’ve been facing all your problems on your own. “You can’t just do that! That’s selfish!”

“Why would it matter, Bo? What’s the point? I can’t face myself let alone face my feelings! Why not just stop hurting?” You’re both crying, him holding onto you tightly as you dry heave a bit, a stinging in the back of your throat and an arrow in your heart.

“Why can’t you face your feelings? You have Hinata and me!” Before you can tell him something else, he presses his lips to your forehead. You freeze. “I don’t know what I’d do if you left me. I don’t think I could live without you,” He dryly chuckles, tears still streaking down his face. You hiccup and look down, afraid to face him.

“You don’t mean that. You’re trying to make me feel better, I know. Just be honest with your feelings. I’m already low enough, no reason to keep up appearances,” more tears come out as you try to not break into another fit. Bokuto would never look at you the same you looked at him, especially not after seeing you like this. You couldn’t blame him, you look like a mess in your old sweatpants and the old hoodie that felt too tight even if it was one of the largest sizes you could find. Your hair is no better, hasn’t been brushed and you’ve been in bed for a while.

“Hinata said you loved me—“

“Stop,”

“So I came because he said he was worried—“

“You don’t need to say it,”

“If I had been a second later—“

“Stop it, please,”

“I wouldn’t have been able to tell you my feelings—“

“Please, don’t,” you cover your face, tears blurring your vision anyways. Bokuto removes your hands, looking into your eyes. His own are full of warmth and love, not disgust or regret. It makes you cry more, a horrible wail as you dive into his chest. He laughs as his arms wrap around you, comforting in these dark moments.

“I love you, you know? I have for a while,”

“Why? What do you see in me? What could I possibly have to attract you? I’m not—“

“Don’t say it. Don’t say ‘I’m not like other girls’, because everyone’s different. You make me want to be a better man, you make me excited for each new day. Nobody can compare to you,”

“I can’t.. I’m sorry, I can’t trust you. I’ve— I’ve been made fun of for too long, I want to trust you, I want to love you, I want to be with you, but I don’t know if my heart can take another one,”

“Another— what?”

“It’s a long story, I don’t want to bore you,”

“Baby, I’m not going anywhere,” he nuzzles your cheek, more tears spilling out as your chest tightens with love.

You decided to explain to him what happened in the past and how you trusted Hinata. Bokuto brought you to your room and made you some tea, brought a bottle of water, and also made you a snack. The thought of eating made you feel sick, but a pouty buff man had you slowly nibbling on the piece of toast. You hadn’t eaten since dinner the previous day, so you wanted to inhale it, but you didn’t think you could stomach it.

After explaining everything to Bokuto, you tried to laugh it off, saying it wasn’t a big deal, but he refused to accept that. A quick call to Hinata to let him know you were okay and that Bokuto would be taking a day off was the next step, letting Bokuto stay with you for the rest of the day. He didn’t want to leave you alone, the fear of almost losing you still making his heart race in a bad way. Even as you just scrolled through InstaGram on your phone, he worried if he left you’d go back to the dark headspace. He couldn’t stop it, but he figured he could prevent it.

The first thing to change your mood is get you in the shower.

When he bounced back into your room, you looked at him from your position. You looked exhausted, the toast only half eaten but the glass was empty. Bokuto shook his head and clicked his tongue. “You need to refresh yourself. Time to take a shower!”

“What are you, my dad? If you want me to do it then make me,” You muttered, snuggling back under the covers. Bokuto closed his eyes and sighed, trying to not say anything sexual.

“I will throw you over my shoulder and into the bathroom. Don’t underestimate me, [Y/N],” the bed dips as he sits on the edge. “I’ll strip you down and wash you if I have to,”

“Why are you so forceful? Damn,” you made it sound like a bad thing, but you were smiling. “Fine, I’ll shower. You don’t gotta wash me, I’m not a baby,”

“But you’re my baby?” He sounded so confused, you freezing half out of the bed. Clearing your throat, you continued.

“Uh, sure. Are you planning on leaving soon? Or..”

“Nope! I’m staying over. I’ll change the sheets while you shower, too!”

“Oh, okay,” you say, numbly getting up to get clothes. With the lack of clean clothes, you have a few shirts and some pajama pants, but your stomach twists as you realize why they’re clean. They don’t fit as nicely as the other clothes, so you face two options: reuse the hoodie you’re wearing or face the humiliation of putting on a tight shirt. Thinking of the restriction, you decide the hoodie would be best. A large pair of pajama pants and a pair of panties is all you take, but Bokuto notices the lack of clothes.

“Are you just changing your pants? You’re showering, right?” Hes rifling through his bag, planning on changing out his practice clothes while you’re in the shower. He doesn’t want to get your clean sheets dirty, after all.

“Um, I’m out of shirts, so.. I’ll just reuse the hoodie,” you shrug, not seeing a problem. His eyes light up as he holds a finger up, digging through his bag once more. Apparently, Hinata dropped it off while you were taking a nap, all that crying had exhausted you. Bokuto smiles brightly as he pulls out his own hoodie, the black hoodie with the golden MSBY brand and the Black Jackal claws. “I don’t think—“

“I’ve been dreaming of you in my hoodie for some time, so this is a perfect opportunity! I’d prefer you to wear this,”

“Uh, I’m pretty big, Bokuto. I don’t think it’ll fit, if I’m being honest,” you look down at the ground, the disgust from earlier rising in your chest. Bokuto just tilts his head to the side.

“I think it’ll fit. It’s pretty big on me, so it’ll fit. If it doesn’t, let me know. I’ll get you something else,” he just shrugs, holding out the hoodie. His name is on the back and in a way, it feels like he’s marking his territory. You take it, thanking him as you head towards the bathroom. If it didn’t fit, you didn’t know what you’d do.

When you finished washing up, you put on the clothes. As big as Bokuto was, you still didn’t expect the hoodie to fit. When it slid on easily, you were highly surprised, but also it took you a moment to collect yourself. Seeing you in his hoodie was something out of your wildest dreams, him even telling you he’s fantasized about it making your body hotter than it should be. You had to calm yourself down before exiting the bathroom, entering the bedroom to see him lying on the bed in sweatpants. That’s it.

“Where the hell are your clothes?!” You cover your face, spreading your fingers a bit to see him stand up excitedly.

“You look so good in my hoodie!” He hugged you tightly, lifting you up a bit.

“Don’t pick me up, put on a shirt!” The only thing separating your skin from his was the hoodie which, well, wasn’t very thick. The zipper itself was as high as it could go but still felt too low.

“Why? Don’t I look good? Are you uncomfortable?”

“Yes, you look good and I’m uncomfortable. This is just a weird situation,” you try to explain... as if you had a shred of dignity left. The laptop propped open with the opening of your favorite movie caught your attention. “Are you gonna watch a movie?”

“We’re gonna watch it! To make you feel better, of course!” He seemed so proud of himself, standing with his fists on his hips as he smiled. You shook your head, rolling your eyes.

“Okay, then. Do you want snacks?”

“Snacks?!”

After getting snacks for the movie, to which he fed you some while you fed him, you ended up falling asleep as you watched the movie. It was nice and warm under the covers and Bokuto’s body heat right next to you helped to lull you to sleep. He didn’t seem to notice you falling asleep until your head hit his shoulder, eyes closed as you peacefully slept. After pressing a kiss to your forehead, he closed to laptop and got comfortable under the sheets. The worry of him losing you was still there, but he kept his arms around you tightly in case it was a dream. Like you, he hoped it wasn’t.

Waking up wasn’t that bad, an urge to quench your dry throat a common thing to wake up to. What wasn’t common, however, was the thing poking your butt. Now fully awake, you tried to shoot up in bed to see what was going on but Bokuto’s arms held you down. It was then you realized what was poking you. Attempting to get his arms off of you was a hard feat, trying to squeeze out of the grip when he moaned. You froze and looked at his face, still asleep. Attempting to move again, he let out another one. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out.

He was having a wet dream. In your bed. Beside you.

Your immediate thought was who? Your next thought was me? You dismissed that idea, rolling your eyes as if that could happen. Well, until your name came past his lips. You were surprised to hear it, even if he showed and attempted to prove his feelings for you. Him dreaming of you subconsciously? It gave you confidence.

Enough confidence to wake him up and let him continue his dream in reality? No.

But, you didn’t think you’d have another dark episode anytime soon. He didn’t seem to relent his grip on your body, so you dealt with it, staring at the wall in the dark as he continued his noises. Well, at least until he bucked his hips. You gasped as he did, him waking up to your noise. “You ‘kay? Somethin’ wrong?”

Wide eyes looked at him, before glancing down and flickering back up. He follows your eyes and his face goes red. It’s hard to tell in the dark, but the moonlight coming in from the uncovered window illuminates enough. “I am so sorry, I’ll le—“

“Why?” You can’t stop yourself from asking, immediately smacking your forehead. He’s a bit confused from your actions, but you continue. “Um, I’d, uh- I’d like to know what you dreaming about.” Confidence? Yeah, right. You’re practically shaking from the fear of his answer. Of course, it was your name but you could’ve heard wrong, right? Yeah, you—

“My boner speaks for itself, doesn’t it?” Does he have shame? You just look at him so exasperated as he just stares at you, not too sure what you were expecting. “Or do you not know?”

“I— Okay. Was it me?”

“Who... who else would it be?”

“Oh, okay. Why?” You’re both so confused, you not understanding the appeal while he’s not understanding why it’s so weird. Or confusing.

“Why not? I’m in the bed with my girlfriend, longtime crush, who I find extremely attractive? Is this too much? Is it wrong for me to, um, wanna do that? Or dream about it?” No shame!

“I’m still having problems seeing things from your perspective, but okay. Still cannot see the appealing side of me, so it’s just... it’s weird for me to actually realize you like that. You actually,” you gulp, “like me,”

“I’ll say it as many times as I need to, [Y/N]. You’re perfect in my eyes. I want you to see that in your eyes, too,”

“I cannot, if ever, do that. Sorry,” you just shrug, going back to lay down. It isn’t long until he’s straddling you. “What are you doing?”

“I want to make you see things how I do. You gave me this,” he gestured to the bulge in his sweatpants. Looking at it too long scares you, the size scaring you more. “I want you,”

“Oh my god, I’m being dead serious now: you are not gonna like what you see. I’m not attractive, Bo,”

“Let me be the judge of that, hm?” It’s the only thing he says, but you hesitantly nod. He smiles and as much as you want to enjoy it, you’re still shaking. You have no idea what’s coming next, you don’t know what he’s gonna do once he sees what’s underneath and it scares you. So badly. His hands go underneath your—his hoodie, running over your skin. “If you’re scared, I can stop. I don’t want to push you into anything,”

“It’s not that, I just can’t see what you see. But I want to. I want to see myself in your eyes, if you can do that,”

“All you gotta do is give me a signal if you want me to stop. I’ll try my best but you’re gonna have to relax, baby,” he has no idea what his words are doing to you. You just nod as he smiles, leaning down to kiss your forehead. He isn’t rough and excited, but rather gentle and soothing. Hands running under the hoodie eventually go up to the zipper, slowly pulling it down. It’s a small thing, but you notice his eyes flickering to your face for any sign of distress. Evening your breathing, you let him completely pull the zipper down as your skin is completely bare to him. You hide your face in shame, ready to apologize and have a million excuses lined up, but he doesn’t let that happen when he starts licking your chest.

“Oh!” Your hands thread through his hair, softer than you expected as it barely brushes against your skin. His eyes are still on you, your fingers moving his strands away so he could clearly see you and you, him. The way his predatory gaze latches onto your face has heat pooling between your legs, rubbing them together to create some kind of friction. Keeping his tongue connected to your skin, his eyes on yours, he moves onto one of your breasts. Popping your nipple into his mouth, he swirls the perked nipple in his mouth as his hand tweaks your other nipple. You’re panting, your head is thrown back as he continues. Soon enough, just rolling your nipples in between his fingers is not enough.

Gathering spit in his mouth, he lets it dribble onto your skin. It’s warm and slick, when he smears it across your other breast as goes back to tweaking your nipples. You look down at what he’s doing only to find him grinning devilishly at you. He then goes down to your stomach, biting into the flesh there. “Bokuto!”

“What? I just wanna taste you,” he shrugs, before licking the area he bit. He has a lot of spit, too, sucking into your flesh and leaving behind a bite mark and his saliva. It’s.. kind of gross, but hot. When he comes back up to your face, he pushes his lips against yours so forcefully that you’re reeling back, mouth opening as he slips his tongue in. It’s a deep, passionate kiss as he runs his hands over your body, squeezing anything he can as he slips his fingers into your pants. “May I?”

“Of course.” Once he has the okay, he moves back down, occasionally leaving love bites as he does. Pulling down your pants, he finds himself face to face with your damp panties. You don’t have time to get embarrassed, however, when he sticks his nose into your crotch and licks the fabric. “What is up with you and licking?” You giggle, finding humor in it. He just pops back up, shrugging. You giggle again, throwing your head back in the pillows. He goes to pull down your panties, sliding them down your legs until they’re completely off. Except for his hoodie, you’re completely naked.

Now if only you could have his cum in you, then would his wet dream be complete. However, there was one more thing he’s always wanted to try, but he’s worried you’ll be against it. “Babe?”

“Is something wrong?”

“No! No! Nothing’s wrong!” He hates how your mind immediately goes negative. Your shoulders relax and your wide eyes slowly lessen as you realize nothing wrong, yet. “Um, can you sit on my face?”

“Bokuto, I don’t-“

“C’mon, please? I’ve always wanted to try it! Especially between them delicious thick thighs of yours,” he then licked his lips with a resounding moan. Although embarrassed, you roll your eyes.

“If I’m too heavy, let me know. I’ll— I’ll get off,” you prop yourself up on your hands, feeling his spit ooze down your body. “You have a lot of spit. Reminds me of how much you sweat,”

“I produce a lot of liquids, y’know?” If it wasn’t for his wiggling eyebrows as he widely grins, you would not know he meant it to be sexual.

“Lay down!”

“Yes, ma’am,” he excitedly gets on his back, his bulge much more prominent than before now that it’s just there. You can see it. You’re still hesitant, but eventually move to straddle his face. He helps you, easily maneuvering your dripping cunt over his mouth. With his strong hands, he forces you down on top of him to the point where your legs can’t keep you up. You attempt to get up, afraid you’re crushing him but he keeps you firmly planted on his face.

A growl erupts from his throat when he gets tired of your squirming, you halting your movements as you try to calm down. His thumbs run over the skin of your thighs to try and soothe you. And it works. You’re feeling lightheaded as he sucks and licks your cunt and probably makes it messier than it is. He brushes his teeth over your clit, sending shivers down your spine as you moan from the feeling. With a grin, you can tell, he gets to work on tongue fucking you as well as sucking on your clit. It isn’t long until your fingernails are digging into his abdomen as you let out a high moan as you come undone on his face. He moans himself, using his thick tongue to gather up every ounce you produced. He also makes a loud slurping noise as he cleans it up.

You move off of him, panting as you look at him. He looks absolutely blissed out, like he saw Nirvana and Heaven all at once. You smile at him, his own smile wide and proud. He immediately gets up, pushing hips lips against yours once more as he licks the corners of your mouth. He is quickly moving to pull down his sweatpants and boxers, but hesitates. “You sure you want this?”

“You aren’t allowed to stop now,” you giggle as he glows, pulling down his pants. Your eyes go wide as you realize how big he actually is. The bulge in his pants was nothing. It is scary, you wondering if it’ll fit.

“Everything okay? Do you— Do you not want it?” He sounds so sad, you immediately coo at him, forgetting the third leg he has.

“No, no, no baby! It’s just— you’re very big. I did not expect that. Just be gentle, yeah?”

“Of course!” Another kiss to your lips, this one more of a peck than a passionate open mouthed kiss. “Can you get on your hands and knees?” You listen to him, rolling over on your stomach before getting in position. This way, you don’t have to worry about seeing him and can focus on what he’s doing, so it’s better in a way. Really, Bokuto just wants to end the night with you on your back and he plans on having you shaking from multiple orgasms before it’s over. He guides his cock to your entrance, a shaky breath leave him as his tip brushes against your folds. You shiver yourself, feeling yourself about to cry, but you wait.

Once he pushes into you, the tears come out for a different reason. “I’m sorry, it’ll feel better in a moment,” he licks your cheek, nuzzling you. You nod as you try to relax, him continuing to push into you. It isn’t until he nudged against your cervix does he stop. Even then, he is still not completely in you. He focuses on evening his breathing, inhaling your shampooed hair. It’s hard to not blow his load so quickly, you squeezing him so tightly. You’re nice and snug, though, your walls eventually relaxing as he stays inside.

“You can— you can move, Bo,”

“Fuck yeah,” he grunts, pulling out only to roughly thrust into you. You lurch forward from the thrust, immediately dropping your mouth open to moan as he sets a steady pace. It’s not fast or slow, but he’s definitely rough with his thrusts. It’s the grunts that really do you in, the way his hands grab at your ass and hips, sounds of pleasure coming from his as sinks his cock into your cunt that has you tightening around him. With a mewl, you have another orgasm and he curses, a low “shit” coming out as he struggles to pull out. He leans down to put his mouth next to your ear, biting the shell as he continues. He doesn’t even break a sweat as he does, stilling himself deep inside you as he lets out a low groan, your eyes scrunch together as you whimper. His cum fills you up to the brim, his hips swiveling to make sure he’s all done.

Well, for that round.

You’re panting heavily as he leaves you, leaning back as he watches your legs shake. His cum oozes out of you, your cunt clenching as it makes more pour out. It’s a beautiful reality, but he wants more. You’re soon flipped onto your back as he is over you again, his hands on the back of your knees, pushing them up. It’s not uncomfortable, but it’s not a very comfortable position, either. Confusion is etched in your face as he does, but his lidded eyes as he licks his lips tell you he’s not done. You’re exhausted, but he’s not.

He wastes no time in sinking himself back into you, his eyes focused on your face as you moan. His grin is almost evil, the way his lips stretch as he bottoms out inside you before roughly thrusting into you. It didn’t take long for another orgasm to start to buildup in you, your head thrown back as your back arches, your head turned to the side as he leans down to lick and bite your collarbone, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh. His hands find yours, intertwining his fingers with yours as he brings them up to your head. You focus on the way his arms flex, the muscles bulging with each thrusts as he puts every ounce of effort into the action. It really shows to how much he loves you and your body.

Even with all the marks on your body, even with all the places he’s touched and licked, that gnawing thought of you worrying nags him. The thought that you’ll still not know just how much he loves you. The thought that you’ll think it was a one time thing. He needs to know you know. He needs to know you’re seeing things in his perspective now. One hand leaves yours, it finding itself around your throat.

“Say my name,” he grunts, alternating his gaze between your face and his cock disappearing inside you. It’s something he’ll never get over. Maybe next time, he can record you two.

“B-Bo—“

“No, my given name. I want you to scream it,” his grip on your neck gets tighter, your walls tightening at the same time. He groans as he throws his head back, his thrusts slowing down as he drags his cock against your walls. “I want your neighbors to know who’s fucking you,”

“You, Kōtarō!” You loudly moan, humming in pleasure as he picks up the pace.

“Who’s making you feel this good? Who does your little cunt belong to?”

“God, you! It belongs to Kōtarō!” You scream, your eyes rolling back as his hands go back to under your knees, pushing them up to your chest. It’s hard to breathe, but you’re clamping down on his cock as a sheen of white forms around it, your slick dripping down your ass and down his balls. The last urge he needed to fuck you like an animal was that, you screaming his name. Your ands wrap around his neck, the material of his jacket rubbing against his thick neck as your nails take down his back. Hissing, he fucks you faster and harder, determination set to get you to one more orgasm. It doesn’t take long, your mouth hanging open as you come undone for one last time, him burying himself as far as he can as he spills another load into you. It’s heavy and fulfilling, but it’s wonderful. A wonderful feeling of being loved.

As you both come down from your highs, he gives you another sloppy kiss. Instead of pulling out, he released your legs and lays on his side, taking you with him.

“Shouldn’t we clean up?”

“That can wait. I don’t wanna leave quite yet,” he pants out, another sloppy kiss. Like he can’t get enough.

Really though, he can’t. He loves you too much

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Upside Down | Nayeon

Roommate AU | enemies to lovers | “You know that your book is upside down, right?”

Wordcount: 1,992

“Is that girl serious?”

When you walked into your room and saw the mess of clothes on the floor, you felt a familiar anger starting to seethe in you. You had always thought your roommate in college would be your best friend for life, but no, you had to end up with the most annoying one ever. Angrily, you slammed the door shut and stormed to your bed. Just before you could dramatically throw yourself on it, however, a weird noise coming from the bathroom caused you to stop dead in your tracks. Confused, you looked at the closed door and strained your ears. Was that...the sounds of sobs? Your feet automatically carried you to the source of the sound until you ended up pressing your ear against the bathroom door. For a while it was completely quiet, making you wonder whether your mind had just played a trick on you, but then you clearly heard someone sniffling on the other side, causing you to rip the door open intuitively.

Although it had been obvious that your roommate had to be the one sobbing, you were still shocked to see Nayeon sitting on the floor with a puffy face. Till this day, you had only ever seen her acting careless, arrogant, and rude. Could this pitiful ball of misery in front of you really be your roommate that you despised? Carefully, you approached her, not knowing how to handle this unfamiliar situation. A part of you expected her to snarl at you anyways for barging into the room. To your surprise, however, she only tiredly looked at you before burying her face in her arms again. What were you supposed to do now?

“W-what’s wrong?”

You stuttered while awkwardly standing in front of Nayeon, not daring to touch her.

“Your prayers have been heard, I will soon get kicked out of college and you’ll be rid of me.”

She chuckled in response although her shaky voice gave away how much this sentence hurt her. Confused, you stared at her, torn between feeling joyous because of her words and feeling guilty because of that.

“Why would you be kicked out?”

You asked after choosing not to be an asshole and to feign concern.

“I can’t find my shirt.”

Nayeon barely managed to choke out her words before another loud sob echoed in the room. Surprised, you flinched before clumsily stumbling forward to pat your roommate’s head in an attempt to calm her down.

“Your shirt?”

Nothing made sense to you and slowly the realization hit you that you had actually no idea who Nayeon really was. If you thought about it, you had never really talked with her since you started living together.

“For work. They are going to fire me if I show up without my uniform. How am I supposed to afford college?”

Out of the blue, Nayeon suddenly flung her arms around your legs and buried her face in your belly. Paralyzed in shock, you simply stared at her and let her soak your shirt with her tears. It seemed like she was crying for hours, but eventually her sobs died down and her death grip on your legs started to loosen. Slowly, she pulled away from you, revealing her face that was even puffier than before. For the first time since you met her, there was nothing left of the usual anger that you felt when you looked at her. Instead, it pained you to see her tearstained cheeks and you automatically reached out to caress them gently. You only realized what you were doing when Nayeon’s eyes widened and you almost retrieved your hand in embarrassment. But when she leaned into your touch, you stopped yourself and decided to give Nayeon the comfort that she was seeking. This was not the time to hold grudges. Patiently, you ran your thumb over her cheek until she seemed to have calmed down and you decided that it was time for a more logical approach to this situation.

“Ok, come on. Let’s find you that shirt. No one is getting fired today.”

You disrupted the silence cheerfully before offering Nayeon your hand to help her up. Hesitantly, she wiggled about on the floor before reaching out and accepting your help.

“I’ve searched my whole closet though. It’s nowhere.”

She whined in desperation and you remembered the mess in your room although it didn’t make you as angry anymore as before now that you knew the reason for it.

“Have you looked under your bed? Didn’t you throw your shirt on the floor the last time you came home from work?”

You recalled and Nayeon furrowed her brow until her face lit up in realization.

“Oooooh...”

She exclaimed before bolting out of the bathroom. With an amused grin on your face, you followed her and by the time you reached her bed, she was already holding the missing piece of clothing in her hands.

“I could have thought about that myself...”

Nayeon mumbled sheepishly, causing you to laugh.

“Well...you’re welcome. Now get out of here before your boss fires you for being late.”

You chuckled, making her jump in surprise like she had already forgotten about work. Quickly, Nayeon gathered all her stuff before rushing to the front door. Before she slipped out into the hallway, however, she stopped and looked at you.

“Um...thank you for your help, Y/N. I’m working late, so I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”

She scratched her neck bashfully and you smiled at her in response before watching her disappear.

What an afternoon.

Accompanied by a loud sigh, you flopped yourself on your bed and shook your head in disbelief. When you had come home today, you had definitely not expected to take care of your crying roommate, much less to feel sorry for her. This whole incident had really caused you to reconsider your opinion of Nayeon. Maybe you had been too harsh on her. Sure, she was the messiest person that you had ever encountered, and she could have been nicer to you at times, but maybe balancing work and her classes had simply become too much for her. If you thought about it, you couldn’t even remember a time that you had ever seen her relax. Deep in thought, you leaned against the headboard of your bed, suddenly finding it hard to see the monster in Nayeon that you had made her out to be until now. You had actually wanted to work on some assignments this evening, but every time you wanted to start writing on your laptop, your thoughts drifted off. Had Nayeon always been so pretty? It seemed like you had always been too busy getting worked up over her antics to really look at her.

“What a waste.”

You mumbled to yourself, regretting all the time that you had wasted by being mad at her. With a pout on your lips, you turned your head to the side to look at the pictures on Nayeon’s wall that showed her with her friends and family.

“Gosh, she’s really pretty.”

You sighed, instantly starting to get lost in the pictures.

All of a sudden, however, you heard how someone unlocked the front door, causing you to jump in surprise. Was Nayeon already back? How much time had you spent just sitting on your bed and drooling over your roommate? In shock, your gaze fell on the clock on your nightstand. 11 pm. You couldn’t believe your eyes. It couldn’t be that late already. The sound of Nayeon entering your dorm was prove enough though that you had really spent a whole evening just dwelling on thoughts. How embarrassing. You could under no circumstances let Nayeon know that she had been on your mind ever since she had left. Act normal, you thought to yourself and quickly grabbed a book from your nightstand to pretend like you were busy. You managed to open a random page just in time when Nayeon looked at you and you stared at the words in front of you without actually reading any of them.

“Hey.”

Nayeon greeted you shyly and only now you dared to look up. Still feeling like you had been caught red-handed, your words were stuck in your throat and you simply nodded at her with an awkward smile on your lips. Confused, Nayeon stared at you for a moment before walking to her bed and sitting down. Mesmerized your gaze was automatically glued to her until your eyes met, causing you to quickly look at your book again in shame. Nayeon, on the other hand, kept staring at you and you gulped nervously. She couldn’t know that you were completely mesmerized by her all of a sudden, right? The room seemed to have caught fire and a dark blush appeared on your cheeks, but Nayeon apparently didn’t share your embarrassment. Calmly, she continued to look at you without uttering a word until she cleared her throat eventually.

“You know that your book is upside down, right?”

She chuckled, causing you to finally look at your book and to realize that she was right. At a blow, the blush on your cheeks became a few shades darker and you closed your eyes in shame. Why did you keep on making a bad impression? Your brain instantly told you to run away to flee this embarrassing situation, but before you could jump off your bed, Nayeon piped up again.

“Hey, Y/N?”

Reluctantly, you turned your head, expecting her to grin at you maliciously, but instead you found her looking even more nervous than you.

“Um...I wanted to thank you again. I know that I’ve been a terrible roommate till now. I was a little overwhelmed lately and took that out on you. I’m sorry.”

She mumbled to your surprise while fidgeting with her fingers. Speechlessly, you stared at her, not having her expected to admit her questionable behavior. Your dumbness didn’t bother Nayeon though. Instead, she used the chance to continue talking.

“And... I was wondering whether I could take you out for dinner to make it up to you?”

Her question was hesitant but determined, causing your jaw to drop. Dinner? What kind of dinner was she talking about? Roommates? Friends? She couldn’t have impossibly asked you out on a date, right? Your thoughts were racing in your brain as you were trying to make sense of her offer to the point that you completely forgot about giving Nayeon an answer to her question. Only when she suddenly leaped to her feet, you zoned back into reality, realizing how ashamed she looked.

“I-I’m sorry...I don’t know why I just asked that. I think, I’ve read the signals wrong. Please forget about this.”

Nayeon stuttered in embarrassment before wanting to rush off, but you were quick to jump to your feet, not caring about your book that fell off the bed with a loud thud.

“NO I WANT YOU TO!”

You yelled, causing Nayeon to stop dead in her tracks and to stare at you in surprise. Embarrassed, you started to blush again, but this time, you didn’t let your words get stuck in your throat.

“I would love to have dinner with you.”

You added sheepishly and a wide, gummy smile appeared on Nayeon’s face.

“Really?”

She asked in disbelief and you nodded. The next moment, a loud squeal echoed through your room before a sudden force caused you to stumble backwards. Nayeon had flung her arms around your neck and was now almost suffocating you. You giggled in amusement and wrapped your arms around her waist to give it a light squeeze. How could you have ever thought that she was arrogant and rude? She was a much bigger dork than you could have ever imagined. And something was telling you that she wouldn’t only turn your room, but your whole life upside down from now on...

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jiejie-eonni-onee-sama · 4 years ago

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Speaking her language

For the charming @empress-writes 💙💛🧡💖

Hope you’ll like the story!

The South of France is a safer place for the Basterds, as they took a break after their last mission.

They were currently hidden in a remote cottage near the small village of Gassin. Its inhabitants were kind and helpful, which was a blessing for Aldo Raine and his men.

"No news from the superiors, Lieutenant?"

"Na yet, Donny. But ya can be sure that we're gonna heard about them, one way or another!"

"So, let's enjoy our free time!" happily exclaimed Hirschberg as he ate a piece of cake.

"Can you sometimes stop eating, you glutton?" admonished Andy.

"But Mrs. Dupin's pies are so delicious!"

As the others were gently chatting, Wicki was gazing at (Y/N) (L/N), the only woman in the group. He could not help but smile while looking at her as she read a book.

If you ask him, he would probably answer that everything she did was perfection. To sum up, he fell heels over head in love with the woman.

Of course, the other Basterds were aware of it and never missed an opportunity to tease him about his crush. Even Hugo loved taunting him!

Wilhelm's daydreaming was interrupted by Utivitch, who shyly asked:

"Hey, (Y/N)?"

"Yes, Smithson?" answered the woman with a gentle smile.

"What are you reading?"

"Oh, I was reading Les lettres de mon moulin by Alphonse Daudet. It is a French collection of short stories about Provence!"

"Okay... Wait, you understand French?"

She laughed.

"Uti, can you remind us what is my job here?"

"She is the translator, you dummy!" growled Hugo.

"Don't be so harsh, Stiglitz!" scolded Hicox.

"Indeed, I am the translator of the group."

"Of course!"

"By the way, how many languages do you speak?" inquired Omar.

A sly grin appeared on her face.

"What if we played a little game?"

"YES! A GAME!" happily screamed Andy, Michael, and Simon.

"Ouch! My ears!" grumbled Wicki.

"Okay, let's play! What are the rules, doll?" asked Donny.

"It's simple: I'll talk in a language to each of you in turn, and you have to guess how many languages I can speak!"

"Sounds good to me! Start whenever ya want, pretty!"

Suddenly, all the Basterds were quiet and waited for (Y/N).

While she was mentally choosing the first player, the other Basterds noticed the enamored gaze of Wicki towards the blonde woman. Time to play some trick on the suitor...

"I'm going to start with... Mr. Hicox!"

"I'm always ready, my dear!"

"Eres muy guapo. ¡Un verdadero caballero!" (You're very handsome. A real gentleman!)"

"Mmmmh... I would say that you speak Spanish!"

"Exactly!"

"And what did you say?"

"I told you that you were handsome, and you look like a real gentleman!"

The Basterds laughed and whistled.

"Well, milady, you're absolutely astonishing! Hearing you speaking Spanish is like listening to a nightingale!" answered the British spy with a seductive wink.

The young woman chuckled before asking:

"You sweet-talker! Alright! Who's next?"

"Why won't you ask Omar?" snickered Michael.

"Go to hell!" grunted the latter.

"Don't worry, Omar: it's only for fun. Are you ready?"

A charming smile came across Omar's face:

"Please, go ahead!"

"Okay... Nǐ hěn yǒnggǎn, wǒ hěn gāoxìng chéngwéi nǐ de péngyǒu!" (You're brave, and I'm happy to be your friend!)

Omar was puzzled.

"It does not sound like a European language..."

"You're right, it's not from Europe..."

"Mh, that's tricky... I don't know!"

"Give it a try!" she gently encouraged him.

The soldier scratched the back of his head:

"Er... Is it Japanese?"

"Sorry, but no. It was Chinese!"

"CHINESE? REALLY?" yelled Omar under the laughs of his comrades.

"Yes, indeed. I learned it when I was younger, thanks to my nanny who came from Shangai! And if you want a translation, it means that you're brave and I am happy to be your friend!"

"Alright... Well, thank you! It was beautiful! Especially when it comes from you!"

"You charmer!"

Wicki raised an eyebrow: he started to guess what his friends were doing, and he was not pleased...

"Fine, let's go back to the game, would you? The next one will be... Donny!"

"At your orders, baby doll!"

"Then, I start... Sei forte e affascinante! E amo il tuo sorriso!" (You're strong and charming! And I love your smile!)

"Ah, so easy! Italian!"

"Bravo! You're right!"

"And what did you mean?"

"I said Donny is strong and charming... and I love his smile!"

Donny put his large hands on his chest, faking to be enthralled.

"And she speaks Italian! Gosh, this woman is perfect!"

He blew her a kiss.

"Please, receive this proof of love from a Bostonian guy!"

Laughing at his antics, (Y/N) mimicked catching the kiss and holding it against her heart.

"Thank you, Donny!"

As for Wilhelm, he gets annoyed. He did not know if they were trying to woo her for real or if they were just pissing him off. In both cases, he hated them at the moment.

"Okay. For the next turn, I'll ask for... Lieutenant Raine!"

"Here I am, pretty woman!"

"Fine, let's go... 'ant qayid rayie qawiun washajae wajadhab jadana!" (You are an astounding leader. Sturdy, brave, and so attractive!)

"Uh, that's a tricky one! Sounds like the Cree language..."

"Unfortunately, Lieutenant, I don't speak Native American languages."

"Okay... So, is it Danish?"

"No."

"Hm... Perhaps Portuguese?"

"Wrong answer. It was Arabic!"

"WOAH!" exclaimed all the Basterds, impressed.

"God, you awe me! And what did you mean?"

"I was saying that you are an astounding leader and that you are sturdy, brave, and attractive!"

Aldo smirked and gave her his best seductive face.

"Girl, give me back my heart, would ya? You stole it since the first day!"

(Y/N) heartily laughed.

"Please, Lieutenant: you're a charmer!"

"Only for you, sweetheart!"

"Verräter!" (Betrayer!) gritted Wicki.

"Fine, let's go! I choose... Andy!"

"At your service, milady!"

"Okay, I start... Du är söt när du ler." (You're cute when you smile)

"Uh... Does this language exist?"

"Of course!"

"Okay, Kagan: use your brains... Ah, I know: Danish!"

"Almost..."

"Swedish?"

"Good answer!"

"Well done, Kagan!" laughed Archie.

"Thanks, sir... But I'm sure that if (Y/N) goes to Sweden, they would hate her!"

"Why?"

"Look at her smile: it's like the sun, the snow would melt in a blink!"

"Oh My God, Kagan! That was the corniest thing I've ever heard!" roared Michael as he clutched his sides.

"Well, I find it cute. Thank you, Andy!"

"You're welcome... By the way, what did you mean?"

"Oh, I said that you're cute when you smile!"

Kagan fiercely blushed.

"Thank you, Miss..."

"Pleasure is mine... Hey, Michael, do you want to try?"

"I never say no to a challenge, especially from a beautiful lady!"

"Let's see... Vy geniy i prekrasnyy chelovek." (You are a genius and a lovely man).

"Woah, Woah, Woah! What the hell is that language?"

"I assure you, this is a real language!"

"Uh... German?"

"NO!" answered Wicki and Stiglitz, offended.

"Calm down, guys! Okay, so if it's not German... It's Russian!"

"Bravo!" (Y/N) clapped happily.

"Wait a minute... If I did not miss the track, we know that you speak 6 languages! And I don't know why, but I think you know more!" said Utivitch.

"That's right! Okay, now, who wants to try?"

"I volunteer!" exclaimed Smithson.

"With pleasure! Let's see which language I use with you..." she wondered.

She got an idea and started to speak in a foreign language:

"Anata wa watashi ga imamade deatta naka de mottomo omoshirokute shinsetsuna hitodesu!" (You're the funniest and kindest man I ever met!)

"Ah, I got it! If it's not Chinese... It's Japanese!"

"Splendid!"

"Well done, chap!" laughed Simon as he applauded.

"Thanks, pal. And may I know the meaning of your sentence?"

"Of course! I said that you are the funniest and kindest man I ever met!"

"And they dare to say perfection does not exist! Obviously, they did not meet our lovely (Y/N)!" shouted Utivitch.

"Please, don't exaggerate!" blushed the young woman.

Wicki clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles went white. He swore to God that they would pay for their antics.

"Okay, the next player would be... Simon!"

"Yes, ma'am! Always yours!"

"You trickster! Fine, try to guess this one... אני מאוד מעריך את החברה שלך." (I really appreciate your company)

"No... You speak Hebrew? The language of our people?"

"Indeed."

"But it sounds beautiful when it comes from you! Okay, you know what? After the war, I'll marry you!"

"Oh, Simon! Don't be so crazy!" she laughed.

"I'm already crazy in love with you!"

"And you say I am corny, Michael..." sneered Andy.

"Forget what I said!"

After she stopped laughing, (Y/N) declared:

"So, I think we had three players last. Well, let's the game begin with Hirschberg."

"Hooray! Here I am!"

"Alright! So, try to find this one... Jesteś uroczym żarłokiem." (You're an adorable glutton)

"Well, that's unusual! Er... I don't remember hearing this language before!"

"Give me suggestions!"

"It is a Slavic language?"

"Not at all."

Gerold sighed.

"Damn it, girl! It's a freakin' riddle!"

"Watch your language in front of a lady!" scolded Hicox.

"Don't worry, Archie: I've heard worse before!" said (Y/N) with a smug grin.

"Mh, I don't know... Is it Turkish?"

"Not at all, but I am currently studying this language!"

"Er... Nope, I don't know!"

"It's Polish!"

"My my, she is impressive!" chuckled Aldo as he took a bite of his bread.

"And what did you say?"

"I said that you are an adorable glutton!"

Hearing that, the other Basterds roared with laughter.

"AH AH AH AH! Well done, (Y/N)!" shrieked Utivitch.

"Hey, that's not fair!" yelped Hirschberg.

Upset that she would offend her friend, the woman apologized.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you, Gerold. I did not mean to..."

"It's alright, (Y/N). Likewise, I'll always forgive you!"

"Oh, why?"

"Because you are beautiful!" answered the soldier with a huge smile.

Relieved, she happily laughed while Wicki contained himself to punch someone's face.

"Okay, now, let's go on with Hugo!"

"I'm listening..."

"I'm sure you'll recognize this language... Du erinnerst mich an einen Wolf: einsam, mysteriös und faszinierend." (You remind me of a wolf: solitary, mysterious, and fascinating.)

"German, without hesitation!" smirked Stiglitz.

"Indeed!"

"And what did she say?" asked Donny.

Hugo stood up and walked towards her.

"She compared me to wolf. She said that I am solitary, mysterious, and fascinating..."

"(Y/N) got the point!" smiled Michael.

Stiglitz arrived near the woman and kneeled with deference.

"You won... I surrender to your beautiful voice! I could not resist you speaking my mother tongue with such delicacy!"

"Nice touch, Stiglitz!" exclaimed Archie.

"Oh, Hugo! You must be exaggerating: I'm pretty sure my accent was a disaster!"

"The only thing pretty is you, (Y/N)" grinned Hugo as he gently kissed the woman's hand... while he looked out of the corner of his eyes at Wilhelm with a roguish glance.

"Trottel!" (You jerk)!" gritted the latter through his teeth.

At the same moment, (Y/N) was amused by her friends' antics: they always treated her like a queen and were very respectful towards her. But this time, she felt that there was something else, like if they were playing a prank on someone...

"You guys are all amazing! But let's finish this game with the last player: Wilhelm!"

Hearing his name, Wicki snapped out of his anger and said:

"Yes, I'm ready!"

"Okay so, let's see if you will be able to find this one... Mon cher Wilhelm, tu es un homme courageux, loyal, et séduisant." (My dear Wilhelm, you are a courageous, loyal, and attractive man.)

The Austrian Jewish man smirked:

"Without any doubt, I would say... French!"

"Precisely! You had a good ear!"

"And what did you say to Wilhelm? I'm curious..." asked Hirschberg with a playful tone.

(Y/N) slightly flushed before answering:

"I told him that he was a brave, loyal, and attractive man!"

"How cute!" laughed Aldo.

As for Wilhelm, he was struck: definitely, he was in love! With a smug smile, he said:

"Merci beaucoup pour le compliment, jolie mademoiselle!" (Thank you very much for the compliment, lovely miss!)

(Y/N) was impressed by his hidden talent.

"Oh, what a surprise! I did not know you speak French!"

"I know a few... but I'm sure I would not reach your level!"

"Don't underestimate yourself!"

"Heck, she could give some “private” lessons, if you want!" smirked Andy while wiggling his eyebrows.

"Keep your dirty thoughts for you!" snarled Wicki.

"Okay guys, calm down! Now that everyone answered (Y/N), did anyone count how many languages she can speak?" asked Archie.

"I did sir! And she speaks in 11 languages!" replied Utivitch.

"11 LANGUAGES?" shouted the others.

"Indeed, you counted well, Smithson. But I also speak Portuguese, Dutch, and Slavic languages. And I'm currently learning Turkish, Hindi, Danish, Korean, and Finnish!"

"Girl, are ya planning to learn all the goddamn languages around the world?" asked Aldo, flabbergasted.

"Maybe... Seriously, I've always been interested in languages since I was a little girl and I never stopped my passion! Luckily for me, I was gifted with a good memory..."

"We noticed it." shrugged Hugo.

"Man, we're lucky to have her with us!" stated Hirschberg.

"Well spotted, private!"

They enjoyed the afternoon, when (Y/N) had to go to the village for some groceries.

Once she left, Wicki turned his angered glare towards his comrades.

"May I know WHAT THE FUCK were you all doing earlier? Wooing her as if you did not know what I felt?"

"Don't be mad, Wicki: we just wanted to make a joke!" said Utivitch who tried to calm his friend.

"I did not find it very funny!" growled the Austrian.

"Don't be so ill-humored! We'll never steal her from you. Of course, we all love her, but she is like a sister or a best friend to many of us!" retorted Kagan.

"Damn right, Kagan. But Wil, ya better tell (Y/N) what ya feel for her! Stop tripping and man up!" ordered Aldo.

"And how I'm supposed to do that?"

"Use your brains, Wicki, and take a guess: why don't you use something she likes to declare your love?" muttered Hugo as he smoked his cigarette.

"Something she likes..." mumbled Wilhelm as he lost himself in his thoughts.

Suddenly, an idea popped up in his mind, and he slightly grinned: maybe he can try something interesting.

He got up and searched in his bag a book his mother gave him before his departure. Wilhelm felt that the answer to his issue was between the pages of this poetry collection...

Later in the evening...

The cool summer night was calm and appeasing for the Basterds as they were finishing the meals brought by their French accomplices.

At the same time, (Y/N) went for a small walk through the forest. She enjoyed the peaceful surrounding of the woods and sat on a tree stump to gaze at the shining stars who enlightened the dark blue sky.

The young woman slightly shivered as she felt the gentle breeze caress her bare arms.

"Can I join you?" asked a familiar masculine voice.

Startled, she turned and was relieved to see Wilhelm.

"Oh, it's you! You scare me!"

"I'm sorry!"

"It's fine... You can sit with me!"

Thanking her, the soldier sat close to the young woman.

He felt a knot in his stomach as he was nervous: God, this girl would be the death of him!

He straightened up himself and declared:

"It's a nice night!"

"Indeed: I've always appreciated summer nights. I don't why, but it always soothes me... And it reminds me of this beautiful painting entitled Starry Night."

"Made by Van Gogh in 1888, if I'm right?"

"Exactly. It was a representation of a starry sky in Provence... where we are!"

"Interesting, I did not know this part of the story..." smiled Wicki.

He leaned closer and said:

"You know, this landscape reminds me of a poem..."

"Really?"

"Would you like to listen?"

"I would enjoy it!" (Y/N) smiled.

Wilhelm cleared his throat and declaimed:

Es liegt der heiße Sommer (There lies the heat of summer)

Auf deinen Wängelein; (On your cheek’s lovely art:)

Es liegt der Winter, der kalte, (There lies the cold of winter)

In deinem Herzchen klein. (Within your little heart.)

Das wird sich bei dir ändern, (That will change, beloved,)

Du Vielgeliebte mein! (The end not as the start!)

Der Winter wird auf den Wangen, (Winter on your cheek then,)

Der Sommer im Herzen sein. (Summer in your heart.)

When he finished reciting the poem, he saw a beautiful smile across (Y/N)'s face.

"Wilhelm, it was amazing!"

"Danke. Maybe you know the author..."

"I think it's Heinrich Heine!"

"Exactly! It’s the poem titled There lies the heat of summer."

"He wrote such beautiful masterpieces about love."

She shrugged with a sly smile.

"I'm a helpless romantic!"

"Don't apologize: it's one of your qualities!"

He added with a slight blush on his face.

"Besides, this poem has a special meaning for me..."

"Honestly? Why?"

"Yes. Well, when I was younger, I told my mother that I would say this poem to the girl I want to spend my life with..."

"Oh, that's so charming..."

(Y/N) interrupted herself when she realized what happened.

"Wait a minute... Did you mean that..."

Wicki nodded.

"You've guessed right: I love you, (Y/N). Since the first day in our team, I knew you were meant to me. But I was a coward for a long time and I did not know how to tell you the truth... until tonight!"

There was a silence until the young woman let out a relieved sigh:

"Thank God, what a relief!"

"What do you mean?"

She fidgeted with her fingers, slightly embarrassed.

"You know, Wilhelm... You were not the only one who was shy about their feelings!"

"You mean... that it's reciprocated?"

She agreed with a slight nod and a timid smile.

Assuaged by this revelation, Wicki leaned closer to her face, letting a few inches between their lips.

"Ich liebe dich, (Y/N)..."

"I love you too, Wilhelm..."

And they gently kissed, their lips sealed in a tender moment...

Meantime, the other Basterds were spying on them, delighted smiles on their faces.

"Finally! He said it!" smirked Aldo.

"Look how cute they are!" grinned Utivitch.

"Indeed, they are. But remember guys: if you want to stay alive, don't cha flirt with her!" stated Donny.

"We took note, Don'. Should we celebrate this new couple?" asked Hirschberg.

"We'll do it when they'll come back to the camp. For now, let's them enjoy this moment alone!" tenderly smiled Andy.

"Gentlemen, we shall come back before they notice our presence. Moreover, we have a celebration to prepare!" simpered Hicox.

"The British's damn right! Let's go, boys!" discreetly cheered Michael.

"I'm so excited! It's like another Valentine's Day!" laughed Simon.

As they went back, Hugo looked back at the lovers with a small grin on his face.

"Well played, Wicki. You managed to speak her language, after all..."

Well, he was right: Wilhelm and (Y/N) found the perfect language between each other: the language of love...

Thank you for the reading!

I hope you’ll like it and I’m looking for your requests!

Take care and see you soon! 😘🥰😍🤩😷

#requests #inglourious basterds #wilhelm wicki #gedeon burkhard #rosamund pike

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mediocre-writerr · 4 years ago

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slow dancing in the parking lot [dani clayton]

Dani Clayton x fem reader

Requested: I want to know if it’s possible to write one where the reader and Dani slow dance together and they remember all the time they dance together like their first dance, during their wedding, etc.

*not my gif*

Dani was in the small kitchen on your guys’ small, yet cozy apartment in New York. You walked into the apartment, taking off your shoes and putting them on the rack as the smell of spaghetti sauce filled your nostrils.

“Dani, my love, I’m home!” you yell as you hung up your coat.

“I’m in here!” she yells back as you follow the sound of your wife’s voice towards the kitchen.

She was facing the stove as she stirred the pan of sauce. Our lovely freshly grown basil gift from Jamie being thrown into the mix. You wrap your arms around her waist and hook your chin on her shoulder. She immediately leans into your touch. You give her a kiss on the cheek as she stirs it.

“Hello my love.” you whisper swaying with her back and forth.

“Hi,” she says as she finally turns her head to plant a sweet kiss on your lips, “How was work?”

“Same old, same old. We won a case today so that’s a plus, but so much paperwork,” you reply with a shrug letting her go, “Is there anything you need me to do?”

“Um, do you want to get the salad and garlic bread ready? The spaghetti should be about boiled.” she says and you nod.

“Of course, but I feel like we need to add some music up in here first.” you say wiggling your eyebrows at her and she laughs.

You head over to your record player as you put in your favorite record Billy Joel songs that you had custom made for your one year wedding anniversary. You and Dani’s favorite songs were from Billy Joel. You went back to the kitchen and rolled up your sleeves before washing your hands.

Dani and you cooked there in comfortable silence as the music played. Uptown Girl began playing and both you and Dani looked at each other with a smile. She began using her spoon as a microphone while you took the wooden spoon you were using.

“Uptown girl! She’s been living in uptown world. I bet she’s never had a backstreet guy. I bet her mama told her why. I’m gonna try for an uptown girl!” you and Dani sing together at the top of your lungs as you guys jump up and down to the song.

“Now what are you two doing in here?” you ask as you walk into the classroom at Bly. Your hands in your pocket as you leant against the door frame.

Uptown Girl by Billy Joel was playing loudly off of the record player. The blonde girl who you met briefly at her au pair interview was standing there dancing with them. The three of them looked up at you and the au pair was blushing lightly.

“Ms. Y/L/N, you must join us! This song is perfectly splendid!” Flora says grabbing your hand and pulling you into the classroom.

“Yeah! Ms. Clayton picked it out, she said it was one of her favorites!” Miles added on still dancing along to the music.

“What a coincidence, it’s one of my favorites too! It seems like Ms. Clayton here has good taste.” you say kneeling in front of Flora before shooting Ms. Clayton a wink.

Her cheeks lit up with a pink tint, “I’m Dani, the new au pair. I think we met briefly before my interview.” she explains and you nod.

“Y/N Y/L/N, I’m Henry’s partner at the firm. I was given the position under terrible circumstances I’m afraid, but I’m grateful for this position nevertheless.” you introduce yourself.

“Miss. Y/L/N is really good at her job though, probably just as good as our father was!” Miles says excitedly.

You ruffle his hair smiling at him, “Always a charmer Miles. Thank you for your kind words young sir.”

“Why are you in the countryside then?” Dani asks.

“Oh I like to come and visit the kids and everyone here as much as I can. So any chance I get that I’m off I like to make the drive and stay for awhile,” you respond, “Now are we gonna sit here and chit chat or are we going to annoy Mrs. Grose even more with our obnoxious singing and dancing?”

“Annoy her more!” the children yell and both you and Dani laugh.

You head over to the record player to restart the song. All of you begin singing and dancing around the room. You take Dani’s hand and spin her around lightly. The feeling of her hand in yours brought a skip to your heart. You couldn’t help, but smile wider at the feeling of it.

She was a sight to see. Her beautiful blonde hair and her piercing oceanic eyes. The color really suit her as if you look into her eyes for long you would be drowning in her beauty. The beauty that is Dani Clayton.

“She’ll say I’m not so tough just because I’m in love with an uptown girl! She’s been living in her white bread world as long as anyone with hot blood can! And now she’s looking for a downtown man! That’s what I am!” all four of you sing at the top of you lungs.

You wink at Dani after singing the last couple lyrics. Her face flushes again once more as you spin her around again.

“Hannah told me to tell you guys to shut up!” Jamie yells looking annoyed as ever, “If you guys continue I will beat the living shite out of you!”

All of you freeze in your place before laughing, “Good to see you too Jamie!” you yell back and she finally breaks a smile before walking away.

“You’re still my uptown girl.” I tell her before spinning her around like I used to.

“And you’re still my downtown man...or women, you know what I mean!” she exclaims and you chuckle at her cute antics.

You begin peppering her face with kisses and she squeals a little, “Y/N! Stop we have to cook!” she explains, “Everyone is gonna be here soon!”

Dani goes back to the strain the spaghetti as you toss the salad together. Then the song New York State of Mind comes on when you toss the bread into the oven to get it toasted.

“Ms. Clayton, may I have this dance?” you ask extending your hand out before bowing exaggeratedly.

Flora and Miles decided they wanted to go back in time and throw a ball. They want to throw one before you have to head back in the city tomorrow to work on a case. Everyone was dressed up in the fanciest of costumes.

“How many times do I have to tell you Y/N? Call me Dani.” she says chuckling before taking your hand.

“I don’t know you well enough to call you Dani yet, but I hope that can be arranged.” you say as you wrap your arms around her waist and hers settles around your neck.

“Beautiful and still respects chivalry. I like it.” she says and you smile widely, a small blush forming on your cheeks.

The song New York State of Mind was playing in the background as the two of you slow danced together. Miles was dancing with Jamie, Flora was dancing with Henry (you somehow managed to drag him out of the office for one night), and Owen was dancing with Hannah.

The two of you swayed from side to side before you spun her around. At the peak of the song you dipped her. Your faces so close you can feel her breath on your lips. You look into her eyes and back down to her lips as if asking permission. She nods so quickly if you blinked you would miss it.

You close the short little gap before kissing her ever so softly. Her lips were surprisingly soft. She wraps her hands around your neck pulling you closer. You smiled into it as she did too.

Dani pulls apart needing air and you lift her up from the dip. She smiles at you widely, “Gosh I’ve been waiting to do that.”

There’s a knock door breaking you away from the beautiful memory you once shared. You head over to the door as Dani set up the table, looking through the peep hole to see your guests. You open the door to reveal: Hannah, Owen, and Jamie standing there. Jamie was holding a bottle of wine like always while Hannah and Owen were holding hands.

“Mrs. Poppins!” Jamie says hugging you tightly before making her way inside.

“Jamie, darling!” you respond.

“Y/N, it’s always a pleasure!” Hannah says kissing both of your cheeks and Owen gives you a hug.

Dani squeals when she sees her best friend Jamie as they hug tightly. It has been awhile since all of you have been together. With them living in England still and you guys moving to New York at expanding you and Henry’s law firm to across the pond.

The five of you sit and chat for awhile as the music plays. You wrap your arm around Dani’s shoulder as the two of you sat on the couch. Then the door knocked again. You jump off the couch heading straight for the door after giving Dani a sweet kiss on the cheek.

“Ms. Y/N!” the two kids yelled, but they weren’t so small anymore.

They were getting older, Miles was 18 and Flora was 16. Miles was much taller and his baby face began fading away to turn into a more chiseled physique. Flora was becoming into an even more beautiful young lady. Henry was there standing behind them and he smiled at you.

“Kids, you’re old enough and know me well enough to call me Y/N.” you say to them before reaching your arms out to give them both hugs, “I mean you did play a big part in me and Dani’s wedding.”

“It’s force of habit.” Miles says, his voice now deep.

“Miles your voice! What the hell happened?!” you exclaim and he laughs before you ruffle his hair.

Miles makes his way inside as Flora smiles widely at you. Flora has always thought of you and Dani as a mother figure since she lost hers. You hug her tight one more time before giving her a kiss on top of her head.

“So I heard that you have a boyfriend. When can I meet him?” you ask her and she smiles sheepishly.

“Maybe soon. I really like him and he’s super sweet and funny and handsome.” she says going on and on about him.

“Is he perfectly splendid?” you ask jokingly.

She drops her head into her hands, “Oh gosh. No. I said that way too much growing up.” she says shaking her head, but a smile still appeared on her face.

“Oh I know. It was definitely annoying at times,” you say, “But we didn’t love you any less!”

She went back to head inside to say hi to everyone else as well. Henry’s hair was turning a little gray and you laughed at the sight. Your best friend shook his head already knowing what you were laughing at.

“Henry! The hair is a good look on you!” you say in between laughs.

“Oh shut up!” he says as you embrace him into a hug yourself.

All of you sit around the table as you ate and talked. It’s a nice feeling. You’ve missed all of them so terribly. Especially since it has been a struggle to visit as often as you’d like. You’re always so busy with the firm, it’s hard to find time to go on vacation.

As dinner ended the song Just The Way You Are by Billy Joel came on. All of you looked around and smile at one another. Everyone grabbed their partners like the night of the ball as we began dancing in our tiny apartment.

You wrapped your arms around Dani’s waist and she did the same, but around your neck. The two of you close and comfortable with each other.

“I’ve really missed this.” she whispers to you and you nod.

“Me too. The kids they’re so grown now and I feel like I’m missing out in a way.” you explain and she nods.

“Maybe we need to move back to England. Stay a little closer to them,” she suggests, “Henry will understand and I bet he’ll love us there! You guys have met some amazing people to help run it. I bet they’ll do a great job.”

You did miss the feeling of being in London. You’ve missed it dearly. Especially the kids, they’ve become like your own in the time you’ve watched them grow up. It wasn’t such a bad idea.

“I wouldn’t leave you in times of trouble. We never could have come this far. I took the good times; I’ll take the bad times. I’ll take you just the way you are.” you sing to her softly and she smiles.

Dani looks beautiful all the time, but there’s something about her standing in her wedding dress in your arms...it just made her even more beautiful. It reminded you of the first time you met her, how awe struck you were at such beauty.

Just The Way You Are by Billy Joel was playing as the two of you shared your first dance as wife and wife.

You knew you couldn’t have a normal wedding, you couldn’t technically get married, but you didn’t care. Owen ran the wedding on his own as he allowed you guys to say your vows in the small church in the Bly Manor. Henry, Flora, Miles, Hannah, and Jamie were the only one in attendance.

Both of you didn’t need a big wedding. All you needed was the two of you and the people who love and care about you most. Both of you celebrated your wedding in the gardens of Bly, much to Jamie’s hesitation in fear that you will ruin her hard work.

“You look absolutely stunning, my love.” you whisper to her as the two of you swayed.

“Thank you my wife.” she whispers back and you couldn’t think your smile could widen.

After a few moments you felt a few taps on your side. Both you and Dani looked down at the feeling. Miles and Flora were there with their hands extended. Miles now 14 and Flora is now 12.

“May we have this dance?” they both ask in unison and you both smile nodding.

You take Flora’s small little hands and dance with her to the song. She giggles as you spin her around. And for extra flare to make her super happy you dip her ever so gently.

As if on cue, you and Dani spin the two children around at the same time as you switch partners. Miles was dancing trying his best not to step on your feet. He wasn’t the best dancer, but he made it work somehow.

You finally make your way back to Dani dancing with her as the song ends.

“Thank you for all the dances my love, here’s to many more to come.” you whisper and give her a small sweet kiss.

#dani clayton #dani x reader #dani clayton imagines #dani clayton imagine #the haunting series #the haunting of bly manor #haunting of bly manor

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the-curious-butterfly · 4 years ago

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Slumber Party (Part 1)

(Let’s have a little fun with our fluff shall we)

Ask anyone and they’d tell you Eda was a powerful witch, a force to be reckoned with, and downright terrifying when she’s mad. Someone like that could not be tamed, she was wild, she was free, she was wearing an apron and covered in flour.

Truly horrifying, and perhaps just a little on the unexpected side.

Now on the question of how she got into this predicament in the first place. It was simple really. Earlier that day Luz expressed that she’s never had a slumber party, well there was the Moonlight Conjuring but she meant just a typical slumber party without any of that other stuff. And Eda, for some unknown reason that even she herself couldn’t fathom, suggested that maybe it would be okay if Luz wanted to have one.

Cue the young girls squeals of excitement, a little extra dose of that parallel arm thing, and here she was. In the kitchen making cookies for her kid and a few other young witchlings. Why? Well because Luz wanted them of course. Just don’t tell anyone for she still has some semblance of a reputation that she wants to maintain. But gosh darn it why was it so hard to say no to that kid or refuse her anything. Not only that but she was going out of her way to do things without even being asked.

It wasn’t Luz who suggested the slumber party. And Luz didn’t actually ask for the cookies nor was it said that she had to make them, she could have gone out and bought some after she overheard her kid mention them. Just what the heck was going on with her lately.

Before she could continue on that reputation shattering train of thought King came bounding into the kitchen and onto the counter. “Are those cookies I smell?”

She had to smack his paw away after setting the tray down on the counter. “These aren’t for you they’re for the kid, last I check you weren’t one.”

King glared at her as he stomped his little foot. “Demon’s can still enjoy cookies too. As king I demand you give me one!”

Eda rolled her eyes at his antics “sure pipsqueak, keep pretending you’re in a position to make demands.” Her smile was smug but instead of the reaction she expected he looked away and asked for one, even going so far as to say please. And she just didn’t have it in her to refuse, or at least not anymore, what was happening to her.

“Alright just one, the rest are for the kid- at least wait till they cool down!” But it was already too late, he had reached for one and ended up burning his paw which he proceeding to stuff in his mouth as he hopped from one foot to another.

She would have made more comments if it wasn’t for Luz popping up right next to her, effectively startling the witch. “Oooo cookies!” oblivious to King’s predicament the girl also decided to reach for one which I’m sure you can imagine what followed. It took all the strength Eda had not to bang her head against something.

It could have been anyone, literally anyone, but these are the two she got stuck with.

While King continued to cry over most likely nothing, Luz composed herself much faster for she gave Eda a grateful smile. “Did you make these?”

“Yeah, I overheard how you said they were great for parties.” Eda crossed her arms and looked away during her reply. It’s not like it was a big deal.

“Thank you, Eda!” Oh no, here comes another one of those hugs. ‘You know you like them, stop pretending you don’t’ Shut up brain!

“Willow, Gus, and Amity are going to love these!” The young girl’s enthusiasm was contagious as she helped to get the cookies onto a plate before taking them into the living room and setting them on the coffee table. Eda followed to find her living room decorated with pillows and blankets strewn about. On the couch was a huge bowl of popcorn and a few of King’s stuffed animals minions were already sitting there.

“Luz said they could partake too!” The little demon added cheerfully from behind her before climbing up on the couch to grab hold of his favorite minion, Francois. “Tonight we shall make our plan to take over the Isles!” King held the stuffed rabbit over his head as he laughed evilly but quieted a bit when he felt someone petting him.

“No world domination tonight, you little peach, just friends and fun!” His evil laughter turned to cute giggles as Luz picked him up to sit on the couch with him in her lap.

Eda hadn’t realized how soft her expression became until a knock at the door broke her out of her trance. “Some guests have arrived, hoot hoot.” Hooty declared as the door opened on its own. ‘No ****’ was what she wanted to say but there were children present and also this story has a rating to keep.

She crossed the room to find Willow at the door standing between her two dads. “Good afternoon, miss Eda.” The young girl smiled warmly at her and Eda couldn’t help smiling back before directing her attention towards the kids parents.

“Thank you for allowing WIllow to stay over.” commented a dark skinned man with a rather bushy beard. For some reason Eda wanted to ask if he was able to hide things in it too but decided against that. “Willow’s been so excited, it’s not often she gets to do this.” Added the other nerd-looking one with the glasses.

“Dads!” Willow cried out with more than just a hint of embarrassment.

“Sorry sweetie, you know we’re just as happy as you are.” Seems Luz wasn’t the only one who was missing out on a lot. Eda once again smiled at the witchling as she pointed behind her. “Luz is already waiting on the couch, if you’re not careful her and King might finish off all the snacks before you even have a chance to have any.” Well mostly King, Luz would be more preoccupied with being a good host.

The young witch giggled “Thanks again, miss Eda!” She chirped before moving past the older woman to join Luz on the couch. Eda watched her go with a content expression on her face before turning back towards Willow’s dads. The one with the beard was already writing something on a piece of paper.

“If you need anything, anything at all, feel free to scroll us.” Bushy beard handed her the paper while glasses continued talking. “She has this medication she needs to take, she’s usually very good at remembering but could you see that she does just in case?”

“You know what it’s like with kids, when they’re having fun it’s easy to forget everything else.”

For a moment she was taken rather aback with the situation she founded herself in but was quick to compose herself as she shot them a genuine look of understanding. “Of course I will, I promise she’s safe under my roof.” She was simply saying what she would want to hear if it was her dropping Luz off at someone’s house.

It seemed to be enough though for the smiles they shot at her were bright and warm. “Thank you very much, despite your reputation you really are a good person like Willow said.” And just like that the world had to prove she still had heartstrings. How dare that kid spread lies about her.

After waving goodbye, Eda closed the door only for another knock to be heard what felt like seconds later. Since she was right there she opened it herself this time before Hooty could swing himself open and most likely hit her in the face. She wouldn’t be able to guarantee safety under her roof if there wasn’t a house anymore.

Gus stood with his reporter dad and waved rather excitedly at her. “Hi Eda, are Luz and Willow here?” Before Luz she would have found him exhausting but the girl was way worse so she was numb to it now.

“Nope, you just missed them.” She crossed her arms and gave him a toothy grin to which he responded by deflating just a bit. “Of course this would happen.”

The older witch chuckled. “I’m just messing with you kid, go on in.” Eda moved aside to let him pass which he did, rather loudly. She wondered if she was actually gonna get sleep tonight. Then she realized she was allowing a bunch of kids to stay in her house for the night. So no, most likely not.

She heard someone clear her throat before realizing that oh yeah, Gus’ dad was still there. “Thanks for letting him stay over, and uh nice to see you didn’t get petrified.” Oh man he was just as awkward as his son.

“Um, thanks? Is there something else you wanted or can I shut the door now?”

“Yeah, sure. I’m going now, sorry about that.” So that’s where the kid got it from.

She was at least able to make it across the room this time before the door swung open. Hooty didn’t even wait for the knock this time as three kids were left standing with their fists held out.

Two of them, the clearly older ones, laughed. “I’d love to have a door like this someday.” The older girl commented while her brother nodded. “Just imagine all the stuff we could pull off with one.” he added.

The smaller one in the middle frowned as she crossed her arms. “See if I ever visit you.”

“Of course” her older sister began in a singsong voice. “You’d only put up with this kind of torture if it was for~” This prompted a rather red faced Amity to quickly cover her mouth before she said something she’d regret, causing the boy and even Eda to smirk as she made her way towards the door.

“Hey kids.”

“Hi Eda!” The twins said in unison once Amity let Emira go. “We’re just here to drop off our precious baby sister” Emira commented as Edric patted their, growing increasingly frustrated, little sister’s head.

“I could have walked myself.” The witchling growled out but her expression completely changed, which did not go unnoticed by any of the three, when she saw Luz approaching the door.

“Amity!” The human cried out happily as she greatly encouraged the young witch inside. “Hurry, we were just about to start playing a game!”

“I-I’m coming, just hold up already.” Her tone feigned annoyance but in truth she was very happy with any attention from the human. It was adorably amusing.

“So” Emira smirked as she acknowledged the other two with her again. ”Who wants to make bets that something will happen tonight?”

“Psh, together in a house at night? If something didn’t happen I’ll be amazed but also greatly disappointed.” Eda stated before adding. “You’re on kid!”

After all the bets were placed the twins waved goodbye and Eda could finally close the door without worrying about any more guests needing to show up.

Knock knock.

Or so she thought. “Kid, how many people did you invite?”

Luz looked up from their game to count on her fingers. “Let’s see just Willow, Gus, Amity, and-”

“Hello, sister.”

Of all the people Eda expected to see standing there Lilith was not one of them. Heck she would have expected even that Boscha girl more than her own sister. True things were slightly... better, for lack of a better word, between them but now that she wasn’t in the coven she tended to keep to herself in the tower behind their house.

“What are you doing here, Lilith?” She didn’t intend to sound mean or anything, just surprised.

“The human, Luz, invited me to your ‘party’ as she called it.”

Eda looked towards her apprentice with an expression that conveyed she wasn’t mad just, confused and maybe slightly sad. “Why?”

As Luz considered what she’d say for a moment her group of friends watched and waited for her explanation to which she finally just shrugged. “I guess I just thought, it’s been some time since everything happened, why not take little steps towards making things better.” Eda and Lilith considered what the girl had to say as she continued. “Whether we like it or not Lilith is gonna be with us now. She’s powerless she can’t go anywhere else. It took awhile and I still don’t know if I forgive her... But I think it’s okay to start letting her back in little by little.”

Silence ruled the house as Lilith looked towards the human gratefully, so that’s what her younger sister saw in her. Finally Eda turned towards Lilith with a sigh. “Luz is right, you’re welcome to stay if you wish.”

“Perhaps for just a little while, I won’t overstep my boundaries.” They gave each other small smiles before Eda directed her towards the couch. She then fixed her kid with a stare as she held the door open. “Now is there anyone else I have to worry about? Did you invite the emperor too?”

“Well” Luz joked causing Eda to roll her eyes. “Kid, if it wasn’t for all these people I would have thrown you outside by now.”

“Nah, you love me too much.”

“A fact I’m starting to regret.” The others chuckled at the Owl Lady’s comment as she closed the door, finally.

Walking over towards the group she saw Luz rise up from her spot with a start. “Oh gosh, I forgot the drinks.”

“Hey kiddo, it’s okay I’ll get them” Eda ruffled Luz’s hair. “You just have fun with your friends.” To that Luz wrapped her arms around Eda’s neck and nuzzled against her cheek with a “Thank you!” She was always dramatic with her appreciation that way. But instead of complaining Eda held her back for just a moment before letting go and dropping her on the floor. “Affection, gross.”

“Just you wait, one of these days I’ll get you to stop pretending that you don’t like it.”

“Sure kid, whatever you say.” Eda turned to her sister with a slightly cautious look. “Would you mind helping me?”

“Not at all.” Came the quick reply as the two older women made their way into the kitchen leaving the kids, and King, alone.

Most had soft smiles on their faces as if they just saw the cutest thing ever. Amity’s face was the same as ever but there was a bit of red to it, she was the only one not looking in Luz’s direction.

“Okay, now who’s ready for truth or dare?” Luz asked, to which Gus responded by raising his hand and asking what that is.

#the owl house #eda clawthorne #luz noceda #toh king #gus porter #willow park #amity blight #lilith clawthorne #just a hint of #lumity #written by The Curious Butterfly

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arazialotis · 4 years ago

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Long Distance

Pairing: Dean × Reader

Word Count: Around 1700

Summary: Dean and Y/N have been separated during the holidays due to a string of hunts but Dean has a thought to make the distance seem not so far apart.

Warnings: Language, General SPN spooky stuff

This is purely just for writing and wasting my time as hobby. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!

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Nights came early this time of year, each day growing darker a little earlier. It was hard to fight off the fatigue that crept in every passing moment. Even harder so with Dean out of town on another string of hunts. You sat in the picture window curled up in a fuzzy blanket with a warm cup of tea and a new book. Though you had a corner lamp turned on, the Christmas lights outside bounced off the white snow, illuminating the world and keeping the dark at bay.

Your phone had occasionally been buzzing as Dean updated you on his progress in a new town. You did what you could to not worry, to have faith, but each day he was gone you needed distractions to keep your mind off it. And of course, communication. The longer he went without an update, the more your stomach turned.

Though you were entranced with the novel, methodically flipping pages and on the edge of your seat, as soon as the phone sounded, you threw the book down only focusing on him.

You answered with a pant of excitement. “Hey babe.”

Dean’s smile practically shined through the receiver. “Evenin’ Y/N. Man it's good to hear your voice.”

“Yours too.” You echoed setting your tea down on the ledge as you started pacing the floor. “How’s the first day been?”

“Ah, you know, just getting settled and the feel for things. Wish I had your mind here to sort things out but this has been a long stretch, it’s starting to drag. It was good for you to stay home.” He paused waiting for a reply. “This’ll be the last one, promise.”

“Don’t say that.” You chided knowing fully well he easily broke these promises. “You are doing good work. If you need to keep going, that’s alright. Just promise me you’ll come home eventually.” “You know there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

“And besides.” You sighed. “I’m still here virtually, put me together the case details tonight and I’ll scour over them.”

Dean’s blush heated up the air around you as he shamefully admitted. “I already sent them to Sam.”

“Ugh! What? God Da…” Dean’s chuckle cut you off. You rubbed your brow reminding yourself it wasn’t a competition. “I want to help too.” You whined.

“Okay, okay.” His voice faded. “I’m sending them now.”

You looked at your phone waiting for the email to come through. A few moments passed and it eventually did. He had sent over a few news articles, pdfs, and a word doc of his own notes.

“Hmmm… it’s definitely a werewolf.” You teased. “Shut up.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m not stupid enough to get stumped by an oversized rabid poodle.”

“I’ll shoot you some real ideas by tomorrow at the latest.”

“Don’t feel rushed, I got some pretty good leads to follow up on tomorrow.” He assured. “Alright, enough work talk. What about you? How was Thanksgiving?”

“I mean, it wasn’t the same without you and everyone else. But uh, I still tried to make the most of it. Brussels, beans, wild rice, potatoes…” You listed. “Mashed?” Dean interrupted.

“Pfft. Of course. Cranberries. Oh, I did a cornish hen cause like, what the fuck am I going to do with a whole turkey? I already have enough leftovers to last me ‘til Christmas. Tell me you had something more than deli meat turkey.”

“Don’t worry about me babe.” He lightly chuckled. “Denny’s got me covered.”

“Dean.” You scolded.

“Pie? Please tell me you had pie.” He begged.

“No way I’m having pie without you.”

“But.. But… Thanksgiving.” Dean pouted.

You giggled at his adorable antics. “There’s one waiting in the freezer for when you get back.” “Yes! Cherry?” He pleaded.

“Of course…” You giggled together until a knock sounded at the door. “Hey, hold on a sec.”

“What is it?” Dean’s voice grew concerned. He heard the door open, a soft thank you, and the door closing before a bit of rustling. “Oh, nothing.” You fiddled with the box and the phone. “Just looks like a package for you.” Dean licked his lips with anticipation. “Why don’t you go ahead and open it for me?” You wrinkled your nose, unsure if you wanted to. “Really?”

“I’m sure.”

You grabbed a kitchen knife to hack away at the tape. Dean sat down on the motel bed anxiously waiting for you to find what was inside.

“It’s um… it’s.” You pulled it out further inspecting it. “It’s a lamp?”

Dean grinned ear to ear waiting for you to figure it out. “A long distance lamp? What?” “I found it online. You have one and I have one.” He explained. “I felt bad the last hunt with the bad reception. My lamp will light up when you touch it and vice versa.”

“What?” You squealed.

“Yeah. It’s an early Christmas gift.” Your heart melted. “Go plug it in.” He ordered before you could respond.

“Dean…” His thoughtfulness nearly brought you to tears. “Go!” He repeated before you got too sappy.

After a few minutes of him guiding you through the set up, you were ready to test it out. “Okay, ready?” He asked, his hand hovering over the lamp on his end.

“Yes.” You sat on the floor staring at the dark lamp. “Nothings happening.” You sighed. “Oh, wait!” It was dim at first but slowly turned into a green glow reminding you of his eyes. “Oh my gosh.”

“Your turn.” You pressed the top of yours sending him a warm purple glow. You could hear his smile over the phone.

“See, now we can talk to each other even without the phones.”

“Dean. This is… it’s… thank you.” Was all you could muster to say. “I’ll keep it by my bed so I can say good night and good morning.” “Me too sweetheart.” Dean agreed. “And in case anything happens to my phone or I get stuck in another dead area, you’ll know not to worry.”

The two of you spent another good hour talking; tentatively setting up holiday plans, explaining the unexpected twist in your book, and thrilling him with all the juicy details of exactly what you were going to do to him when he finally did make it home. You read a few more pages before finally calling it a night. Tucked into a bundle of blankets, you reached to your nightstand sending him a final thought of the night. A few moments later came the dim green glow. Though it was just a light, it made you feel as though he was there, his arms wrapped around you making your heart warm.

When Dean awoke the next morning, the lamp next to him was already glowing purple. He smiled, typical that you would be the first to rise. After a yawn and deep stretch, he sent the thought back to you before going to freshen up and shower. The hot water and steam soothed his sore muscles and the tension he held in his shoulders if only for a brief minute. Towel wrapped around his waist and clean shaven, he came back out to get dressed in a suit for the day only to find the light had not faded. With another chuckle he assumed you must have been on the same schedule and sent another touch back before heading out for the day.

From the morning, he was in a sprint; talking with the local police department, interviewing witnesses, consoling family members. Dutifully, he kept you updated on his progress hoping to hear back from you soon on any thoughts yet you were quiet. He wondered if he had mixed up your work schedule again. Having gone nonstop throughout the day, he opted for an early dinner back at the hotel room.

Entering back to the room with his Chinese takeout, he immediately noticed the lamp was still on. He set down his food on the table and pulled out his phone.

‘The lamp doesn’t need to fully replace the phones.’ He texted you, adding a little laughing emoji hoping you wouldn’t be offended by him calling out your silence today.

He popped open his laptop and dug into the Mongolian beef hoping to review any ideas you had come up with. But you hadn’t emailed him like you said. It was still early enough in the day, and especially if you had worked, maybe hadn’t had time to get around to it. He pulled up Sam’s email instead, reviewing notes and potential leads.

An hour had passed and the light still glowed purple. Thinking it must be broken, Dean meandered over to the plug resetting it. The only other explanation would be your hand on top of it consistently which didn’t make any sense. The lamp powered back up and momentarily was dark before the purple hue came through again.

“This is weird.” Dean muttered to himself.

He walked back over to the table and grabbed his phone and dialed your number. After two rings, it answered.

Dean chuckled, thankful to finally have gotten you. “Either these things are malfunctioning or you must really miss me.” He heard a deep breath from the other side of the line.

“Y/N?” His voice dropped. “Sweetheart, are you there?” A sinister voice crackled on the other end. “It’s been a long time Dean.”

Dean’s heart dropped to his stomach. Panic and anger rose to his chest. It was a voice he could never forget. “Alastair.”

“Now I was hoping to find you home when I stopped by but this pretty little lady said you were out on business.” Alastair's voice delightfully slithered.

His jaw clenched. “If you’ve touched a single hair on her head, I swear to God…” Dean spat.

Amusement rose into laughter. “What makes you assume I could harm such a delicate creature. Her neck as easy to snap as a sparrow's."

“You better pray that's not what I find when I get back.” Dean threatened already furiously packing his bag.

“Its not her I want, it’s you.” Alastair clarified. “But I guess that all depends on how long you take getting back home Dean. I might become bored.”

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#supernatural #dean winchester #spn #spnfandom #spn fanfiction #dean x reader #dean x you #dean x y/n

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cynergy-laughter · 4 years ago

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Meet The Family: Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All!

Fanfic Series by: @cynergy-laughter

(Featuring: Defined MC) (Fluff, comedy, angst) (PG-rated)

Chapter 1: A Letter From Home (Word Count: 3,463)

Summer is finally here. RAD classes were out and Brendon took the time to walk home alone today. He was excited to see what Summer had in mind for him, another beach trip? A hot springs town? The possibilities were endless. You had so much fun fantasizing that you didn’t notice you had someone accompanying your stroll home.

“Happy Summer, Brendon.” Solomon smiled handsomely while Brendon was shaken from his summer fantasy.

“O-Oh! Hey Solomon, happy summer!” He smiles back, “How long were you next to me?”

“About two minutes, but I have something for you. I was informed that there is a service in the Devildom that allows exchange human students to get mail from their world. It’s over at Akuzon. And I was told to give you this, it looked important.” Solomon said, handing him a letter.

“Oh?” Brendon said as he looked at the envelope and his eyes widened as he saw the return address. “T-Thank you Solomon, I have to hurry home, I hope you have an awesome summer!” He said, hurrying off to the House of Lamentation.

“And I hope you have a good summer too…” Solomon said smiling.

Brendon made it around the corner from when he put the letter in his bag, and continued on towards the gates and into the House of Lamentation. He listened closely to see if anyone was home. Good, it sounded quiet. He went on through to his room and closed the door before changing out of his uniform and into his everyday clothes, a shirt, kilt, and his long black double zipper hoodie before taking the letter out, beginning to open it up.

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“Dear Brendon,

It’s your mom, how are you? I hope this letter finds you well. I wanted to write to you because I didn’t see you last summer’s annual family vacation, and was worried. I tried calling you, but you didn’t pick up.

But I wanted to let you know that we will be going on our annual vacation this summer, and I wanted to invite you. All your brothers are gonna be there. And we all felt a part of us was missing last year. And Davey said he had a surprise for us all this summer so we’re all excited for this summer.

I really hope you’re doing well abroad, and hope this letter finds you in good health. I hope to hear from you soon. I love you so much. We love you so much.

Your dearest mother,

Lydia.”

___________

Brendon bit his lip and realized he didn’t even get in contact with his family during his time in the Devildom. He put the letter down and began to dial a number on his D.D.D.

“Hello? DeHallows Residence, Lydia speaking.” The sweet voice on the other side spoke.

“Hi Mom, it’s Brendon.”

“Brendon? Brendon! Oh my gosh, I’m so glad you’re okay! I was worried sick.” Lydia sounded so relieved on the phone, it made Brendon tear up.

“I’m sorry for worrying you, I was busy, and didn’t have much in the way of communication… I finally got your letter. How are you?”

“I’m doing so much better now that I know you’re okay… oh, and I’m glad you got my letter, I wanted to see if you were gonna be able to make it this year. We’re going over to Kyoto.”

“I would have to check with my roommates, cause we were gonna do something for summer. But I can definitely look into it. Umm, do you know if Dad was gonna make an appearance?”

“Honestly I don’t know, honey… I know you two don’t see eye to eye… on a lot of things, but I don’t want to think about ‘what if he shows up’, rather, I want to look forward to seeing you. I’m currently packing for our two month trip, and I have most of your brothers here at home, spending the weekend before we head to the airport early on Monday.”

“I see… yeah of course… Hehe, are they just as excited as you?”

“Ohohoho sweetie, excited is an understatement. They are all getting on each other’s nerves here. It’s like none of them moved out. Although Davey is already at our vacation destination, getting it prepped up. He’s been very busy. But he’s been on the grind ever since high school, you know how he is, I just hope he isn’t working himself sick. Maybe this is what all the family needs.”

“Yeah… Well, if I do come, would it be okay to bring my roommates along?”

“Oh of course! The more the merrier! I’m sure Davey wouldn’t mind.”

“Awesome! Thanks mom. Well, I gotta go, I think I’m in charge of dinner tonight…”

“Oh of course, I would give the phone to your brothers, but they had just left before you called. I’ll be sure to pass on the message, I’m so glad you called me, Brendon…”

“I’m sorry I missed them… but tell them I miss them and that I’m okay.”

“You bet honey. Well I’ll let you go, sleep well, and I love you.”

“I love you too, sleep well too. Bye.” Brendon said with a smile and laid down on his bed, sighing.

————

At dinner, everyone was up to their usual energy and antics, Mammon was getting into it with Levi again, Asmo and Satan were having a bit of a discussion amongst themselves, Beelzebub was getting seconds, Belphegor was watching Mammon and Levi going at it. Lucifer was eating peacefully, but noticed Brendon was kind of silent, picking at his food a bit.

“Brendon? Is something on your mind?” Lucifer asked, and Brendon blinked awake from his trance to look at Lucifer.

“Huh? I’m sorry, what did you say?” Brendon shook his head a bit.

“I’m saying you’ve barely touched your food. Is something the matter?” Lucifer put his fork down gently and met Brendon’s eyes.

Brendon blinked as he looked into Lucifer’s eyes, he then noticed that it was silent, he turned his head to see everyone was looking at him.

“Brendon, are you not feeling well?” Asmo asked, frowning.

“You aren’t in trouble are you?” Mammon asked, “If anyone hurt you, I’ll kick their butt!”

“You have been pretty quiet ever since you came back home.” Satan concerned, “But I’d be happy to join Mammon in any efforts if you were threatened.”

“N-No… it’s nothing like that… it’s… I got a letter from my mom… and she was worried about me cause I didn’t show up or contact her about attending our family’s annual summer vacation…” Brendon shook his head and waved his hands in assurance.

“You got a letter from your Mom? Down in the Devildom?” Beel asked, tilting his head.

“Oooohhh, Lord Diavolo was talking about that at the student council meeting today… right?” Asmo said, resting his chin on his hand.

“Y-Yes! Akuzon is apparently making a service that will allow postage from the human world to come to the Devildom. In response to the exchange program of course.” Levi said excitedly.

“Oh, so I take it that it’s a success then, we’ll I’m glad to hear the positive progress.” Lucifer said as he continued eating.

“Yeah… and I called my mom and she asked if I would be attending the family vacation this year… I said that I would ask you all, cause I didn’t know if we had any plans.”

Everyone suddenly stopped and looked at Brendon.

“You’re thinking about leaving for vacation?” Belphegor asked, tilting his head.

“Well, I wanted to know if I could bring you all along… meet my family, you know?” Brendon smiles, sounding hopeful.

“Brendon… I don’t know if we’ll be able to. We wouldn’t really be the kind of people to bring along to a family event…” Lucifer said, “And even then, we would have to present the vacation to Lord Diavolo…”

“Whaaaat? Come on, Lucifer, we are able to go on trips to London, why can’t we just go on a trip like this?” Mammon whined and frowned.

“Because Mammon, we have duties and responsibilities as members of the student council. And plus, that London trip almost ended in disaster because you couldn’t keep out of trouble, even with me and Satan watching over you.” Lucifer raised an eyebrow at Mammon.

“When’s the vacation start, Brendon?” Asmo leaned in, tilting his head.

“My mom and brothers go to the airport on Monday, heading for Kyoto, so I guess it’ll start on Tuesday.” Brendon said, looking at everyone.

“We can see about talking with Lord Diavolo about it, but we can’t make any promises.” Lucifer said. “It might just be one or two of us if we get the okay…”

Brendon smiles and nodded. “I would appreciate that… I really want you guys to meet my mom and my brothers.”

“Oh yeah, you did mention to me that you have siblings. How many in total?” Beel asked, as he continued eating.

“Including me, seven.” Brendon chuckles. “You’ll like them.”

“Seven? Where do you stand in age?” Satan raised an eyebrow.

“I think I’m the second youngest child… yeah. Second youngest.” Brendon nodded as he went back to eating.

Everyone else began looking at each other, seven brothers?

———

Brendon had been listening to music in his room after dinner, when there was a knock on the door.

“Brendon? It’s Mammon. Can I come in?” He said from outside the room.

“It’s unlocked.” Brendon yawned slightly as he sat up a bit. “What’s up?”

“Well… it’s about your trip… I don’t wanna be stuck here for the summer, so… I want you to bring me with you, if it turns out that we can’t all go.” Mammon said, crossing his arms.

“Huh? I mean, I don’t really know who I would pick… like everyone of you would have pros and cons about going…” Brendon turned to Mammon on his bed.

“I mean, I’m your first, so I should be your first pick. There should be no debate about it.” Mammon sat next to you. “And what do you mean pros and cons? I am a pro all the way around!”

“Mammon, you have no sense of direction… you have sticky fingers, and some of my brothers are very possessive of their stuff, you tend to say before you think, and the biggest con is that you are literally a con artist.” Brendon listed, weighing in.

“... H-Hey, why do you have to put me down like that? Dang, and I thought you were on my side.” Mammon got up and began walking out.

“... Mammon, come.” Brendon sighed.

“G-Gah! H-Hey! You said you wouldn’t do that again! S-Stahp! Oof!” Mammon began to walk involuntarily back over to Brendon before plopping down onto the bed.

“Mammon, if you would have let me finish… I can start on your favorite part… now you know the rules about my bed.” Brendon said, sighing as he laid down on the bed and watched Mammon kick his shoes off before crawling further onto the bed.

Mammon saw Brendon gesture to his chest and Mammon reluctantly rested his head on his chest, slight blush on his face.

“Fine… but you better make it the best qualities about me.” Mammon said, pouting.

“Hehehe, I swear, you are just as narcissistic as Asmo.” Brendon chuckles as he pet Mammon.

“Grrr… S-Shut up… don’t compare me to him, idiot…” Mammon growled.

“Hehe, rich coming from the guy who keeps on trying to get a picture of Lucifer sleeping. Didn’t he douse you in steak sauce and tossed you into the catacombs where Cerberus stood guard, the last time you tried it? After the flash on your camera went off?”

Mammon shivered a bit. “Why’d you have to remind me about the Mammon Steak incident? I smelled like steak sauce, and fear for three weeks, Beel kept barking like a dog to make me jump… Why don’t you have sympathy for me?”

“Sorry, but you know I don’t like being called an idiot.” Brendon cuddled Mammon and rubbed his belly gently. “But anyway, onto your pros… You are very thoughtful and determined when you put your mind to it. You’re pretty much the most easygoing of all seven, you’re energetic and like to have fun, you’re hilarious, and you’re a good hugger.”

Mammon blushed and smiled like an idiot, “Hey, did I say you could stop singing my praises?” He asked, smirking.

“Oh? Well, I guess I could rustle up a few more…” Brendon smirked back, “Let’s see… you don’t hesitate to come to my need… you’re handsome, charming… and… you’re fun to tease.” Brendon then began tickling Mammon’s sides and abs.

“A-Ah! Hehey! Noho tickling! No-HOhohoho! Get out of my shirt!” Mammon began to regret falling into Brendon’s trap, he got him right where he wanted him.

“Hehe, very very fun to tease~.” Brendon bit his lip and went up to his ribs and his armpit while his other arm had wrapped around his waist. Mammon was now flailing.

“Stahahahap! I’m sohohorreeeee!” Mammon squealed as he said just what needed to be said to get Brendon to stop.

“And you’re very apologetic~.” Brendon winked.

“Hehehe… phew… Brendon… you’re the worst…” Mammon panted, and looked up at him.

“Hehe, if I was, you wouldn’t still call yourself my first.” Brendon leaned down and kissed Mammon.

“... I mean if you keep that up, I guess I’ll promote you to… not so bad…” Mammon blushed.

Brendon snuggled Mammon closer. “But, in all seriousness, I’d have to give it some serious thought, and there is the possibility that none of you can go… and if that’s the case… I won’t be going… I’d miss you all too much…”

Mammon blinked and looked up at Brendon and sighed. “Well, I don’t want to keep you from your family either… so I hope at least one of us can go…”

Brendon rubbed Mammon’s shoulders, hoping he didn’t have to see his dad on the trip, especially without the demon brothers there with him. “I hope so too…”

Mammon hummed contentedly as he practically melted in Brendon’s touch. But tension came back in knots when the door burst open.

“I knew it! Mammon’s trying to butter Brendon up so he’d get picked to go to Kyoto!” Levi growled, followed in by Asmo, Beel, and Belphie.

“Just when you thought you pulled the wool over our eyes!” Asmo crossed his arms and smirked.

“Now get off Brendon’s chest, that’s my spot.” Belphie glared at Mammon cozying up to Brendon.

Beel was just munching on a rotisserie chicken. “I kicked down the door.”

“Umm… speaking of the door, it wasn’t locked…” Brendon frowned and sighed.

“Get out, all of you! I got here first fair and square!” Mammon growled. “This is my human! I am his first!”

“All of you, stop! I don’t know who I’m gonna pick, or if I’m even gonna go.” Brendon sighed. “And all of you coming at me at once with PowerPoint presentations is not helping!”

“What? You’re thinking of not going? This is a lifetime opportunity, of course you should go!” Asmo gasped.

“WhaaaaAAAATT?! You get to go to Kyoto and you don’t even wanna go?! The waste!” Levi’s jaw practically dropped at the declaration. “It isn’t fair!”

“Levi, trust me, if you knew the stakes of going to this Kyoto vacation alone, you wouldn’t want to go either…” Brendon looked down as he let go of Mammon and rolled out from under Mammon, to lay on his side.

“Brendon… What do you mean by that?” Belphie asked.

Beel blinked. “Is there someone that you don’t want to be there on your vacation? It isn’t one of your brothers is it?”

Brendon looked down and sighed. “I’m sorry, I’m just exhausted… I need to get some sleep… I have a lot of thinking to do… could you all leave, please?”

Everyone frowned and looked dejected, but Asmo thought about it. “Brendon’s right, he needs to think, and we need to get up early for the meeting with Lord Diavolo tomorrow. Let’s go.” Asmo said, as he kissed Brendon’s cheek. “Sorry for bothering you, honey. Beel, get Mammon.”

Mammon’s eyes widened. “Hey! Don’t kiss him! Gah! Bee put me down!” Mammon flailed as Beel slung him over his shoulder.

“Umm… good night… sorry Mammon, maybe tomorrow night…?” Brendon watched them kidnap Mammon but then blinked in realization. “You all owe me a new door! And Mammon you forgot your…” They had already gone. “... boots…”

In the House’s Library, Beel tosses Mammon on the couch, much to Mammon, and a reading Satan’s protests.

“Gah! Can you give me a warning before you choose to throw Mammon onto the couch where I’m reading?! And get your feet out of my face Mammon, they reek!” Satan gritted his teeth as he pushed his legs away, making Mammon turn onto his side on the couch.

“They do not, you hypocrite! H-Hey! Wait a minute, I forgot my shoes in Brendon’s room! Beel, you couldn’t even wait for me to put my shoes on?!” Mammon glared at Beel.

Beel was eating a chocolate newt before looking at Mammon, “Asmo waved this when he told me to get you. I waste no time.”

“Stinky feet and bribes aside… Asmo, what’s this about?” Satan asked, putting his book down.

“Well, I call this meeting of the younger brothers to draw attention to something that concerned me… Did anyone else notice how Brendon looked a bit somber earlier?” Asmo, looked at everyone, crossing his arms.

“Well, he didn’t seem to be happy about going to Kyoto… which I don’t know why, that sounds amazing.” Levi clenched his fists!

“I noticed, Brendon mentioned something about stakes about going to the family vacation alone…” Belphegor frowned, “That set up a red flag for me… I mean he seemed excited for us to meet his family, so I don’t know why he hesitated about it when there’s a possibility that he’ll go alone…”

“And it seems Beel is the only one to whom Brendon mentioned any part of his family to. Is that right?” Satan looked up at Beel, who was now eating a bag of chips.

“Mm-hmm. And it wasn’t until earlier tonight that he mentioned exactly how many brothers he has.” Beel nodded, “And from what Mammon gathered, he talks about his brothers favorably…”

“Hmm… Well regardless of what Brendon is worried about, the point is: he’s worried about going alone. And I want to advocate for all of our participation in going to Kyoto with Brendon.” Asmo began pacing around in front of his other siblings.

“Well, that’s not exactly our decision to make, we would have to convince Lord Diavolo, and even then, we don’t even know if we have to convince him of anything.” Mammon sighed, leaning back.

“Maybe we won’t have to convince him… what if Brendon convinces him?” Belphegor asked, “He’s practically the student council intern at this point.”

“I mean, that’s true… Brendon is pretty good at convincing Lucifer and Lord Diavolo at times.” Satan nods in thought. “But you don’t think it would be pushing it? I mean, how long is the stay?”

“Hmm… good question… maybe we should ask Brendon for more details. And while we’re at it, we can plead our cases as to why we should be chosen to be Brendon’s Vacation Boyfriend~.” Asmo winks, sticking his tongue out. “I don’t think it will be any contest, I’m the perfect candi-date for Brendon~.”

“Woah woah woah, hold on now, that’s only if Brendon convinces Lord Diavolo that at least one will go with him to Kyoto. And no you will not, Asmo, it’s gonna be me!” Mammon growled and stood up.

“Hehehe, not even in either of your dreams, Brendon is my best friend, and it is my dream to go to Kyoto! I am getting that spot as B.V.B!” Levi stood up and gritted his teeth.

“I suppose I can broaden my horizons in Kyoto, I wonder if there is a library at the estate they’ll be staying at.” Satan smirked.

“You all are at an unfair advantage, but I won’t lose.” Belphegor clenched his fist.

“... Kyotonian Delicacies… I’ve always wanted to eat their finest dishes…” Beel was drooling as the other brothers were locked in a glaring rivalry.

“Wait… we shouldn’t forget about Lucifer, whether he try to not count him, he’s also a candidate, even though Lord Diavolo would think it ideal to keep him by his side in the Devildom.” Asmo realized.

“I guess until we find out if one, two, or all of us can go, it’s every demon for himself.” Mammon said, and with that, all the demon brothers parted ways back to their rooms.

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helloalycia · 5 years ago

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never fell out of love // rory gilmore

summary: you and Rory broke up, but that doesn't stop you from teasing her and wishing you could still be together.

warning/s: none.

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I walked into Luke's, not bothering to look around, and approached the till where Luke was writing something down on his notepad.

"Hey, Luke, please can I get two cheeseburgers to go?" I asked with a smile.

"You want fries?" he asked, finally looking up from his notepad.

"Please," I replied, taking a seat at the counter.

He nodded and gave the order to Caesar in the back. I was prepared to wait for my food, until I suddenly heard someone call my name.

"Y/N!"

"Mom, no..."

I turned and saw Rory sat at the table near the window with her mum, Lorelai. Lorelai seemed confused as Rory tried to avert her gaze from me.

I merely smirked and approached the table. "Hey, Lorelai." Lorelai smiled in return as I looked to Rory with a teasing smile. "Rory."

Rory, who was trying her best to not look at me, forced a smile and waved a hand.

"Did I miss something here?" Lorelai got straight to the point, pointing between us. "Last time I checked, you guys were friends."

I chuckled. "Same, Lorelai." I looked to Rory with an amused expression. "Do you need to catch me up on something, Rory?"

Rory, going a deep shade of red by now, finally looked up and flickered her bright blue eyes to mine. "Hey, Y/N. Yes, we're still friends. You doing good?"

I grinned. "Perfect, darling, and you?"

Rory couldn't hold my gaze for long, as she slowly looked elsewhere. "Awesome."

Lorelai looked at her daughter with a puzzled expression.

"I should go wait for my food, but it was nice seeing you," I said, mostly to Lorelai, with a friendly smile. "Enjoy your lunch."

Lorelai nodded and waved. "Bye, sweetie."

I headed back to the counter and took a seat, feeling those familiar butterflies tugging in my gut. What can I say? Rory's presence did that, and she knew it all too well, hence her ignoring me. Or trying to.

As I waited for my food, I realised I kinda wanted a drink now.

"Hey, Luke, can I get a coke? I'll pay now too," I called for the diner-owner as he made some coffee.

Luke nodded and got me the drink. After paying for it, he went to check on my food. I waited and suddenly felt a presence beside me. When I looked up, I saw Rory had approached the counter and was purposely staying silent, despite being fully aware of my presence. She was obviously waiting for Luke to return.

"You should make it less obvious that you hate me, your mum is starting to suspect otherwise," I teased her, hoping to get a response.

She pursed her lips and glanced at me. "You know I don't hate you."

I breathed out, still smiling at her. "I know. It's just fun seeing you squirm."

She rolled her eyes and leaned onto the counter, impatiently drumming her fingers. I admired her appearance today – her long hair half pulled back into an up-do style, her bangs covering her forehead and making her eyes stand out that extra big more, her white blouse rolled up to her elbows and left untucked, only accentuating her figure. She was stunning and I wasn't sure if she even knew what she was doing to me.

"Two cheeseburgers with fries," Luke finally returned, holding out a takeaway bag. "Enjoy."

I smiled and accepted the bag. "Cheers."

"Can I get a cup of coffee, Luke?" Rory asked, relieved he had returned.

Luke nodded and moved to fill her a cup. I stood up straight, bag in hand, and turned to leave, but decided to do one more thing before I left. I pretended to grab some napkins so I could lean next to Rory and get close to her ear.

"You look really beautiful today," I whispered, before grabbing a napkin and stepping back.

Rory clenched her jaw and glanced my way, her eyes soft and questioning. I merely smiled and went on my way.

As fun as teasing Rory was, I did wish I could say all of this to her face. As a couple. The reason she was giving me the cold shoulder was because she wasn't ready to be official with me. We'd been together, though on the down low about it, for a few months, but she decided to break it off when she admitted she was too afraid to come out about us to everyone. Of course I couldn't stop her, but I never fell out of love with her. And I know she still felt something for me.

Leaving Luke's that day left me with a hollow feeling inside, as I realised I probably wouldn't ever be able to say how I felt about Rory out loud.

–

Of course Stars Hollow – or should I say Taylor Doose, town mayor – would find some reason to celebrate and throw some kind of party. At this point, I didn't even know what holiday we were celebrating, I just knew that somehow, Taylor managed to convince pretty much everyone in Stars Hollow to party in the centre of town.

"Taylor did a good job, I must say," Lane commented, looking around.

"Yeah, it sure does look pretty," I agreed, taking everything in.

The gazebo had fairy lights strung all around, matching the ones lighting up the surrounding town stores. It was nighttime, so they shone like little stars. There was also balloons tied around and little streamers hanging about.

"God, this song is awesome." Lane grinned, bopping her head to the song Kirk was playing on the speakers they'd hooked up. "Wanna dance?"

Half the town was dancing like it was their school prom all over again and it was actually really lovely if it weren't amusing.

"Sure, why not?" I shrugged and followed Lane onto the 'dance floor'.

The two of us laughed as we danced around like fools. Nobody cared because everyone was bad as each other.

When the song ended, Lane and I stuck to swaying to the music for a bit, tired out from all the jumping around.

"How isn't your mum scouring the seven seas to find you right now?" I asked Lane, curious to why she hadn't been dragged home.

Lane smirked. "I am currently at Jessie Davis's house reading the Bible."

I quirked an eyebrow. "Who is Jessie Davis?"

Lane tapped her nose and I laughed at her antics. She had her ways, as usual. A pro at deception.

"Hey, there's Rory– Rory! Over here!" she shouted behind me.

I turned and a playful smile fell upon my lips when Rory's expression turned from a grin to a frown. She sucked up a breath and approached Lane and I, a forced smile on her lips.

"Hey, how long have you been here? I tried looking for you earlier," Lane said, still dancing to the music.

Rory waved her hand dismissively. "Not long. Did I miss much?"

Lane laughed. "Just Y/N and I dancing terribly. Not much."

Rory suppressed a smile as she spared me a glance. I almost forgot to breathe because of how adorable she looked.

"Gosh, Kirk actually has a decent playlist tonight," Lane complimented, obviously impressed as yet another good song played. "I'm gonna go check it out."

Lane left to go check out Kirk at his place by the gazebo, leaving Rory and I stood surrounded by terrible dancers.

"Wanna dance?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow hopefully.

Rory crossed her arms nervously. "Erm..."

"Nobody will suspect anything. We're friends. Friends can dance," I reassured her, dropping all hints of playfulness for the moment.

She sighed and nodded, a real smile tugging at her lips. We both began to dance, joining in with the horrible dancing around us. It was lovely to be able to just mess around with her without having to worry what anyone else was thinking – nobody was paying us attention. Plus, she was laughing and I hadn't heard or seen that in a while. Not since we broke up.

Eventually, Kirk slowed down with the upbeat songs and put on a somewhat slow song. Not awkwardly romantic, but something anyone could dance to. So, of course, as Rory tried to pull away and leave, I grabbed her hand and pulled her right back.

"One more dance and I'll leave you alone for the rest of the night," I promised, nodding at her. "If you want me to that is."

Rory said nothing, but rested her hand on my waist and the other in my hand. I smiled and we both slow-danced around the gazebo, not drawing any suspicion because tons of 'friends' were doing the same, some even doing it for a laugh. But nothing was funny to me about the fact that Rory was closer than she'd ever been to me since we broke up, and her eyes wouldn't leave mine.

She was wearing a lovely purple dress tonight, her hair left out and curled, framing her face. I wondered if she was thinking about us. I knew I was. I missed her the longer she was with me, strangely enough.

I leaned forward, making her nervous and tense up a little. But I only glanced around before moving my mouth to her ear.

"I really want to kiss you right now."

I pulled back and acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary. As we twirled around Miss Patty, smiling as she waved at us, I made sure to act the part. Though, Rory staring at me like I'd said the worst thing ever did make me regret it a little.

Finally, the song ended and everyone clapped for Kirk, who was unsure how to react to people actually thinking he'd done a good job at something. I pulled away from Rory and took a step back, sensing her discomfort. I hated that when I looked at her, I felt the urge to kiss her still.

"I'll go," I said.

She stared at me, her expression unreadable, until suddenly, she stepped forward and pressed her lips against mine. I was surprised, wondering why she would kiss me in such a public place. But I didn't get much time to think about it because I soon found myself kissing her back, missing the taste of her lips and the warmth of her skin.

She pulled away when we ran out of breath, but her hands were clutching my waist tightly. Her eyes darted from my lips to my eyes and I saw that she was still a little confused, but she was smiling.

"Erm, you know you just kissed me, right?" I asked her to be sure.

She nodded.

"Okay, just checking," I said. "You also know people saw, right?"

Already, bystanders were talking between themselves, pointing conspicuously at Rory and I. No going back now.

"I love you," she said, grabbing my hands.

I felt my heart rate speed up. "You do?"

She nodded, eyes flickering down to my lips again. "I'm ready."

I bit my lip to contain my grin. "Rory... I love you, too."

She grinned, pressing a small kiss to my lips before pulling me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close, smiling into her shoulder.

I was glad to finally be hers for real now.

#rory gilmore #rory gilmore imagine #Rory gilmore x reader #Rory gilmore x female reader #gilmore girls #alexis bledel

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dokidokey · 4 years ago

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mirio, as he insisted you call him, takes you to an amusement park for your first date, oblivious about the fact that you never quite got over your phobia from that one final destination movie.

fluffvember track 06: amusement park

word count: 3257

warnings: mentions of gruesome ways of dying, discussion about final destination, throwing up, swearing

notes: i am only going to ever write for mirio and no one else bye

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Your hands have never been as clammy as they are now, at seven in the evening at the entrance of this newly built amusement park some minutes away from your university. Mind reeling like the tracks on that rollercoaster you see swirling up and down, you didn’t register the fact that Togata has been calling your name a few times now.

“Sorry, sorry, what was it again?”

He smiles that blinding smile of his, eyes crinkling at the sides as he beams at you. Something that really makes him stand out is his charisma, you notice, as it is so easy for him to connect and get along with others. If it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t be here right now, which is something you appreciate but kind of dread.

“You look really nervous,” he comments, gaze dropping momentarily on your hands that you’ve been wiping at your jeans for some time now. “You scared of heights or something? We can just avoid the ferris wheel and rollercoaster.”

You let out an awkward laugh at his conclusion, doing a once-over of the place. The night is alive with the amusement park’s glittering LED lights and the hundreds of people’s laughter and screams commingling.

“More like afraid of what will happen,” you mutter, eyes trailing back to the rollercoaster that seems to loom over you.

A confused but rather interested look is on your date’s face, an easy smile over his lips. He says, “what do you mean?”

A bead of sweat slides down your temple and you quickly swipe it away with the back of your hand. “Have you seen Final Destination? That film ruined my life.”

Flashbacks of what you’ve seen from the movie replays vividly in your head, a shudder making its way up your spine. What if the moment that it’s your turn that a nut turns loose in the tracks? What if some passenger decides to bring a camera with them and it falls on the tracks and gets run over by the cart? There are an infinite amount of possibilities how you can die tonight.

The line for the entrance moves and you and Mirio step along. There are only four more people before it’s your turn.

He turns to you and slightly cocks his head to the side. “I actually haven’t seen that. Is it good?”

Is it good? God.

“No,” comes your immediate reply, hugging your jacket as a rather cold breeze sweeps around. “No, it’s not. It’s the worst. The girl can, like, see a vision of how she and her friends are going to die. The first one is at the carnival and some of her friends died on the rollercoaster. It’s － disgusting. Gory. Blood and all that shit.”

“Huh,” Togata says, a raised eyebrow directed at you. “You just said shit.”

“And?”

The line moves forward and you’re next at the booth.

“I’ve never heard you say that before.”

Of course he hadn’t. You’ve known each other for probably two weeks max, after he approached you in the hallway one Thursday morning. His effort of asking you out on a date that time is politely taken down as you prefer to get to know people first before getting yourself involved with them. You only took up his fourth offer for a date two days ago, and here you are now.

The people in front of you step aside and you pull out the few wads of cash you have in your pocket for your own ticket but Togata beats you to it. Your eyes are zeroing in on the exchange the man behind the booth is handing him back.

“Togata, I could－”

“I told you,” he says with a smile and steps aside, holding two green wristbands, “to just call me Mirio. Literally no one ever calls me Togata. Plus, it’s weird coming from you.”

“Okay. Well, Mirio, I could have paid for my own ticket.”

He shakes his head and motions for you to hold out your wrist, wrapping the green paper around your wrist.

“But I wanted to,” he grins, looking up briefly at you before securing the band around you. You take in the way his nose is angled when looking down, the slope so smooth you had the weird urge to run the pads of your fingers in them. His hair is still up and you wonder if it will stay like that after some not-so-extreme rides later.

He hesitantly asks you to wrap his own wristband for him, to which you shake your head, amused. Really, he has the guts to ask you four times for this date but gets shy about a wristband.

Once done, you both pass through the giant, blinking arch of the amusement park’s name. It’s like the sounds of the place intensifies as you walk farther in, sounds from game booths and the rides ringing in your ear.

“Where do you want to go first?” Mirio asks, looking around. You really don’t want to decide where to go first (or to go at all, honestly.) You eye a booth at your right that has some cute stuffed toys dangling, a particular lime turtle catching your attention.

It turns out you don’t need to decide as Mirio takes you by your wrist and drags you to the booth you were eyeing moments ago.

“So?” He looks down at you because this man is tall. You barely reach his shoulders. He looks up and squints. “What do you want?”

“Nothing!” You squeak out. “I － Why don’t we try the rollercoaster or something?”

That pulls out a loud laugh from him as he throws his head back, catching the attention of some people nearby.

“Really?” He looks unimpressed. “After you told me about that movie? No. What do you want?”

“Do I get to pay for it?” You mumble, looking up to scan the other plushies above you. There’s a cute baby pink elephant at your left, but the turtle one is cute too, so great － now you’re just torn between what to choose out of the two.

“Let me think about it,” he pouts and brings a finger under his chin as if to think, then his face lights up as he says, “no!”

You roll your eyes at his childish antic but a small smile is on your face. “Whatever.”

“So what do you want?”

“I don’t know,” you frown, “that turtle’s cute but that elephant is too.” You point at the two plushies you mention. “You pick.”

There’s a silly grin on Mirio’s face as he decides. “Let’s get both then!”

“No!” You latch on his arm in panic when he moves to fish money on his pockets. “No, just one! The elephant is cuter!”

He just hums and ignores you, talking to the booth owner about the mechanics of the game. God, you don’t even know what game this is. Mirio is handed six darts and you look forward to see five balloons of different sizes and colors, placed all over the board.

“What do you do?” You ask in a small voice, letting go of his arm to stand beside him in a reasonably close proximity. “You pop all of that?”

He nods, concentrating on popping the first balloon. He takes a deep breath and jumps a few times like he’s taking on such great activity and not popping five balloons for a silly plushie. He throws his arm back for the first attempt, and you’re distracted. His arms are sexy, gosh, okay. You’re a little out of it, eyes fixed on the way the sleeve of his navy blue shirt is stretching at the movement that the first pop of the balloon on the lower left of the board startles you.

“Yeah!” Mirio cheers, a fist in the air. “Four more and you’ll get your dear turtle.”

“Elephant,” you correct him, leaning your hips on the railing separating the stall and the pathway. “I want the elephant. It’s cuter.”

“Sure,” he laughs, throwing a red dart and popping the large, orange balloon near the center, “the elephant it is.”

Mirio successfully pops two more balloons. The only one left is the green one, which looks about just a little bit bigger than your fists, and as Mirio throws his arm back and propels the dart to the board, it misses.

“Damn,” he mutters, arm swiftly gliding through the air in disappointment. “One more, one more.”

“It’s my elephant on the line here, sir. You better pop that one,” is your way of cheering him on.

Mirio chuckles at you and winks. “Maybe a kiss for a good luck will work.”

“I mean,” you shrug, nonchalantly facing your palm upwards with a disinterested look on your face, “it’s okay if you lose too.”

There’s a pop in the air and no more balloons are attached to the board. You gasp, looking at Mirio with wide eyes.

“You got it!” You say excitedly, “you did it!”

He nods while laughing. You swear this man can’t go a second without smiling or laughing. You’ve never seen him not beaming ever. If he were a dog, Mirio would certainly be a golden retriever.

The booth owner hands you the pink elephant you mentioned earlier, your fingers biting on its soft fur.

“Don’t I really get a kiss?” He asks as you walk toward where the rides are. The screams grow louder with every step.

“Thank you,” you smile at him and hug your elephant to your chest, pressing your face on its head, “but no kisses. Maybe on the second date. Who knows?”

“Oh? So there will be another date after this?”

Did you just. . . really say another date? Did you really just say you want to go on another date with him?

“I － I mean, yeah, why not.”

Mirio shakes his head in amusement at your answer and asks you where you want to go next. The line at the rollercoaster is unbelievable long but it’s not like you’ll ride that. You don’t even consider that thought.

Mirio points to a circular something, with chairs or egg-like something spinning inside. “That! You want to try that?”

You don’t because what if something bad happens? How gruesome is your death going to be if you die in that ride? God, if that ride decides to malfunction is it even possible you’ll make it out alive? But you don’t want to be a killjoy. You’re here to have fun and though the kind of fun in your head is usually followed by some morbid afterthought, you don’t wanna ruin the fun for Mirio.

So you nod and let him take your wrist again, falling in line at the ticket booth for the ride. The line isn’t as long as the one for the rollercoaster and you’re fourth in line, surprisingly enough.

The grip you have on your plushie tightens as you observe the ride. They do look like egg-shaped cars, or carts, or whatever you call this. And they twist so fast in circles. You’ll end up like scrambled eggs here. A very dizzy and nauseated scrambled eggs.

“You okay?” Mirio asks, watching you watch the people on the ride scream and shout, their voices ringing around the place as they go in circles.

“Yeah,” you assure him, voice a little higher than usual.

Mirio turns to face you fully, eyebrows pinched together. “Are you sure? We can always go somewhere else.”

“No, no, this is fine! We’re fine. I’m just － I don’t know,” you groan, burying your face on the elephant’s head again. “That movie is just living rent-free in my head. What if we die here, Mirio? What if this giant circular thing decides to malfunction?”

Mirio huffs out a laugh at your demise, placing both hands on your shoulders and squeezing. “We are not going to die here, okay? That’s just made up. It isn’t real. Besides, how are we going to go on that second date if we die now?”

You groan against the elephant’s head once again at the teasing lilt of his voice. It seems he won’t let you live that one out for tonight.

You both wait in line a few more minutes before the ride, which you saw is called Tilt-A-Whirl, slowly decelerates and the passengers get out of the egg-cart things. The line at the ticket moves until it’s yours and Mirio’s turn. Of course, he pays again, which you complained to him but didn’t get to do anything about it as you’re ushered to climb up and pick a seat. Your elephant plushie is taken away and placed on a table near the ticket booth.

There are six egg carts in all, the platform uneven. From what you saw in line earlier, these egg carts spin in circles in their place as the platform flows, like an escalator. So as the egg carts spin on its own in circles, it goes around the place in uneven elevations.

Mirio let's you in first before he sits next to you, pulling down the metal bar to secure you both in place. You thought your palms were the clammiest they have ever been before you entered this place, but you’re proven wrong as you wipe your hands on your jeans once again, heartbeat frantic and blood rushing in your ears.

“Calm down,” comes Mirio’s soothing voice. “We haven’t even started yet.”

“But what if we die?” You voice out your thoughts, gripping the metal bar hard that it feels like you cut off the circulation of your blood. “We’ll end up like some low budget Final Destination remake.”

Mirio laughs, patting your hand gently before placing his beside yours. “We won’t, Y/N. Trust me. We’re still going on that second date, remember?”

You didn’t get to retort to his teasing as the engine whirs to life, shutting you up and tripling the erratic pace of your heartbeat. You inhale deeply before releasing it in a loud breath to try and calm your nerves but it isn’t working.

Your egg cart starts to slowly spin as you feel it move around, your stomach dropping along when it gets to that lower part of the platform.

“Oh God,” you say rather loudly as your surroundings start to blur and the spinning gets faster, the lights of the park dissolving into bright lines in your vision.

“OH GOD, MIRIO,” you scream once the cart is spinning insanely fast, “OH MY GOD, MIRIO, WE’RE GOING TO DIE. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK.”

You aren’t sure if Mirio is laughing next to you because your ears are ringing. The fact that the other passengers are screaming too isn’t helping. You can feel yourself starting to feel dizzy and you clamp your eyes shut, tucking your head down.

“Y/N come on!” Mirio screams then you feel his hand over yours, just as sweaty and clammy but you don’t care. It feels kind of good. It’s like he’s keeping that bit of your soul and sanity in your body.

“WE’RE GOING TO FUCKING DIEEEEE,” you shout. When your cart jumps a little harder as you go around, your heart rate picks up. You literally might faint right now. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT SHIIIIT SHITSHITSHIT.”

Is this it? Is this how you die? Was that particular hard jump of your cart because of a loose nut in this ride? Are you going to fly off? Will you die like one of those people in Final Destination? God, you hope not because you still need to finish your education and maybe go on that second date with Mirio and pass that project you have due in a week.

Mirio’s loud laughter battles the loud ringing in your ear and you aren’t sure or oriented enough to notice how long you were spinning until it slowed to a stop. Mirio pushes the metal bar off you and gets up. You envy the way he’s standing straight and isn’t looking a bit dazed or out of it.

“Can you stand?” He asks in worry when you melt farther in your seat and squeezes your eyes shut to try and get rid of the spinning but when you open your eyes, it’s still the same. Mirio looks funny to you and the glinting LED lights behind him are melting in your vision.

You brace yourself as you stand up but fail. You thought you stood up but you didn’t. You fall right in Mirio’s arms and he’s chuckling quietly as he holds you upright.

You did end up as a dizzy and nauseated scrambled egg.

“Can you stand?” Mirio repeats but you just shake your head which is a very bad idea because the dizziness worsens. You aren’t sure nor paid enough attention how you got out of the ride but you somehow did and now you’re clutching your baby pink elephant again. Mirio keeps a hand on your shoulder as you both stand a few feet away from the ride you got off.

“Are you okay now?” Mirio asks with a worried crease on his forehead. As much as you’d like to assure him and tell him that you’re okay (even though you aren’t,) you can’t because that’s when you feel the bitter and scorching feeling at your throat as the food you ate earlier goes back up your esophagus.

You’re quick to shove the stuffed toy on his chest and slapping a hand over your mouth, garbling out a “mhm,” hoping he’ll get your message and lead you to the side so you can puke your guts out.

You’re surprised when he mutters a quiet, “oh shit,” before ushering you to that single bathroom stall and you would have rubbed it in his face that he just swore but you’re too busy vomiting.

It’s disgusting and so unappealing and you feel like you just turned him off. What a great way to ruin your first date.

A series of knocks on the other side of the door startles you. “Are you okay?” Mirio asks, “you need some water? I can get you one.”

“No, no, wait,” you say because you so don’t want to be left alone here, wiping the back of your hand to the side of your mouth and you add quietly, “disgusting. You’re so disgusting and embarrassing.”

You stand up and spit once more on the toilet before patting your hands on your jeans, then next your cheek. You clear your throat before pushing the door open and looking meekly at Mirio. He visibly relaxes as you stare back at him.

“How are you feeling?” He asks.

You clear your throat again just to be sure, grimacing a little from the aftertaste of your vomit. “Still kind of dizzy but I can manage.”

“Good,” he says, running a hand through his hair and that’s when you notice his hair is down! And it’s so fluffy you kind of want to just clamp your hand down on his head. He notices you staring at his hair and smirks, shaking it out a little. “Is it weird?”

“No! No, you － you look good like that, actually.”

He throws his head back to laugh, the sound ringing in the air. For a moment you forget you’re in the middle of an amusement park. “I could just kiss you right now,” Mirio chuckles, shoulders shaking as yours slacks.

“I literally just threw up,” you deadpan.

“Who cares?”

“You’re disgusting. Come buy me that water.”

#i love this sm #togata mirio #togata mirio x reader #togata mirio fluff #togata mirio angst #bnha #bnha fluff #bnha angst #bnha fluffvember #fluffvember 2020 #kielle’s fluffvember #mirio togata #mirio angst #mirio fluff #mirio x reader

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the-last-cuddlebender · 4 years ago

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Happy FFWF cuddles! 😊 What are the fluffiest things you've ever written, and why do you think they're the fluffiest?

HAPPY FFWF, MY FRIEND!!!

oh this is incredibly difficult and took me quite a while to think about omg why must you do this to me, peaches?????

Hmmm...the fluffiest and why...

I am a sucker for Kataang taking care of each other, and I think that drives the majority of my fluff. Just the TLC, y’know? And happy crying. Oh gosh, happy crying. I think I’ve only managed to do it once in the readers with I’m Here, the whistle-speak fic that holds my heart on a string, but gosh do I love it when I write something sweet and a lil tear comes to my eye. What I’m writing usually isn’t that good when it happens, but I get so invested that it just comes out. It makes writing worth it to me💕

I really, really, REALLY love the fluff in Eyes of Ash from Aang bonding with the other young master airbenders right after he gets his tattoos. Aang having big brothers is my kryptonite I stg:

One of the bison landed on the cluster of young masters, and he pawed through the lump of bodies until he found the smallest, laughing one. He picked Aang up by his scruff between his teeth and grumpily shuffled away. Curling up, he held the boy in his front paws and looked almost like he was trying to hide his skyrider under his chin. He bared his teeth and growled at the pouting young masters climbing over him like an infestation.

Moonlit Stitches is my favorite fluff-piece that I’ve written, I think. I haven’t been able to duplicate the magic of that fic yet. It’s just the little things about describing how things feel and how things feel that I think make it so fluffy, if that makes sense. It takes the fluffy feel from the outside and puts it inside

Katara curled her hands into his robes and ran her fingers over the thick weave. The material was gentle and delicate as it slid under the pads of her fingers. It was thin but densely woven, and its many stitches made it welcoming to the touch. It was beautiful and vibrant from a distance, and it was reliable and sturdy even after years of abuse.

From afar, it looked untouched, but Katara felt around the dozens of bulging scars in the fabric. She had stitched up every one, and as she tilted her head, inviting him deeper, one of her hands sought out the patchwork of scars on his exposed torso up towards his shoulder. She had stitched up those, too. They were nearly invisible except for the welting bumps that they made under her fingers. They were proof of a thousand near-misses—flirts with what she didn’t like to think about. She had already seen it before. They broke and built him like wooden beams snapped and replaced by steel, like a broken bone fusing thicker than before.

One of his hands slid up her back and down the length of her arm, pulling her hand away from the evidence of bad memories. He kissed each of her knuckles while his other arm shifted around her waist.

And then he held their hands out like they were dancing.

Katara smiled. Aang didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. His eyes spoke so much for him that he could live mute and never need to write his thoughts, but his smile was a wonder of nature, like sunshine curled across his face, and his laugh was a gift that he wanted to share with the world.

All the Spirits and the Ancients themselves could not keep her from the soul who would ever damage his smile.

Aang often got lost in his need to make her his, but Katara quickly learned that intimacy was the last thing that concerned. He wanted to kiss her and touch her. He wanted to make her smile at silly jokes and laugh at his antics. He wanted to need her—to train himself to make her his focus. Two people only ever belonged to one another if they did. It was never a matter of leaving a mark on the other person. It was him putting her mark on himself—him pulling her closer so that she might fill the void he wanted so desperately to fill with her.

He wanted to chase her, not to catch her but to give her reason to want to run with him.

And as he swayed her softly, she leaned into his lead until they were two pendulums dancing in the moonlight.

Aang being a little shit like in Dip in the Bed is always fluffy to me because smartass-ery is just adorable for some reason:

Aang’s smile was as bright as his eyes were gentle. They were half-lidded, too. His whole posture was a broken coil pretending to still be a spring, but that didn’t stop him from trying. He laid on his side and rested his face on one fist, eclipsing her in his shadow. He studied her like she was a painting he was seeing for the first time—like he was just now finding every hidden meaning buried behind each brushstroke.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” Aang said, like he always did. His voice was warmer than his robe had been when it came off the fire.

Katara stared for longer than she liked. Every part of her wanted to move. She couldn’t. Maybe all of this was a dream. Aang said he would be gone for a week at the least. It had been only a few days. He had to fly all the—

Aang touched her cheek and hummed their song. And though only his thumb brushed under her eye, the whole of her felt like it was hugged.

He was home early.

That bastard.

But the fluffiest of all, imo, is that which I haven’t released yet, and it’s a kindof essay-type post of all things😅 It’s a little rambling about "Avatar’s Love” and what I think it means (all a result of the TSR analysis lmao), and the whole of it makes me cry like a BABY and makes me so dang HAPPY every time oh my gosh:

...It was the same notes played to a different melody that was as familiar as it was new. It was the same partner in a different dance and a new song created together. Each beat of the song is different, and so is each step of the dance. There are an endless amount of ways to say ‘I love you’, and there are just as many infinite ways to say ‘I love you, too’. It can be someone standing silent beside you, or it can be someone not beside you filling your silence.

It was passing on a betrothal necklace as a gift to a daughter. The love is still there. It’s just in a different form—the same notes but rearranged with a new player creating a new song.

It’s a story coming to a close, but the longing for more is what makes it complete.

The song ends, but only for a while. Silence meant a moment to breathe...

(ALSO JUST EVERYTHING ABOUT MEET ME BY THE RIVER ON GOD I JUST SVNEOIUBVNERIPFBNDFB)

#avatar the last airbender #i lowkey read that little essay when i need a happy cry now-a-days #idk to call it an essay or meta or what since it's all about the show and its message but damn do i love it #ffwf #itsmoonpeaches #answered #THANKS FOR THE ASK BB💕#the cuddles have spoken #kataang #meet me by the river makes me WEAK #it's one of the only found family fics ive written so far and it makes my heart gush every time

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myonlyaurora · 5 years ago

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Choices & Chances

Chapter 2:

| Character list | prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 |

Jiseul's POV

"TAP OUT! I TAP OUT! STOP APPLYING PRESSURE ,THAT SHIT HURTS! I'M OUT!"

"STOP! Jiseul wins this match." Jongho announces.

Claps and whistles surrounded us ,they must have surely enjoyed watching.

"And that's how a real match should look like. Do not hold back at all. Alright ,it's 6pm now ,go and get ready for the party."

And with that ,everyone started to disperse to prepare for the party.

On the entire way back to our rooms in the pack house ,Mingi kept trying to divert my attention by bringing up different topics.

"Ooo ,look! There's a butterfly!"

"Stop trying Mingi..." I said.

"Please Jiseul ,I really don't want to confess...her birthday is next week isn't it? She'll most likely reject me because she may find her mate then..."

I pretended to be in deep thought.

"Please please pleaseeee...I'll owe you one ,I'll do whatever you want me to do."

"Alright ,you said it yourself Mingi ,you owe me one"

"yes! Thank you!" He said while showing me puppy eyes.

I could only laugh at his antics. He was such a softie despite looking so intimidating.

"See you later! And don't take too much time trying to decide your outfit " Mingi screamed across the hall way and slammed his door shut.

"SONG MINGI!"

Thankfully there was no one in the hallway listening to our conversation. I quickly walked to my room and closed the door.

You and Wooyoung better keep your guard up

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By the time I was done showering and applying makeup ,the party was in full swing. I could hear music blasting from the back of the pack house and people chattering.

"JISEUL!"

I turned and saw Yujin and Jihyo waving. I walked over to the table and sat.

"So are you eggcited for tonight?" Jihyo said while wiggling her eyebrows.

I could feel my cheeks heating up.

"Oh my ,feels hot doesn't it? I'm going to get some drinks ,do you guys want some?" I said before quickly walking off to the food table.

"It's so rare to see her so flustered!" I heard Yujin say before their laughters followed.

Aish ,those girls.

The night went on as more wolves joined our table and games started. The boys were doing shots to see who had the highest alcohol tolerance except for Wooyoung and Yeosang who were listening to a partially drunk me ramble about how school sucks and how some boys are dicks.

“I feel so bad for her. She genuinely loved him and yet he still cheated on her. Can’t y’all just control your dicks?”

“Hey! We’re not —“

“I was so ready to bring a pair of scissors to school to cut off his dick for her. Poor girl. I would have castrated him if I were her. Why do people even do—”

EVERYONE , THEY'RE BACK!" a voice shouted ,interrupting my sentence.

I could hear whistles and cheers erupting. Wolves were racing to the front yard ,eager to see them after so long.

“Alright let’s go let’s go!” Wooyoung said while lifting my head up off him. I could tell he and Yeosang were eager to leave ,probably scarred after hearing me ramble.

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By the time we reached the front ,the first car had already rolled up. I couldn't see who had gotten off as everyone was crowding around them and my petite frame did not help at all in these kind of situations.

"Wow...grew so much...more muscular...feel safe that he's our beta..."

My ears perked up at that.

Beta? Did I hear that correctly?

I started to push my way through the crowd ,eager to confirm what I had heard.

"Seonghwa!" I shouted while running. He turned behind and his face lit up when he saw me.

"How's my little sis been doing?" he said while we hugged each other tightly.

"I'vebeendoingfine...howaboutyou?" I said ,my voice being muffled by his shirt as I buried my face in his chest.

No words can describe how much I missed him. My sidekick ,my protector ,and my best friend as well.

“I’m good. Finally feel more ready to take over the beta position now.” he replied. I smiled in response even though he couldn’t see it. I am so proud of him.

I felt Seonghwa burying his nose into my hair and my clothes so I looked up.

Did I stink or something? But I just showered...

Seonghwa lifted his nose up into the air ,sniffing it.

“What’s wrong hwa?” I said.

“I don’t know...” he trailed off ,eyes focused on something behind me. I turned behind to see Jihyo standing a few metres behind ,staring at him wide-eyed. I looked back at Seonghwa to see staring too.

“Mate...” I heard him breathe out. I was confused for a moment when it finally dawned on me that they were mates.

“I...will...leave y’all to it” I said before quickly rushing off to stand beside Wooyoung. Seonghwa walked towards Jihyo and engulfed her in a hug of which she returned the gesture too. Everyone around us started cheering and clapping.

“Oh my Gosh” I said ,still trying to get around the fact that they are mates. “I am so weirded out that my best friend and brother are mates...” I said to Wooyoung.

“You’ll get used to it.” he replied while laughing.

I sighed and leant onto him while his arm wrapped around my waist ,enjoying the warmth he provided in the cold night.

“Hey Wooyoung”

“Hmm?”

“Did you apply cologne?”

“No I didn’t. Why?”

“There’s like this really nice scent in the air.” I said while sniffing the air ,trying to find out where it came from. I left his side ,pushing my way towards the front of the crowd once more since the scent seemed to be coming from there.

“Wait for me Jiseul!” he called after me.

I could feel my wolf stirring in me for some reason. It was very rare that I felt her. We were on good terms just that we weren’t really any interaction between us compared to how others were with their wolves.

I stood at the front of the crowd ,staring into the eyes of a person. The only person who could make me feel butterflies...the only person who could see through me...and...the only person...whom I had been waiting for.

“Mate...Hongjoong...” I breathed out. He started to walk away from whoever he was talking to and towards me. I felt butterflies in my stomach. By now everyone was watching the interaction between us ,happiness and excitement lit up on their face.

He stretched out his hand and sparks flew the moment our fingertips met. He engulfed me in a hug while burying his face in the crook of my neck.

“Jiseul...I told you didn’t I?” he whispered softly. I could only hug him tighter in response ,I could feel a lump forming in my throat. I was going to cry from happiness and relief.

We were in our own world ,enjoying each other’s presence and warmth after 5 years of separation. He said he would come back but what he didn’t know was that that only applied for Beta’s. Alpha’s weren’t allowed to return home ,he hadn’t read the letter carefully. You could say I was devastated when I found out.

I could hear people congratulating us and saying that they wouldn’t have to worry about the future for we would have “strong pups”. They must have caught on after all.

I was so caught up in the moment that I hadn’t realised that another figure had appeared in front of us until people started to hush down and whisper.

“Who’s that?”

“A friend?”

“But why would she be crying and staring if she was a friend?”

“From happiness?” But she doesn’t really look happy though...”

I felt Hongjoong’s body tense up as he hugged me tighter but I didn’t pay much attention to it. I tiptoed to try and catch a glimpse of that person.

“Joo...Joongie?”

Maybe I should have listened to Yunho after all...

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Ok honestly ,is my writing too long-winded? Because I feel that way after looking at the word count😬

And my writing seems to be getting worse omg

I would really appreciate some feedback 🥺

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teamhook · 5 years ago

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CS Pupstravaganza ~ Our Love’s Melody

Hello all! Well, who can say not to puppies? I can't. This is my contribution to the @cspupstravaganza

The song I used is Start of Time by Gabrielle Aplin. If any of you happen to ship Stydia as well, you'll recognize it.

Thanks to the pupper moderator, the lovelies over at Discord, and my Beta- @gingerchangeling

I've had this story in my drafts for a while, I just needed an excuse to really get into it. Thanks for the push.

Gotta tag a few people.

@searchingwardrobes @revanmeetra87 @ilovemesomekillianjones @hookedonapirate @seriouslyhooked @snowbellewells @kmomof4 @let-it-raines @shireness-says @profdanglaisstuff @xhookswenchx @kymbersmith-90

AO3

FFN

In their prime, The Scoundrels were a fan favorite selling out stadiums sadly that was 10 years ago. Now they play small engagements. Reunions, bridal showers, birthday parties and whatever event Liam could find.

Killian, however, would sneak away and play hole-in-the-wall bars or what might be considered dive bars. He wanted to get inspired to write one more hit. At least. He wanted to prove to all the critics that called him a "has been" that he was still pertinent. But that was proving to be an elusive goal.

Killian kept declining offers from all different types of reality shows including Dancing With the Stars to The Bachelor. His brother Liam would simply say, "Killy, you are an amazing dancer, You would win, and it would be good publicity for your comeback." Killian's simple response, "I don't need a bloody reality tv show to become relevant my music will show that."

The brothers talked for hours and Liam finally agreed to back off about Killian doing any sort of reality show. At least for now.

"Brother, tell me what I can do to help," Liam asked in defeat.

Killian smirked, "Do what you do best. I want to focus on writing for a while, can you get me some help with Jolly and maybe make sure my plants don't die?"

Liam ponders for a second, "I could get a dog sitter and maybe ask if watering plants would be an added bonus."

"Aye, sounds like a plan. Liam, doesn't that blonde have a dog walker for Olaf?" Killian reminded his brother of the icy blonde he may have a crush on.

Liam blushed at the mention of Elsa, his brother was right. She had mentioned she was going to get one. "I'll ask her if she has any recommendations."

It turns out that Olaf's dog walker was a close friend and had enough time to walk Jolly too. The plants were not a deal-breaker.

Through Elsa, Liam hired Emma to be Killian's dog sitter.

First day on the job. Emma arrived promptly to take Jolly on his walk. She used the key that Liam had left for her in the lobby. She walked in and is soon met with an adorable black labrador/spaniel mix. She scratched behind his ears and looked for his leash. He jumped around full of energy. "You are a cutie aren't you? Yes, you are." She thought his owner would have at least been more organized and left her what she needed to do her job.

She sighed exasperatedly at the inconvenience to have to search for it. She walked further into the loft. It was beautiful and she couldn't help but admire the decor and the personal touches.

She noticed the Grammy awards and as she leaned over to read the name she heard someone clearing their throat. Shit! She got caught snooping. Just her luck.

She slowly turned around to face the music.

"Hello. I'm Emma Swan, Jolly's new pet sitter." She quickly introduced herself. She really hoped that she hadn't overstepped. "I was looking for Jolly's leash to take him to the park." She looked at him and noticed he had fetched his leash. The traitorous dog's tail excitedly tapped on the floor.

"I'm sorry, Miss. Swan. I'm Liam Jones. I meant to arrive before you but I got stuck in traffic." He smiled for a brief second.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have looked for it myself. You must think I'm unprofessional."

"The fault is mine. I should have been here to show you around. Would you like a tour?"

"I think Jolly is ready for his walk and maybe a little playtime. Would you still be here in about an hour?"

"I will be. I need to discuss something with my brother."

"Okay, come on Jolly." She smiled nervously and she left to the nearby doggy park, with a happy dog beside her.

Sixty minutes later she returned with a very tired and happy Jolly.

Emma knocked on the door this time while holding Jolly's leash. The door flew open shortly after. Liam smiled fondly at her and the dog. "So did Jolly behave?" He reached to pet the dog.

"He is a very well behaved dog."

Liam smiled in agreement, "Lass, I'm happy you got along well. My brother was worried about Jolly, but he really needs to focus on his writing."

Emma responded, "Oh, so I will not be meeting him?"

Liam smiled, "you will, but he will not be around much. He needs to focus on this new music."

Emma smiled and looked at Jolly, "I have no problem with that. I will gladly take care of this cutie. That is… if the job is still mine?"

Liam locked eyes with the young girl, "It is, Jolly has taken to you." He eyed his brother's canine. The dog happily wagging his tail in excitement.

Emma hesitantly, "Your brother was some kind of big shot musician from the awards I saw earlier, is there anything I might have heard recently?"

"I'm afraid not. He hasn't written anything in a while." Liam slowly walked past Emma. He stood for a second and returned his attention to her. "Miss Swan please follow me." He guided her further into the spacious loft. Emma walked quietly behind him, admiring the view of the space.

*Days Later*

Killian left his private studio to take a break and spend a little time with Jolly. He was walking around his apartment in search of his dog. He stopped at the sound of an angelic voice. The only person other than his brother that had a key to the apartment was that dog sitter Liam had hired. He had a feeling it was more about having some sort of interaction with the pretty blonde he was smitten with. Killian couldn't understand why Liam was so hesitant about asking the girl out. "Bloody git."

He was transfixed by the lovely melodic voice. The song was nothing he had heard of before. He liked to be familiar with the new sounds and artists. Once he reached the source of his piqued interest he was captivated by the image in front of him. A blonde lass was watering his plants as she sang to her heart's content. She hummed a melody as she inspected the plants to have the correct amount of water. She was walking towards her charge to ensure he had enough water as her day was almost over. She got ready for her grand finale in front of Jolly, the furball kept wagging his tail in excitement. Killian had followed the girl as she flowed oblivious to her uninvited audience. Her song came to an end as she pets Jolly goodbye for the day.

Killian stood in place his eyes focused on the door that had just closed.

"Mary Margaret, what are you doing?" Emma asked her older sister as she entered the bedroom.

"Uh, nothing." Mary Margaret closes down her computer and blushes at being caught. She sits up straight on her bed.

"Oh my god, are you still trying to vote for that show "Then and Now" to do a special on your favorite band, the Scrounges?" Emma giggled at her sister's antics as she dropped down next to her sister on the bed.

"Ems, first of all," she sighed,"It's The Scoundrels and yeah, I am. I don't get it. There is no activity in their social media accounts and I would love it if I could hear them sing at my wedding." Mary Margaret gasps in excitement, "Do you think I can get them?"

"MM, I love you but do you really think David wants a boy band to play at his wedding. It's not just your wedding you know?" Emma says with a raised eyebrow.

"It's not a boy band, and besides Killian Jones has the best voice ever. It's so dreamy and sexy." Mary Margaret sighs contently.

"I guess if that's what you want. It's your wedding, your special day." Emma smiled fondly at her sister.

"Enough teasing and tell me about your first week at work." MM prodded as she focused all her attention on Emma.

"MM, it's not a big deal. Just dog walking and watering some plants for some big shot singer." She shrugged.

"Do you know who it is?" MM asked excitedly.

"I saw some Grammys but I didn't get a chance to read the name, the guy that hired me said it was his brother's place." Emma shrugged.

"Didn't you ask?" MM asked confused.

"I'm curious but on my first day I was caught snooping. I just didn't want to push my luck." Emma confessed blushing.

"Oh, Emma." MM hugged her sister.

"Then the awards were moved. I haven't seen them since. So I took the hint." Emma continued.

"That was unnecessary!" MM said upset.

"I understand, they have a total stranger coming into their home. I'm not mad." Emma smiled at her sister.

"What did Elsa say? Did she give any details when she mentioned the job?" MM asked.

"Elsa just said she was helping her friend Liam out," Emma answered.

"Liam is the one that hired you? And he did it so his brother could write new songs?" MM confirmed as she started putting some things together.

Emma answered slowly. "Yes."

MM gasps, "Oh my gosh! Hold on, I have to double-check something." MM grabs her computer, opens it and does some frantic typing, while Emma watches her. "Ems, is this Liam?" MM points at an old image of a guy that resembles Liam standing next to her sister's teenage crush, Killian Jones. Emma stares at the image trying to read the caption below the photo, Liam Jones brother of Killian Jones singer/writer of The Scoundrels.

"Holy shit! How did you know?" Emma squints at the image as she asks MM.

"Liam is not that common of a name and how many Liam's can possibly have Grammy award-winning brothers?" MM is jumping off the bed excitedly. "Emma you have to introduce me or at the very least get me his autograph!" MM squees with excitement.

"MM, I haven't met him yet. I don't even know if I will. He is always in his studio working." Emma answers her sister.

"Ems, please, please, I'm begging you!" MM begs.

"MM, I can't promise anything." Emma stares at her sister.

"OMG, tell me he still has the tight leather pants! He used to fill them up perfectly." MM sighs contently at the memory.

"MM, I have no idea. You make it sound like I go snooping around. I just take Jolly out and feed him. That's it." Emma's glare brings her sister out of her happy memories.

Routine is not a bad thing per se. Emma likes it that way. No surprises, she had given up on ever meeting Jolly's owner. Liam had said his brother was busy, and she had witnessed the locked studio door. What she doesn't know is that he has seen her once or twice.

Killian Jones has caught himself spying on the lovely dog walker a few times. While she hums to Jolly, she is completely unaware of his presence. He's still not sure if he should be insulted or not about that. However, he can't help but be entranced by her as much as Jolly is. He considers introducing himself a few times, but quickly decides right now is not the time to dwell. He needs to write one more hit song. His time in the studio is proving to be a waste of time.

He hasn't used a lyricist since Milah. They had worked so well together, and fallen in love. At least, he had. He was just a meal ticket for her. As soon as she got a better offer she left him behind. No amount of pleas on his behalf made her reconsider. She was gone. He didn't want to give another the same kind of power again, but he might have to. He was going to ask Liam to put out feelers, but the new lyricist had to be a man. That is the safest way- no temptation.

Emma opened the front door expecting to be greeted by her charge ready to go wagging his tail, but Jolly is not in sight. She started to panic, what if something happened to him? She tried to calm down, and strained her ears...for a second...then she heard faint whimpers. She hurried to find the source.

He could hear scattered barks and some whining. Bloody hell his head hurts. Jolly pressed his cold nose on his clavicle for a second and then the pressure is gone. Killian tried to open his eyes, all he could do is peek. He sees Jolly being pulled away by an angel. Sunshine engulfed the room as he realizes that he's sprawled out on the black leather sofa he had fallen asleep on after indulging in one too many rum glasses. He could faintly hear a soft voice call out for his dog. "Jolly, come on boy. Let your papa rest." The dog whimpered it's response, "I know, baby, we are running late for your walk. I'm sure you need to pee." Jolly finally relented and followed her to the door wagging his tail.

Emma and Jolly left the apartment. "Okay, Jolly let's see what you got buddy." She released the leash and Jolly trotted away to smell everything he could get his nose on but stayed close to her. He was very well trained. She had been surprised by how well he behaved. He must be very loved by his person. Hm. What an interesting way to meet your boss she thought. He looked slightly older than the posters her sister had, but she had to admit he was good looking. She could see some chest hair peeking out of his shirt. He must have taken a break from the studio because every time she picked up Jolly the door was closed with a light on meaning to not disturb. That light was always on. Her attention returned to Jolly. He was chasing a butterfly. She giggled because that dog was simply adorable. She feared she was getting too attached. What was going to happen when her services were no longer needed? After an hour or so Jolly got tired. He'd done his business enjoyed a treat or two. His head resting on her lap.

"Alright, let's take you home. Daddy should be ready for some love from you."

They return to Jolly's home and are greeted with a sour-faced man exiting the apartment.

Emma turned to Jolly who simply tilted his head. She opened the door and let Jolly enter. She was putting away Jolly's leash and filling his bowl with fresh water. She filled the watering pot and went to water the plants. She heard music coming from the living room. It was odd since usually, the place was quiet. It was a catchy melody. Without thinking she started singing softly…

It's like the sun came out

And the day is clear

My voice is just a whisper

A throat clearing made her turn her attention away from the plants to the source. There he stood, dark-haired with an unkempt scruff. A smile showing his teeth. Faded jeans with an old loved band t-shirt. He was scratching behind his ear.

"Hello, lass." with a crinkled smile, "I didn't mean to interrupt such a lovely performance."

Emma blushed, and gently put down the watering pot. "I'm sorry-"

"That was good. A lot better than that git my brother got. The best lyricist, my bloody arse."

"Oh, I didn't mean to overstep."

"You didn't. Listen to this and tell me what comes to mind, or you can sing it," he smiles as he picks up his guitar and starts playing.

She is still with closed eyes and she can't stop herself…

Louder than the screams you hear

It's like the sun came out

Emma pauses for a second to keep listening…

There's a ghost upon the moor tonight

Now it's in our house

She can feel his eyes on her but the music is still flowing through her…

Oh, today I'm just a drop of water and I'm running down a mountainside

Come tomorrow, I'll be in the ocean

I'll be rising with the morning tide

He is just staring at her, her words are perfect. "Lass, Where are my manners, we haven't been formally introduced, Killian Jones at your service." He bowed his head in an attempt to be charming.

She rolls her eyes, she guesses he has no idea she saw him earlier laid out on his couch drunk as a skunk, but she couldn't stop herself, "I know who you are."

"Ah, so you've heard of me. You haven't even told me your name." He smiles.

"I'm Emma, Jolly's walker."

He walks towards her and extends his hand for her to shake. As her hand lands on his, he pulls it to his lips and gently kisses it.

Emma's lashes flutter, and she slowly pulls her hand away from him. "Nice to meet you." She turns to leave.

"Emma, I have a proposition for you."

She pauses then turns to face him, "what kind of proposition?"

"Lass, I imagine you saw the idiot that left the apartment as you arrived?"

"Yes-"

"He was the lyricist my brother got for me. He is supposed to be the best but I beg to differ. He had no soul."

"I don't understand. What does that have to do with me?"

"Well, that verse was lovely, just perfect. I can't help but ask, have you done any writing?"

Emma looks around, "Hasn't everyone?"

"I would like for you to consider writing some lyrics for a song. I've never been very good with them myself."

"Yeah, I don't think so. I don't write lyrics."

"Lass, all I'm asking is for us to kick some ideas around."

"I'm sorry. I just can't." Emma bolts out of the apartment leaving a speechless Killian.

#Captain Swan #cs ff #cspupstravaganza #cs au #CS Crew #CS Mafia #cs ff au

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sgtsoldier · 6 years ago

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Come Back and Play

Summary: Freddie’s parties were magical. So magical that they ended up doing the impossible: making Y/N and Roger get along. Maybe too much.

A/N: I’m sorry this is kinda long. Let me know if you enjoyed this, considering it’s my first time ever writing here! Also, send in requests!

You were once again dragged by Mary to one of Freddie’s parties, not that you minded. You had done your fair amount of partying during your uni days, spending more time getting drunk than actually studying. In a way that’s what made your friendship with Mary flourish so much, she was the friend that dragged you to the library to study and in return you would force her to go out with you every Saturday night. She wasn’t the type to go crazy on night outs but she would definitely let loose with your antics and always have a good time. On a quite eventful night, you two found a pub that introduced the students to new bands. You soon became regulars, especially after befriending the charismatic members of Smile that would play at the pub every Saturday night. 5 years had passed since then and not much had changed - except the band’s name and their success.

You walked through the sweaty bodies dancing around the house, making your way to the bar where you saw Freddie.

“Darlings!” Freddie exclaimed as he embraced Mary. “I was worried you wouldn’t come!” he said giving you a kiss on the cheek, you could smell the alcohol on his breath.

“I’m sorry we were a bit late, this one couldn’t decide on what to wear.” said Mary pointing at you.

“Hey!” you objected with a laugh. She was right though, you always wanted to look good to Freddie’s parties, considering all the fashionable people attending.

“Trying to impress someone, Y/N?” you heard a smug voice say behind you.

You turned around rolling your eyes. “Roger.”

“Y/N” he grinned. “I don’t know why you still try to dress up if your clothes are going to end up on the bathroom floor anyways.”

“Oh, it begins.” Freddie laughed. Truth was, that was pretty much your friendship with Roger. He would tease and you would answer back, almost always winning the little duel you had going on. You wouldn’t mind the teasing though, it was all in good fun. It probably annoyed the boys more than it did you. John once said that Roger had finally met his match when you all started to hang out. And it was true.

“Well, at least I don’t have to get anyone drunk to want to have sex with me.” you smirked.

“Are you two on it again?” you heard Brian say as he approached with John next to him.

“Do we have to ground you two, kids?” John teased.

“You can’t lock Y/N and I in a room together, John. She wouldn’t be able to control herself.” Roger joked as you punched him on his chest.

“You know what I can’t resist? Shots. Mary, come.” you declared making your way to the bartender and ordering two shots of tequila.

Two shots of tequila quickly turned into five shots and three bottles of beer. You had befriended the bartender and he was more than keen to keep offering you drinks.

“Hey there, love.” you heard Roger’s voice say behind you, a bottle of vodka on his hands.

“How’s the night treating you?” you laughed.

“Not bad.” He turned his back to the bar and rested his arms on it, checking the people at the party. “See that blonde, 3 o’clock?” he said, making you turn around in curiosity. “Wanked me off in the bathroom 10 minutes ago.”

You choked on your drink with the unwanted information you just received. “Gosh, Roger.” you said in disgust.

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

“Yea! You were born!” you belted, punching him on the chest for the second time that night.

“Hey, kids.” said John as he approached the bar, ordering a beer. “What’s the topic this time?”

“Roger is a massive dick.” you answered without any hesitation.

“Well, I do have a massive dick. You just wished-”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Roger Meddows Taylor!”

“Why? Are you afraid to face the truth?”

“You two are insufferable!” John hissed making the both of you stop your antics. “Come with me.” he said making his way to the stairs, both you and Roger following along.

“What’s going on?” Roger questioned as the three of you climbed the stairs to the first floor.

“I need to talk to you two about something important.”

You and Roger looked at each other in confusion. “What is it?” you asked.

“Wait. Not here.” John said, making his way to the guest bedroom, entering after checking that no one was there. You and Roger both sat on the bed, confused with John’s serious expression.

“Mate, you’re making me worried, what’s going on?” Roger asked.

John stayed in silence, he sighed while he fumbled with the key on the door.

“Well...” he started, his serious expression quickly changing into a cheeky grin. “I’m officially grounding you, kids! Have fun being locked in here! I’ll be back in a few hours! Toodles!” he smirked, quickly locking the door behind him as he left, barely giving you two time to protest.

“Deaky! Come back in here right now!” you screamed, throwing punches at the door.

“What the fuck, John! I am so going to beat your ass when you let us out!” Roger protested with no answer in return. John had left to the party.

You and Roger looked at each other, your desperate looks quickly turning into a fit of laughter. You couldn’t believe John Deacon actually grounded you two.

“God...” you sighed, sitting on the bed. “I definitely didn’t expect my night to end with you and I locked in a room.”

“You know... that thought doesn’t bother me.” Roger said, making his way to the spot on the bed next to you. This time no hint of teasing was on his voice. Your stomach turned with his remark. You quickly ignored that feeling and a thought appeared on your head.

“You know what? I just had an idea!” you exclaimed.

Roger narrowed his eyes. “What?” he inquired, suspicion on his voice.

You grabbed his bottle of vodka and took a sip, flinching because of the burning. “Ok so... we have a bottle of vodka and time to kill. Let’s play a drinking game.”

“Y/N, are you trying to get into my pants?”

You laughed. “C’mon, it’s not like we have anything better to do in here.”

“Ok, I’ll bite. What’s the game?”

“Two truths and a lie. It’s simple, we make three statements about ourselves and the other has to guess which one is a lie, if they lose, they drink.”

Roger smirks, “This is going to be interesting. You’ll start.”

You laughed, now starting to think about every moment in your life. It took you a few minutes and a lot of groans from Roger for you to make a decision. “Ok! I got it!”

“Finally!”

“I’ve had sex in a trampoline, I cheated on my final uni exam and I’ve flirted my way out of a parking ticket.” you said with a smug expression.

Roger laughed, “That’s easy. You obviously cheated on your final uni exam, I know this because I was out partying with you the night before, you’re a pretty girl so of course you have flirted your way out of a parking ticket... I don’t think you’ve had sex in a trampoline.”

“Drink away, my friend! I did not cheat on my final uni exam. I’m just smart like that.” you smirked at him.

“No way! You fucked in a trampoline? Y/N, I have underestimated you.” he remarked as he took a sip from the bottle.

The game continued on, you found out that Roger learned to play the drums to impress a girl he had a crush on when he was 12, that he once dyed his hair green by mistake and that after his high school sweetheart left him for a uni student, he was never the same. The conversation growing more serious as you discussed that, never knowing this side of Roger as the only conversations you’ve had with him during the past years were the constant teasing you had going on.

“I just figured I was never enough to be in a relationship.” he sighed.

“Rog... but don’t you miss having that with someone?”

“I do... but I’ll end up having my heart broken again, I don’t want to go through that again. Or worse... cause that to someone. It’s just inevitable for someone to get hurt in a relationship.”

“Yes, it’s inevitable but so are feelings. You can’t control when you fall in love with someone, and it’s better to have something great than nothing at all.”

Roger looked up at you, an expression that you found hard to read on his face. “Where were we on the game?” he said after a few moments of silence.

You sighed. You wanted to help Roger but maybe he wasn’t in the mood for it. “It was your turn.”

“I am in a band called Queen...” he started, making you laugh. “I don’t like broccoli... and I’ve fancied the shit out of you for the past 5 years.”

You stared at him in disbelief. “The third one must be the lie.” you said breaking the silence after a few moments.

Roger looked down at the bottle and handed it to you. “Drink.”

“Roger...” you whispered. He ignored you, handing you the bottle again and you took it without drinking from it. “Roger...” you whispered again, your eyes not leaving his.

Roger lied on the bed, his body falling forcefully on it as he groaned. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have said anything. This was a stupid idea, I’m so sorry.”

You placed the bottle on the nightstand and lied next to him. “Hey... stop apologising. Is that true?”

Roger finally looked at you, “Yes. Of course it is. Gosh... I’m sorry... See? This is why I don’t like having feelings, always end up getting hurt.”

You rolled your eyes. “And here I thought Freddie was the dramatic one” you joked as you closed the gap between you, Roger breathed in sharply after noticing your lips were on his. His hands moved to your neck, pulling you into a tight embrace. The kiss was fast, desperate but most importantly, filled with love.

You pulled away, much to Roger’s disappointment. With a laugh you said, “I guess we have to misbehave more often so Deaky can ground us again.”

#roger taylor x reader #ben!roger x reader #queen x reader #ben hardy #fic

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