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knivesareout · 3 years ago

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take on the world - chapter four

Pairing: Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Summary: You never thought romance was in the cards for you until it takes you by surprise when Frankie rescues you one night in a bar. Through the ups and downs of a relationship will you face it all together?

A/N: I know, I know it’s been 2 months since I’ve updated but coming back to this fic and seeing all of the love it’s gotten made me very emotional so buckle in, we’re back! There’s protected p in v and some dirty talk in here.

Read on AO3 here.

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You wake up before your alarm because of course you do, paranoid that you’ll oversleep and you groan realizing it’s just past 5am and you still had 10 minutes to sleep.

There’s no point in waking Frankie yet, knowing he’ll just roll out of bed and get dressed before heading out but, you need a shower to wake you up so you slip out of bed carefully, moving his arm from around your middle and you tip-toe towards the bedroom and shut the door behind you, phone in one hand and your clothes for the day bundled in the other.

It’s a quick, in and out shower before you’re dressed and slathering on sunscreen in the bathroom with your phone softly playing ABBA, dancing around and trying to remember if you’d put your camera battery on the charger before you fell into bed last night.

Frankie’s reflection takes you by surprise when you look up in the mirror next, your heart hammering in your chest and you gasp when you turn to meet him, pushing lightly at his shoulder.

“It’s too fucking early for you to be sneaking up on me like that,” you pout, giggling immediately when he wraps his arms around you and buries his nose against your neck to blow a raspberry against your skin.

“I heard Dancing Queen and it was like I was being summoned,” he explains, moving around you to turn the volume up on your phone and the music fills the small bathroom.

You and Frankie dance around like maniacs, singing Dancing Queen to each other, his hands around your hips and moving you around with jerky movements that were overexaggerated and silly in the best way. You weren’t a morning person but if mornings were like this with him? It was something you wouldn’t mind waking up early for.

“I’ve gotta finish putting my stuff together,” you manage to get out, breathless from the dancing and Frankie lets you go, moving into the next song as you shut the bathroom door behind you.

Thankfully you’d managed to put your camera battery on the charger the night before and you pack up your bag: camera, batteries, and an extra lens, shoving a water bottle into the side pocket while Frankie throws on a pair of black cargo shorts and white t-shirt, lacing up his tennis shoes and you do the same.

“Think we’ll make the sunrise?” He asks as you head out, locking the door behind you and you check your watch, and then look up, pointing.

“Yeah, I think we’re okay. First peak is only 15 minutes from here.”

The morning is quiet, everything covered in a morning dew that’ll burn off under the sun in a few hours. The trail is easy enough to follow and Frankie is at your side, glancing at you every few minutes.

“Should’ve made some coffee before we left,” you tease him as he yawns for the 3rd time in the last minute.

“Wanted to make the sunrise.” He reaches out an arm to wrap around you, pulling you into his side and you relish the warmth being this close to him brings. The air is still chilly and you want to bury yourself against him, sliding your arms around his middle and squeezing.

You reach the first viewpoint just as the sun starts to rise and Frankie leans up against a tree to watch while you pull out your camera gear, making sure your settings are correct and start shooting, leaving your backpack next to him.

The haze that fills the mountains burns away as the sun comes up, exchanging the light blue tones for a deep orange and your memory card slowly starts to fill as you move around. It’s beautiful and one of the best sunrises you’ve seen and you don’t realize you’ve been standing there, staring, until Frankie comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you.

“It’s beautiful,” you tell him, your tone hushed.

Frankie hums low in your ear, “Yeah, you are.”

You can’t help the snort that escapes you and you knock your elbow in his gut softly. “Shut up.”

“Just being honest,” he tells you, voice filled with conviction and maybe, some day, you’ll believe him.

Once the sun is fully seated high up in the sky, you wander around and take a few more photos and turn to find Frankie who’s gazing across the mountain range, hip cocked.

You crouch and snap a few photos of him, the background backlit and you can’t wait to look through your camera just to see them in full depth. Frankie doesn’t catch on and you sidle up to his side once you’re done and knock your shoulder against his. “Next stop?” You ask.

The next stop is an hour's hike and you’re both struggling by the end, the incline worse than you remembered and you collapse against a boulder once you’re there, reaching for your water and gulping it down quickly then offering it to Frankie who finishes it off.

“Worth it?” He asks and you glance around, wiping at the sweat on your forehead.

“I mean,” you start to explain, pushing yourself off the boulder and shrugging. “You could fuck me out here and no one would know. And we’d have a good view.”

Frankie almost chokes and he beats at his chest, coughing. “Jesus fuck, baby you can’t just say that shit.”

“Too late. Also- I looked into jacuzzi fucking and it’s not advised. I’m sorry.” You pull your camera back out, leaving your bag and sit on the edge of the cliff, motioning him over. “Come sit with me, though.”

You can hear Frankie’s exasperated sigh behind you before he comes to sit next to you, your thighs pressed together. The view is incredible, the Smoky Mountains laid out below you and you shoot a few photos and turn your camera to Frankie who gives you a faux annoyed look.

“Do you have to?”

“I mean, I already have but just one more? Please?”

He nods and you scoot back far enough to get his profile, turning the camera and you click and then settle back into place.

“Show me how?” Frankie asks, nodding his head towards your camera and you shoot him a surprised look but nod.

You show him the basics, the way to change how much light comes into the camera and how to change the focus around the barrel of the lens. Frankie goes off and takes a few photos of his own, leaving you with just the view and the sounds of nature. It’s calming, and always has been, but you find you enjoy having Frankie with you more, his presence comforting in the best way.

Frankie comes back a few minutes later, calling your name and you turn to find him pointing the camera your way, the shutter going off and you flip him the finger, causing him to bark out a laugh.

“You’re a terrible model,” he tells you once he’s sat back down and hands you the camera.

“Yeah, well. We can’t all be handsome like you, stud.”

You flip the screen around, switching a few of the settings and pull him in closer. “Come on, just want a photo of us together real quick,” you explain and Frankie pulls a face before he smiles, big and cheesy and you do the same, clicking the shutter a few times and Frankie moves to kiss your cheek, your smile growing wider and you hope the photos turn out okay, wanting that moment saved forever.

Frankie’s stomach growling breaks the moment and you laugh, turning your camera off and shooting him a look. “You good?”

He gives you a sheepish smile and shrugs, “Maybe?”

“Let’s head back, I’m hungry too and then I think we’re due for a nap.”

The walk back starts out quiet, the nearby stream providing a calming white noise that lets you get lost in your own thoughts. Thoughts of that text from your sister you’d gotten yesterday to what you and Frankie were going to have for dinner. A small pinch to your arm breaks you from your musings and you grimace, “Sorry, was just thinking. Did you say something?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to talk about last night? I know you said you were fine but,” he trails off, giving you an out.

Oh. Well, might as well….

“My family wasn’t ever really close growing up? We never really did presents or holidays or vacations,” you start to explain, taking a deep breath before pushing on as you head down the trail. “And then my dad passed away when I was in high school and my mom remarried. Since my sister is younger, she was kind of babied and treated as the new guy’s own kid. I moved out, went to college out of state, but she stayed close by for college and I guess they took it as me abandoning them since I chose to leave? Or something, I’m not sure.”

“She’s not that much younger than you though. Five years, right?”

You nod, turning to catch Frankie’s gaze and you feel better, more confident in plowing on once you see him genuinely listening.

“Yeah, Kara turned 25 when I turned 30. Her birthday is the week after mine. Anyway,” you laugh, shaking your head. “She’s always been smarter than me, more outgoing, and athletic. You name it, she did it. Meanwhile I was just trying to get by, finish school and leave. Usually it’s the younger child that’s standing in the shadow of the older sibling but it was just reversed for us and she loved it. I guess I didn’t realize how much I resented all of it until she told me she was getting married last night and I know she wouldn’t have said anything to me to begin with if our mom hadn’t made her. It just feels like another thing that I’ve failed at. Poor me, living alone all the way across the country.”

You were out of breath by the time you finished, finally back at the first peak and you lean against a rock, hands on your knees to try and calm down. You’d never let yourself say these things out loud, knowing that once you did, it made them real issues you’d have to deal with.

Frankie crouches below you, taking your sweaty hand in his and squeezes. “You feel any better?”

You do, you really, really do and you nod, squeezing his hand back. “Yeah, thanks. I’ve uh- had that bottled up for too long I think,” you tell him, voice turning thick at how supportive, and just kind, Frankie is. You stand up, pulling him with you and you throw your arms around his neck into the grossest, sweatiest hug but you can’t help it and Frankie laughs, nudging his nose against your ear.

“I’m not great with advice,” he tells you, voice soft, “but I’ll always be an ear, if you need one.”

You just nod against his chest and hold on tightly to him, thanking whatever power that had sent Frankie to you.

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You two fall into bed after a snack and a quick shower when you get back, both exhausted from the hike and emotionally drained. You’d been out like a light the second your head hit the pillow and felt refreshed when you woke a couple hours later to find Frankie reading in bed beside you once you’d managed to crack your eyes open.

“You brought a book?” You croak out, clearing your throat and snuggling deeper into his chest.

Frankie dog ears the page and sets it on the nightstand before turning to you, running a finger down your back and nods, “Yeah, it’s just something random I picked up at the library by your place. I’ve been reading it when I have downtime at work or when I’m waiting on you.”

He pinches your ass and you squeal, shuffling away from his hands. “Mean,” you pout, sitting up and stretching before sliding out of bed and checking the time.

The day had already started to slowly slip away and you sigh, thinking over the few other things you wanted to make sure you two did.

“Jacuzzi?” You offer, thumbing at the waistband of your shorts and Frankie is quick to agree, sliding out of bed and moving down the stairs quickly, leaving you alone and blinking.

“Alright, I guess that answers that question,” you say to the empty room before heading down the stairs in Frankie’s wake, finding him turning on the jacuzzi on the back porch with enthusiasm.

He’s already shirtless, clad in just his cargo shorts, and the farmer's tan he’s starting to develop makes you laugh from the doorway, his gaze finding yours at the sound.

“You’re lucky I don’t have my camera with me because that tan is ridiculous and I feel like I need to remember it forever,” you tease him, poking at the clear space of skin where his t-shirt sleeve ended and the slight burn of his skin started.

“What I’m hearing is that we need to sunbathe nude together,” he tells you, slipping off his cargo shorts and stepping into the jacuzzi with a wiggle of his brows.

Neither of you were bothering with swimsuits, your underwear sufficing well enough and you slip your shorts and top off, leaving you in just your panties and you slip in beside him, the warm water soothing your aching muscles from the hike.

Frankie finds your feet in the water, pulling them into his lap and starts to massaging them under the water and you groan, tipping your head back against the edge. It felt good and you can already feel a slight warmth creeping between your legs and it wasn’t from the heat of the jacuzzi.

“I’m pretty close with my parents,” Frankie tells you and you crack an eye open, smiling at him to continue.

“They’re back in Florida, where I grew up, but yeah. I go down for holidays and whatever. I told my mom about you a couple weeks ago and now she won’t stop bugging me to bring you down,” he chuckles, shaking his head.

Frankie’s words make you feel fuzzy, lightheaded and you just nod with your eyes closed, trying to focus, “No siblings?”

He shakes his head, pressing his thumb into the arch of your foot and you can help the moan that slips through your lips at the feeling, mouth parted and panting.

“No, no siblings. Just me, though I’m sure my mother was disappointed she never got a little girl. I did a mix of things growing up- dance, baseball, theater. Then I enlisted at 17.”

Frankie’s hands slowly climb higher up your legs, massaging as he goes and he presses into your inner thighs, parting them.

“Frankie,” you whine, shifting in the water, “No jacuzzi sex.”

Your willpower is weak at best and you’re trying to hold on as his thumbs dig into the meat of your thighs close to your core.

His hands fall from your legs and you slip both eyes open to look at him, his face flushed and hair fuzzy from the humidity of the jacuzzi. You’re sure you look no better, paired with how frazzled you felt and you stand up, moving out of the water and hold your hand out for him. “Come on, you’re responsible for this now.”

You’re both dripping wet as you walk back into the cabin and you guide Frankie towards the couch, pushing him to sit. You kick off your underwear, leaving you bare as he sits there and just looks. It’s exhilarating, the way Frankie looks at you. Like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen and he’s lucky to even be near you.

Frankie palms at his cock through the boxers he’s wearing and groans, “Fuck, condoms are upstairs.”

You spot your purse that you’d left on the counter the night before and make a beeline for it, shifting a few things around until you grab the small box of condoms you’d packed away and return, tossing it on the couch next to Frankie.

His boxers are peeled away quickly and you sit on his naked thighs, hands finding his cock and gripping it carefully, sliding up the shaft. You pull back to spit into your palms, Frankie whispering a quiet, “Shit,” and you take him back in your grasp, your spit easing the way. He’s hard and pulsing in your hand, the fat head leaking and pink, and you swipe your thumb through the mess and bring it to your lips, licking it clean.

With your thumb still in your mouth, Frankie blinks up at you, his vision clearing from the haze and he sets his hands on your thighs that bracket his waist, squeezing tightly. His palms move up your soft tummy, up your ribcage and settle on your breasts, pinching your nipples and pulling you close enough so he can get his mouth on them.

It’s erotic, the way Frankie worships your breasts, hands holding them up so it’s easier access for his mouth to pull in the peak of your nipple. You’re soaking his lap with your slick, a string of wet dripping onto the soft, downy hair of his thighs and you cry out as he scrapes his teeth across your nipple, your hands finding purchase in his hair and tugging, but still asking for more.

“Need you, fuck. Frankie, I need you inside me,” you choke out, his mouth sucking what you know will be a big bruise into the inside of your left breast.

He pulls off, looking at you with his lust filled, dark eyes, and nods, hands finding the box of condoms and he makes quick work of the cardboard and wrapper, sheathing himself in the latex. You push yourself up on your knees just high enough to where Frankie can notch the head of his cock against your entrance and you cry in relief as he fills you, thick and throbbing, your walls contracting around him.

You settle yourself in his lap once he’s fully seated inside of you and just relish the feeling of being full. Frankie fills you so well, stretching you to just the right side of pleasure versus pain and you drop your forehead to rest against his shoulder, breathing slowly. His hands find purchase on your hips, gripping you tight and his thighs flex beneath you as he holds himself back from just fucking into you.

Frankie groans your name quietly, his nose nudging into your cheek to get you to look at him and you turn your head, eyes blinking. “You feel so fucking good around me baby,” he tells you, his tone dark and low, “Like you were made for my cock to fill you, fuck you.” He does then, shifting his hips and pulling you up and then down onto his cock in one quick movement that leaves you breathless.

The pace Frankie sets is steady, deep and you feel him hitting spots you didn’t know even existed. Your bodies are now covered in sweat instead of water and you feel Frankie’s hand cradle the side of your neck, automatically moving into his touch as he pulls you in for a kiss. It’s sloppy and full of missed lips as you ride him. At some point, his middle finger finds its way past your lips and you’re sucking on Frankie’s finger while swirling your hips on his cock and he mutters a quiet, “Fuck,” when you hollow out your cheeks and suck on the digit.

His finger is dripping with your saliva when he pulls it from your mouth and he sets that hand on your hip, the wetness cool on your overheated skin and you pick up the pace, ass bouncing against Frankie’s thighs as you move. It takes you by surprise when the spit slicked finger finds the crease of your ass and you have to tell yourself not to stop, less Frankie stop what he was doing because you wanted it. You wanted more. “Frankie, please. Touch me,” you whine, hands curving around his neck and you’re sure you look desperate, strung out, but you can’t find it in you to care.

There’s a slight pressure against your ass as your body tries to resist but Frankie works the tip in slowly, pumping his finger and your whole body sets aflame at the feeling. It’s perfect and just enough and you know you’ll want more but for now you can feel your body hurtling towards orgasm and you slide your right hand between your thighs and work quick circles into your clit, head thrown back and ass pressing deeper into Frankie’s finger in search of more, deeper, harder.

You cum with a cry, body locking up as you pulse around Frankie’s cock and he pumps in once, twice and groans, releasing into the condom as your pussy continues to clench around him.

It’s a soft come down, your pants filling the cabin and you wince as he slides his finger from your ass.

“You’re incredible,” Frankie laughs quietly, titling your chin to look up at him and you roll your eyes playfully, pinching him on the chest.

“Because I let you put a finger up my ass?” You tease and you can feel the rumble of his laughter beneath your palm, steady like his heartbeat.

“Now you’ve ruined the moment.” He deadpans and you giggle as he pats your hip, signalling for you to get up.

It’s a dance trying to move around so Frankie can dispose of the condom and you head upstairs and out of the way, changing and tossing a pair of sweats and a t-shirt into your arms to bring to him.

The rest of your night is spent eating the last of the snacks you’d packed, Ratatouille playing in the background, and editing and going through the photos from your hike. Frankie’s chin is settled on your shoulder as you go through them and point out how and why you edit them a certain way, and he hums quietly to show he’s listening.

“We should head to bed,” you yawn out, stretching and closing your laptop to sit on the coffee table.

“What about the photos of us? And the ones I took? Did they turn out okay?”

You nod quickly, pulling your laptop back into your lap and bring up the folder of photos you’d separated.

They’re actually not half bad, the photos Frankie had taken. He’d clearly played with the settings despite you having shown him what to do but it’s nothing a little editing wouldn’t fix and you go through them slowly, one by one, as he looks them over.

“I really like that light bit in the corner. Looks like a rainbow,” he points out and you turn to him and nod, agreeing.

“It’s actually a lens flare,” you explain, showing him a couple others that he’d taken that also had a lens flare.

“So cool.”

Finally, at the end of the collection are the ones you’d taken together. There’s just three of them and the first one is a little blurry but the other two are perfect and it makes your cheeks ache just looking at them.

Frankie’s face is pressed tightly to yours in the first one, both of your eyes bright and a little tired. You’re wearing matching grins and Frankie’s dimple is dug in deep in his right cheek as he hams it up.

The second is softer, a little bit more intimate, as Frankie’s lips press to your cheek and your eyes are closed as you’d remembered relishing in the feeling of them pressed to your skin.

“Can we print those out? And a few of the others?” He asks and you agree, exporting them into your “To print” folder.

“I’ll do it when we get back into the city,” you promise.

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The rest of the trip is spent relaxing and you actually feel recharged once you and Frankie head back into the city, singing along to a playlist he’d put together on your phone the night before.

It’s full of ABBA, Fleetwood and Elton John, Bruce Springsteen and Queen. You’d teased him after the first few songs, asking if he listened to any modern music and he had acted affronted and demanded you make him a playlist of what you deemed “hip and up-to-date”.

He pulls the car into the parking garage below your building and you both unpack everything, heading into the elevator back up to your apartment- hands full and bodies sore from sitting in for hours on the drive back.

“I feel weirdly exhausted but still refreshed?” You tell him, putting away your clothes into your hamper and he’s sprawled across your couch, hat hanging low over his face.

Frankie grunts in response, kicking his shoes off and you just laugh before finishing up the task and then moving across the living room to slot yourself against his side.

“Wanna just stay over? I don’t go in to work until noon for a half-day.”

Frankie moves his hat to the side slowly, peeking over the edge, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

It’s later than night when you’re both settled into your bed that you shift in Frankie’s hold and glance up, checking to see if he’s awake. His breathing hadn’t evened out yet and when you see him squint down at you on his chest, you give him a sheepish smile.

“Sorry, just wanted to see if you were awake,” you whisper.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just wanted to say thank you. For coming with me and dealing with that weird breakdown and everything else-” Frankie cuts you off with a quick press of his lips to yours and then shushes you, tightly gripping your hip.

“It’s not me dealing with anything. I want you to be able to tell me that kind of thing.”

It’s easier said than done and you tell Frankie as much, “I’ll try, though. And the same goes for you, okay?”

Frankie lets out a slow breath and nods, your heart telling you there’s something more there but sleep starts to tug at your conscious and Frankie just kisses your forehead and you barely manage a quick press to the spot on his jaw before a yawn slips past your lips.

“Sleep. I’ve got an alarm set so we can get breakfast before returning the car.”

You nod tiredly against his chest before sleep takes you, Frankie’s voice low in your ear.

Love you.

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spacechild-glitchypix · 4 years ago

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Goro Day Short

Just a little something short I wrote up for Goro Day. Hope you all enjoy!

Goro had slept in.

Goro didn't know how he'd managed to sleep in, he thought he'd practically forced his internal clock to start the day at 5am sharp each and every morning without fail and yet, here he was, waking at 8am, in bed and cosy. There was a warm patch beside him where someone was missing and Goro briefly registered the severe lack of his boyfriend who was both clearly awake and hadn't woken him this morning. Goro grumbled as he shifted to sit up but, as he was about to make his way out of bed, the door to his room gently opened to show his mildly dishevelled boyfriend carrying a tray of breakfast. Goro gave him a weird look as he watched Akira gently place the tray at his lap before climbing into bed beside him and softly kissing the side of his temple, very obviously trying to restrain himself from trying to go at the freckles Goro wasn't covering up.

"You didn't wake me up," Goro said before deciding to tuck into the breakfast left in his lap. H e wasn't about to waste good food, even if it was weird.

"It's your day off, I wanted to let you sleep in," Akira replied with a smile that was really much too sweet for who it was aimed at. Goro almost wanted to scowl at it but he stopped himself, reminding himself that Akira wouldn't stop smiling at him like he hung the moon, no matter how hard he tried to remind the other that he didn't deserve that smile.

"I still like being up early regardless," Goro huffed a little before eating another spoonful of rice.

"You sure? Because you don't seem as crabby as you are when you've woken up an hour before sunrise," Akira rested against Goro's shoulder as he teased. Goro shook his head as he took a sip of the coffee Akira had prepared. Just the right flavour, not too sweet but not too bitter. Of course it was perfect.

Goro sat in silence as he ate, listening to the sounds of the birds outside, of Akira breathing as he rested on his shoulder, of the peaceful woosh of cars passing on the road outside. It was peaceful. And, all at once, Goro felt himself relax.

A few hours later, he woke up again to an empty tray that lap in his lap, the sounds of the city outside, the clock on the wall telling him it was now 11am and his boyfriend's sleeping head, still on his shoulder. Goro settled.

He could relax for a little longer. He could relax for a little longer.

#persona 5 #persona 5 royal #shuake #akeshu #goro akechi #persona 5 protagonist #akira kurusu #ren amamiya #akechi goro #p5 #p5r #happy goro day everyone!

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dudethatscrazy · 4 years ago

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Do you remember when I told you I loved you?(spencer reid x reader)

He looks at you, nothing but adoration in his soft brown eyes. You’re just walking through the bullpen but he’s completely mesmerized. The way your hair flows when you’re walking, and the way your lips are slightly parted, the way you glance over at him with the most adorable smile makes his heart almost explode on the spot. Spencer drops his head just for a second to check the time, and when he looks up he no longer sees you. Pouting, he turns his attention to the stack of paperwork sitting on his desk, but it doesn’t take long for him to get distracted by the photograph of you and him on his desk. He can tell you every single detail of that day, and not just because of the eidetic memory.

“Spence let’s go!” He remembers how adamant you had been about going on this trip. But you wouldn’t tell him where it was to.

“Love, love, I’m coming, I am, just one more minute” He remembers how not excited he was to get up at 5am on a Saturday.

But he remembers that when he saw you standing in the doorway, he had forgotten how the sun hadn’t risen yet, because even at 5am on a Saturday, you still managed to look like the prettiest girl in the world. He remembers how you practically sprinted to the car, dragging him by the hand. He remembers freaking out over the fact that you barely had your eyes on the road. He remembers how you claimed he was “too distracting to drive with”

He remembers that when you got to your destination, it wasn’t nearly as beautiful as you. He remembers every single word exchanged between the two of you.

When he finally snaps out of his trance, he looks up to find none other than Morgan, sitting opposite him, waving his hand, undoubtedly trying to get Spencers attention.

“What’s going on in that head of yours pretty boy?”

“y/n”

Hearing your name, you turn from where you’re standing, catching Spencer’s gaze with your own. You wander over, coffee in hand, and place it right next to the photograph.

“Do you remember that day?” Spencer asks as he leans up to kiss your cheek.

“how could I ever forget it” you smile down at him.

You remember that day almost as well as Spencer. You remember getting up an hour before him to pack the car full of blankets and snacks. You remember how when you tried to wake him up, he put his arms around your torso and pulled you into him.

You remember how nervous he got while you were driving. You remember how his nose would scrunch up when you made a sharp turn, and how he’d let out that stupid lovely laugh when you sang along to the radio.

You remember that when you got there he wasn’t even watching the sunrise because his eyes were too focused on you. You remember how the sunlight hit his face, the perfect golden hour. You remember how he kissed you, over and over again. You remember how his hands would get tangled in your hair, and yours in his. You remember every single conversation you had with him that day.

“Did you know that when the sun is low on the horizon during sunrises and sunsets, the sunlight travels through more of the atmosphere. Shorter wavelength colors like blue and purple get scattered out. This leaves more of the longer wavelength colors like yellow, orange, and red. That’s why sunrises often take on such colors.”

“I love the sunrise”

“I love you”

You remember how scared he looked after he said it. Like he didn’t quite mean for it to slip out.

“wait well I just meant that I you know well I love sunrises too and I love and-” You remember how you kiss him. One of those kisses where you just get so lost in each other. You remember how he had one hand on your face, the other on your waist, and yours were tangled in his hair.

“I love you too”

That was six months ago. He’s had the ring burning a hole in his pocket since that morning...

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supraveng · 5 years ago

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Agent of Shield - Chapter 2

Summary: You are a relatively new agent at Shield, but not a field agent, apparently that is about to change when you meet the Avengers and they realize you are a valuable asset

Word count:2259

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

I wake up Sunday morning around 5am, I can’t remember the last time I slept for a full 8 hours like that, but I feel so refreshed that I hop right up and head to the kitchen. Checking my phone while my coffee brews, I see a text from my dad just before midnight last night.

Pops: Pumpkin, how was your day? I hadn’t heard from you, I’m sure you are staying busy. Hopefully made it to the shelter today and found yourself a new companion.

Y/N: Good morning Colonel! I was in bed much earlier than you apparently. I’ll call you after my run this morning, love you

I sit down sipping my coffee and grab a protein bar before heading back in my room to change to my favorite leggings and tank. I used to hate running, but after moving to NYC, watching the sunrise as I jog through Central Park makes my day so much better, I can’t imagine missing it even once. This morning I’m a bit earlier than usual and get a chance to take the longer route through the park. The sunrise is as beautiful as ever and adds a calming effect that I crave in this crazy world. I decide to treat myself this morning and swing by my favorite coffee shop while heading down Central Park West. As I step into the shop my phone rings and I answer without looking at the caller id. “Colonel, I told you I would call you when I got home, what’s making you so impatient this morning?”

I state with fake annoyance. “uh, Agent Miller?” I hear in response, ok, that’s definitely not my dad. “Yea, who is this? And how did you get this number?” I respond as I finally look at the caller id and see it’s a blocked number. With a soft chuckle they respond “this is Steve Rogers; Director Fury gave me your number. I didn’t intend on calling you this early, but we received some new communications late last night and hoping you are available to translate for us again.” Wow, he even sounds handsome, how is that possible. “Oh, hi, yes of course I can help. I’m on the upper west side right now, I can be at the tower in 15 minutes, but I just finished a run and I’m kind of disgusting.” Why did you just say that, you idiot? “That would be great, the quicker we can get this resolved, the better. Should we send a car for you?” he asks. “No, I’m good. I’m picking up coffee, do you need any?” Seriously? What is wrong with me? It’s like I hear his voice and turn into an imbecile. “No, but thank you for the offer, see you soon.” he replies before disconnecting the call. I grab my coffee and start heading toward mid-town when I look down and realize what I’m wearing, not only is the word Juicy across my ass, but my tank reads ‘I’m not a rapper, I just cuss a lot’. I laugh at how ridiculous I feel for being worried about what I’m wearing, I should be worried about the sweat that’s beginning to dry on my skin, bleh.

I arrive at the tower just as a security guard is unlocking the door for me. “Good morning” I chirp trying to sound as professional as possible while looking like a huge mess. “They are expecting you in the conference room on the 25th floor, use the first elevator on the left” he responds barely looking up, apparently, he’s not a morning person. “Thanks” I smile as I head toward the elevators. “Nice outfit” he smirks as I walk into the elevator. Well, this should be interesting. Walking down the hall I get an eerie flashback from yesterday’s recordings and try to calm myself to focus on the task and not get too overwhelmed. That worked for almost a full 5 minutes before you walk into the conference room to find Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson dressed in sweats and t-shirts. A girl could die happy here! Deep breath and don’t make an ass of yourself! “Good morning gentlemen, I’m glad you got the dress code memo” I say as I enter the room. “Glad you could make it on such short notice, Agent Miller, this is Sam Wilson. Sam, this is Agent Miller, she is helping us with our translating” Steve smiles as he introduces me. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Wilson, please call me Y/N.” “Well, you can call me Sam, and I’m glad none of us overdressed this morning.” he responds as you move closer to the conference room table. “Normally, I would have put a bit more effort into my appearance, but I was finishing my run through the park when you called.” I smile and try to calm my nerves. “It’s 645 in the morning and you were finishing your run?” he asks with a bit of shock. I nod my head and grab a pen and paper off the table. “Geez, your worst than Cap! Wait, what park are you running through in the middle of the night?” he asks with a raised eyebrow and has now caught the attention of Steve, who seems more interested in the conversation now. “Um, Central Park and it’s not the middle of the night, I didn’t get there until almost 530” you say nonchalantly. The are both now looking at you like you have 3 heads. “What? Growing up, I was the lazy one still in bed at 6am. And I like watching the sunrise, it’s a good way to start your day. So, you have another conversation to translate?” you add quickly trying to change the subject.

“Yes, we received a few early this morning, or I guess last night is a better time frame. Anyway, there are a few bits and pieces here and there. Hopefully they have more info for us, but anything we can get will help us at this point.” Steve responds. “Actually, how are your typing skills? There are about 15 different recordings so I was hoping you might be able to type them up as you translate.” he adds looking at you hopeful. “I think I’m around 90 wpm, so that shouldn’t be an issue” “Great, I’ll grab the laptop and you can get started” he claps Sam on the back as he heads out the door. Sam looks you over as if he’s trying to solve a riddle. “You ok?” I ask. “I’m assuming you came from a military family if 6am made you the lazy one, am I right?” he asks with a knowing smile. “Yes, my dad is a marine, and both of my brothers joined after college, one in the Navy and one in the Air Force” you smile realizing that Sam probably knows your dad and your brothers even if he hasn’t figured it out yet. Steve comes back in the room, walking up behind you with the laptop and you realize that he’s now probably read your ass and you are trying your best to not crawl under the table in embarrassment. “Ok, here is everything you should need. The files are in the desktop folder with today’s date. Thanks again for putting your life on hold to help us out.” Steve says as he sets the laptop down in front of you. You relax just from his kind words and smile at him, “it’s my pleasure, Steve”.

You begin working and do your best to not stare and drool over the gorgeous men in the room. Just as you are about to begin your next recording, the buildings AI FRIDAY alerts Steve of a call coming in for you. You look up confused and shrug your shoulders, no one knows you are here. Then you hear Director Fury’s voice loud and clear. “Sorry to interrupt the party going on over there, but Agent Miller? Would you like to explain why Colonel Miller is calling me at this hour on a Sunday morning?” he states sounding as irritated as ever. “That’s probably because he loves you and misses you.” You respond flatly. “Ok, that’s probably only part of the reason, I was supposed to call him when I was done with my run and I got sidetracked. Be a dear and cover for me?” you respond hoping that Nick is in a good mood and willing to help you out. Sam is looking at Steve utterly confused, to which Steve just shrugs and shakes his head, laughing at how you seem completely comfortable around Fury and not at all intimidated like everyone else in SHIELD. “How about you tell him yourself?” he responds before you hear a beep and your dad starting to talk. “Pumpkin, are you there?” You hang your head embarrassed even more than you thought was possible for one day and you’ve only been awake for a little over 2 hours at this point. “Hi dad, I’m so sorry I didn’t call you, but I’m at work right now and I will call you as soon as I’m done, I promise.” You begin bargaining knowing full well it will get you no where but hoping he will take mercy on you. “What are you having for breakfast?” he responds. Your shoulders slump knowing this is only going to get worst. Steve looks at you a little confused as to the question. Ok, I might as well get this over, if I don’t play along with his silly games then this is only going to become more humiliating. “I’m having pineapples covered in guacamole” you respond hoping Sam and Steve aren’t paying attention. You then look up and know they heard but the confused and disgusted expressions on their faces. “Alright, that’s good. Now explain yourself.” he responds, and you take a deep breath. “Dad, I was finishing my run and got called into work. I’m here now but have a bit more work to do, I promise I will call you the minute I’m done and headed home.” “Fine, I wasn’t expecting to see you at the Stark tower at this time of the morning and assumed your body was discarded in the dumpster, that would be the only reason .you hadn’t called and didn’t answer my calls.” “Old man, you are so dramatic” you say with a smirk “and I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” “Good, bye Pumpkin.”

The call disconnects and you look at Sam and Steve hoping that you can get back to translating but knowing by the looks on their faces they have a lot of questions. “What the hell was that?” Sam asks trying to understand the conversation you just had with your dad. “That was my dad, he’s a bit overprotective and paranoid” you respond hoping that would explain enough. “Wait, your dad is Colonel Miller, as in Colonel Joseph Miller?” he asks. You nod and smile, you love your dad, but he had a reputation of being a big mean Marine, which he could be if he wanted to, but he never was with you, he was a giant teddy bear that worried about you more than necessary. “And your breakfast choice?” Steve asked, still quite confused by what just happened. “Oh, that” I respond “when we were younger, my dad started this thing so that we could relay to him if we were in danger or kidnapped. He asks about what we are eating and the most ridiculous or gross thing you answer means you are fine. If I had answered pancakes, then he would know that I’m in danger, if I add eggs, then I’ve been injured. If I add bacon it’s by someone I know, it’s crazy, and has only been used in innocent situations like today, but like I said he’s paranoid and overprotective” I shrug and smile at the guys. It’s one of the things that made you love your dad, a thousand miles away and still making sure you are protected no matter what. Steve looks at you with his brow furrowed “that’s kind of genius.” I nod “yea, he’s good like that” I respond. “Wait, if he’s your dad, then Joshua and Jacob are your brothers?” Sam asks like he just figured everything out. I nod and smile “Yes, they are, and I apologize for anything they did that got you in trouble, that’s kind of their specialty.” “Are you kidding? Jacob was my saving grace in the Air Force, he is a bad ass and one of the best airmen I’ve ever known!” Sam explains with a huge smile on his face. “Well, I’m glad, he would like to here that, he was medically discharged a few years ago after breaking his shoulder and it not healing as quickly as it should have. He actually just started working with the Secret Service and finally feeling like himself again.” I tell him. “Wow, that’s incredible. I would love to catch up with him. What about Josh? Is he still sailing?” he asks. “Yes, he’s on the west coast, San Diego or maybe Seattle. I’m not sure, he moves around a lot.” I respond. “Well, now that we are all caught up, Sam, can you check the data that just came in? Hopefully, we can get through this info and still enjoy the rest of our day” Steve says thoughtfully as he looks between you and Sam. “Of course” I respond and go back to the recordings.

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a-wanderin-whirlybird · 5 years ago

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A Day in the Life: Mornings

A Family Mob AU fic.

The day began at 4am that morning, with Michael blinking into the dim light of a waking Los Santos. He didn't even need to move from bed to know that someone was already up. Michael sighed.

Gavin glared out the window, his eyes trained on the newly rented apartment across the street. Green light smeared on the glass, pouring from Gavin's eyes and the thin membrane on his back fluttered irritably.

"Yo Gav what the fuck, Go to sleep." A high pitched unearthly shriek ripped through the penthouse as a ghostly version of Michael floated in front of Gavin. He turned around to see Michael walking over with a sleepy sour look.

It was too early for any kind of grooming. Michael had left his spines out, poking through his specially made pjs they were usually hidden under his heavy leather jacket. Gavin could even see the third eye, its lashes twitching as Michael worked to keep it closed at this early hour.

"Christ Micool not this early!" Gavin hissed, his eyes torn away from the window. Michael rolled his eyes, all three, and scoffed.

"Yeah but you haven't slept again." Michael hissed and Gavin pouted.

"They didn't either! I don't trust it." Gavin turned back to the window, eyes trained back on the faint light peeking through the curtains across the street.

"You heard Matt, they're students. Of fucking course they dont sleep." Michael said grabbing Gavin by the shoulders. Gavin squawked as Michael lifted him up and began to walk away.

"But I gotta keep watch Micool."

"Well I'm up now you can get some sleep and I'll watch." Gavin grumbled as Michael slipped him down on his own bed and fell asleep instantly. His membrane wrapped around him, covering the Brit in a cocoon of glittering gold.

Michael quietly left the room and moved out to the living room to wait out the rest of the night.

By 6 Ryan, Geoff and Fiona were up and with Michael. Geoff had floated in around 430 with a yawn and a light whine. Geoff was rarely able to make full words before 5 am so no one who saw him before then expected any.

Ryan and Fiona came in next one after the other at 5am. Ryan teleported in right to the fridge to grab a diet coke. Meanwhile Fiona shuffled in leaving a small trail of sea water behind her as she went straight for the coffee maker. Together the four crew members all silently sat together as the rose rose.

By 501 Geoff was talking.

"Gavin was up?" He asked.

"Yeah, dumbass was staring down the new neighbors again. They need to get some fucking sleep." Michael confirmed. There was a swish and a heavy bat riddled with glowing green nails thumped on the coffee table.

"Fiona and I could put them to sleep." Ryan offered as Fiona chugged another cup of coffee and twirled the bat.

"Not yet you two. It's too fucking early for that." Geoff groaned running a pale tattooed hand down his face.

"It's never too early for a bit of a scare." Ryan joked with a small smile. His purple eye glowed and moved separately of his other more human eye. It almost looked hungry as it turned towards the window. Michael growled as he shoved Ryan who laughed as he crashed lightly into Fiona.

"More like a murder!" Michael shouted. Fiona gurgled angrily as she reached over Ryan and shoved Michael. Geoff closed his eyes and sighed, not that anyone could tell with how much he squinted.

"Alright you three stop that. You'll wake the whole city." Geoff scolded them.

"Or just us." Jack said, padding in with Matt and Lindsay at his heels. Mat grumbled, his little wings fluttering as he rose into the air and shot off to the coffee maker. Fiona yelped, clutching her coffee and shielding it from Matt's dash. Lindsay yawned and shook yellow dust from her hair as it sprang to life and cackled with heat turning a soft orange.

"Sorry guys." Ryan apologized sheepishly, sipping from a cube of diet coke, as Lindsay flopped down across the four others on the couch. There was a resounding oof from the others as Jack shook their head black, green mossy scales shining in the sunrise.

"Jeremy, Alfredo and Gav still asleep?" Jack asked shuffling over to the open loveseat as Matt hovered with a cup of coffee nearby.

"Jeremy and Alfredo still, Gav just fell asleep." Geoff explained as Jack groaned.

"Again? Do we need to sleep on him again?" Jack asked as Fiona snorted.

"He'd love that." Fiona said wiggling her eyebrows and Lindsay snorted.

"We could make sure someone is in the position to make him feel loved." Lindsay joked. "I'm sure Michael wouldn't mind."

Michael went to reply but Geoff interrupted.

"Alright assholes leave it. I doubt blowing the guy would help much. It's the students across the street. They aren't sleeping." Geoff explained Jack nodded.

"Right. Bastard cant sleep if someone is awake nearby." Matt said, moving back to the kitchen and grabbing a bag of chips.

"Its 6 am and you're grabbing doritos?" Fiona asked.

"Fuck off at least I'm eating." Matt said around a mouthful of doritos.

"Its finals week right? They should sleep regularly soon I doubt we have to worry." Ryan pointed out, his purple eye swirling around. Fiona winced as it sped over her.

"Ryan for fucks sake I feel like you're eye is going to eat something." Fiona said shoving a pillow in Ryan's face. "Get an eye patch."

"Stop staring at it Fiona!" Ryan said, covering his eyes with his hands and flinging his cube of Diet coke across the room.

"Oh for fucks sake. Kids lay off it's too early." Jack scolded and Michael had enough and shoved Lindsay onto the floor. "Let's get some food."

By 8am breakfast was made and the smell lured Jeremy from his room and into the kitchen.

"Well look whose here. Morning sleeping beauty." Michael teased as he stepped in front of the shorter man. Jeremy stopped in front of Michael who held up a cup of coffee. Silently the half awake man opened his mouth, revealing rows of black sharp teeth. Michael silently poured the semi warm liquid down Jeremy's throat until the cup was empty.

As you do.

"Hey get over here and eat before it gets too cold." Ryan insisted beckoning Jeremy over. Jeremy sat down, his black skeletal hands hovering over the table but not touching. Ryan smirked the eye patch he was wearing was bright green with a little daisy on it that shone in the sunlight. "Open up and players line up to take a shot."

Jeremy opened his mouth and, as most mornings the others all lined up and started throwing food at Jeremy. It had become a tradition, rather than either waiting for Jeremy to wake up or letting him rot the food the moment he touched it, the others started tossing his breakfast at him to catch. It worked, and made for a great game every morning.

After several shots of bacon from Jack and one very messy egg from Lindsay, Geoff lined up some potatoes and sent the spuds flying towards Jeremy. Only for the spuds to splat on Jeremy's face.

"Fuck! It's in my eyes! Geoff the fuck?!" Jeremy shouted as the potatoes began to turn black and disintegrate. Geoff roared with laughter, his laughter pitching up into a high whistling wheeze and a little puff of smoke escaped from his mouth. Jeremy sneered as he scooped up Ryan's eggs, earning and indignant "Hey!" From Rayn, and hurled them at Geoff.

There was a satisfying splat as the eggs collided with Geoff's face. And from there breakfast devolved.

Alfredo entered the kitchen all his arms stretching and eight eyes blinking at the sunlight then blinking away bacon grease as a plate of bacon slapped him in the face. Alfredo sighed, swiping the bacon from his face and stuffing it into his mouth.

Welp. When in rome.

By 10am the food fight has ended, the kitchen cleaned up and the Crew has begun to move on to business. Those who could fly did, taking to the air of the penthouse to leave room closer to the floor for others.

Fiona was down in the private gym with Alfredo, the Drowned and Cave Spider sparred and talked crowd control for the up coming heist.

Ryan and Jeremy were in the armory with michael running inventory and cleaning weapons. The Enderman, Wither and Guardian chatting calmly about possible explosives and points of entry.

Lindsay, Geoff and Jack were in the command center, running through Plans and blueprints. The Blaze, Ghast and Creeper chose targets and contingency plans.

Gavin finally woke up by noon. The Phantom stretched his Membrane and yawned, joining the planning team by 1230. The day would continue from there, plans would be laid and prep work would be finished.but the morning would gave already slipped by in a nice haze of well earned laziness.

#Family Mob AU #FAHC #Fic

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anthelid-day · 5 years ago

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A holiday and birthday I’ll never forget.

We went to the coast to visit family despite warnings that we should reconsider our travel plans. There was a free highway with no fires in the area and, as it was Christmas and our families were on the coast, we found our way down the alternative and long route, meeting friends in Cooma along the way. The usual route was closed due to bushfires.

Christmas was a success and we were all having a great time! There was some smoke from the bushfires up north so we stayed inside but anticipated clearer weather to take the kids swimming for new year.

The night before New Year’s Eve, we noticed an orange glow in the sky and smoke. The RFS app showed a fire had started at Badja outside of Numeralla. It looked so far away at the time. We went to bed with the thought of swimming the next day. My birthday was on New Years Day. After we’d go for a swim we’d bake the cake and prepare the food and board games and get ready to do the tradition we do every year. We were to go outside, watch the new year end and the new year begin, start my birthday cheers and a dark male is to walk through the house before we re-enter. So when we went to bed, we imagined that that was going to be our New Years Eve.

The fire looked so far away.

I woke up at about 5am or 5:30am and looked at my phone. The RSF app told everyone in Cobargo and Coolagolite to evacuate towards Bermagui. We had my mums partner in Coolagolite and so I immediately called them to wake them and told them to get out of there. They raced right over to ours. I went to wake my mum to let her know what was happening. Just then a knock was heard on the door. I go outside to find a woman with a hose, she’s frantically waking everyone. “Cobargo is on fire right now. People are coming here. We might have to run next. We just need to wake everyone up.” I looked up to the sky and there was nothing but darkness with a deep, red glow. Burnt leaves and ash fell from its darkness. I open my RFS app to look and the fire had actually grown so much in a few short hours, it was practically at our doorstep.

A new notification comes in at that moment instructing Bermagui to evacuate to the beach. The Surf Life Saving Club was the evacuation centre so we decide to make our way there. We pack up the car and wake the kids. We tell our oldest that we are off to watch a sunrise and that worked well because skies are also shades of red and orange during a sunrise. We didn’t want to freak her out yet. Our son is a baby so his only concern was his bottle. We’d eventually have to tell our daughter the truth when the daylight doesn’t come after the sunrise but for now we had to get them out as calmly as possible.

The streets were lined with cars and people. Emergency vehicles passed by us occasionally. “Look at all the people here to view the last sunrise of the year!” I said. “Why are there nee-naws, mummy?” “Well even emergency services enjoy a sunrise!” I countered. She seemed happy with that answer.

We’d also come to the coast with our guinea pigs as we had no one to babysit them in Canberra at the time. So we were carrying a baby, our bags with the things we needed, a tired toddler, the toys she wanted to bring to view the sunrise with, blankets to keep warm (we had learned that it can actually get very cold when the smoke is so thick it blocks out the sun and it’s warmth like it’s midnight), food for the kids and a giant carry-cage with three guinea pigs. We checked ourselves in with the volunteers and then collapsed on some grass outside, still maintaining that we were “watching the sunrise”. When I told her the truth later, she calmly asked her questions and then went off to play with her new Barbie Ambulance. She dreams of being a doctor one day and the thing folds out into a doctors office. It’s a real hit.

Sitting on the lawn and trying to feed a baby who was suddenly aware that he was in a loud space, he cried while my daughter tried to calm him and my husband and I silently fretted, wondering if other family members were safe. My husbands grandparents live near Batemans Bay and the fires were escalating there. My mother sat in the grass with her partner at another location convinced things would be fine while I’d occasionally yelled at her via text to get up to the SLSC to check in. I just wanted to be sure that everyone could be accounted for. She’d tell me not to worry and we’d see each other later. It had begun to rain lots of ash and leaves so we took the kids, the guinea pigs and all of our stuff inside.

Finding and collapsing on a miraculously free couch inside the centre, my husband settles the kids while I go out to get some space. Crowds in these situations make me feel like I’m in a small space and I had to step out periodically to calm down. On one of my excursions out I took a video of the evacuation that’s blowing up on my TikTok and some photos that ended up being in a news article later that morning. People on TikTok who had family in the area wanted to know the situation and I’d spend the rest of the day informing them of what was going on. There’s something about being on the scene and letting people know the situation that makes me feel like I should have possibly been a reporter. So begins a moment of existential crisis before I notice I’ve got ash and burnt leaves in my hair and I head back in.

We remained at the centre until mid afternoon when we were told that those with residences and accommodation within the town were cleared to go home. We were relieved! So on New Years Eve, mid afternoon, we went home, settled the baby down for a nap and started planning the next day. The baking we could do while we wait this thing out. I plugged my phone in to charge and the power went out moments later. Baking was suddenly off the table.

The fires had knocked out the electricity. But we still had reception. I sat in the car to charge my phone there and was responding to comments to let people know the situation. The sky turned this incredibly dark red and then went black. It was about 5:15pm and we lost reception. That meant no internet as well. I go back into the house. “We have no power and no communications. We have no way to let those worrying about us in the outside world know that we are okay and we can’t check on those who we are worried about in Batemans Bay.” I said. The word at the time was that they may not be able to restore power until the weekend but they actually couldn’t for an entire week.

On top of that, the petrol stations were all closed and our tank didn’t have enough to get to a town an hour away that had no guarantee of petrol. The radio repeatedly told people to leave despite no guarantee of petrol and that wasn’t realistic for us. We were to stay put until the petrol stations open and do our best.

We sat in darkness with some torches, playing scrabble, watching the world outside get darker. The quiet was very unusual. There were no birds singing, no crickets or frogs and the town was closed off. No one could travel so there were no cars. There was nothing. Just silence with an apocalyptic view. When the smoke accumulated enough to create its own thunder storm, it felt like we were dropped right in the radioactive badlands of Fallout 4 with a more reddish hue. The blue skies and turquoise waters we paddleboarded on were a distant memory all of a sudden. It was freezing. Of course, I only packed summer clothes.

New Years Day arrived and my family was trying to celebrate my birthday the best we could but with such wide windows built for a view, the apocalyptic view outside and the reminder that a fire was by our doorstep drowned any feeling of joy. We were scared. I kept thinking about a week earlier, looking at the map and seeing nothing of concern and racing down to see our families. How could we stay away from our families for Christmas? But here we were a week later. There was a road briefly open to Tathra and it was nose-to-nose for hours. Cars slowly lined the main road as frightened tourists and residents fled with their things. Destination - Bega, Cooma, Canberra. And we stayed and watched with our nearly empty tank. “You wouldn’t want to be in that with a baby.” Mum said. She was right.

Our baby is bottle fed and so we’d make the trips up to the SLSC to get boiled water to make bottles with and for some coffee. I found a spot of reception and quickly let my friends know we were okay via Facebook before it dropped out again. They had been worried. Without communication, no one knew the full extent of the situation. Night time was hard because the baby wakes and the bottles had to be heated with whatever hot water was left in the hot water system and it barely warmed a bottle. We couldn’t shower or only jumped in for 30 seconds so we could save the hot water.

Without power we couldn’t cook and our fridge wasn’t going to refrigerate anything. We kept cool some milk the best we could and stocked up on canned goods. We ate baby corn and sardines, fruit and anything else we could get from the supermarket. The supermarket remained open with shelves that were emptying fast. It reminded me of abandoned supermarkets in Fallout. A lot of Fallout happening, I thought to myself. The staff worked while not knowing if their houses were still there. In a neighbouring town they had to close the supermarket as people began walking off with trolleys full of stuff and looting upon hearing that there was a problem with transaction processes. “People have got to eat” a friend later would say. People were trapped and scared with limited food to give their families. Things were bound to take a turn. Some days later the supermarket in Bermagui would be closed due to being understaffed as people fled or staff defending their homes. Thankfully the SLSC has donated food to give out.

The day after New Year we were all on edge. The smoke stayed thick, the kids were scared, the toddler hated being stuck inside and the baby was scared from the smell of smoke. Our throats and eyes hurt. Coffee was limited. My husband and I went to get some hot water when a neighbour said there’s a line at a petrol station. As we went past we saw the tanker. Oh my gosh there’s a tanker!! We got some hot water, I passed a bird in a cage, dropped the hot water off at home and raced to the line.

We were around the 100th car in line. My husband waited in the car while I went up to grab us coffee while we waited. I passed by the bird again. It had a note that it belonged to a Cobargo resident and the person who had dropped it off couldn’t find the owner and couldn’t fit it in her car so begged that someone feed it and give it water at the centre. It sat there with it’s cover and a box of its food, tweeting at anyone who passed it. I took the coffee back to the car and raced up to the centre a final time. I was going to evacuate with that bird. The volunteers didn’t really know how to look after it and, with everything going on, couldn’t have the time to give it what it needed.

A news station had found its way into Bermagui to show the line to the petrol station in their segment and had reported that the petrol was free. People began getting news that they had free petrol as those who overheard the report started to tell the line of cars. It wasn’t free though, and you had to pay in cash. Thankfully we did have cash on us, a rare thing for us. We wondered about those who had none, what they’d do if they were told they had free fuel only to find that they had to pay - and had no cash on them. I later corrected the news channel on my Twitter, disgusted at the irresponsible reporting.

It took 3 hours to get fuel while we waited for the generator to work at the station, then raced home to grab the kids, who mum was watching. There was a window of opportunity to escape and we were taking it. Mum took the opportunity too. She grabbed petrol before the pumps ran out and then fled to my brothers place in Bega. She’d stay there several days until she was allowed to go home.

Our drive home was slow. There were jams at several points and the smoke was so thick we had to close the aircon entirely. We watched as small fires still burnt so actively under trees and people cried outside the smouldering rubble that used to be their home. Animals sat in paddocks with burnt legs and we knew they’d likely be shot later. A lone alpaca sat on blackened paddocks and I hoped it wasn’t burnt, it’s fluffy face looking on to the distance as if it already knew its fate. Our baby cried for his bottle but they went cold in the traffic jams. There was nowhere to heat it until we met up with our friends in Cooma, the ones we met on the way down a week earlier. We fell through their doors looking worse for wear as they made us coffee and gifted us shortbread. We fed the kids and stretched our legs. We got home after 9 hours. My husbands family didn’t want us to worry and filled our shelves and cupboards with food and turned the aircon on to give the house clean air. We sat on our bed in an unchaotic house and wondered if we really did just go through all of that.

Mum was able to go home this past Wednesday and they switched the power back on. Mum was glad the place wasn’t looted as there were looters in the area. The fires brought out the best and the worst in people. While we were raising money and donating, others looted the cars of those who had already lost everything. When in Bega my mum, at one point, hid under a bridge with my brother for hours while it rained live embers. An old colleague of my brothers took them in until they could go back to my brothers place.

When we got back home to Canberra, I started the search for the birds owner and found her after a big community effort. She had gone to Melbourne for Christmas to see her daughter and her neighbour looked after the bird. The owner had lost everything. Her house and all her belongings and important documents. It would take a while to get back on her feet and so I’m watching her bird for her while she does so. I felt so sad to hear that she lost everything. What we went through was so small in comparison. We had a home to run away to and my mum got to go home to her house. But this bird and his owner have lost everything but each other and their dog. The bird gets along with our guinea pigs. They all chirp together while sitting inside waiting for the smoke in Canberra to die down. It’s really very cute.

It’s been very emotional. I have been crying at odd moments. We’ve seen a lot. This past week my husband and I have been struggling with how everything was supposed to be normal again. He’d go to work and I’d look after the kids and do my hobbies except it’s smokey outside and we have P2 masks on whenever we went out and the house is taped up to keep smoke out.

We are still processing a lot but I think typing it here helps in that process. Thank you if you read all of this. I will be resuming the bug photography soon. There’s no real conclusion yet and that’s because the fires rage on. There won’t be a real conclusion for a while yet. I guarantee it’ll remain devastating. We’ve lost lives and wildlife. We’ve lost treasured places and homes. Pets die from respiratory distress from being left outside. Stock are being put down from being injured in the fires. So we all cry from time to time while trying to do our best daily.

Much love,

Anthelid-Day

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isthisthingeven0n · 6 years ago

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goodnight n go : j.w

brief summary: loosely based on goodnight n go by ariana grande. you and jeff are friends with benefits, but you’re too afraid to allow it to become something more.

this has it all I’m telling you. there’s fluff, there’s angst and I think it might be one of my longest pieces (3.2k holy shit) to date. (yup, it is definitely a rollercoaster) sorry for my absence recently, I haven’t exactly felt inspired by a lot, but this was an idea that just popped in my head as I listened to the lyrics of Ariana's song.

* masterlist *

Opening my eyes I glance over, holding in a sigh as I slowly lift his arm to release myself from his hold. I begin my usual routine; quickly change into my clothes, pick up my keys from the kitchen and leave before sunrise. I’ll wake up in my own bed and start the day on my own in my own place.

A small groan sounds as I slip my jeans on and turn to see him peaking his left eye open before the groan gets louder. “Can’t you just stay?” He mumbles as he lifts his arm up, exposing more of his muscular chest.

Forcing my eyes away I shake my head as I throw my top on, “You know I can’t.” I respond as I tie my shoes up before huffing loudly. “Maybe some other time.” I mutter the last part, the same thing I say nearly every single time.

Behind me, I can hear him moving and he is now kneeling on the edge of his bed in only his boxers. I look directly into his deep brown eyes, knowing how easy it is to be enticed, drawn back in and never leave them. “Why’d you always do this?” His words come out harsher than he clearly intended based on the way he’s biting his bottom lip between his teeth. “I’m sorry, I,”

“Don’t be.” I cut him off as I grab my jacket and phone. “There’s nothing to be sorry about.”

Without saying another word I walk out of his room. I grab my keys and walk out of his place straight to my car.

As I drive back I glance down seeing it’s only 5am. I still have less than an hour until sunrise, I could start my day now. But that defeats the purpose of leaving. If I wanted to start my day at his I guess I could, but I don’t want to complicate it all.

Walking into my own apartment I unchange as quickly as I did when I walked into his place. Except now it’s less heated, more exhausted.

A loud yawn escapes my lips as I flop myself into my perfectly made bed, allowing myself to treasure an extra hour before my day restarts the way it should.

Sitting on the sofa in between Jeff and Zane I lean into Jeff naturally at this point and his arm relaxes around me. It’s something I barely even think about, but the look Carly is giving me says it all.

“Okay, I’ve booked tickets for us all to go to Vegas.” David walks in with his camera, panning around the room as we all look up from our phones with confused expressions identical to one another.

“Why?” Jeff asks and I chuckle quietly.

David huffs loudly, “I want to win a bet I placed with Jason, and I need vlog content.”

We all exchange looks before nodding. “I mean, a free trip to Vegas sounds good to me.” I comment and a few others make similar comments in agreement.

“Guess that’s settled, we fly out tomorrow morning.” David cheers and I sit upright from leaning on Jeff.

This is the first time we’ve both been away somewhere together. I glance up at him, seeing his eyes already on me. “Wonder where we’re staying.” He leans down, muttering in my ears.

Refusing to give in I merely shrug my shoulders. “Who knows, but two nights in Vegas does sound like fun.” I nudge him lightly and he smirks down to me before I zone back in on the groups' conversation whilst Jeff keeps his arm resting on my waist, pulling me closer into him.

Unable to stop my leg from fidgeting on the flight I feel someone rest their hand on my thigh and as I look up I let out a sigh of relief. “Thank god it’s you.” I chuckle as he smiles softly.

“Anxious flyer?” He asks and I quickly nod. “I never knew that about you.”

I glance up at him, averting my eyes from the view outside as we begin to take off. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Jeff.” I mutter as I feel myself gripping onto his hand tightly as we are forced back into our chairs during take off.

“I’ve got you.” He whispers as the plane levels in the sky and Jeff motions for me to look outside. “Almost as beautiful as you out there.” He comments and I turn away from him, my fingers slipping out of his as I see the perfect clouds as rays of sunlight cut through them.

I refuse to turn back and look at him, let him get away with saying such a comment. I know deep down it’s all a bit of fun, that whatever we are doing doesn’t mean anything, not really.

I’ll never allow myself to become that girl to him, the one who got too comfortable. I’ve known that girl, been her friend, held her hand during the heartbreak she never intended to have. I can’t be her, I won’t let myself.

Giggling loudly I lean on Zane as we both stumble back towards our hotel rooms as David and the others stand behind us, laughing at the sight of us both completely wasted.

“Why’re you filming me? He’s the drunk one I’m helping.” I slur my words as I let go of Zane for a split second, only to feel his entire weight pressing me to the ground. “Ow.” I mumble as I look up to see Jeff and Todd lifting Zane off of me.

Jeff lifts me up, “I’ll take you back to your room.” He smiles as I stand on my own feet, slowly walking towards my room. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this drunk.” He laughs to himself as he unlocks my door for me. “Here,” He walks past me as I collapse on my bed, feeling uneasy as he passes me a bottle of water. “drink this, rest up.”

I smile up to him sleepily, my eyes becoming heavy before I can put together a sentence. “Night Jeff.” I mumble as I feel my head hit the pillow.

The last thing I can feel is his lips on my forehead as he brushes my hair out of my face.

As I join everyone I can tell their all watching me carefully as I beeline straight to the coffee. “Morning sleeping beauty.” David sings and I immediately shush him.

“You do not get to talk this morning.” I tell him forcefully tell him as I pour my coffee and pick up a few pancakes before joining everyone.

Sitting next to Carly I rest my head on her shoulder as she pats my face. “Baby have a lil too much to drunk huh?” She laughs quietly whilst I nod before forcing myself upright as I look around, surprised not seeing him sat here.

“Where’s Jeff?” I ask as I pick up a piece of pancake and begin to chew it whilst I see everyone glancing back and forth. “What?” I mumble with pancake in my mouth.

“He’s with some girl.” Todd grumbles as he picks up his toast and I simply nod.

For the rest of breakfast, I sit in silence as I make my way through my pancakes, trying my hardest for them to not make a reappearance. “We’re going to head to the pool, fancy coming?” Carly asks me and I shake my head.

“I’m probably going to sleep this hangover off a bit more, but I’ll join you later?” Carly smiles before heading off with Erin and Kristen whilst I sit with the guys still not saying anything.

The silence is almost overbearing as I lift my napkin and dab my lips. “Y/n,” David speaks up and I rise to my feet before he can continue with his sentence.

“I’ll be back later, I just need a bit of fresh air.” I head back towards my room and I can hear Todd yell I’m going in the wrong direction of the entrance, but I ignore it all as with every step I can just picture him with someone else.

I knew I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up, that I was right all along to not let myself get comfortable. But getting comfortable and falling for him is completely different, and now I’m left dealing with the heartache I didn’t ask for.

As I unlock my door I glare down the corridor, knowing he’s in one of these rooms with someone else. But I can’t be pissed at that, he has every right to. We never defined rules to what we were doing, I can’t blame him for finding a hot girl in Vegas, I’m sure they were fighting one another for him.

A quiet knock on my door averts my attention as I forcefully wipe my eyes. “Y/n? It’s David.” Slowly I rise to my feet before unlocking the door as he looks at me with such pain that I just break.

Crying I throw myself at him, wrapping my arms around him as he walks us forward so he can shut the door as he rubs my back. “It’s okay,” He soothes me as I slowly compose myself to face him.

“How’d you know?” I ask as I sniff loudly.

David pulls a face. “I mean, I’ve seen you two sneaking about. I slept on Jeff’s couch as I was editing one night and saw you sneak out without knowing I was there. And the way you two act around one another, hardly a surprise.” I let out a dry laugh, nodding in surprise that David was the first to put it together.

“I can’t say I’m not surprised you’re the first to know.” I joke and he feigns pain as he falls backwards, clutching his chest and I laugh properly, feeling my tears drying.

He returns to sit upright beside me. “Does he know how you feel?” David asks sincerely and I bite my lip.

I shake my head. “I don’t know how I feel, Dave.” Finally saying the words aloud I let out a heavy sigh. “We’re friends and I have to deal with the fact he is going to be with other people.” Drilling that idea into my brain pains me deeply. “And that is just how it’ll be. What we were doing wasn’t planned to be long term.” I remind myself as well as David who shakes his head.

“No.” He simply states as he rises to his feet.

“What’d you mean, no?” I ask, slightly stunned at his sudden change in attitude.

“I will not let you cry over him like this. God, you’re both so oblivious it hurts.” He groans loudly as he clutches his hair. “Fucks sake, Y/n. Jeff is in love with you!” He almost yells the sentence and I feel the force of it knocking me back.

Staring up at the ceiling the words ring in my head as David peers over me. “Oh god,” He mumbles as I blink. “are you still in there?” His hand waves in front of my face and I nod slowly.

David helps me sit back upright. “How, how do you know?” I ask quietly as I face him, unsure else what to say.

“I know that look.” He mutters before rising to his feet. “And if I were you, I would tell him you feel the same back.”

I remain quiet as David walks out of the room, leaving me with that thought looming over my mind for the rest of the day until night falls; the perfect time to show Jeff what he’s missing.

The sound of a wolf whistle barely attracts my attention as I make my way through to the bar where we all agreed to meet this evening.

I walk up beside David and I can already see jaws dropping, Jeff’s included. “Hey, guys.” I say with a smile as they all just stare. “What?” I ask as I glance down at my dress.

“You look incredible.” Kristen states and a few others nod in agreement.

Glancing down to my own attire of a short black dress with a deep plunge I scoff. “This old thing? It’s nothing, thought I’d let myself have a bit of fun before we head home.” I glance over to Jeff who can barely keep his eyes off of mine, but I can keep mine away from his for hours. “Well, shall we?” I ask and everyone slowly makes their way out of the bar, heading into the Casino.

“You sure are something else.” Jeff walks up behind me as he smirks, but I roll my eyes, ignoring it as I head over to David and take a seat beside him as the Poker game begins.

To my left, I can see Jeff watching closely as I cosy up to some stranger who can barely take his eyes off my cleavage. “Fancy blowing on these, doll?” He asks as I purse my lips, blowing on his cards. “Maybe you’ll be my new lucky charm.”

I let out a laugh, placing my hand on his arm. “Maybe I will, handsome.”

Before anything else can happen I get up and head off to another game whilst Jeff is occupied in the Poker game. I head to the slot machines knowing Kristen and Scott would be hanging out there.

“Dressing to impress Y/n?” Scott questions and I glance over my shoulder, seeing Jeff still in my eye line.

“Maybe, but not for anyone special,” I respond and Kristen's eyes widen at Scott as she turns to see where my eyes fall.

“Oh shit.” Scott mutters and I walk off before he has the chance to ask any questions.

As I walk I feel a hand on my arm, and as I turn I see the stranger from the Poker game gripping my arm tightly. “Hey, there baby. Thought I lost you back there.” He slurs his words as his breath reeks of vodka.

Smiling politely I try to loosen my arm from his hold, but it’s no use. “Well, I got bored. Thought I’d check out something else.”

The man chuckles under his breath, shaking his head. “I can’t be losing my lucky charm, how about we head upstairs so I can show you just how lucky you are.” His voice deepens and I feel my entire body weaken under his hold as I try to restrain.

“I’m good.” I retort as I push against him, but it’s no use.

“Oh darling, that wasn’t a question.”

“And she answered regardless douchebag.” The man lets go of me as he turns to Jeff who punches him square in the jaw. “Do not disrespect women you sick fuck!” Jeff yells as the man clutches his face.

I place my hand on Jeffs' arm, walking him away, out of the Casino before Security turn up. “What the fuck were you doing?” I angrily mutter as he keeps his head low as we head towards the lift.

“I saw what was happening, I couldn’t leave you like that.” He states as he faces me, but I refuse to meet his gaze.

“I can fend for myself, you know.” I retort as we step inside of the lift.

“I know you can.” He mumbles this statement and I let out a heavy sigh as I look out of the corner of my eye, seeing his fist cut.

“You should get that cleaned up.” I tell him as the lift doors open and I walk out towards my room before he has the chance to make me any angrier.

“Y/n, what is wrong with you?” He yells in the middle of the corridor.

Stopping I stare at him as I cross my arms. “No,” I state coldly. “you do not get to ask me that, Jeff.” Pushing open my door I hear him running, forcing it open before I can close it.

“I thought we were fine, I left you drunk last night and then today you’re pissed at me?” He scoffs as if he has done nothing.

“You slept with some girl last night Jeff, Todd told me.” I say calmly, fighting back the tears in my eyes. “And I know, you have every right to sleep with whoever the fuck you want- we’re just friends with benefits! I knew I should’ve stopped this months ago. If I did I wouldn’t have allowed myself to be in this mess.” I’m almost yelling, but he stands there taking it all in.

“What do you mean, what mess, Y/n?” He steps closer to me, holding his hand out.

“Oh wow, are you that clueless?” I sarcastically call out. “I’m in love with you, Jeff. I shouldn’t be, I didn’t want to let this happen but here I am in love with a guy who’ll never love me more than as a friend.” Huffing I let the tears fall as I sit down on my bed, waiting for him to turn around and leave me in the silence of my confession.

But he doesn’t. He’s still standing there. “You, you love me?” He quietly asks and I slowly nod as I close my eyes as tears continue to pour out of my eyes.

I watch his feet move closer towards mine until he bends down, his hands resting on my thighs as he lifts my chin so I can look at him. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner, Y/n?” He asks softly as he rests his palm on my cheek, wiping away the tears as they fall.

Shrugging my shoulders I let out a dry laugh. “I didn’t realise I did until this weekend.” I tell him. “Until I realised I had lost you, that I hadn’t had the chance to let myself think about you in that way because I was afraid. I was so scared of falling for you only to be hurt.”

Jeff shakes his head as his other palm rests on my other cheek. “Hey,” He whispers as his eyes lock with mine. “I’m never ever hurting you, Y/n. You hear me?” I weakly nod. “Because I love you too.” My eyes widen as he lets out a soft laugh. “I’ve known for a long time, but I didn’t know how to tell you. I, I didn’t sleep with that girl last night. She was drunk and crashed on my bed, I slept in David’s room.”

Shaking my head in disbelief I let out a sigh. “That son of a bitch.” I mumble as Jeff sits down next to me. “He knew,”

“And played us good.” Jeff finishes and we sit in silence, staring at one another for a few seconds. “I guess this means we aren’t friends with benefits anymore?” He raises his eyebrow and I shrug my shoulders.

“I guess we technically are. You’ll always be my friend Jeff, but maybe you’ll be my boyfriend?” I ask with a smile rising on my face and he smiles back before leaning forward, kissing me softly.

It wasn’t like any kiss we’ve had before. This was new, this was a fresh start for both of us.

As we pull away Jeff rests his forehead on mine, my hands resting in his. “Come on,” He slowly helps me out of my dress as he undresses and cleans his fist up before we climb into bed. “I guess we can finally have an entire night together.”

Curling up into him he kisses my head gently. “About time and all.” I mutter as he laughs against my skin before we both begin to fall asleep, at last, in each other's embrace.

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jiminsfault · 5 years ago

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50 questions tag

I got tagged by @yoongs-jeontae ! Thank you💖

What colors is your hairbrush? It’s like a brown-ish shimmery color? Idk o.o

What food would you never eat? I probably would never be able to eat the meat of rabbits or deers, sheep and that kind of stuff

Are you usually hot or cold? I’m always a cozy crispy amount of warmth under my blanket. But when I’m outside I go from both extremes because I’m super sensitive so, spring/summer: always hot, autumn/winter: always cold. There is no inbetween

What did you do 45 minutes ago? I was in an online class and got math tutoring🤠 it was horrible thanks for asking my brain is fried

Favorite chocolate? The really dark kind. It’s the only chocolate I’ll ever really crave. I can bear milk chocolate if I have to

Have you ever been to a professional sports event? I hAve actually omg! It was a handball game and super boring, I didn’t know whats going on ever and only clapped when everyone else did🤡 (I was forced by my ex to tag along I absolutely hate sports)

What was the last thing you said out loud? “Oh my god, that was horrible” right after I ended the call with my teacher skckjs

Favorite ice cream flavor? Brownie fudge? Is that what it’s called? The chocolate ice cream with brownie pieces in it, it’s so fUcking gOOD sorry for cursing it’s necessary

What was the last thing you drank? Some nice crispy wAter

What kind of wallet do you have? A small black one because I didn’t think about practicality when buying it. Currently looking for a bigger one.

What was the last thing you ate? I actually have no clue if that’s the english word for it but kebab? IT’S DÖNER IN GERMAN

Did you buy clothes last weekend? I haven’t bought clothes in months actually omg

What was the last sports event you saw? I watched the soccer game that’s like a really big thing back in 2018 🤠🤠

Who was the last person you texted? My mom cus she’s out buying groceries and asked me what kind of ice cream I want kekdjejd

Do you like camping? I despise camping with my entire being. When I was little my mom always forced me to go on 500 camping trips a year and I feel the biggest rage in me when I think about all the bugs and uncomfortable nights I- will not continue talking about this now.

Do you eat vitamins? No, like not at all. Not one vitamin has entered my body in a few weeks. I used to have these tablets that disappear in water but I stopped drinking that because I only take them bc of my muscles and currently I’m not leaving the house so,,, don’t need them >:)

When was the last time you traveled? The last time I full on traveled like outside of the country was in 2018 when my class went to italy because of our graduation 🤠 trauma

Do you like sunbathing? I can’t really answer that because if I sunbathe I will burn. Like literally I’m getting a sunburn just from walking to the train on a sunny day if I don’t have the strongest suncream on??? My skin is very🤡 so yeah idk if I like it? Never tried

Asian or Italian food? Asian food absolutely. I’m not sure about italian food because I just don’t know anything about italian kitchen but I dO knOw that theres so much variety with asian food? And so far I’ve loved every asian dish I’ve tried so,,

Do you drink soda? Nope. I stopped drinking soda four years ago I think because my skin was sO bad and I gained weight so quickly without eating a lot so I stopped drinking soda and tada! Barely getting pimples now😎 also it’s just tastier like my mouth doesn’t stick anymore and I don’t literally feel the sugar on my teeth?? (Although I do sometimes sip on a bit of coke but only on special occasions)

What color socks are you wearing now? White with a very,, aqua? blue stripe? And the name of the brand in the same color🤠 fashion

When was the last time you were speeding? I don’t drive🤡😔

What are you afraid of? Everything pretty much. Commitment, people leaving me, talking to people, failing, succeeding, should I continue?

What can you see if you turn left? A lot? It’s inside my room (my bed is in the right corner) but first thing would be my switch cus she laying next to me

What kind of housework you like the least? I actually love housework? At least the things that I do. Like I never mow the lawn because that’s not my job yknow? But I like emptying and filling the dish washer, cleaning pans in the sink, doing the laundry, wiping the floor. Maybe I should become a maid?

What is the first thing you think of when you hear someone talking in a language you don’t know? I try to hear what language it is, like I try guessing at least. Of course I don’t know what every language sounds like but it’s a fun little game I have for myself when I’m bored in public transpo

Do you sleep on your back or side? On my right side towards the wall. At least at night, when I take a nap I sleep on my left side towards the room. Idk why pls don’t ask me, I can’t fall asleep otherwise.

You crave fast food, where do you go? So around where I live there aren’t a lot of options? Also in germany in general we don’t have the fast food fest that america has, so I always go for either Mcdonald’s or Subway.

What is your lucky number? 5. I don’t know when it became my favorite/lucky number but somehow at some point in time it’s become the number I always use when someone wants me to guess or answer a question, I use it for picking things and all that🤡🤠 maybe it’s because it sounds rly funny in german

Who was the last person you talked to? In person my mom cus she’s the only one I see nowadays. On the phone would be two of my friends and I also talked to my tutoring teacher through discord so? Pick👁👁

Do you eat meat? I would say no if I wouldn’t sometimes do slip some meat in. It’s very rare and a small amount when I do. Idk how this developed because I used to eat meat multiple times a week but at some point I started only eating chicken and only in smaller amounts and sometimes not even once in two weeks. I eat fish tho? Does that count?

What was the last song you listened to? “Love without tragedy/mother mary” by rihanna because I was feeling the 10’s last night at 5am🤠

Last book? I actually just tried to find the english title of it but I can’t find any sign of it being translated so,, “der Totenzeichner” by Veit Etzold. I read this book twice, once in 9th grade and once just recently and I will not get enough of it. Another one of his books “Final cut” is laying on my bedside table waiting for me to start it. He’s an iconic author.

What is your favourite day of the week? If we were speaking from when it’s a regular routine and I would go to uni, I’d say Monday. I know I sound like a psycho but saying friday or saturday is my favorite day is basic because obviously everyone loves the weekend. Monday is a great day usually because my day starts in third period and does still go 6 classes like regular days but it feels nice to go into uni later in the day so I always appreciate it. (Tho saturday do be hitting different)

Do you know the alphabet song backwards? I don’t even know it forwards 🤡😔

Favorite coffee/tea? I don’t drink coffee but my favorite tea is probably fennel tea, everyone I know hates it, especially without sugar but I love it :(

Favourite shoes? From the ones I personally own I’d say my nike zoom 2ks because they look good and are super comfortable. Shoes that I wish I would have would be Dr. Martens but I’m pOor🤡 I am absolutely a whore for sneakers so I won’t even start listing all the sneakers I love

When do you usually go to sleep? If I’m on schedule around 11-12pm of actually going into the bed physically and falling asleep 30/40 minutes later. While I’m now constantly at home I do still physically get into bed at the same time but I stay up from 2-7am depending on how fun people are, if I play a game, if I read/draw, have a series or movie to watch. I’m insane I am aware🤡

When do you usually wake up? Again, when I’m on schEdule I wake up mondays and tuesdays at 6.30am, from wednesday to friday at 6.10am, on the weekend around 10am. Right now? It’s a surprise everyday. Sometimes I’m up at 4pm, sometimes I’m up at 10am, today I was actually super early with 9.30 so😎

Sunrise or sunset? That’s actually so hard because I do see the sunset a lot more than rise since I have my rOllÄdEn down so I don’t actually remember what a sunrise looks like. Because I have no other choice I say sunset. With doubt.

Do you like your bed soft or hard? I thINK my bed is hard? I once laid on a friend’s bed that was super soft and I’m pretty sure I didn’t like it

Describe the plate you are eating from? They’re from ikea. They’re white with like blue swirls idk my mom bought them I didn’t make the decisions

Your favorite type of alcohol? Currently I don’t really drink alcohol (mainly because of the lack of opportunities) bUt when I do drink I really like sweet sparkling wine (I googled this I’m not sure if that’s the right word idkd)

Do you like board games? Depending on which people I play with. If a person is getting angry that they’re losing it makes the game absolutely suck and since I’m surrounded by those people I haven’t made good memories with board games kcjdjs,,, if the company is fun I like the games too tho

If you had a car, what kind would it be? Unrealisticly I’d love to own a Lamborghini Aventador or Urus because those cars are just mouth-watering to me. Since I most likely won’t ever be able to afford either of those, I’d love to have a Fiat 500. I fell in love with this car like,,, it’s so cute and the inside is pretty too so everything fits for me the way I want it to. I’ll have to settle for a way less nice car tho once I get a license, at least for a while🤡

Do you know how to change car tires? In theory yes

Dream country? Like to live in? Damn idk. I’d love to live in a country with like,, cULTURE you know? Something exciting and cool to look at, less stuck up people almans be really boring 🤡 so maybe something like spain or italy, maybe america if yall vote for a different president. Japan or Korea would be super cool too I- the whole world ma’am? I couldn’t live in countries like idk hawaii or sumn because of the heat so I’ll just mfing stay in germany😔😔

If you could choose from any jobs in the world, what would you like to do? If I would have the chance I’d love to become an actor because that just seems super cool. But like I’m not nearly attractive enough for people to want to look at me on a scEen so nO

What would you like to try to do? I’m pretty set on trying to learn how to dance like that’s probably not as exciting as other things I could do but :/ yeh idk

And what is stopping you? Literally just me being lazy and talking myself into believing I won’t be good without even trying nsncjsks (also yes I seperated these questions because otherwise it wouldn’t be 50)

thIs was sO mUch omg sjjcjs I’m literally exhausted from all these questions😩😩

I’m tagginggg @gallhali @shadowsremedy if u wanna!

#tagged #fairyfriends #yoongs-jeontae

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dazzlingfantasiesblogs · 6 years ago

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Hurricane Side Story : Christmas Decorations

Happy x Reader

Notes: Warning/Triggers: 18+ only. IF UNDER 18 KINDLY DO NOT FOLLOW ME AND DO NOT READ. Thank you. Smut. 18+.

More notes: Hey loves, I have been writing this off and as I have been listening to christmas music and when I set up my Christmas tree earlier in the week. This is a side story to Hurricane. Attached is the Hurricane Masterlist Note that I need to update that masterlist!

I am still working on a Chibs oneshot as well! :)

Tags: @samanthab983 @trippinjenni @camobighairnboots @mywhitehatisbigger @moodygrip

Also, please do not take credit for my work, or post on other websites. That is stealing. I do not own Sons Of Anarchy, however this is a spin-off and my original work. Do not take what is not yours.

Gifs are not mine.

The smirk across his face couldn’t be any wider. He watched as you twirled around the living room. The Christmas music blasting in the background. He laughed a bit as you hung the decorations around the house. Tinsel around the photo frames and lights strung around the living room. “When are the boys dropping off the tree?” you smiled walking up to him. “Mm.. soon Mami.” Happy grabbed your hips, pressing a kiss to your lips. He couldn’t believe how cheerful he felt for Christmas with you. Before the holiday being a nuisance since he would have to spend money on presents. You made this house a warm home.

Hearing a knock at the door, Happy looked outside and seen his brothers having a hard time carrying the Christmas tree you picked out a day before. Kozik walked in “Come on prospects. Fuck my sisters tree up and I will send you to an early grave.” Kozik smiled to you and kissed your cheek. Mariah Carey “All I want for Christmas” came on and you squealed. You gave Kozik the look. “Alright, Ill dance and sing this with you. Just once.” He smirked waiting for it to play and you started to sing. “I don’t want a lot for Christmas, all I want for Christmas is you!!” Kozik twirled you are the living room, holding on to your hand. The prospects snickered, Happy looked at them, causing them to shiver in fear. After the song you where breathless and laughing so hard you fell on the couch with your brother. You pointed to the prospects, telling them to set the tree in front of the large window. Kozy watched as the boys struggled. The dog walking over to sniff the tree. “No peeing on the tree Kozy.” The dog wagged his tail. Walking over to his dish, drinking water. “Thanks boys! Beer in the fridge.” The prospects smiled to you. Walking in the kitchen they each got a beer and sat down. Jax walked in a bit after the prospects finished fighting with the tree and grabbing a beer. “Hey Prince.” You waved to Jax. “Hey Y/N. Brothers.” You stood back up and started to grab the lights to hang on tree. “Babe, I gotta.. gotta go. I will be back later tonight, tomorrow morning.” Your smile faded and nodded. Kissing Happys cheek you went to your brother“You watch each other.” They nodded waving. It was odd how quickly they where leaving. Especially since you where certain you and Happy where going to spend the night decorating and then sleeping next to the tree and making love. With the club you long let go of the hope to have a normal life. Nothing about your life was normal after all.

It was three in the morning and you finished baking cookies, decorating them and set them out for Happy to eat when he got home. You finished some work next to the Christmas tree as Frank Sinatra played in the back round. Being a little sad since Happy left on your big decorating day, you fell asleep on the couch next to your little man. Kozy snuggled close as you fell asleep under the flannel cozy blanket. Happy opened the door quietly, hoping not to wake you. He seen you asleep next to the Christmas tree on the couch. He smiled seeing the whole house looking like a bunch of elves threw up festive cheer. Tip towing to the room, he hid the bag full of presents that he had bought for you on his way home from church at the club. He slid them on his side of the closet, behind clothes he rarely ever wore. He snuck back outside to the backyard where his brothers waited. They quietly worked on a surprise for you that Happy had planned.

Feeling your shoulder being moved you seen Happy standing there. “Hey babe… mmm you ok?” you rubbed your eyes, slowly sitting up. You grabbed your phone seeing the time. It was 5am and still pitch dark outside. “Cover your eyes love.” You did as told and felt a blanket drape your shoulders. He guided you to slide on your slippers and walk to the back porch. “Open your eyes.” You did and your jaw dropped. “Holy Santa’s beard!” The back yard was lit bright enough by Christmas lights, you where sure that you could see it from a satellite pic. There was colorfull lights strung around the trees, the patio lit up with small bushes that had lights strung on them. A huge ‘Winter Wonderland’ arch into the back yard. Happy held you hand and walked into the back yard even more. Looking on you seen a huge hottub. “So.. I may have went overboard and bought us a hot tub..” you chuckled seeing the tag was still on it. “You stole it didn’t you?” He shrugged his shoulders. “No, the guy owed us a favor. Said I could pick one out. So I took the biggest one. IT even has rainbow lights in the water.” Happy smirked, thinking dirty thoughts about you two in the hottub together. “Happy! This is amazing!” you jumped into your old mans arms, kissing him deeply. He smiled into the kiss and was glad you where so Happy. “You deserve every bit of it my queen. You had a rough year. With your dad bull shit, Lorenzo being an ass, me being an ass.. the club taking advantage of you… Ima.. I am sorry you had to deal with so much beautiful. Know I love you more than the kutte on my back. You are my heaven on earth babygirl.” Happy held your chin in his hands. “Aww so corny!” you looked over to see Tig, Jax, Juice and Kozik walking in from the side gate. “Shut up assholes and get out of here so I can make love to my girl in the hottub.” Happy growled out to them. Kozik walked up to you, ignoring Happy. He kissed your forehead. “Thanks sis, for everything you do for Happy, Kozy and the club.” “I will always be here for you all.” You smiled wrapping your arms tightly around your brothers body. He hugged you tightly, rocking you back and forth. “Alright all, lets get out of here so Happy can fuck his girl.” Tig spoke bluntly. “Tig, really..” Kozik groaned, not wanting to think of it happening. They all waved to the two of you and headed out. “Alright, you up for relaxing in this winter wonderland?” Happy wiggled his eyebrows. You chuckled at the childish movement. “Always my love.” “Let me go get towels. Strip naked babe. No one can see us over the fence. I will bring Kozys outdoor cott out here and his blanket.” Smiling you thought about how being domestic was a good look on Happy.

Happy walked out with two large towels. He set them on the small table that was set on the side of the hottub. He went back and grabbed Kozys bed and laid it on the patio. The dog snuggling on it and laying his head down. coming back outside for the last time, Happy brought out two cups of coffee. He seen you had gotten into the hot tub, licking his lips instantly. “Love seeing my girl naked and wet.” You chuckled at his pun. Happy stripped his clothes off, twirling his shirt above his head dramatically. “That’s it baby, dance for me!” you whistled. Happy laughed a bit and got into the hot tub. He relaxed feeling the warm water and jets relaxing his exhausted muscles. After all, ordering prospects around was a job within itself. “Thank you Happy, for all of this.” You smiled shyly. “Of course. I could tell you where sad when I left at the time you where decorating. I wanted to do this for you.” You nodded, scooting over to sit in his lap. Pressing a heated kiss to the lips you had kissed so many times before. Each time feeling like the first to you. Happy took his wet and warm hand and grabbed you face, forcing his tongue past your lips. The feeling of his warm tongue dancing with yours felt heavenly. “Need you..” He bit your bottom lip between his teeth, sucking on it, to leave it puffy. You slowly lifted your self on your knees as Happy positioned himself right under you. His slid his hand down over your hips and to your ass, slowly pushing you down on him. Both of you enjoying the initial first thrust. Happy went back to attacking your lips. How the passion between over the years never faulted you will never know. As you moved your hips and slid up and down on him, you noticed Happys head fall back in pleasure. He rarely showed that side of him, letting the pleasure fully take hold of him. “Fuck.. baby..” you moaned out, you knew this was not going to last long. When love making held this much passion, you both knew it was going to be short and pleasureful. As you bounced on him more, he grabbed your hips tightly “Fuck Y/N… I cant last… You feel to fucking good..” he leveled his eyes with you. He started to thrust up into you, the water splashing all over the place as he moved his hips with yours. He press a bite to your throat and you where done for. The pain and extreme pleasure caused you to black out momentarily.

After the two of you caught your breath, you went to get off of his lap. Happy held you in place. “No love, lets watch the sunrise together in OUR winterwonderland.” You looked at the sky and seen the pinks, yellows and oranges as the sky started to wake for the day. This was a life worth living

#happy lowman #happy x reader #soa #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #soa imagine #kozik #herman kozik #jax #jax teller #tig #tig trager

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waterloou · 6 years ago

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Sunrise

This is a courferre fic I wrote ages ago but I wanna post it so here it is

Combeferre was enjoying a nice cup of tea when he heard a knock on the door. It was around midnight and he rarely had visitors this late. He set his mug down as the knocking turned frantic. He pushed himself up and limped to the door as fast as he could. He swung the door open to reveal a very frantic Courfeyrac and nearly got a bloody nose.

“Oh Ferre!” his friend draped his small frame against the taller man’s.

“Yes?” he looked down at the mop of curls burrowed in his chest. They moved as the younger man lifted his head up, a large smile spread across his face.

“Wanna watch the sunrise?”

“Courf, its not until 5am”

“And you don’t wanna spend some quality time with your best friend in the whole entire world?” Courf pouted, resting his chin on the older man’s chest and gave Ferre puppy eyes.

“Hmm? Hmm? We could take a lil nap, or play games or watch movies? Or cuddle? Or bake? Or you could read to me while massaging my head?”

Ferre sighed, “Oh, your choice” he could never say no to his friend.

“Oh Joy!! Well! Good news! We’re gonna bake and then cuddle and watch tv!” Courf gave one last squeeze before running to the tiny kitchen.

“You know, this kitchen always reminds me of my oma’s kitchen” he smiled, “all cute and smelling of old lady”

“I smell like an old lady?”

“Your kitchen does, you smell like a professor, which you are, but you smell like books.”

“What are we baking?”

Courf puttered around the kitchen, searching the cabinets.

“Ah!” he plucked a box of oat flower out.

“Chamomile cookies”

“Aren’t we trying to stay awake?”

“Yes, but we can set an alarm if we snooze, come on” he pulled a bowl out

Once the cookies were done and cooled, Courf popped them on a plate and set them on the rustic little coffee table that sat in the middle of the living room. Ferre followed close behind with two mugs of tea.

“What do you wanna watch?” Courf asked, snuggling against his friend.

“Whatever will keep me awake” Courf put on Merlin.

“I guess this will do” Ferre mumbled, and leaned against his friend.

“Ferre! Ferre!” Courfeyrac was shaking him. He snapped out of his slumber.

“What ti’me i’it?” he grumbled.

“Time for us to go to the roof to see a friggin sunrise my friend!” Courf replied joyously as he attempted to pull Ferre from the couch.

“Come onnnnnnnnn” he pulled again and Combeferre stood up.

“Just lemme get my gl-” Courf placed them on his face, albeit awkwardly, as he was much shorter than the older man.

“Thanks” Ferre smiled, adjusting his glasses and grabbing his keys.

“Lets go”

“They weren’t kidding when they said it would be beautiful. Wow” Courfeyrac beamed as the rising oranges and yellows exploded across the new sky. Ferre sat back and watched as the colors danced across his friend’s face, making him seem ethereal. He looked out to the horizon and smiled.

Courf came down from the rooftop a few hours later, his skin tinged pink. Ferre had to stifle a chuckle.

“Why didn’t you wake me up when you left?”

“Honestly, I forgot and had to run a few errands.”

“I DON’T BURN AND I’M PINK”

“Matches your personality” he shot back jokingly before squeaking when Courf made a move to grab him.

“Ow”

“Not my fault you’re not dark enough to not burn”

“Shut up and get me some aloe”

“Yes your highness”

“Hahah, shut up I’m in pain”

“Alright, alright, go sit down, I’ll get out the bottle.”

#courferre #les miserables #combeferre #courfeyrac #courferre fanfic #fluff #modern au #my writing

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ginawritesstories · 6 years ago

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blissful affliction, concept test

Genre: New Adult | Urban Fantasy Word count: 5,943 | Three Chapters | Incomplete Rating: Strong language and references to sexual content Summary: Insomnia and running his coffee shop is all Cameron knows until he’s thrust into the lives of two preternatural enemies.

Chapter 1: give me just one taste

Reese is starving. He’s withering.

His shop doesn’t open for another eight hours and he’s not sure he can survive that long. Normally he’d go to a bar and flirt, but he can’t get past the thought of how insincere it all is. It makes him gag just thinking about it.

He keeps his hands in his pockets as he pushes past people on the dark, city streets. He’s so dizzy that walking from street light to street light starts to look like a strobe light.

Then he hears a sniffle.

There are cars driving past, horns, chatter; the city is never quiet at night. Yet he hears the sniffle like it’s the only sound in an empty room.

He hates himself. He hates himself for being drawn to it.

He peeks into an alleyway and sees a man there, maybe about his age, it’s hard to tell in the darkness.

He’s wearing pajamas with a jacket thrown over them and Reese can feel the insomnia rolling off of him.

The man paces, breathing harshly as he tries and fails to fight back tears.

Reese starts walking toward him without realizing what he’s doing.

He’s withering. He can’t help himself.

The man startles as he sees Reese walking towards him. The man glances behind himself, suddenly aware there’s no other exit to the alleyway. “Hey, what‒what are you doing?”

The man takes a step back as Reese gets too close to him.

Reese considers saying something, but he’s so exhausted.

He catches the man’s neck in his hand, fingers digging lightly into the hair on his nape.

The man swallows, stays still. Reese can feel the man’s fear overwhelm his sadness, but the sadness is still there, echoing deep below the surface.

Reese breathes it in, presses his lips to the man’s temple.

The man doesn’t move and Reese thinks for a moment that the man is an idiot. A mysterious figure in tight jeans and tattoos curling past the collar of a worn leather jacket approaches him in an alleyway and the man doesn’t run or fight?

But Reese can’t really focus on the man’s poor judgement right now because as his lips touch skin, he’s overwhelmed. The sadness and fear and curiosity wash over him like a warm blanket.

Reese sighs, sated. “Thank you.”

He turns and walks away.

The man stands there, sniffles one more time, and watches him go.

-x-

Cameron hasn’t slept.

Or maybe he has.

He’s not even sure anymore. He stares at his reflection in the bathroom mirror and can’t quite bring himself to recognize the face looking back at him. Forgotten meals and fickle sleep tighten his skin. He brushes a hand through his jet black hair and wonders if bleaching it would make him look more alive.

He turns from the mirror and wonders why he even bothered to look.

Trudging around the street, he drinks his ironic morning coffee as he runs some errands before opening up his coffee shop.

The cafe is small, barely functional, but it’s his and he loves it.

He tries to keep fresh flowers on the table every morning so he zips his jacket to brave the cold, winter air and leaves his apartment before sunrise to head to the flower shop.

He’s not sure why the owner opens so early, but he’s not about to complain. It works for him and the flowers aren’t insanely expensive. It’s not a fancy flower shop, just like Cameron’s cafe isn’t a fancy coffee shop. He feels a sort of kinship to it.

He’s never really talked to the owner much. He should one day, but 5am isn’t a great hour for conversation.

Cameron makes it to the shop as the sky starts to gain some color, just a hint of it.

“Why have you been up since three?!” Cameron hears a voice float through the flowers. He peaks around to spot the owner frowning as he holds his phone to his ear and waters some plants. The owner spots him and looks up with a bright smile. “Morning! The usual?”

Cameron shrugs. “I don’t know why you call it the usual. You never give me the same stuff.”

The owner laughs happily, nods as he focuses on the phone call again. “Maybe I should just leave the hoodie there then if you hate it so much.” He giggles. “I’d tell you to wear it and feed you some line about red looking good on you, but we both know you look best in pink.” More giggling. Cameron smiles to himself. Love is cute. Even at 5am, love is cute. “Hey, I’ve got a customer here. I’ll talk to you later? Go back to sleep.” He hangs up and blushes as he meets Cameron’s gaze, shy after being overheard.

Cameron hesitates. “Sorry, I know I’ve been coming here forever but…I don’t think I’ve ever asked you your name.”

The owner snorts, fully energized despite the early hour. Cameron takes a moment to actually look at him for the first time. He’s cute‒Okay, no. He’s gorgeous. And much, much too happy for 5am. He wears a bright yellow sweater behind his dark gray apron. Cameron’s trying to decide if the fucker has naturally perfect hair or if he spends time styling it into the I-woke-up-this-way look when the man breaks him out of his stupor, “I don’t know if I’d call a few months forever. It’s okay. I’m Noah. Feel free to browse around like usual.”

Cameron hums, smirking at the jab. He sips his coffee as he wanders. He drags his eyes away. Noah really is gorgeous, surrounded by his flowers. Maybe Noah’s taken, but Cameron’s just looking. Looking is harmless.

Noah’s ideology regarding his shop is a little different than most flower shops. While people tend to give flowers specific meanings, Noah doesn’t believe in that. Not really. He thinks flowers mean different things to different people. He doesn’t like enforcing ideas onto flowers if someone is struck differently by them.

For fancy bouquets, he’ll help the customer define the feeling each flower gives them and he’ll include a personal flower meaning card based on their answers.

Cameron’s never said it out loud, but he really loves the idea.

He supposes Noah must be aware he likes it here. He comes every morning to buy flowers for the cafe. He wouldn’t be back if he didn’t like it.

Noah whistles to catch his attention.

Cameron blinks himself awake and looks up.

Noah laughs across the room. “You okay? Looked like you just fell asleep for a second.”

Cameron clears his throat. “Yeah, didn’t sleep well. Didn’t sleep at all.”

Noah hums apologetically. He moves toward Cameron. “I can pick some flowers for you today if you’re too out of i‒”

As he gets closer to Cameron, he suddenly freezes.

Cameron turns to him, curious. Noah’s eyes are locked on Cameron’s temple.

Cameron subconsciously itches at it. “Noah?”

Noah drags his eyes away. His voice is quiet, far away. “You smell weird.”

Cameron snorts nervously, “Thank you?”

Noah shakes it off. “I’m so sorry. I just thought‒never mind. Flowers. How do you feel about chrysanthemums?”

Cameron shrugs.

Noah laughs. “That’s what I thought. I’ll grab you a few different colors.”

When Noah passes the flowers to him, their hands graze. In the past, he’s barely noticed it, but for some reason it catches his attention today. Noah’s never been necessarily flirty with him, but he always brushes their hands like that. It reminds him of…he can’t place the deja vu.

Cameron walks out in a daze with the collection of flowers. Two blocks down is his cafe.

He unlocks the doors and flips the sign from closed to open. He turns on the grill for the breakfast sandwiches, powers on the espresso machine, fills up the vases with water. It’s a normal morning.

But his temple still itches with a phantom touch. Maybe he did fall asleep last night. He had some weird dream…

The morning goes on as usual. Customers filter in, get what they need, and go. A few sit for a while and it’s around 10am that Peyton comes in to help.

The lunch rush comes and goes but Cameron still can’t shake the mist in his mind.

Images of a man in an alleyway continue to flash through his mind, but like shadows being obliterated by light, the memory of Noah’s smile obliterates them.

It’s odd. It’s not that he has feelings for Noah, but there was something about his energy that perfectly negated the pain he was feeling. He’d never really thought about it before, just assumed it was how his emotions fluctuate as he wakes up and his coffee settles in. Now that he thinks about it, his mood has always drastically improved after seeing Noah.

A hand snaps in front of his face and Cameron blinks.

Peyton smirks at him, only a year younger than Cameron himself. He’s Cameron’s best employee so his promotion to manager nearly went without saying. “You seem more out of it than usual.”

Cameron makes a face at that. “I’m not usually out of it.”

Peyton laughs lightly, “You daydream a lot. You were muttering to yourself for like an hour yesterday with your brow furrowed.” He pokes between Cameron’s eyebrows. “I thought your face would get stuck like that.”

Cameron swats his hand away. “I’m just stressed. I haven’t been sleeping.”

Peyton’s teasing stops instantly. “Oh. What’s wrong?”

Cameron shakes his head. “I wish this place was bigger.” He looks around the cafe. It’s cramped, always has been. It was all he could afford when he bought the place, but it’s nothing what he dreamed it would be.

He imagined an open space, shelves of books and CDs, a stage for live music. He really wanted this cafe to be an artist’s haven, but he just didn’t have the money for that. He still doesn’t.

Peyton pats him on the back. “You’ll get there.”

Cameron nods, eyes staying closed a little too long as his lack of sleep catches up with him. “You’re okay by yourself, right?”

Peyton smiles softly. “Yeah, Cam. Get some sleep. It’s past the rush. I’ll be fine to close alone.”

Cameron grabs his stuff and leaves without arguing.

His head feels heavy, so he takes a longer path home than usual hoping the cool fall air would help clear his mind so he can actually fall asleep when he gets home.

His feet stop moving.

There’s this weird feeling…he can’t place it.

He turns and looks out at the street but sees nothing.

He looks in the other direction, into the storefront he’s passing. It’s a tattoo shop.

The door chimes as it opens and he nearly jumps out of his skin at the sudden sound in the quiet street.

A young man is smiling, face red and absolutely smitten as he says goodbye and leaves the shop. The man throws Cameron a weird look and then gestures at the shop. “If you’re thinking about a tattoo, no one’s as good as Reese. He’s a good guy and he’s talented on top of that.”

Cameron blinks as the man walks away. He looks into the shop through the window and his eye focuses on a man in the shop, standing still and staring at Cameron with wide eyes.

A feeling of dread swirls in him as he focuses on the man’s silhouette.

It’s the man from his dream.

He touches his temple, steadies himself, and walks into the shop.

Chapter 2: if you’re lying i’ll listen

Reese tries to act casual, “Hey, looking to get a tattoo?”

Cameron doesn’t say anything. He uses the opportunity to get a good look at Reese.

He wears dark jeans with a black t-shirt that he cut the neck deeper on. His hair is a smokey lavender. He’s not as intimidating in the daylight as he was in the alleyway.

The first thing Cameron can manage to say is, “That wasn’t a dream.”

Reese smiles, “What wasn’t a dream?”

Cameron narrows his eyes, still tired and confused. He taps his temple, “You kissed me. Why?”

Reese laughs and throws a weird look at Cameron. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir. I’m just running my shop. Thank you for visiting.”

It almost works. Cameron starts to doubt himself. Maybe this man just looks like the man in his dream. Maybe he really is losing it.

But then Reese makes the mistake of glancing over at the chair in reception. A worn leather jacket is hung over the back of it. Cameron follows his gaze and sees it, sure of himself now. He shakes his head. “No, it was you. It was definitely you.”

Reese sighs, defeated, “Did you feel better after?”

It takes Cameron a moment to catch on as Reese actually acknowledges their interaction. “What? Better?”

Reese turns away from him, tidying up his shop, “Yeah, you were crying. Did you feel better?”

Cameron supposes he did kind of feel better. “Well you scared the sad out of me so sure.”

Reese frowns. “But you wouldn’t say you felt better?”

Cameron watches him, tries to analyze his expression. “Are you asking for a yelp review or something? Why the fuck did you walk into an alleyway and kiss a stranger?”

Reese's hands clench into fists. He turns to square up to Cameron. “Did you feel better or didn’t you? Just answer the question.”

Cameron cowers a bit at the intensity emanating from Reese. “I sort of felt nothing. All my stress evaporated for a bit. I think I managed to sleep for about an hour.”

Reese latches onto that. “So it helped you sleep?”

Cameron can’t keep up with the emotion shifts, “Well if I did sleep I was fucking restless about it and I still feel like shit today so no. No, it didn’t fucking help. Now tell me why the hell you did it.”

Reese's eyebrows raise. “No need to get defensive. Wow. You curse a lot.”

Cameron huffs, frustrated, “You just admitted to cornering me in an alley and kissing me. So yeah, I’m a bit fucking defensive.”

Reese shrugs. “You’re cute.”

Cameron narrows his eyes. “Is that a statement or some bullshit explanation?”

Reese smiles, eyes squinting it’s so wide, “Both.”

Cameron watches him, studies him. He expected something else, but…“So you saw me crying and decided you should just kiss my forehead? Who the fuck raised you to do that?”

Reese gasps, offended. “Don’t talk about my mothers like that.”

Cameron pinches the bridge of his nose. “Whatever, just leave me alone.”

Reese scoffs, “You’re the one who walked into my shop.”

Cameron grinds his teeth. He lets out a breath and releases the frustration he feels. “Whatever.” He turns and leaves the shop without another word.

As the door chimes to announce Cameron’s exit, Reese relaxes. His smile falls away.

He looks at himself in the mirror he has hanging in the front. He looks as weak as he feels.

Usually he can get by for a day or two after seeing a client, but he used up a lot of his ‘back stock’ from his encounter with Cameron and it leaves him needing more.

He sighs angrily, grabs his jacket, and switches the sign from open to closed as he locks the shop and goes out to a bar.

-x-

The loud alarm taunts him as Cameron forces himself to wake up from another night of barely any sleep.

He follows his normal routine: makes his coffee, heads to the flower shop.

Except, when he gets there, Noah’s not flitting around the store like usual. He seems to have been waiting for Cameron to get there.

Noah frowns as soon as Cameron walks in, itches his nose.

Cameron blinks. “Uh, is something wrong?”

Noah nods. “You smell weird again.”

Cameron blinks. “It’s not like I have new cologne. How can you even smell anything surrounded by flowers?”

There’s something in Noah’s tone, like he’s offended. “Have you met anyone new lately?”

Cameron’s thrown, remembers his confrontation with Reese yesterday. “I don’t know if I’d say it was something so civil as meeting.”

Noah cuts to the chase, “Who was it and where are they? I know I sound crazy, but it’s important.”

Yeah, he does sound crazy. “All this cause I smell weird?”

Noah’s resolve falters. “I know we don’t know each other well, but can you just trust me? It would take forever to explain.”

Cameron sighs, pinches his nose again. “I’m starting to feel like I’m not even awake, just hallucinating from insomnia. Whatever, some asshole. He works at a tattoo shop nearby.”

Noah nods, thinks about that. “A tattoo shop. Okay.” He shakes it off and suddenly his normal, cheerful smile is back. “So, what can I get for you today?”

Cameron shrugs and lets Noah change the topic, “The usual: whatever you feel like giving me.”

Noah smiles, nods to himself. “Sure. I’ll get that right out.”

Noah’s calm and peaceful as he rings Cameron up, but as soon as Cameron’s out the door, Noah takes off his apron.

He locks up his shop and searches on his phone for tattoo shops nearby. He makes his way to the closest one.

It’s 6am so it’s closed, but Noah figured no one would be around this early. He still gets the confirmation he was after: this shop reeks of a Toru. He definitely owns the shop.

Now that Noah knows where the Toru is, he just has to decide what he’s going to do about it.

Chapter 3: i’ll swallow your poison ‘til it runs through my veins

Reese doesn’t even realize what he’s doing before he finds himself in the alleyway he met Cameron in at 3am.

The entire time walking here, he was caught in a mantra telling himself that stories from his customers and flirting with strangers was enough, but there was something in Cameron’s eyes…

Reese is startled out of his stupor as the apartment door opens to the alleyway and Cameron walks out in sweatpants and an oversized cardigan. He’s holding a mug of tea and it steams in his hand.

He nearly drops it as he makes eye contact with Reese. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Reese says nothing as he tries to decide how to defend himself or if it’s even worth lying over.

Cameron’s expression hardens. “Look, it’s flattering that you think I’m cute, but I fucking live here and I don’t know you so this is stalker-y and I’m gonna call the cops if I see you here again.” He turns to go back inside.

That spurs Reese to say something, “No, wait!”

Cameron hesitates. He hates himself for thinking Reese looks beautiful in the moonlight. He’s a creep. A beautiful creep, but still a creep.

Reese covers his face with his hands. “I don’t sleep well either.”

Cameron blinks, hopes Reese has more to say than that.

Reese clears his throat. “I didn’t walk by that first time looking for you or anything. I was just going for a walk. You’re out here cause you can’t sleep, right? That’s all I was doing. I was sleep deprived and you were cute. This is my usual insomnia route. You just happen to be on it.”

Reese can see Cameron’s defenses drop a bit at that. “That’s…almost fair, but you weren’t walking just now. You were standing there in the alley like you were waiting for me.”

Reese curses in his head, but tries not to reveal how flustered he is. “I felt bad. I paused. I know I freaked you out. I wasn’t waiting for you. I’m just as surprised as you are. I mean, do you come out here at 3am every morning? That’s quite the schedule you’ve got for your insomnia.”

Cameron lets out a long breath. He studies Reese's face for a long time before he says anything. “Fine. Fucking fine. Sit and talk with me for a bit then. Maybe if I can see you’re not a freak, I’ll sleep better at night.”

Reese scoffs, “Wow, so you’re blaming me for your insomnia now?”

Cameron rolls his eyes. “I blame stress for my insomnia and you’re adding to it, so yeah.”

Reese hesitates as Cameron sits on the steps to his apartment building. “I don’t even know your name. I gave you mine.”

Cameron’s eyes are droopy, but Reese can feel the stress that he talked about seep out of him. “Cameron.”

Reese sits on the step beside him. He wants to sit close and touch him, but he doesn’t push it just yet. If he’s right, then waiting for the right moment will be worth it.

They sit in silence for a long time.

Wind blows through the alleyway pretty strongly and Reese is glad for his leather jacket.

He glances at Cameron’s thin sweatpants. “Aren’t you cold?”

Cameron shrugs apathetically.

Reese's bored. He doesn’t like this slow game he’s chosen to play. It’s easier with customers. He only gets a little at a time from them, but they’re there for a long time so it ends up being worth it.

He’s hoping Cameron will be the opposite. It was a lot the other night, so he’s trying to bide his time as he chases the high. It’s just so boring. “You have any tattoos?”

Cameron snorts. “That’s the best conversation starter you could think of?”

Reese nods. “Tattoos are good conversation starters. There’s always a story behind them.”

Cameron laughs quietly, it’s cute and low. He holds his mug with one hand and reaches back to push the hair up from around his ear. Right behind his ear Reese can see the word ‘forward’ written in script. It’s a beautiful, simple tattoo.

Reese nods. “So what’s the story behind it?”

Cameron tsks, “Tell one of yours first.”

Reese glances down at himself, hums as he thinks of where to start. Cameron has a small tattoo, so he tries to think of which of his small tattoos has the best story. “Ah.” He holds out his left hand and pulls his sleeve back, shows the inside of his wrist.

The tattoo looks like a doodle a kid would draw. It’s like godzilla or something, with fangs that drip blood.

Cameron snorts. “You got that shit tattooed onto your skin?”

Reese hums. “Yeah, I had this diary growing up and some kid at school found that drawing and the entry I wrote around it. It was this angsty teen thing where I called myself a monster so he started calling me that to tease me. Kids are awful, aren’t they? So you know, as a kid does, I told him I’d get it tattooed onto me cause it was a cool nickname and he laughed and didn’t believe me. I was fourteen but my friend had an older brother who had a tattoo shop and he seemed to agree it was a worthwhile investment. So I walked into school the next day with it. You should’ve seen his face. That kid never spoke to me again after that.”

Cameron’s eyes go wide through the story but at the end he snorts and controls his expression. “Wow. That’s some dedication to teen angst.”

Reese smiles widely. “Your turn.”

Cameron shrugs. “It’s not a fun story.”

Reese tsks, “My story was rooted in self hatred. It doesn’t have to be a fun story to be a good one.”

Cameron snorts, but he doesn’t seem to really be laughing. “It’s nothing cool. Whenever I stop moving I just feel useless, pointless. The world crashes down on me as soon as I feel like I’m not improving somehow so I just remind myself to keep moving forward.”

Reese hesitates. He wonders if this is his moment.

He reaches out a hand hesitantly. “Can I see it again?”

Cameron glances at Reese's hand and then at his face, judging him again before answering. “Sure.”

Reese moves his hand to brush Cameron’s hair back. At the end of the motion, he finally lets his fingers brush Cameron’s skin.

It’s as addicting as he remembers it being.

Cameron’s heart is a buffet.

Usually a casual touch like this doesn’t incite a reaction, but Cameron’s emotions are so rampant that he can feel it as they start to leave him.

Cameron jerks away from him. “What the fuck?”

Reese smiles, energized. “I told you I’m a monster, didn’t I?”

Cameron’s guard goes back up again. Reese can see it in his eyes. “What the fuck was that?”

Reese taps his own heart. “Do you feel lighter?”

Cameron tries to control his expression, but Reese can see confusion and fear in his eyes.

Reese holds his hand out, palm up. “The longer you hold on, the lighter you’ll feel.”

Cameron’s not sure what to do with that sentence. “What does that mean?”

Reese wiggles his fingers. “One way to find out.”

Maybe it’s because it’s 3am, but Cameron eventually reaches out and lays his hand on top of Reese's.

The stress and anxiety tormenting his mind seem to fly away from him. Reese breathes it in.

Cameron pulls his hand away again. He stares at Reese, stares hard. Reese can tell he’s trying to rationalize what just happened, but can’t. “That happens whenever you touch someone?”

Reese nods. “It does.”

Cameron doesn’t mean for the words to slip out, “Sex must suck.”

Reese laughs, lips quirking up, “It does not.”

Cameron barely remembers to put his mug down as he leans forward and presses his lips against Reese's hungrily. It’s stupid, stupid, stupid, but Reese is gorgeous and he makes the crazy die down and Cameron needs it.

It’s just a few seconds and they pull away, but it’s an opening. They stare at each other, waiting to see what the other will do. They could laugh it off and part ways or…

Reese is shocked that Cameron’s the one to break the silence. He was just waiting to make it seem like he wasn’t desperate, “I’m gonna break every rule about talking to strangers but do you want to come inside?”

Reese has Cameron pinned to the wall, mouth on his neck, inside of his apartment and for some reason Cameron’s first thought is I forgot my mug outside.

The rest of the night is kind of a blur.

When Cameron wakes up, it feels like he’s still dreaming.

He blinks at the ceiling.

He forgot what it felt like to be well rested.

A loud snore bursts his bubble as Reese tightens his hold on Cameron’s waist, leg thrown over him.

To say the sex was good would be a massive understatement, but Cameron’s still surprised at himself.

Just hours ago he thought Reese was a creepy stalker and now they’re tangled in bed naked, reeking of sex.

The light coming in the window seems weird too. For a moment he wonders if his eyesight has improved from actually keeping his eyes closed at night for more than an hour or two. Then he realizes just how bright it is. “Oh fuck.”

He forces Reese's arms off of him as he reaches for his phone. It’s 9am.

He tears himself from where Reese is reaching for him again and shoots out of the bed. “I’m fucking late for work. Fuck.”

Reese whines at the cold air as Cameron gets out of the bed.

Cameron’s tugging on clothes quickly, more energized and awake than he’s felt in years. “Don’t go back to fucking sleep. I’m not an idiot. We just met. You’re not staying here. Even if it makes me later, I’m locking the door with you outside of it. So get the fuck up.”

Reese rolls onto his back and pouts at Cameron as he puts his belt on. “Can’t we just have sex again?”

Cameron snorts. “No, I have to open my cafe.”

Reese raises an eyebrow. “Your cafe? If it’s yours then you can’t be late. You’re not gonna fire yourself, are you?”

Cameron glares at him. “No, and this apartment can’t pay for itself either. I’ve already lost three hours of revenue.”

Reese closes his eyes again. “I changed my mind on your forward mentality. It sucks. Don’t go forward. Stay in bed and have more sex.”

Cameron throws Reese's clothes at him. “Get dressed or I’ll drag you out of here naked.”

Reese sighs heavily. “God, you’re not fun when you talk. I thought you were boring for not talking while we fucked but thank god you didn’t.”

Cameron doesn’t even respond as he darts out to the kitchen. He’s on cruise control to make himself some coffee, but then stops.

He slept for five pretty decent hours. He puts the coffee beans back down and decides against it. He doesn’t need it today.

He’s glad when Reese grumpily walks out of the bedroom. “I’ll walk with you. I guess I can open my shop too.”

Cameron lets Reese follow him out and locks the door.

When they get out on the street, Cameron glances around a moment before he finds his mug from last night and picks it up. Then he pushes Reese in the direction of the tattoo shop. “You already know where I live, I don’t need you to know where I work.”

Reese groans. “Why are you so paranoid? I thought we bonded over tattoo stories. Besides, you already said cafe and you’re walking there so it wouldn’t take me long to find you if I wanted to.”

Cameron seethes for a moment, but he really doesn’t have time to waste. “Do whatever the fuck you want.” He takes off toward his cafe and Reese follows behind him, curious and bored more than anything.

He was also absolutely right about Cameron. He could go into isolation for a week right now and still feel sated.

Reese keeps talking to Cameron as they walk even though they’re not side by side. Reese can’t help it. He’s so hyper. All of the borrowed emotions buzzing around in his head are exhilarating. As much as Cameron feels lots of stress, there’s a quiet burning passion in him and it leaves Reese floating on cloud nine. “Can this be a regular thing?”

Cameron glares over his shoulder. “What, you stalking me on my way to work?”

Reese laughs loudly, confidently. “No, the other thing.”

Cameron shrugs without turning around again. They don’t talk again until Cameron’s unlocking the shop.

Reese follows him in and Cameron glares again. Reese holds up his hands defensively. “What? I’ll buy a coffee. That’s the least I can do for your three hours of lost revenue, right?”

Cameron wants to kick him out, but the business part of his brain won’t let him lose a sale. “Whatever.” He puts his mug under the counter since he didn’t want to take it back upstairs.

Reese laughs and sits at a table while Cameron moves around quickly, turning all the lights on. “You say whatever a lot, but it doesn’t suit you. You care too much. Your whatevers are fake.”

Cameron ignores him.

Reese just keeps talking, unbothered by Cameron’s silence now that he’s adjusted to it. “It was good last night, wasn’t it? I thought it was.”

Cameron relents since it’s clear Reese won’t stop even if he doesn’t respond. ��Yeah.”

Reese whistles. “Wow, the enthusiasm. I think we should do it again.”

Cameron focuses on getting a pot of coffee ready for customers in a rush. “You said.”

“No, I asked if you wanted to do it again. You never answered.” Reese gets up and stares at the premade pastries in the display.

Cameron watches Tae, suspicious and curious as he always is. “I don’t really hook up.”

Reese laughs. “Well you did last night.”

Cameron wants to say Well that’s different but he doesn’t want to fluff Reese's ego. It was different, but he’s not sure what was so different exactly. Reese hinted at some power, and Cameron’s not sure if he wants to acknowledge it or pretend nothing happened.

Reese puts a ten dollar bill on the counter. “I’ll take a mocha latte and a pain de chocolat.”

Cameron snorts, grinning. “We call them chocolate croissants here but sure, be fancy.”

Reese nods. “Thanks. I will be.”

Cameron rings him up. He warms up the croissant without asking. He figures Reese likes to indulge. He got that sense from him last night with the lingering kisses and teasing touches. It was intense, but it was slow. They took their time.

He makes the latte in silence.

When both items are ready, he puts them on the counter.

Reese smiles, “Thank you.” He takes them and sits down.

Cameron raises an eyebrow. “I thought you were opening your shop.”

Reese talks around a mouthful of croissant. “Don’t usually open ‘til 11. Besides, this place is cute. Dunno why I’ve never been before.”

Now there were a lot of things Reese could’ve said that Cameron would’ve played off and made up some bullshit excuse as to why Reese should just leave.

But Reese complimented his store…

“Thanks.”

Reese smiles. “You’re really proud of it. Why don’t you talk about it more? You can brag.”

Cameron shrugs. “It took a lot of hard work. Not much else to say.”

Reese narrows his eyes. “I don’t believe you.” Reese holds up the pastry and the drink. “These are fucking delicious and I get the feeling you could make both of these from scratch with your eyes closed. This place is your baby.”

Cameron blushes. It’s soft and vulnerable and Reese can practically taste it from here. “Yeah.”

Reese whines and leans back in his chair. “Oh, come on, really? My dick was inside of you. How do you still not trust me enough to say more than that?”

Cameron takes a deep breath in, closes his eyes as he does, and then lets it out. “Look, if you really wanna talk, come back at 5 when we close, okay?”

A bell chimes as a customer walks in with a wide grin, “Cameron, what happened? You never open late.”

Cameron’s eyes glance over to Reese, but his expression betrays nothing. “Mental health day. Haven’t been sleeping. Sorry, Claire, I should’ve posted a notice on the door.”

Claire shrugs and sits at the bar. “Take care of yourself, man. That’s good to hear actually. You’re here practically all day. I was starting to worry about you.”

It’s strange.

Cameron falls into an easy rapport with her.

The conversation itself isn’t strange, but Reese's reaction to it is.

Maybe it’s the borrowed emotions still buzzing around inside of him, but he never quite felt like this before.

He’s jealous.

He’s jealous that Cameron is speaking easily with someone else.

He’s confused enough by his own internal conflict to throw out the paper from his croissant and take the rest of his coffee to go.

Cameron doesn’t even wave goodbye.

It’s strange.

Reese feels and it’s strange.

To make matters worse, Reese's caught off guard at his shop.

A blonde man stands out front, scarf pulled over his nose like he smells something rotten.

Reese can relate.

He’s never seen this man before, but his hackles raise with one whiff of him. He lowers his voice, deep and threatening. “What’s a fucking Ataeru doing in front of my shop?”

Noah glares over his scarf and lowers it to spit out, “Nice to meet you too, asshole.”

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY IGGY ❤️

Here's a happier drabble for dear Iggy's birthday.

Pairing: reader x Ignis

Warnings: none

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The low hum of your phone vibrating roused you from your slumber. Outside the sheer white curtains of your shared room with Ignis, the sky was still dark and the horizon just barely warming up with the glow of sunrise. Sparing a quick glance to the clock on your phone, you blearily turned off the alarm.

Come on. Get up. You can sleep in every other day, but you cannot do that today.

Mentally, you let out a long groan of agony. The urge to stuff your face into your warm pillow was overwhelming, but you did not dare move in fear of waking up your slumbering boyfriend asleep beside you.

On a regular day, you wouldn't even be awake until 8am earliest. The fact that you had specifically set an alarm to wake you up at 5am was a testament to how much you loved the man snoring quietly with his arm draped loosely around your waist.

You had everything planned out today; it was after all, Ignis' birthday. A day, in your opinion, should have been classified as a goddamn holiday because of how much the advisor did to keep the city running smoothly.

Gingerly removing Ignis' arm from your body, you slowly inched your way off the bed, praying to Shiva that he wouldn't wake up. Years on the road fighting daemons had made Ignis an incredibly light sleeper, and when you two had first moved in together, he would often wake up multiple times throughout the night from your restless tossing and turning. Thankfully, you two had decided shortly after to buy a new mattress that boasted minimal movement transfer so as to reduce the shifting your poor boyfriend had to endure everytime you rolled over.

You let out a quiet huff of triumph as you felt your toes touch the floor, only for it to turn into a hiss when you realized how cold it was.

Suck it up, buttercup. You chided yourself, tip toeing to the door to grab your fluffy robe.

With practiced ease, you made your way down the hallway into the kitchen, avoiding all the squeaky spots on the floor.

It always amazed you how spotless Ignis managed to keep the kitchen area, the white marble countertops polished to a shine, the appliances neatly tucked away in their spots underneath the cabinets, the only item out in the open permanently was the coffee maker that Noct had gifted you for your housewarming.

Fishing out the limit edition chocolate hazelnut Ebony that you had hidden behind the cup ramen ( you knew Iggy would never look there because he didn't care for the stuff and you were the only one who kept that cabinet stocked), you dumped some into the machine, poured some water in, and pushed the magic button.

Honestly, you thought to yourself as you grabbed ingredients out of the fridge for the elaborate breakfast you were preparing for Ignis, you hadn't ever had that flavor of Ebony before, but you had heard Ignis speaking about it one day when you were having a date at a local coffee shop and he saw a sign for it.

That was years ago, back when you had first started 'officially' seeing the man, and it wasn't until now that you managed to get a hold of a bag.

You had found it when you took a hunt assignment all the way out in Lestallum - there was a ferocious pack of coeurls that had been terrorizing the local hunters who were unable to deal with them. Thus, as one of the top ranked hunters of Eos, and a frequent visitor of the city, they had sent in a personal request for you to come help them.

To say Ignis had been reluctant to have you travel alone, much less perform the hunt alone, was an understatement. You two had always hunted together and watched each other's backs. Without him out there with you, there was no telling what terrible fate could befall you. Of course, you had merely laughed and gently reminded Ignis that there was a time before him that you hunted alone. Heck, when you had first landed in this universe with no idea where you were or what kind of monsters there were, you still managed to survive on your own until Cor found you and brought you to Lunafreya (whom you later learned was the one who summoned you there to begin with).

And so you went on this week long journey with nothing more than your age worn travel bag and a kiss goodbye from a pouting tactician. As much as you would have liked it to be like the good old days with Ignis driving you and the boys around in the regalia, this time you had to commandeer the wheel yourself; hence, you had decided to take your motorcycle as it allowed for quick travel and was great on fuel.

When you finally arrived, you were quite pleased when the job took you only a single afternoon, leaving you with three more days of paid accomodation. It wasn't often that you found yourself with free time, so you took it eagerly and set about getting some shopping done. By some stroke of luck, you were passing by a simple street stand when you paused to browse the goods when an unassuming black and silver package caught your attention. You did a double take when you read the label and promptly had a mini internal freak out. Ignis would totally flip if he saw this limited edition chocolate hazelnut Ebony flavor!

When you asked the shopkeep how much it was, you balked at the price - it was basically all the money you had earned from the hunt and a little more; but just the thought of how happy it would make Ignis was enough for you to bite your tongue and hand over the Gil. Thus, leaving you with the best birthday present ever.

The coffee machine let out a single beep signalling that the delicious elixir of life was ready. Quickly wiping your hands on a nearby tea towel, you stepped away from the stove where a pan was sizzling with a breakfast omelette, and pulled out two matching cups from a nearby rack.

Golden sunlight began filtering in through the windows as the sun slowly climbed up the horizon. You paused and put the coffee pot down after you finished pouring the two cups and just let yourself absorb the beautiful silence of the morning.

So absorbed in your thoughts, you didn't notice the soft padding of larger feet coming down the hall. You jumped when strong, lean arms wound themselves around your waist before relaxing again when Ignis buried his nose in your hair, letting out a sleepy hum of content.

"Darling, what are you doing up so early?" Iggy's warm, husky breath danced along the left side of your neck and you felt electric tingles of pleasure dance on your skin.

Twisting around and tangling your hands into dirty blonde hair, you tugged until you felt soft, pliant lips against your own. Never one to turn down a kiss from his beloved, Ignis pulled your body closer to his until you couldn't tell where you began and he ended.

"Mmmm... Just making some breakfast for the birthday boy." You grinned when you pulled away from the kiss for some well needed air (it was seriously not fair how even after all these years, Iggy could still take your breath away with one simple kiss). Waddling back over to the stove with Ignis still attached to you, you quickly turned off the burner and dished up the vegetable omelette with some sausage on the side.

"You didn't have to do all this for me, my love."

"Yes, but I want to." Handing him his cup of Ebony, you brought the plates to the modest glass dining table and waited for Ignis to sit down.

Shuffling slowly over to the opposite side, you couldn't help but smile inwardly at how adorable Ignis was in the mornings.

Disheveled hair and glasses hanging askew on his nose, the ever prim and proper Ignis Scientia was a sight to behold in the mornings when he allowed himself to simply be. Rumpled dark blue pajamas hung loosely on his frame, yet still accentuating his toned figure. The tiny peek of chiseled abs above his waistband when Ignis gave a long overhead stretch was enough to have you licking your lips and wondering if you could have an alternative meal.

Still though, you worked hard on this breakfast and you wanted to see Iggy's reaction when he finally realized that he wasn't holding his regular Ebony.

Both of you took your coffee black so there was nothing stopping you from bringing your cup up to your lips, hoping that your boyfriend would mimic you.

Already, you could smell the distinct notes of sweetness that distinguished this flavor from the regular bean. Your eyes glued on the man sitting across from you, you watched him eagerly as he raised the porcelain cup to his lips, only to freeze as soon as his bottom lip touched the rim.

"What...?" You almost giggled at the perplexed look adorning his usually stern features.

Brilliant green eyes darted up to yours which were crinkled with mirth, then back down to the black steaming liquid, putting two and two together.

You always loved watching Ignis think. You likened it to watching all the gears in a watch, only after all this time, you learned that Iggy's told a lot more than just time. The small quirk of the lips indicated amusement, while the furrowing of eyebrows often indicated deep thought.

Right now, however, the slack jawed blank expression practically screamed disbelief.

You laughed and flashed the handsome bastard a smug grin when you saw him finally come to the answer.

"Yup."

"No."

"I assure you, sweetheart, it definitely is what you think it is."

Ignis gaped at you, "but how? This limited edition flavor was sold out months ago. The probability of actually finding a bag after this long is virtually impossible, not to mention incredibly tediuous."

"Clearly not, seeing as I have a bag just over there that I opened and used to brew a pot."

Ignis continued to stare at you like you had just sprouted a second head, when suddenly, he stood up and made his way around the table faster than you could blink.

"Iggy, what -!"

Your question was muffled by an insistent lips on your own.

Allowing yourself to melt into his embrace, you wrapped your arms around his neck and hummed happily.

"Have I told you lately," Ignis panted as he withdrew slightly, his lips still ghosting over your own, "how much I love you?"

Hoisting you up effortlessly into his arms, you let out a undignified squeak at the rapid change in position. Regaining your composure, you nipped his ear playfully and chuckled when the chest below you rumbled with a low growl.

"You could stand to say it a bit more..." Your laughter cut off with a shriek when you felt a hand connect with your posterior.

"Naughty kitten. I suppose I shall just have to show you for now then."

Without any fanfare, Ignis began marching back to your room with you in tow.

"Wait! What about breakfast?" You gasped as he trailed open mouth kisses down your neck.

Against your sensitive skin, you felt his lips curl up into a smirk.

"I believe that I'll be having something else on the menu this morning."

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Eep! Hope you all liked it! Finished with just one minute to spare in the day :P

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