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euphoricsunflowers · 4 years ago

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heyy it's me again

so I loved your analysis on the Korean version of lose and the English version and you said you love musical analyses (correct me if I'm wrong)?

so would you like to analyse devil and yk tell me your thoughts (only if you want of course) cuz I'd love to read it ❤️

~ wonho in a skirt anon

fucking absolutely my guy i l o v e analyzing songs and comparing them like u g h i am a music nerd for a reason!!! and i finished my stuff for one of my classes super early so!!! let’s do this now!!

here’s the english translation of the lyrics!! i know english translations aren’t always reliable but ya know we gotta work with what we got!!

i’ll do this analysis like the lose english v. korean version one!!! so it’ll start out with analyzing the lyrics and then move to the musical components!! also a reminder that wonho didn’t actually write devil so uhh yeah!! keep that in mind!! let’s begin!

so! idk if you’ve taken a look at the lyrics yet but uhm... they do indeed make my soft dom heart skip a beat ajshdshdf like musically this is my favorite wonho song by like a little but like lyrically this is definitely my favorite wonho song 👉👈 like by a lot :,)

because there’s no comparison like there was in the other analysis, i’ll just go section by section of the song!!

bro ngl ‘the voice that rings in my ear like a spell, blinds my eyes’ made me think of him being blindfolded ajshdhs sorry. anyway i really like how the stong starts lyrically. his voice is incredibly soft throughout the whole song, but especially during this first verse and it really adds to the melancholic vibe. the beginning immediately sets the defeated tone this song has, so peaceful yet sad.

i really really like this part. it’s a good intermediary part in between the softness of the first verse and the rush of the first chorus. i dont 100% get what the lyrics themselves mean but it might be like he’s in a dream where he’s lying to himself that you (or the object of the song) that you don’t have control over him. idk i get that vibe from that last line in the verse “the truth disperses”. there are a lot of different ideas played with in this song (good vs evil, control vs freedom), but the idea of truth vs lie comes up somewhat frequently.

i L O V E this chorus, oh my g o d. when i say the lyrics have this submissiveness to them, i’m not even talking from like only a sexual perspective (even tho uhhh ‘turn me on, i’m soaked in breathtaking ecstasy’ 👀👀) . they’re very resigned lyrics (this song reminds me a lot of the english version of lose!! they’re both incredibly soft and sad and have this toothless hostility to them!!) i’m also not exactly sure what the storyline of this song would be, maybe like this person left him and he’s still so attached and wrapped around their finger?

(uhm so i just hope you know because english translation lyrics are so unreliable, i was watching a lyric video of this song and that third line was translated as ‘i can’t resist your absolute dominance’ and i just- i think i stopped functioning for the day lmao-)

i love this verse so so much, more than the first one. there’s a silence right in between that first chorus and this verse and it’s bEAUTIFUL MY GUY.

‘lie after lie, you’re killing my soul’ is such a somber lyric. it’s not exactly angry or accusatory, but it makes the song seem just desperate. whether it’s like a desperate to surrender to this person or desperate for the pain of love to stop is made intentionally unclear. this is demonstrated by the lyrics not exactly contradicting each other but having different meanings i.e. ‘you’re killing my soul’ vs ‘i offer my everything, even give my breath away’.

in short, i just love how multifaceted this song is. like it mentioned earlier, it’s submissive in a sexual context but also in an emotional context and i just love it!!!

the bridge is really interesting to me. like the whole song is incredibly beautiful lyrically but this section has so much depth to it.

‘i’m trapped in a prison i can’t escape from nor go back to, this curse must live on’ hits kind of hard. he’s trapped and can’t escape, but he also can’t go back to. i have a slight idea of what that might be referring to but idk i don’t think it’s right. like m a y b e it’s like even if he does escape, he can’t go back to it, and even though you cause so much pain, he still wants the ‘ecstasy’ that comes with it.

‘i now punish myself with you and jump inside hell’ sounds incredibly toxic?? like obviously if we set aside the idea of punishment in a sexual manner, this seems to refer to the pain this person is indirectly causing him. it’s indirect because they’re not punishing him, he’s punishing himself with them as the weapon.

also uhm the genius lyrics don’t change for the final chorus but obviously he’s singing different lyrics so i tried to find a replacement!! it’s from a lyric video so i just wrote them down!! (also also the genuis lyrics never mentioned the ‘ex is a devil’ part but i’ll get into that in the other section of this analysis!!)

anyway there’s not much to talk about here besides the fact these lyrics make me incredibly horny lmao i can’t wait for his concert i really want him to sing devil live!!!! so so excited!!!

now on the the ‘ex is a devil’ bit!! honestly there’s not much to say about the lyric itself but i genuinely didn’t think it was in english at first until i read the lyrics lmao i just love the part with the distorted voice!!! (also here is where we’ll transition into the musicality of the song) the whole song has a peaceful and somber atmosphere, even with the emotional rush that seems to come with the chorus, and then this part completely changes the vibe. like okay from the album preview i wasn’t a big fan of devil for the pure fact that the chorus seemed really bright from what we heart but the song is anything but bright!!!

i also really like the instrumental of this song (i couldn’t find an instrumental on youtube so there’s no way to listen to it without his vocals :,( but we’ll make do)!! the very ethereal sounding effects mixed in with the repetition of the kick and then how the distorted ‘ex is a devil’ part is completely different with the percussion oh my god i love it!!

it’s actually a bit harder to go over the instrumentals because there are a lot of pretty sounds that aren’t instruments that i can pick out easily lol but i can tell you that i really like the overall feeling that comes with the chorus. because the prechorus is so light and different from the verses, it adds to the huge ‘rush’ as i keep calling it that comes with the chorus. the percussion and the bass parts keep the pace of the song but the brightness of the beautiful sounds in the chorus (my soul is telling me that’s some kind of pitched percussion instruments or m a y b e a piano or keyboard with a specific sound effect but god i just don’t know) is just so pretty!!

it is so hard to tell because his voice is in the way but i think there’s some orchestral parts in at least the verses??? but probably all throughout??

and not to ignore his vocals??? i think one really interesting thing is the fact that wonho doesn’t sing like intensely or loudly in this song. maybe it’s because i’m used to kihyun popping the fuck off bit wonho in general has a rather softer voice and i actually really thing that helped the atmosphere of the song. i think some of the lower notes could have been more emphasized especially in the second verse and the prechorus because he has such a beautiful low voice but!! the softness in his voice helped the song keep that very resigned and somber vibe to it.

also in the last chorus, i’m not sure if it’s easy to consciously catch but there’s another vocal line and it doesn’t sound like wonho lmao but it also doesn’t sound like any voice i can recognize (maybe it was someone who produced or mixed the song??? i have no idea) it also could have been wonho with just a little distortion in his voice but idk again wonho doesn’t usually go for intense high notes so i’m not sure.

also i tried to listen to whatever i could find on youtube and i came across an 8d audio of it (these things are so weird but i love it) there’s some descending notes from what feels like a clarinet almost lmao also i again have no way to describe them but i really like the distorted sound effects that make this song seem so pretty but so off if you know what i mean.

anyway tldr: idk what’s going on musically but the song is very subby lyrically so i like it 👉👈

#also i’m so sorry i started this yesterday morning and then just completely forgot #i was on a call with a friend for like a few hours 👉👈#do i need to make a tag for my song analyses?#ajshdhss #wonho #monsta x #wonho in a skirt anon

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ljnuwu · 5 years ago

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heartthrob!jeno

summary: heartthrob!jeno wants his habits to die but all his attempts to show you always seem to go wrong

genre: fluff(?), angst

warnings: cliche, like SUPer cliche, horrible grammar, cursing, kinda long(?) depends the kind of reader you are ig, not proofread

lee jeno amirite

alr so naturally being lee jeno everyone loves you

like how could you nOT love him its like impossible

now there are like a few people who don’t and that’s ok just live your life yknow

now lee jeno is like really really loveable

you know those situations where people are so nice that you want to kill them? that’s like everyone @ jeno minus the wanting to kill

instead it’s wanting to protect him at like all costs which is reasonable

ok so onto his dating life

jeno has a record of dating someone for like a solid one to three-ish weeks maybe the longest he’s ever dated anyone was like five weeks everyone thought he’d stay with them but it ended up breaking up so like :/

no one knows why jeno is like this like he drastically changed like kinda in the middle sophomore year

like he went from a shy boy who couldn’t even look at a girl without blushing to this like confident boy that could make anyone’s heart flutter by just breathing

ok so like onto you

you actually were partners with jeno on a project in like the first half of sophomore year so like you know the og jeno yknow 😔

you also had like a minor crush on him at that time but we don’t talk about that

at first, you didn’t believe the rumors but then you saw/heard it with your own eyes & ears

you remember it so vividly like woah

it was like maybe march or april of sophomore year when you were late to class and just didn’t bother going lmao

so you were wandering around the school building and you thought you were the only one bc everyone had a class at that time so like you were kinda shocked to hear some voices in the hallways

so you wanted to be nosy bc like why not jsjd

alr so this is what you heard 😳

“hyejin, what don’t you get? why do i have to repeat myself so many times to you?!”

“because i don’t get it! we’re literally perfect for each other!”

at this point you kinda regret eavesdropping so you try to leave quietly

“it’s simple i don’t love you, i never did and i never will. please, did you think this would last forever? i only date for the thrill and when it’s gone so am i”

as much as you hated to admit it, you felt a little pang in your heart when you heard the boy’s words

how could someone live like that? but then again, who were you to judge how someone lived their life

“screw you, lee jeno!”

your eyes widen when you heard the name that was yelled out by the girl

lee jeno?? the shyest boy on earth broke someone’s heart???? really??

at this time you didn’t know jeno was gonna be a new resident heartthrob at your school cause you’re kinda slow with news

your friends weren’t even surprised when you asked why there were so many sad girls, seeing as you can be pretty oblivious sometimes :// me too dw 😔

so they were like jeno became like a fboi/heartthrob/heartbreaker something like that over night

and you were like :0 bc you knew as jeno as the like really shy and nice guy who’s smile was like so adorable and made you want to protect you know 😔

alr so now to the present like two-ish years later it seems that jeno’s goal is to break like every girl’s heart at least in your grade yknow he’s going a grade at a time guys ghksd

so you were his next target *sad emoji* how did you know this? well it seemed that he popped up next to your locker like everyday since school started back up after summer break lol

he’d usually greet you with a good morning or pickukp line

today’s was “aside from being absolutely breathtaking what do you do for a living?”

“well, i don’t really have a job but i am a student which means if i spare you any more of my breath i’ll be late to class. see you later heartthrob!”

with that you zoom up the stairs and to your next class

so class is over and it’s the ONLY class you share with jeno and like a third of his friends

the class was,,, overwhelming to say the least

from the girls swooning at literally everything jeno does to his friends being loud

yall know how loud like three of the members in dream are so 😔🖐

ok so this teacher is pretty chill and lets students like sit wherever which you at this moment realize is a mistake so you’re just hoping some girl at least tRiES to grab jeno’s attention and convince him but it seems luck isn’t on your side and all of the girls just seem to starstruck by jeno breathing

so he sits next to you surprise surprise

and every time he’d tried to talk to you you’d ask the teacher a question, pretending not to hear him every time

at this point jeno got kinda annoyed but he just inhaled and exhaled, he could do this

when he was going to ask you something or flirt with you the bell rang

you didn’t pack up quickly like jeno expected- no you wanted to confuse him or maybe annoy him furthermore so when you’re practically done packing up you turn to him and say, “i miss the old shy and sweet jeno, don’t you? isn’t this whole heartthrob thing kinda tiring at times?”

and jeno was like shook no one’s ever said that to him like woah yknow

he just kinda stayed frozen looking at you he was like: 👁👄👁 lmao jskfdj

so you just offer a smile and rush to your next class instantly regretting all your life decisions and when you get to your next class you sit down and your shoulders slump and you just bang your head on the desk yknow like jinsoul in that one live yeah :/

meanwhile jeno is still in the classroom stuck standing at that same spot and just staring at space

“hey jeno you alright bro?”

“jun shut up i think he’s having a realization moment”

“wtf is that?”

“idk i just wanted to tell you to shut up”

and so renjun and hyuck start fighting and then jeno was like

“guys, do you miss the old me?”

“you mean the shy guy in freshman and like the first half of sophomore? nah you’re way cooler no-”

“hyuck literally shut up for oNCE oh my god”

“why should i”

“he doesn’t mean it you know we all miss the old you jeno, but who you choose to be is all up to you”

“woah that’s some deep shit renjun”

“i know bro”

so like time skip to lunch everyone starts whispering when you enter the cafeteria and you were confused but then you sense a presence next to you and you can’t help but roll your eyes

does this guy just not give up?

so you sit at your table with your friends who give you pity looks and they eventually scoot a bit away from you and jeno

some friends they are 😔

and you just start eating ignoring jeno because you don’t really know what to say?? like ok jsjf

you’re kinda awkward and don’t know how to start a conversation with someone who wants to break your heart so it’s obviously gonna be a bit awkward yknow ://

then jeno just like clears his throat and is like “we were partners for a project in sophomore year, yeah?”

to say you were surprised that he remembered that is an understatement but like your pride got the best of you and so you were like, “you can remember that but you can’t remember the last three girls you dated? interesting”

jeno poor boi chokes on his food like jaemin in that one video yknow

but he just nervously laughs and decides he should just give up but like his pride man

“why don’t we go somewhere after school?”

“are you asking me on a date lee jeno?”

“yes i am, you do know i’m not as shy as before, right?”

“trust me, i know that all too well” you mumble giving a tight smile you think jeno didn’t hear but he did and he thinks back to your words, it has gotten quite tiring and not to mention lonely doing this whole heartthrob thing

“well, are you going to answer my question?”

“hmm sure why not”

jeno was surprised by your answer but you just gave in knowing he won’t stop annoying you until you give in and you’d rather have a very peaceful school year

so time skip school is over and everyone collectively sighs in relief when the school gates are open

you’re not surprised when you see jeno at the school gates waiting for you,,,,, with a bunch of girls surrounding him, asking him questions in their honey voices so you just stand there and watch him suffer at his attempts to tell them he’s got somewhere to go or smth like that

he catches you looking at him and his situation laughing, i mean you were pretty amused by his situation but eventually you got bored and walked out of school and on your way to a cafe where you usually go to study

you don’t expect jeno to show up next to you out of breath, looking like a lost puppy

“finally got out of the hands of your adoring fangirls i assume?” you ask

you couldn’t help but smile at your own comment

“wouldn’t you like to know”

“actually i wouldn’t”

“so where to now?” jeno asks looking ahead changing the subject

you giggle again and quicken your pace

jeno finds your giggle,,, what’s the word... cute?

no impossible

all the girls he’s been with had cute giggles

so why did he feel butterflies erupt in his stomach when you giggled? werid lmao

so yall made your way to the cafe and once you get there you immediately get your notes and stuff out

once you got everything settled and stuff you mumble a quick stay here to jeno so you can order and jeno can save your spot bless him

so you order and stuff (i don’t really go to cafes and places like that often so that’s why i’m so awkward sorry)

once you settle back down in your seat you offer a sip to jeno and he reluctantly takes the cup and sips the drink he’s surprised at how good it is tbh same 😔

so once he sets your drink back down next to you you look up at him expectantly

“good, right?”

he simply nods and looks like he’s trying to solve all his life problems (me too bro)

you quirk your brows which jeno found REALLY CUTE LIKE REALLY REALLY CUTE HOW IS SOMEONE SO CUTE but shrug it off and go back to reviewing your notes while jeno contemplates the world’s exsistence

“so was that indirect kiss intentional or?”

you look up at him while you’re drinking your coffee with wide eyes but unlike jeno, you don’t choke you just set your drink calmly at least that’s what it looks like but inside you’re screaming

“if we’re going to be talking and possiblly even dating for two weeks might as well become more friendly” you respond looking at him dead in the eye

and at this moment jeno realized you had guts like bro no one he’s ever dated was that bold

and so he just smiles yknow that smile i’m sure you know that smile

and so once you’re done studying and stuff idk you go back home and jeno offers to walk you home and you were like sure bc it’s not like he’ll take no for an answer

so the next day !

and on his way to school he thinks about all his life choices so far

and one of them is this heartthrob thing

is it really worth it? does he really want to continue committing to his goal i mean is the goal that important

deep shit like that yknow

and then he decided he’ll continue his goal bc why not

so when he got to school he waited at your locker for a WHILE

jeno almost gave up waiting but when he saw you rushing through the school doors his face literally lit up and he stood a little straighter

he’s whipped wbk

so he looks down at his phone rereading the pick up line he found on the internet

when you opened your locker you were like, “sorry to keep you waiting, i missed the bus and just made for a run for it. sorry for being late, babe.”

hfhsjk i just cringed typing that hNGn ok

so boi jeno was like shook and made that noise yknow the eH

and you just smile and it seems your timing is always perfect bc then the bell rings

so time skip to like a week later

by this time you’ve gotten used to jeno and jeno has gotten used to you and how you can sometimes be bold like REALLY bold lmao

and you get used to jeno being awkward and cute and his pick up lines but i mean you got used to it immediately bc that was how the old jeno™

so you guys are just walking with ice cream (cliche i know 😔)

so there’s this ice cream parlor that’s pretty close to your school and a lot of students go there so that’s why you’re not that surprised to see a bunch of familiar faces as you walk out of the parlor but you become aware of the fact that you are walking and holding hands with the lee jeno™ and so you kinda loosen your grip on jeno’s hand and look down at the ground

jeno notices this and immediately grabs your hand again, lightly squeezing it to reassure you everything is fine :)

and that’s when you hear it

“lee jeno got a new girlfriend already? guess i was too late”

“don’t worry they probably won’t even last two weeks”

“how much you wanna bet they won’t even last one week”

and then your mood drops even more :(((

you think that jeno doesn’t hear it but he did and he’s >:(

and that’s when he decides that you will be first person he will love and no one else his first and last amirite

it’s not like he’s forcing himself to love you bc he’s well one his way

everyone can see how he’s whipped for you but they still doubt it’ll last :/

so while he’s deep in thought he doesn’t realize that you’ve just stayed in that same spot after hearing those girls and when jeno realizes this he rushes to your side and takes your hand in his

then you look up at him in somewhat surprise and he just smiles

“i promise you that i will love you and only you, you’ll be my first and last love” (can you hear me dying and cringing while typing this?)

you can see the sincerity in his eyes and voice when he says this to you and you were like, “ayyy that’s a bit cringe even for you heartthrob no?”

he just chuckles softly and you can’t help but smile

believing him at that time may have been your worst mistake

“soooo, how would you feel being my girlfriend?”

“why not, heartthrob”

scratch that, that was you’re worst mistake

so a week later everyone is surprised to see jeno pursuing a girl for that long yknow i don’t even know what this is anymore shfjls ok

so when it’s revealed you are official the whole school starts placing bets to see how long yall would last and although you’re kinda :( you immediately go :) bc you remember jeno’s words and decide no one needs to believe yall would last only you two. yknow cliche and cheesy stuff like that bc love has you blinded sis

and so when you finally get to your locker you see jeno,,,, followed by a bunch of girls begging to break up with you and get with them and he just smiles and nods

cause that’s all the poor boy knows, smiling and nods and then he spots you and his face immediately lights up and you just give him a tight smile and a questioning look bc how are you gonna get to your locker with all these girls in the way

you don’t want to be rude or anything so you just try your best to push through the crowd

when you finally get to your locker jeno’s attention goes to you and what you start doing, ignoring all the girls trying to get his attention lmao

eventually the crowd thins out and you just look to him with a slight smirk

“the heartthrob title seems to follow you everywhere, huh?”

“i really wanna drop it for you, yknow”

“hmm i can tell”

you both just share a knowing smile and it’s so cute omg uwu

and so time skip to like lunch and you’re sitting with your friends after you had an agreement with jeno to let you sit with your friends this time around and he just obeys like a little puppy jskj

“what did he tell you that has you so whipped?” your friend finally starts with a slight smirk

and you’re just like hmm? and look up from your food

you aren’t necessarily into love but neither are you heartless you get me?

so you explain to them what jeno said to you that day in the shortest way possible and they just look at each other

and you’re left clueless like, what?

and finally one of your friends speak up

“you don’t believe him right? he says that to like every girl when they’re unsure if they want to get with him”

and you’re just like ‘oh’ and look at your food

you can’t believe you actually believed his words

you’re mad at jeno, sure but more mad at yourself for believing him so you just nod at your friends

as if to tell them you understood

so skip to where you confront jeno :0

“you think you can lie to me and just simply get away with it?” you look jeno dead in the eye and he’s just caught off guard by your words and your voice

“w-what do you mean?”

“don’t play games with me lee jeno. you know i thought something could actually come out of this, if not a relationship then at least a friendship! all you know is how to lie to someone jeno. i’m not going to waste my time on a relationship built off of lies.”

jeno is left speechless, what did you mean? why are you suddenly acting like this? wasn’t everything fine last time you guys talked

you seeing his confused face you decide to explain furthermore

“that whole first and last speech was just something you recited to every girl, wasn’t it?”

jeno doesn’t respond for a while and just looks at you, searching for what you’re feeling but it seems he can’t figure out what it is you’re thinking

you take his silence as him agreeing with your question

you scoff and decide you’ve had enough of lee jeno today and start walking home

you weren’t surprised when lee jeno didn’t follow you

the next day at school you don’t see jeno at your locker and you just shrug it off

when you open your locker an envelope falls out and you hesitantly pick it up

you open it and start reading it because your curiosity got the best of you

dear y/n, i’m sorry for not following you home when it’s pretty dangerous for a beautiful girl like you to go on your own. not that you aren’t perfectly capable of protecting yourself but it would calm my heart a bit if i knew you got home safely. i just want you to know that i wasn’t bluffing when i told you that. i may have said something along the lines of those words but that doesn’t mean i didn’t mean it with you. you are probably the only person that has told me they missed the new me. when you told me that you really put me through a spiral of thoughts. one of them being what happens if i just drop this whole heartthrob thing? then what will happen. maybe i can actually find love in this highschool, highschool sweethearts are always interesting stories to tell. that’s when i realized that it could be you. someone who has seen the old me and even misses it. which, if i’m being honest i kinda do too. this is getting too long ahhhh. what i’m trying to say is that i will truly love you and only you.

sincerely, lee jeno

you hear someone clear their throat next to you and you look up to see jeno himself with a single rose which you gladly take lmao

“give me another chance?”

“three dates starting tomorrow, all at the diner we went to. don’t be late”

“r-right of course”

the next day was a saturday and you were waiting for jeno

“hey! i know you said not to be late but something came up with my family and i couldn’t get out of helping-”

“i get it, it’s fine jeno” you smile, letting this slide

you get it, family situations are always hard to get out of

the second day was sunday and you were waiting for jeno

you start regretting ever talking to that boy, it seemed like he didn’t even care at this point

maybe that letter was nothing but lies as well

you hear a bell ring, signaling someone had entered the diner

you look up and see jeno searching for you with worried eyes

he was about to open his mouth to give you a reason but you just nod and smile, “it doesn’t matter right now, what matters is that you’re here now”

jeno just nods his head and reluctantly agrees with you

the third and final day was monday and you were once again, waiting for lee jeno

it just so happens that he ended up getting detention today so he was going to be late

at least that’s what he texted you

when you hear the door open you see jeno and you decide he’s not worth your time anymore

jeno tries his best to explain to you why he’s got detention but all you can look at are his crinkled clothes and the lipstick stains all over his face and neck.

he realizes you’re staring at his face. he raises his forefinger hesitantly up to his left cheek and looks down at it, only to realize what you’ve been staring at this whole time.

when he looks up to where you stood, he tries once again, to explain but it seems the words are just stuck in his throat.

“it’s okay, old habits die hard.” you spoke, offering him a smile and walking out of the diner, leaving a defeated jeno.

he really wanted this to work

he really wanted to give you all the love you deserved

but nothing seems to go his way

being known as a heartless boy who gives up on trying to love or even having a relationship seems fitting for him, right?

a/n: this is crap and the ending was kinda rushed sorry :( this is my first bulleted scenario and i really enjoyed it! it turned out to be longer than i expected it to be lmao but please do drop some more requests!1! hopefully this will be a filler til i get my phone back jsjdf (part two? i’m jk skks)

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moondustis · 5 years ago

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what you like / pleaser (m)

pairing: mark lee + reader genre: smut word count: 2,9k warnings: demon summoning, succubus!reader, unprotected sex. this may lack in accuracy on how the whole demon summoning thing works... i apologize summary: “Mark Lee is not an impulsive person, not at all. He likes to think things through so he can do them well. He’s also not a poor choice maker, not that he thinks so at least. That’s why he can’t understand why he’s in his room on a friday night conjuring a demon.”

Mark Lee is not an impulsive person, not at all. He likes to think things through so he can do them well. He’s also not a poor choice maker, not that he thinks so at least. That’s why he can’t understand why he’s in his room on a friday night summoning a demon.

Well, maybe he can. For three weeks now he has been having what you could call weird dreams. To be more specific, wet dreams. It started on a regular tuesday night after a full day of classes, he fell asleep easily, being so tired and what started as a nice, pleasant dream quickly became something more. He can’t even remember how exactly the dream went but it was so intense that he woke up with a killing boner.

At first he thought it was just because it had been a while since he last had sex, one year to be exact. Hookups weren’t really his thing and he was too busy to go around and look for an actual relationship. But the dreams kept happening and by the half of the third week he was exhausted and tired of coming in his sleep.

So here he was after an extensive google search, white chalk on his floor and candles lit, his hand trembling quite a lot as he does exactly what satanic wikipedia has said he had to in order to summon a succubus.

It’s wrong, so wrong, because for one Mark has never believed these things, and he is, or used to be, a nice catholic boy that sang on the church choir. And even if he’s a bit skeptical about the whole thing, making a sigil on your room's floor with white chalk seems like a big deal.

He says the spells, or whatever they’re called, outloud and feels a little silly because nothing happens for a minute, then two.

He’s about to give up when the circle lits up and he falls back on his bed with a loud yelp because holy shit, his room is on fire. Fire that does not look like actual fire and there’s a girl standing in the middle of it. Holy shit, holy fucking shit.

He’s gonna have a whiplash or die, or both because there’s a demon in his room. A demon that he summoned.

“You look quite scared for someone that apparently wanted this to happen.” You say, voice so sweet that it could soothe him if his heart wasn't about to rip off his chest.

“Oh my fucking god.” Is the clever words that come out of his mouth and it makes you laugh. It’s surreal. You look nothing like he expected a demon to look like, no horns, no tail and no black eyes.

“Not even close, baby.” You cross your arms, giving him a pointed look as he takes deep breaths. “Are you sure you wanted this to happen?“

“I’m-Yes.” He manages to say and you just keep staring at him like you’re extremely bored. “I mean you-you kept appearing in my dreams.”

You giggle at his words, looking smug at the mention of the dreams. “So you summoned me because you wanted your dreams to come true?”

Is that what he wanted? He can’t remember quite properly with the demon now standing in front of him. He knows he wanted the dreams to stop but with the enticing girl standing in front of him he’s not sure if that’s all he wants.

“So?” You say after he doesn’t give you a reply, raising one eyebrow. “I can’t do anything if you keep me stuck here. Come break the sigil.”

He moves cautiously from the bed, hands still shaking slightly and watching your every move. The look on your face tells him that you find the whole thing amusing and it makes him feel small. He shouldn’t trust you, breaking the sigil would probably give you full power over him or something like that, the reading he did on the subject hadn’t been very fulfilling.

Still he steps on one of the circles in the sigil, spreading white chalk around and breaking it. The moment he does you step forward in his direction, a mischievous smile on your red tinted lips. The sudden movement startles him, making his arms go up in protection. “W-woah, woah, wait,” he says, voice breaking slightly. “ shouldn’t we like, set some rules? I don’t want to, I don’t know, give you my soul by accident.”

His words make you giggle again, ignoring his protests by continuing to move close to him until you’re almost pressing your chest to him. “Trust me, if you were to give me your soul it wouldn’t be by accident.”

He blinks slowly. “Uh… Okay, I guess?.” That's one less thing to worry about. “Still, don’t we need like rules?” I don’t do stuff like this daily.”

You move your hand to his cheek, and he gets the feeling you’re trying to entice him in someway. “It’s not that complicated.” You almost whisper, hand traveling all the way down to his neck making a shiver run through his body. “I’m here to make you feel good, like I did in the dreams… And in exchange you give me something.”

His energy, his mind supplies. He had done minimal research on succubus, the minimum he had go know before doing this. The demon wiki had told him that succubus sucked the energy out of humans, that’s why he always woke up so tired from the dreams. He wondered for a second if it happening in real life would be worse.

Your hand starts massaging his nape and he’s one second away from becoming putty in your hand. He’s sensitive to touch, always had been, and even if he knows his way around girls they still make him slightly nervous. A demon girl was just to far out of his capacity and he felt almost powerless in front of you. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you.” Is the words you say before you’re closing the distance between the two of you.

There’s no sparks or special taste but still it’s like a fire ignites inside of him, his lips parting immediately to yours in an embarrassing moan. You know exactly what you’re doing, clearly, kissing him slowly and biting at his bottom lip in a way that would make his eyes flutter if they were open. He doesn’t even realize you’re moving until the back of his legs hit the mattress and he’s falling on it, you following my straddling his hips and settling down on his lap.

He enjoys the weight on top of him, gets the sudden urge to run his hands on your now exposed thighs, that look oh, so soft. He’s distracted by your lips pressing kisses to his jaw, before moving to the spot on his neck that makes him squirm slightly. “You behave so well, Mark.” You mutter between kisses, making him blush a nice shade of pink.

“I-uhm, thank you?” He replies with small and timid voice, cheeks still tinted as you coo at him. You probably see him like a small puppy, a weak human for you to play with. He realizes he’s not that bothered by it when you press closer to him, your lips closing in a bite against his neck.

He would never describe his sex life as anything but vanilla, and he enjoyed it like that, was a big fan of missionary and foreplay that involved his fingers inside a girl. He had never tried the whole power dynamics everyone seemed to be on about, was satisfied with the usual. But with you on top of him, saying things that made his head spin, he wanted nothing more than please you and make you happy. Give you whatever you wished for.

His hands move on their own accord, gripping your thighs like he wanted to earlier and he almost moans at how soft and plush they feel against his hands. Your lips chase his again and he could swear the whine you let out when they finally met is angelic.

The kiss is interrupted by his cell phone going off on his bedside table, an annoying cheerful song indicating that Jaemin was currently calling him. He wouldn’t have even noticed it if it weren’t for the annoyed sound you make as you detach your lips from his, leaving him chasing for it with his eyes closed. “Please do something about that.” You plead, making him open his eyes to be met with the breathtaking view that is your now fully black eyes staring down at him, your lips even more red that they were before. A sight that would be terrifying if he wasn’t so attracted to you.

He only stops starring when you mutter his name again and he finally snaps out of it, muttering a quiet ‘fuck’ while he moves as best as he can to get the phone without making you leave his lap.

The moment he accepts the call he’s greeted with a high pitched scream that is so loud that you can hear it to. “What’s up, man?” Jaemin’s slurred voice says as a loud song plays on the background. “Where the fuck are you?”

“I’m kinda busy right now, bro.” Is what he replies, eyes almost fluttering with the way you’re gently massaging his scalp, sitting so pretty and patient on his lap that he gets the urge to just hang up on Jaemin and continue what you were doing.

“We’re going to Johnny’s party,” it’s Jeno’s voice that says that, as Jaemin mutters something on the back. Mark lets out another string of swear words, did they really call now out of all other times to talk about some party. “You should come.”

You bat your eyes, like you’re trying to convince him that he shouldn’t go to the party and stay here instead. It’s not like he even considered the first option, not with the way you move to press a weirdly kiss to his cheek before you’re kissing his neck again. Not with the way you start rolling your hips just slightly over his. “T-Thanks, dude, but I’ll pass.” He says making you smirk against his skin and he immediately hangs up before even hearing Jeno whining about how he’s gonna miss the best party.

“Don’t you wanna go to the party with your friends, Mark?” You say in a mischievous voice while pouting at him.

“Not really.” His reply makes you giggle again and he takes that opportunity to press another kiss to your lips.

“I’m flattered.” You say in between kisses, hands moving to the hem of this t-shirt and he gets the clue, taking it off and discarding it somewhere in the room. Your fingers immediately move to his chest, tracing patterns on it that makes him shiver and he chases once again your lips, feels like he could kiss you forever.

This time he parts his lips slightly and you let your tongue move against him as he continues to grip your thighs while you circle your hips timidly over his. It’s overwhelming almost how everything that was usually good feels amazing, probably because you are a succubus, but still he feels like his senses are enhanced and he could come from just this.

He has to make you feel good, his mind provides between his other foggy thoughts, and in a moment of boldness he moves his hand slowly to the hem of your dress. When you don’t say anything about it, just continue on kissing him, he dips it inside until his palm is pressing against your very bare center. He lets out a whimper in the back of his throat.

“What are you doing, baby?” You ask and he watches the string of saliva that still connects your lips when you end the kiss. Then he’s looking at your black eyes again, like a child caught doing something they shouldn’t. “I’m the one that’s supposed to make you feel good, remember?”

As if to point out your words you roll your hips with a little more force this time and his eyes roll back. He’s so hard so right, ready to let it go with only a word from you, but still, he feels like he doesn’t feel you around his fingers. “I-fuck, want to make you come.” He moves his fingers so they’re parting your folds and he can press them against your clit. “Please?”

Your lips part a little and the begging seems to get to you because you’re nodding your head and parting your legs slightly to give him more space. He begins to work gentle circles over your clit with the pads of his fingertips, your head coming to rest on his shoulder as you lets out a breathy moan.

He wishes he could listen to your sounds every day, wants to make you feel so good that you are screaming his name. “You’re so good, Mark.” You whisper with your lips against his neck and his finger traces down to press against your entrance. “Such a good boy.”

Your words make a blush set on his entire face and a fire ignite on the pit of his stomach at the same time. “Shit, you’re so wet.” He mumbles adding a finger inside of you, that’s easily followed by another one. He moves them upwards, trying to hit your most sensitive spot while his thumb flicks across your clit.

You grip his face with your hand, moving to desperately kiss him. It’s messy and rushed, your lips parting in an erotic way to let out moans that sound like honey on his ears. His fingers increase the pressure as he picks up the speed and you grip his cheekbone with so much force that it could bruise.

When you come it’s with a moan against his lips and your body shaking on top of his. He can’t take his eyes of the view, pupils probably so dilated that his eyes are black, but not as black as yours.

“Mark, I need you to fuck me right now.” You say, desperation in your voice, after you come down from your high. Your hands move to undo his pants in such a quick motion that for a second he’s left blinking dumbly at you . “Come on, pretty boy. If I don’t have you inside of me at this exact moment I’ll set fire to your whole room.”

He starts moving at your words, removing the rest of his clothes at the same time he tries to watch you getting up to remove yours. It’s a sight, one that he’ll never be able to get out of his head. He has been with girls before, all of them giving him quite the view but this right now is different. There’s something to you that makes his mouth almost water and he wants desperately to touch.

“Gonna fuck me good, huh?” You whisper as you climb onto his lap again, sliding your palm against his dick with slow strokes.

He nods, probably a little too excited as a moan leaves his lips. “I need- shit, need to get a condom.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “I’m a demon, Mark. We don’t need to use one.” You whispers and he feels his head spin a little. “Okay?”

He nods again and you press him against your entrance, your wetness spreading over him. It’s ironic almost, how he feels like he’s having an religious experience as you sink down on him, so warm and so wet that he’s throbbing as you get all of him inside. He curses loudly, hands gripping tightly at your hips. It takes a lot of his willpower not to come right there.

“You feel so good, baby.” You breath, hands moving to his neck as you move in a steady rhythm on his lap. “Filling me up so well.”

He’s sure he’s far from the best you ever had but your praises are so enticing that he lets himself fall for them, moaning loudly as you clench around him. “‘M not gonna last long.” He mumbles, moving to press kisses along your chest as he circles a nipple with his thumb. “Feels so good.”

Your hands move to his hair, brushing the few strands that are pressed to his sweaty forehead. “It’s okay, love.” Your lips press at his forehead and you speed up just a bit. “Wanna feel you coming inside of me. Are you gonna do that, huh? Fill me up with your cum?”

It’s too much. Too much that he can’t help but circle your hips with one arm as he starts to pound inside of you, making you bounce on top of him as he grunts and spills curse words, mouth pressed to your chest. He comes when your walls squeeze him just too good for him to handle, with a quiet chant of your name and arms bringing you as close as possible.

It takes a while for him to come down from it, his whole body shaking slightly when you lift yourself from his lap. You put on your dress as you watch him struggle to get his boxers on. “You gonna stay here?” He asks voice sleepy as he moves to lay down on his bed, patting the empty spot besides him in the hopes that you will. “‘M so tired.”

The last thing he remembers before falling asleep is a giggle coming from your mouth as you press a kiss to his forehead. When he wakes up, you’re gone and he would think that it was all a dream if it wasn’t for the white chalk on his floor.

#mark smut #mark scenarios #nct smut #nct scenario #nct scenarios #laughs nervously

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sagiow · 5 years ago

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We run a very tight ship - Chapter 4

kickass awesome moodboard courtesy of @jomiddlemarch

Read the first three chapters here or on AO3

“Welcome aboard, Miss Green. Ready to set sail for the grandest of voyages?”

Emma smiled tightly, forcing her eyes to follow her lips, and knowing they failed. Instead, she averted them, hiding their escape behind a wholly unnecessary adjustment of her glasses. She stood between the First Mate and the chaplain in the haie d’honneur greeting her family aboard the most luxurious ship of their fleet, in the most breathtaking of atriums, by the grandest of staircases - so the heavy-handed brochure said. Captain Summers bowed low to the young lady, and lower to her mother beside her.

“Captain Summers,” she offered her hand daintily, never more the great lady then among her grossly underpaid staff. “I trust everything has been arranged as instructed?”

“To the letter, Mrs. Green. Your guests have been given all the best cabins, the most prestigious reserved, of course, for the bridal party. I must say, your daughter has truly outdone herself with the decoration and planning. Alexandria Line’s future is bright indeed,” he enthused, to Emma’s inner cringing. Dial it down, dude.

“Well she better has!” snapped the bride-to-be. “My wedding is the event of the year in this town and probably all of Virginia: it has to be absolutely perfect in every way. A question of Green family pride, which I’m sure she has very close to heart,” she added sweetly, as a cat offering a cleanly killed prey to its owner, and Emma braced for her to start eating the head. “After all, it’s probably the only Green wedding she’ll ever have the chance of organizing.” Crunch, there it is.

Ignoring her gift, Emma distributed programs to the guests, the embossed letters popping elegantly from the cotton cardstock. “We will let y’all settle in and hope you join the Captain tonight at eight for a welcome dinner,” she explained, her voice pleasant and professional, just greeting regular guests onboard as she did twice a month, every month of the year, year after year since her very first summer job as a stewardess; despite her mother's protests, Papa Green knew the value of learning the ropes from the very first rung up. “Do spend tomorrow getting acquainted with our wonderful Empress Queen and her numerous amenities; I personally recommend our luxurious spa and state-of-the-art virtual golf course. The rehearsal will be held on Tuesday, giving us Wednesday for any and all last-minute adjustments, and we’ll have the ceremony on Thursday. Reverend Hopkins is our onboard chaplain, and will be performing the service.”

On cue, the tall man next to her stepped forward, his hands clasped piously before him, visibly not as comfortable with discomfort as she was. “It’s a great honor to be marrying you, Miss Green,” he said, but cut himself short. Oh no, you beautiful doofus.

“You'll be what now, Reverend?” exclaimed the groom-to-be, his arm wrapping around Alice’s waist possessively. “Maybe buy me a drink or two before you marry my fiancée?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stringfellow,” the chaplain stammered. “I misspoke. I meant-”

“Oh, lighten up, buddy. I’m just fuc- sorry, screwing with ya. Just don’t misspeak – or stutter, ugh- during the actual wedding, will ya?”

God, please do, she prayed intently, while Frank turned his devilish dark eyes to her.“Hey, Soon-to-be-Sis, you better have stocked up on that premium bourbon I asked for, and left a case in the Honeymoon Suite. Which, as I also specifically requested, now better have mirrors on the ceiling and a heart-shaped hot tub."

"Oh Frank, no!” gasped Alice, shoving him away forcefully. “I insisted on 1896 Paris Art Nouveau, not 1986 Niagara Falls By-the-Hour Motel!”

“Just fucking with you, babe,” he replied with a slap to her ass. Always the gentleman, Frank. “No, seriously though, Em, one major problem with that that fancy schedule of yours: when the hell’s the bachelor party?”

“The bachelor party’s anytime we’re not in her fancy schedule, Bro!” shouted a man descending the stairs. He was not clad in the cruise line’s signature green and white uniform, but in the most garish Hawaiian shirt and ostentatious sunglasses Emma had ever seen, as did the rest of the group of young men behind him. This time, she did not bother to hold her irritated sigh.

“Jimmy my boy! I knew there’d be no better best man for me! Finally, some good fuckin’ plannin’!” The two men embraced, slapping each other vigorously on the back. “You,” Frank then pointed to a helpless steward. “Take my stuff to my room, she’ll tell you which. And you,” he added with another clap to Jimmy’s chest. “Take me to the booze.” And without as much as a goodbye to their families, they stormed off across the atrium, a frat boy riot of jeers, shouts and high fives.

Slowly, Emma returned her attention to her overly merry mother, her smug sister, the clueless captain and the confused churchman. “Well, boys will be boys,” dismissed the matriarch, to relieved chuckles all around. “But they are right. There is so much to celebrate! Young love, and such a brilliant match! Alexandria Line and Stringfellow Sails coming together, what a dream! Come, dear, let’s get you settled in.”

With a gracious gesture, she motioned for the remainder of the bridal party to follow them and she closed the parade with a touch to Emma’s arm. “Do come by shortly, darling, I want to review the menu for tonight,” she said. “I do hope you’ve given our family’s famous desert its rightful place of honor.” That ancient apple nightmare? Yeah, rightfully in the trash, Mother, but she only agreed meekly.

The families gone, the crew followed suit with visible relief, until Emma was left with the silent reverend, who shuffled his feet, perhaps regretting not having managed to vanish along with the rest.

“Uh... my congratulations.” He somehow made it sound like both a question and an apology. “They seem... swell.”

She could only do what she was taught best to do in such cases: smile and nod. And scream internally so loudly that each and every one of her cells shook.

“I can hear that,” he said, startling her. How the fuck- “The hamsters spinning, in your head. Something’s bothering you. Anything I can do to help?”

She looked at him, at the kind concern she’d seen so many times offered to the crew members on their long voyages away from friends and family, now focused solely upon her, and it was both wonderful and terrifying at once. She tucked an imaginary loose wisp of hair back into her bun and shrugged. “It’s nothing. Just the pressure of planning this event. It’s different when it’s... personal." Like your harpy of a baby sister marrying your jackass of a high school sweetheart.

“I can imagine. Tall order you’ve got there. What was it, 1896 Art Deco?”

“Art Nouveau,” she corrected. “She’d have decapitated you for that mistake. Actually, no, that’s too swift and painless. Eviscerated’s more like it. With a blunt butter knife. Or her bare hands, if she hadn't just gotten her nails done.”

“Lovely. I see why the hamsters scamper thus; you’ve let the viper into their cage. You need a mongoose to chase it off: I might have just the thing.”

Curious, she let him continue, cradling the leftover programs against her chest to muffle the embarrassingly loud drumming that emanated from it. “I have to cover for José at the jazz bar tonight, you should come by. I’ll make you the special drink I concocted for the occasion: the Blushing Bride. Now I see the name’s totally wrong. And the formula, too; I think it’ll need less subtlety and a lot more bitterness. Will you please help me?” he asked, leaning closer, with that somewhat shy smile of his that just begged to be kissed.

Instead, she pushed her glasses up her nose from the half-millimeter they had slid down, and felt in horror her body do that weird half-shrug, half-nod shuffle that it thought conveyed casual nonchalance. Real smooth, nerd. “If I’m released on time from that sure-to-be-extensive menu review... sure.”

“I’ll have you paged urgently at ten, something about the swan that’s being fattened for the wedding dinner,” he winked. “Or the peacocks they probably requested to act as ringbearers or footrests. Ha, Peacocks... that should be our safeword – uh, shit, no, uh... I meant code word. Code!” Oh no. He’s even more beautiful when he blushes.

Oh shit. He said safeword... as in sex. Kinky sex. With him.

Oh fuck. Now I’m blushing too. And my palms are sweaty. That’s gonna stain the paper. And leave marks. That he can probably see. Nooooo.

“I’ll... let you get to it, then,” he stammered again, backing away before waving awkwardly and turning to sprint. Don’t look at his ass, don’t look at.... oh fuck me, I'm staring at a pastor’s ass. I’m going to Hell. I’m getting brutally murdered by my family first and going straight to Hell afterwards.

I just have to find a way to stop the world’s worst wedding first, and have less than five days to do so, and a beautiful chaplain-cum-bartender that’s familiar with safewords to not fuck along the way.

I'm so unbelievably screwed.

#mercy street #mercy street pbs #emma green #Henry Hopkins #emmry #we run a very tight ship #cruise ship AU #the mayhem continues

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dragonsaphirareads · 5 years ago

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Winding Strings

#dlamp #deceit sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #remus sanders #obsession sanders #tsshipmonth2020 #saphira writes #saphira writes ts

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blahehblah · 5 years ago

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Epiphany

For Ema, sorry it took me so long.

Epiphany: (noun) a moment of sudden revelation or insight.

Luke anxiously tapped his fingers against the plastic table of the diner. He had already ordered a glass of water, that he downed in the first five minutes of receiving. He felt his phone buzzing in his pocket, but he ignored it, not wanting to make himself more panicked.

When she walked in through the door Luke’s heart stuttered in his chest. She was breathtaking. Dark hair was balled up on top of her head in a messy bun. Full lips were gracing her features with a smile. She was much shorter than Luke, but her confidence was through the roof, while his was nonexistent. He wished he had her confidence. She walked up to him and started talking, but Luke wasn’t listening.

When she looked at him expectantly, with an eyebrow raised and a small smile on her mouth. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

She laughed. Even that sound was perfect. “I said, ‘Hi, my name is Erin, you must be Luke.’” She held her hand out for him to take.

Luke took her hand, he felt the sparks as their hands touched. “Yeah,” his voice was quiet. “I’m Luke.” He offered a shy smile, one that Erin returned with full force. The whiteness of her teeth stunned Luke temporarily.

He shook himself out of the daze, and gestured for her to sit. She took a seat on the other side of the booth with grace. Luke didn’t think that anyone could slide into a booth that smoothly.

Luke sat down on the other side of Erin, not wanting to make a fool of himself, he didn’t slide into the booth like she did. “So what brought you to DM me?” She asked him. “Just boredom, or genuinely wanting meet me?”

“Bit of both actually.” Luke replied without thinking about what he was going to say. He clasped a hand over his mouth. “Sorry, I have zero filter.”

Erin giggled. “I don’t either it’s fine,” She placed one hand on the table and leaned forward. “Boredom and wanting to meet me.” Erin hummed. “Why?”

“Needed a friend. Someone who didn’t know all my secrets,” Luke rubbed a hand down his face. “Someone who didn’t know me.” He sighed.

“And what if it turns into more than that?” She asked him, leaning back into the booth. “What if one of us catches feelings?”

“If it does, we call this off, we don’t have to speak to each other anymore.” He gestured between them. “We don’t have to turn this into a relationship.”

“Good, because I don’t do feelings.” Erin told him. “Friends?” She asked while sticking her hand out for his to take.

He took her hand. “Friends.”

***

The two friends walked down the street next to each other window shopping. “Luke!” Erin pointed out. “Look at the puppies! Oh my gosh, I want to take one home with me!”

“I have a dog at home, and I love her, but these ones are cute.” He pressed his hand up against the glass that separated him from the puppies. One of the retrievers licked the glass where his hand was.

“Yes they are,” Erin said while squatting to see the dogs better. “Oh my goodness, you are all just the cutest!”

“Okay, I think it’s time we continue window shopping, otherwise you might be tempted to take one of these puppies home.” Luke pulled her up gently, slightly dragging her away from the pet store.

“But Lu, I am tempted!” Erin struggled in his grasp. “Lu! I want all the puppies!”

Luke giggled, and kept dragging her away. “Sorry E, no can do.”

“Luke?” A soft voice asked from behind them. “Is that you?”

Luke froze, he knew that voice anywhere. He turned to face her, any trace of a smile gone from his face. “Aleena?”

“Hi!” Aleena cried out, leaving her arm candy in the doorway of some expensive looking store, that Luke nor Erin cared to learn the name of. “It’s been too long, I missed you.”

“It’s been about two months.” Luke whispered as Aleena’s arms wrapped around his broad frame. He felt her fingernails dip into his soul again, he shivered.

“I know!” The girl squealed. “Didn’t you miss me?” She pouted, trying to reel him in again. “I know I missed you.”

“You already said that, and no I don’t miss you.” Luke moved out of her grasp, getting closer to Erin. Her hands already gripping his arm, pulling him closer to her, making him feel much calmer.

“LuLu?” Aleena whined, and then she noticed Erin. “Who’s this?” Her manicured fingernails seeming to sharpen in the sunlight. Silently she beckoned for her arm candy to come closer, ‘claim his territory’ as Erin would say.

“Hi,” Erin extended a hand. “Aleena was it? I’m Erin, Luke’s friend.” Erin seemed to bristle at the thought of Aleena touching any part of her. She rethought her decision to keep the peace with a hand shake.

Luckily for Erin, Aleena didn’t accept the handshake. She huffed, and cuddled into her arm candy’s strange embrace, although it wasn’t that strange to Luke. He figured, it must be weird to have to keep your arm around a person with so many bags on his arm.

So many expensive bags at that. ‘Gold digger.’ Erin thought.

“Well, it was nice seeing you LuLu.” Aleena turned to face Luke, her baby blues turning into an ocean of false emotions, trying to draw him back in. When Aleena saw it wasn’t working, she huffed again, and turned around, walking away from the pair.

Erin burst out laughing once Aleena was out of earshot. “LuLu?” She asked as she clutched her stomach. “God that was like an excerpt from Mean Girls!” Her hand reached out and gripped Luke’s shoulder to steady herself. “Bro I don’t think I’ve ever hated someone so quickly in my entire life. Holy shit.”

Luke laughed for the first time in a few minutes. Erin’s own laugher easily bringing it out from him. “It did seem like she popped right out from Mean Girls.” He told her.

“So who was she?” Erin asked.

“That’s something that I don’t want to talk about just yet.”

“Fair enough.”

***

“Lu,” Erin called from Luke’s kitchen. “What do you have to eat?”

Luke groaned, throwing his hands up into the air with exasperation. “Fucking hell E, you’re a bottomless pit!”

“Speak for yourself you big black hole! You can’t go two hours without eating something!” She shouted back. “You know what?” She called when he didn’t answer, truth be told Luke was too busy sniggering at Erin’s comment to think about anything else. “I want fast food.”

“In-N-Out?” Luke asked, snapping out of his giggle fit.

Erin nodded. “Please.”

While driving to the nearest In-N-Out, Luke and Erin bickered the entire way. They ended up calling Ashton to settle the argument the pair were having. Fortunately Ashton didn’t have to try to settle anything because they were in the drive through, and Erin was squealing about an extra cheesy double double.

“Oh for god sakes Luke,” Ashton said over the speaker phone. “Calm her down please.”

“Don’t you think I’ve tried before?” Luke leaned forward and headbutted his head against the steering wheel. “Ash, the only thing that calms her down at this point, is food or Titanic Leonardo DiCaprio.”

“Hey, don’t hate on Leo and Kate. Their love in that movie was pure. Pure I tell you,” Erin yelled into both Luke and Ashton’s ears.

“Their love?” Luke asked. “E, I’m pretty sure they weren’t in love with each other, and it was all just a movie.”

“He’s right you know.” Ashton butted in. “Leo’s into models not actresses.”

“Oh hush up Ashton,” Erin told him. “You’re only jealous because I could be a model and Leo could end up with me.”

“You a model?” Luke looked at her incredulously while driving up through the drive through line. “E you can’t stop eating!”

“What do my eating habits have to do with my modeling career?” She sassed him. “It’s not like your guys’ eating habits have anything to do with your career in the band.”

“We still have to maintain our image.” Luke said huffing.

“Oh and I don’t?” Erin started to fume. “The difference between you and me Hemmings, is that I don’t care about what people think of me.” She tossed her brown hair over her shoulder.

“Can I hang up now?” Ashton asked. “This is getting way too personal, and I feel like this should be a talk between the both of you.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Luke said as he hung up the phone. “What do you mean when you say that I care too much about what others think?” He turns to her. “You think I care?”

“Yeah I do Luke.” She says as she turns to face him. “You get butthurt over the simplest of things. You got all in your feelings that day we first met, when what’s-her-face came over and started getting all up in your business.”

“You think I can control that? Aleena is my ex!” He started to raise his voice. “That’s not something that I can just get over.”

“Yeah I know you can’t control your feelings Luke! You think I don’t know how you stare at me! You think I don’t see how you’re affected when I say someone is good looking, even though you know I don’t do relationships!” Erin throws her hands up into the air, and sits up in her seat.

“You think I have feelings for you?” He asked incredulously before he laughed. He was still chuckling when he spat out, “Erin, you aren’t attractive to me at all.” But as soon as he said the words, he regretted them.

“Fuck you Luke Hemmings.” Erin got out of the car, while they were sitting in the drive through. “When you get over yourself and learn how to get out of your feelings, come talk to me.” She turned to face him before shutting the door. “Until then, stay the fuck away from me.”

***

Over the next two weeks, Luke stayed away from Erin, not wanting to admit that she was right. And his determination to prove her wrong was tearing him apart.

He missed her. He missed her laugh, and her smile. He missed her awful singing voice, and he missed their late night food drives. He just missed her. He didn’t know it was possible to miss someone this much.

But he did, and he regretted not telling her the truth when he had the chance. But he really wanted her to be wrong.

It was a week after he discovered his feelings for Erin when he texted her.

‘I miss you.’ He texted. The bubbles that told him she was texting back replied not even 30 seconds later.

‘Are you done being a butthead?’ He read. Luke chuckled.

‘Lol yeah,’ He replied.

‘Good, i’ll be over in 5’

When Erin walked through the door to Luke’s house she was expecting a mess, because Luke’s house is always a mess, but she wasn’t expecting it to be messier than usual.

“Damn,” she said walking into the living room where Luke was sitting. “You must’ve really missed me if you haven’t even taken the time to clean your house.”

“E,” Luke breathed as he turned to face her. He got up from his place on the living room floor, and took long strides over to Erin. He brought her body to his in a bone crushing hug. “I missed you.”

Erin hugged him back, her heart stuttering in her chest. “I missed you too, Lu.” She brought him closer to her, wanting to bury herself in him. She pulled away from him not wanting to give him the impression that he could have feelings for her.

They were just friends. Nothing more.

It was harder for the both of them to keep away from each other for long periods of time after that. They had been apart and both found that it wasn’t something that they enjoyed.

Spent nearly every waking moment together. If they were working, they were calling or texting. It got so bad to where Calum and Ashton took Luke out for a road trip before the tour started.

It was agony for Luke. He hated being away from Erin. But he already knew how he felt about her.

Calum and Ashton’s plan was to get Luke away from Erin long enough for her to discover her own feelings. The two were getting on everyone’s nerves, being all mushy and only having eyes for each other, but not doing anything about it.

It was Michael’s job to keep an eye on Erin, and ‘report’ back to Ashton and Calum with how she was progressing on her feelings.

It took longer for Michael to catch on to Erin’s feelings, because she was better at hiding her feelings than Luke was. The night that Michael figured it out, Erin had shown up to his house unannounced crying.

“He’s not at his house.” She said. Her hair was balled up on top of her head, and she was wearing sweatpants with one of Luke’s shirts.

“Who isn’t ‘rin?” Michael asked her. “Luke?”

“Mhm,” she whispered. “I need him home, and he has no service so I can’t call him, and I need to talk to him.” She heaved. Her sobs were convulsing and it looked as if her chest was about to cave in.

“Talk to him about what honey?” Michael asked. When she didn’t answer is when he figured it out. “You like him don’t you?” Erin didn’t answer him again. “Don’t worry honey. I won’t tell anyone.” Erin hugged him.

“Thank you.” She whispered. “He just needs a friend who won’t turn into a relationship.” Michael hugged her closer. He didn’t tell anyone.

When the three boys got back from the road trip, Luke and Erin went back to being inseparable, and just like before it irritated everyone that they didn’t do anything about how they felt.

But Erin was determined not to let anyone know how she felt, not only did she tell Luke when they met that she didn’t do relationships, but she knew that Luke only needed a friend, and she couldn’t be anything more than that to him.

Things didn’t exactly work in her favor though.

***

Five months after Luke had gone on the road trip and had gotten back from the North American Tour, Luke couldn’t take just being friends with Erin anymore.

They were at Ashton’s house while a party was raging around them. Erin was seated in Luke’s lap, and she was laughing at something Mike was saying. Luke wasn’t paying attention, he was too busy watching Erin smile.

When Erin looked back at Luke to see his eyes were on her with tenderness, she blushed and looked away. Everyone groaned.

“Y’all need to fuck, or get together or something.” Calum said. And while Calum was high off his ass, everyone nodded in agreement.

“Bro we’re just friends.” Luke said, looking down at his hands, which were resting on Erin’s waist. “We don’t want anything more than that.” He swallowed the tightening in his throat.

“Well if you guys are just friends you need to stop giving each other googly eyes when you think one of you isn’t looking,” Ashton said while shaking his head. “Driving all of us crazy.”

“Excuse me,” Erin said getting up from Luke’s lap. “I need some air.” Luke knew right away that she didn’t want anyone following her, but he got up and left with her anyway.

Luke grabbed her hand as she was walking away and gave it a tiny squeeze, letting her know he was there if she wanted to talk. His blond curls were falling in front of his eyes, making his vision distort while he tried to focus on Erin pulling him outside.

When the two were outside, Erin broke down in tears. “E, what’s wrong?” He wrapped her up in his arms, and Erin did little to resist him. “I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s wrong love.”

Erin cried harder as she heard the word ‘love’ leave his lips. “Lu, you’d hate me if I told you.” She managed to get out between hiccups.

“I could never hate you E.” He pulled Erin away from his embrace enough to where he could place a hand on either of her cheeks. It was now or never. “I love you too much to hate you.”

Erin cried as Luke confessed his feelings. “I know Lu, I know. I love you too.” Luke wiped away her tears with his thumbs. Erin smiled through the tears. “So much for not catching feelings.”

Luke laughed, and kissed her forehead. “It feels so good to tell you that.” He pulled Erin back into his arms. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“Ditto Lu.” Erin’s arms wrapped around Luke’s middle, wanting him impossibly closer to her. Erin’s brain was telling her to run, run far away from Luke. She needed to get away, didn’t want to hurt him. But here in his arms, she didn’t want to be anywhere else.

Her dark hair was swirling in the air as the wind breezed around the two. Erin shivered, but didn’t want to go back inside to the loud friends who would pick apart their friendship. “Lu?” She asked him, pulling away from Luke slightly. “Can we go home?”

Luke looked down at Erin smiling. “Yeah, let’s go home E.” He kissed her forehead again. He pulled her back into the house to say their goodbyes to their friends.

“Awwww leaving us so soon Lucas,” Michael whined. “It was just getting good! We were about to play-” he hiccuped. “Spin the bottle.”

“Isn’t that for middle schoolers trying to find out who likes who?” Erin asked. “Because you Michael have a significant other.”

“The game was meant-” he hiccupped again. “It was meant for the two of you.”

“Why?” Luke asked.

“Cause you two are taking your sweet time with getting together.” Calum laughed while leaning against Ashton’s shoulder. “Gettin’ tired of watchin’ my friends just lookin’ and not lovin’.”

Erin sucked in a breath, her fists balled up at her sides. One of her hands reached out and tugged on Luke’s shirt lightly, letting him know that she wanted to leave now. “Lu,” she whispered. “I wanna leave now.”

“Okay E,” Luke told her his hand coming down to grasp her shirt. “We’re gonna head out now, see ya lot later.”

“See ya Lucas!” Ashton shouted at them as they left through the front door.

***

When they reached Luke’s house, Erin made her way upstairs to Luke’s room to no doubt steal his clothes and sleep in them like she always did. But when she came downstairs, still in her clothes, Luke was surprised.

“Aren’t you gonna change?” He asked her. “Do I not have anymore clean clothes?”

“No, it’s not that, I need some help out of my dress.” Erin smiled sheepishly. “I can’t reach my zipper.”

“Of course.” This was a common thing between the two, Erin always needed help out of her zipping dresses and Luke was more than willing to help.

He walked over to Erin, as she turned her back to him, moving her long hair out of the way. Luke’s fingers brushed her skin, and she sighed. She didn’t know how to feel with the exchanging of feelings that had occurred between the two. But as Luke’s fingertips left goosebumps on her skin and her stomach in a bunch of knots, she couldn’t bring herself to care.

Luke couldn’t help but bring his lips down to the nape of Erin’s neck, leaving small kisses against her skin. Erin let out little gasps of air, all of which Luke drank in. He made her do that.

“Luke,” Erin whined, bringing her hand up to wrap itself in Luke’s curls. “Kiss me.”

Luke pulled away from her neck, and walked around her, more than happy to oblige to kissing her. When he crashed his lips against Erin’s his heart did little flips in his chest, as he was finally able to kiss her. Her lips were soft, and her mouth glided along his lips smoothly. Luke only pulled away once to look at Erin’s flustered cheeks, and her kiss bruised lips. He breathed an “I love you,” before kissing her again.

Erin’s fingers wound themselves around his curls, tugging lightly, before pulling his face closer to hers. She left a flurry of kisses against his jaw, and his neck, making him moan slightly. Luke pulled her face away from his neck, kissing her again.

He’d never tire of kissing her. Luke’s hands traveled down the expanse of her now exposed back before resting on her ass, picking her up from her standing position. Erin’s legs wrapped around his waist right away. His lips were reattached to her neck, leaving little marks behind. Luke walked up the stairs that led to his bedroom.

Erin’s dress was quickly falling off of her shoulders, nearly leaving her breasts exposed. Once again, Erin didn’t care, she was more than willing to let Luke have all of her. But she knew that once he had her, she either had to leave, or she had to love him - love him better than anyone had ever loved him before. She had her mind set on leaving, but she wanted so badly to give into the latter.

Luke’s room was clean for once, so when walking into it, he didn’t trip over anything that was in the way of him reaching his bed. He laid Erin onto his bed gently, not wanting to scare her out of her feelings.

“I know what you’re thinking.” Luke said as he left kisses down her chest. “You’re thinking that you’ll have to leave me, that it’s good for me.” He rid Erin of her dress. “But doing that would make me very unhappy.” Luke kissed each of her breasts once before continuing, “I love you, and you’ve told me you loved me too, so let yourself be happy for once.”

“Lu,” she gasped as his lips kissed her breasts before taking one of her nipples into his mouth. “You don’t do too well - oh god -” Erin cut herself off with a string of curse words as Luke’s hand made its way into her panties. “With relationships.” She finished softly, writhing underneath Luke. “And I - Luke please feels so good -” she cut herself off again when Luke started rubbing her clit languidly. “Don’t do relationships in general.”

“Please,” Luke said as he stopped rubbing on Erin’s clit almost as soon as she finished talking. “Get over yourself.” Luke sighed moving away from Erin’s body, turning away from her as he sat on the edge of his bed. “It’s annoying when you keep telling yourself and me that ‘you don’t do relationships’. You’re depriving yourself and me from being happy.”

“Luke, I want you to be happy, but we both know that it wouldn’t work between us.” Erin sat up and kissed Luke’s shoulder blade.

“Yes it would, and we both know that, but you’re too blinded by the bad things that have happened to us that you won’t give us a chance.” Luke stood from the bed and walked over to the bedroom door. “I’m sleeping on the couch.”

“But we always cuddle,” Erin whispered getting up. “Lu please.”

“I think I need some time away from you.” Luke said, still facing away from her. “And I can’t do that if you’re not even an inch away from me.” He walked down the stairs slowly, overcome with sadness.

It was thirty seconds later that Erin came down the stairs pulling Luke to her, kissing him fervently. “Lu, I love you, I want you, I need you.” She got out between kisses. “And if you can promise me that you’ll love me, all of me, I’ll stay.”

Erin had gone through the pros and cons of being with Luke. She knew he’d put his all into the relationship, and she knew that he’d love her and spoil her in it. She knew that the fighting was inevitable, they always fought whether it was play fighting or real fighting, but they always worked through it. Another con that she had gone through was touring, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Besides Michael did it all the time with Crystal. They could do it.

“I promise.” Luke kissed her, once again bringing her upstairs to his room. “I promise I'll love all of you. I already do.” Luke attacked her lips with his, his stubble creating delicious friction on her skin. “Gonna make love to you Darlin’.”

Erin wanted Luke to fuck her, but there would be other times for that. She moaned against the cook of his neck as he made his marks on her skin. Erin left marks of her own on Luke’s neck and chest, some drew out long and exasperated breaths out from Luke’s throat.

Luke took his time taking off his own clothes, wanting to tease Erin for making him wait so long. But Erin didn’t mind one bit, she got to see all of Luke. All of him was hers, and she drank it all in. “I love you.” She told him as he caressed her thighs.

He looked at her through his lashes, “I love you E,” he replied. “So much.” He kissed her again, removing his boxer-briefs and her panties from them both. His fingers trailed down her sides, while his mouth kissed every scar, every freckle, and birthmark that graced her skin.

He kissed each of her legs, before he made his way to her heat. His hands had made a path upwards to Erin’s breasts, and he was kneading them to keep her anticipated for what was to come. Luke placed a soft kiss on the skin of her left thigh, so close to where she wanted him.

Luke was a tease. That much Erin knew, she was always getting teased about everything around him, and now sex would be someplace where he teased her the most. Erin didn’t mind that fact one bit. She welcomed his lips as he kissed her mound, and she moaned when his tongue reached out and cupped her clit.

“Luke,” she whisper moaned. “I need you, no more of this foreplay shit.” She whined out when one of Luke’s hands left it’s place on her breast and made its way down to her heat one finger entering her slowly, testing her.

“But I like this foreplay shit. And god, you’re so wet for me.” Luke pushed his finger the rest of of his finger in her, listening to her make her delicious moans. “God, you sound like you haven’t been properly played with in months.”

“That’s because it’s been months dingus.” Erin sassed. His finger plunged deeper inside of her and she lost it. “Been too busy thinking about you to want anyone else.”

“Fuck,” Luke whispered, he removed his finger from her heat before leaning up to kiss Erin on her mouth. “Need you now.”

“Finally.” Erin said. “Was starting to think that you’d changed your mind.” Luke turned to his dresser, trying to pull out a condom when Erin said, “Lu, I’m on the pill and I trust you.”

“Oh good god, testing me tonight baby?” He practically moaned. He moved into the missionary, placing his hands on her hips before pausing. “Are you sure?”

“More sure of anything.” Erin responded. “Make love to me Lu.”

With Erin’s consent, he pushed his aching cock into her. They both cried out at the pleasure, and for Erin, the slight sting. Erin had pushed her head up to meet Luke in a kiss, distracting her from the slight pain in her abdomen.

Luke moved his hips slowly, trying to bring them both into the same pleasure that he was feeling, and Erin lost it. Her mouth detached from Luke’s while she cried out his name. His hips were rolling against her own languidly, wanting to take his time.

Luke’s cock was hitting all the right places in Erin, she was moaning his name and screaming out how good she felt. “Feel so full.” She whispered.

“Feel good baby?” Luke barely got out, his mind was consumed with the ecstasy Erin was bringing him to. His hips continued to rut into her slowly, wanting to make it good for the both of them. His hands which were stationed at her hips moved to her thighs, and he clutched them with his fingers, no doubt leaving nail marks behind.

“So good,” Erin told him, her walls clenching around Luke’s cock. “Stretching me so good.”

Luke’s hips stuttered in their movements as Erin clenched around him. “Fuck, do that again.” Erin clenched around him once more Luke’s cock feeling like it was about to explode. His hands moved back to Erin’s hips so that he could move into her without her moving upward on the bed sheets.

Erin’s fingers made their way into his hair, wrapped themselves in his curls and tugged harshly. Erin groaned again. “Luke, gonna cum, gonna make me cum.”

“Yeah? Gonna make a mess all over me?” Luke’s hips picked up the pace just so they could reach their climaxes. Luke felt Erin’s walls pulsing with desperate need to cum, and this drove him to reach down with one hand to apply light pressure to her clit. “Make a mess pretty girl.”

“O-oh fuck,” Erin cried out as she came. Luke continued to rut into Erin as he rode out her orgasm and he chased his own. “Cum for me Lu,” Erin told him. Her walls clenched around him once more before he spilled inside of her.

Luke had pulled out of her, but remained lying on Erin as she threaded her fingers through his hair. His hands found her waist and he flipped them over, Erin lying on her side with one leg thrown over both of Luke’s.

“I love you,” they told each other at the same time before giggling.

“Sleep now my love.” Luke told Erin. he was smiling softly while stroking her back affectionately.

“Don’t go all soft on me now Hemmings. You get some sleep too you big baby.” Erin kissed his chest, before laying her head over his heartbeat and she listened to this until she fell asleep. Luke not a moment later was asleep too.

***

In the morning they pair woke to loud sounds coming through the front door, and the yelling of the word idiot.

“Takes one to know one asshat!” Luke heard Calum yell. He groaned.

“The boys are here.” He told Erin. “It’s Sunday. We go for breakfast on Sundays.” Luke threw his arm over his eyes.

“Oi!” The two heard Ashton shout. “It smells like sex in here!”

“Fuck off!” Erin yelled. “Get out! I’m claiming this Sunday.”

“Hi Erin!” The door opened as Michael shouted. “Bye Erin!” The door closed.

“What are we gonna do about them?” Luke asked Erin. She shrugged.

“I dunno.” She told him before yawning. “But I’m still tired.”

“Ditto.”

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You Make Me Feel Like Dancing

Disclaimer: All Fairy Tail Characters Belong To Hiro Mashima

"Come on, Gray," Ultear cajoled from the kitchen where she was preparing dinner, "I'm not asking you for much. We all have to pitch in until Mom recovers from her surgery."

“But I already promised Loke I’d go over to his house to play Smash Bros,” Gray complained loudly, earning him a glare from his twin sister.

“You can do that any time, you know how much Wendy looks forward to her dance class,” Ultear reminded him before adding with a glint in her eye, “Are you really gonna make her miss it just so you can go play some video game?”

"Dancing is stupid," Gray grumbled in defeat, and Ultear grinned knowingly. There was no way he would disappoint their little sister, and she knew it.

Gray adored Wendy, she was sweet and kind but almost painfully shy. You could usually find her playing with their white cat Carla, or hiding behind a book. Whenever anyone outside of the family tried to talk to her, her face would turn a worrisome shade of red, and she'd begin to stutter. She was also notoriously clumsy.

Both of these things had decided their mother to put her in a class at the local dance studio a few months ago. At first, Wendy had cried and refused to go, but when she saw her mother wasn't backing down, she caved, even trying to be enthusiastic about picking out her dance outfit and slippers.

After a few lessons, Wendy had slowly begun to come out of her shell. She'd made a few friends, and she'd started dancing around the house, practicing her steps to impress her teacher, a woman by the name of Natsu, if Gray remembered correctly.

Gray had to admit his mother had been right. Wendy seemed to be doing better, she was no ballerina, but it always brought a smile to his face to see her trying her best to dance. He supposed taking her wouldn't be that bad, maybe he could treat her to some ice cream afterward at the shop next to the studio. It would ruin her dinner, but it would serve Ultear right for sticking this on him.

A few minutes later, Wendy stood in front of him dressed in her dance clothes and gazing up at him hopefully.

“You ready?”

She smiled at him and nodded.

“Thanks for taking me,” Wendy confided, ”I was afraid I was gonna have to miss it.”

“It’s fine,” Gray waved her concern away as they started walking towards the studio, “How long is this class anyway?”

“Just an hour.”

“Do I have to go in with you?”

"Nah, you stay in the waiting room, but you can watch me from the TV if you want," She looked down at the ground shyly, and he smiled to himself.

He’d make a point to watch for a little while so he could compliment her. She remained quiet for the rest of the ten-minute walk, gripping her dance bag tightly, occasionally taking her water bottle out for a drink.

They arrived a few minutes early, and Wendy changed out of her shoes and into her pink slippers, chatting with some of the other girls as she did so. Gray was already bored. He was about to sit and play on his phone when he happened to glance up at one of the screens, which was showing one of the classrooms.

A guy was standing by himself in front of a mirror and Gray began to turn away when the guy started to dance. The classroom must have been soundproofed, Gray couldn't hear any music, but it was clear the guy was moving to a rhythm.

Gray had never seen anyone so graceful in his life, male or female. Every movement was fluid, and even though it was clear the guy was focusing on his routine, his face was filled with joy as he moved. It was breathtaking, and Gray couldn't tear his eyes away from the screen, hypnotized by every move.

This guy was fit, his tights, did male dancers wear tights? Well, pants, clung to his muscles and since his shirt was off, Gray could admire his torso to his heart's content. His routine was entertaining, a combination of gymnastic elements and moves that Gray couldn't name but knew he'd seen before. Some even reminded him of martial arts. It wasn't at all what he expected from a dance routine.

Though the quality of the camera was not the best, Gray could definitely tell the dancer was very good looking, and he thought the guy seemed vaguely familiar, although he couldn't pinpoint where from. Gray was so caught up in the performance he didn't notice Wendy and her friends giggling at him until Wendy pulled on his shirt. He grudgingly turned away from the screen and gave her his attention, not hearing the door open up behind them.

"What's up, Squirt?"

“I’ve been trying to get your attention for ages,” Wendy complained, “I wanted to introduce you to my friends.” She narrowed her eyes at him, “Why were you watching the TV anyway? I thought you said dancing was stupid.”

Gray rubbed the back of his neck as he felt the glare of several pre-teen girls and their mothers at Wendy’s words. Had he said that? Well, he'd just changed his mind. Dancing was not stupid at all, it was hot as hell.

“That’s a shame, you certainly have the body for it,” A voice from behind him said, and before he had a chance to turn around or respond to what he thought was a compliment his sister completely lost her shit.

Gray turned around to an unexpected sight.

"Natsu!" Wendy, his usually quiet and shy sister, was squealing with delight, hug tackling the dancer Gray had been watching, who'd put on a shirt and was now surrounded by a gaggle of giggling girls.

Natsu took it in stride, ruffling Wendy's hair and grinning at her. "Hey, Wendy, did you have a nice week?"

All this time he’d imagined Wendy’s teacher as a nice older woman who wore her hair up in a bun and carried a stick around to count off the steps. How wrong he’d been.

Natsu looked to be about his age and dear God, he was gorgeous. His hair was the pink of every flower Gray had ever considered beautiful, his eyes a shade of green that was both warm and expressive, reminding Gray of a warm summer’s day.

Oh my God, I sound like a fucking Hallmark card!

If Gray hadn't already known he was gay, he was pretty sure he'd be having an awakening right about now. He felt the draw of those beautiful eyes as they peered at him with open curiosity.

“You must be Gray,” Natsu directed a blinding smile at him as he extended his hand in greeting, “Wendy talks about you all the time. I’m Natsu, Wendy’s teacher, nice to meet you.”

"I'm Gray," Gray realized to his chagrin that he'd just repeated what Natsu had said. What was wrong with him? He was never this flustered around other guys, no matter how good looking they happened to be, but he couldn't get the way Natsu's lithe body moved as he danced out of his mind. Gray managed to shake Natsu's hand without making a further fool out of himself, and he dearly hoped that Natsu hadn't noticed his infatuation.

Natsu laughed at him good-naturedly, before clapping his hands to get the girls attention. “Alright girls, everybody in the classroom. We have a lot of work to do for the recital.”

The girls who’d been watching the two of them and giggling ran into the classroom in a large group. Natsu chuckled, “Well, they have a lot of energy tonight, I’m going to have my work cut out for me.”

He looked at Gray one last time before waving and entering the classroom, closing the door quietly behind him.

Gray found an empty chair, and before long he was once again glued to the TV, watching transfixed as Natsu had the girls sit in a circle. It was easy to see why all the girls adored him. While Gray couldn't hear what they were saying, he could see Natsu talking enthusiastically with all of them, his hands making broad gestures in the air for emphasis. There was a lot of laughter before he finally got them to focus, leading them in a series of warm-up exercises.

“You’re such a good brother,” A young mother praised him as she noticed him watching the class, “It’ll mean a lot to your sister to know you were watching her.”

Another woman snorted at the praise, but Gray ignored her. He noticed that a lot of the moms were watching the television, fond smiles on their faces.

“Natsu really is very good with them,” the same mother informed Gray, “And he’s an amazing dancer. I saw him compete once, won every category he was in.”

Gray continued to observe, making sure to pay attention to his sister who was by no means the best dancer there, but she made up for it by trying hard, and it warmed his heart with pride. He watched as Natsu took her aside at one point and worked with her when he noticed she was having trouble, encouraging her until she got it. The hour passed quickly, and Gray found he never looked at his phone once.

Towards the end of the class, Gray saw Wendy take a tumble as she tried to do a pirouette. She didn't get up right away, and he stood up quickly, ready to enter the classroom and get her when the door opened, and Natsu came out carrying Wendy in his arms, as the other girls huddled around them.

“I’m sorry,” Natsu announced to the parents, “I’ll need to end class a few minutes early so I can take a look at Wendy’s ankle.”

None of the parents complained, and Gray followed him as he carried Wendy into a back room. Wendy's eyes were shut tightly, and Gray could tell she was doing her best to hold back tears.

“What happened?” Gray asked, even though he’d seen it on the screen.

"She lost her balance and tripped, but she's gonna be just fine as soon as we put some ice on her ankle," Natsu assured both of them, "I checked it, and it doesn't seem to be very swollen, but it's best to treat it anyway."

Natsu set her down gently on a small sofa, motioning Gray to sit by her legs and elevate her ankle. He opened a freezer and moved some of the contents around until he found an ice pack. He knelt down by Gray’s legs as he wrapped the ice pack around Wendy’s ankle.

“You’ve just gotten your first official dancer’s injury,” Natsu’s eyes crinkled as he smiled at Wendy, “You’re definitely one of us now.”

Wendy opened her eyes and gave Natsu a weepy smile in return. Natsu fiddled with his watch and stood up. “Can I get either of you anything to drink?”

When they both shook their heads, Natsu grabbed Wendy's hand and squeezed it before letting go. "Hang in there kiddo, I know it's a little uncomfortable, but you need to keep that on for about fifteen minutes, I'll be back in a few, okay?"

“Okay,” Wendy replied, she took a shaky breath and pouted at the ice pack.

“You were doing pretty well in your lesson, you know, until this happened,” Gray offered, trying to get her mind off her ankle.

“You watched me?”

“Sure, who else would I watch?” Gray regretted his words as soon as he saw his sister smirk at him knowingly.

"Isn't Natsu a great dancer?" Wendy gushed, "He's won tons of competitions, and he has his own YouTube channel!"

He has his own YouTube channel? I am definitely looking that up when I get home.

"Oh, God, please don't watch that!" Natsu groaned as he overheard Wendy's words, "I only have that up so I can watch and compare videos easily. Especially the poomsaes." In the time he'd been gone he'd changed out of his dance clothes and into a pair of jeans and an MCR t-shirt.

He placed Wendy's bag at Gray's feet and put his own on a small table before grabbing a water bottle from the fridge and sitting across from Gray.

“Poomsaes? You do TaeKwonDo too?” Gray asked excitedly, “What belt are you?”

“Yeah, my dad thought Karate was too violent,” Natsu revealed, “I’m a Second Dan black belt.”

“I’m testing for my Second Dan in December,” Gray was excited to find they had something in common. “We should spar sometime,” Gray offered, excited by the prospect, “I could use the practice.”

"Sure, that'd be fun," Natsu agreed, "I have my sparring gear somewhere. I have a few competitions I have to get through first, though, I can't afford to get injured."

“What dojo do you go to? I hadn’t heard of any competitions coming up.”

Natsu laughed easily, “That’s because they’re dancing competitions. I go to Kian over on Broadway. ”

“That’s where I recognized you from!” Gray snapped his fingers in an aha gesture.

"How long have you been dancing for anyway? I was watching you earlier, you're amazing!" Gray gushed and then blushed as he realized how he sounded, but thankfully Natsu didn't say anything about his little outburst.

"Uhm, It feels like forever?" Natsu scratched his head as he thought, shrugging when he couldn't come up with a number. His watch began to beep, and he focused his attention back on Wendy, stifling a laugh as he realized she'd fallen asleep.

"Poor kid, it looks like I tired her out. I'm gonna take the ice pack off her ankle now, and then I can drive you guys home."

“Oh, no, you don’t have to do that,” Gray protested, feeling guilty that he’d forgotten all about his sister as he talked to the guy he most definitely had a crush on.

“I really do, she shouldn’t put any weight on her ankle for a while,” Natsu reasoned as he removed the ice pack, getting up to clean it before putting it back into the freezer.

“Besides, how else am I gonna find out where you live?” He added in a teasing tone.

“You want to know where I live?” Gray asked in surprise.

“Among other things, yeah,” Natsu grinned.

Gray wasn't sure what to make of that response, so he tried to play it cool, "Well, okay then, if it's not too much trouble."

“It’s not a big deal,” Natsu assured him, “Grab Wendy, I have to close up the studio real quick.”

Natsu grabbed his bag and draped it over his arm. He walked through the studio, turning off all the lights as Gray followed behind him carrying his sleeping sister in his arms. After locking up the studio for the night, they walked over to Natsu's car.

Wendy woke up when Gray tried to put the seat belt on her, confused about her surroundings but rather cheerful to see Natsu was still with them.

The short ride home was spent with Wendy firing question after question at Natsu while Gray tried not to stare as he offered directions.

He'd hoped to be able to talk to Natsu some more, but to his disappointment, he saw his father was outside smoking a cigarette. As soon as the car parked in the driveway, Silver Fullbuster walked up to them.

“Is everything okay?”

“Daddy!” Wendy undid her seatbelt and lowered the window, “I got my first dancer’s injury, I’m a real dancer now!”

“Is that so?” Silver smiled at Wendy’s enthusiasm. He peered into the driver’s seat and recognized Natsu, “Oh hey, Natsu! What happened?”

"She took a fall and sprained her ankle, I didn't want her to put any weight on it, so I offered to drive them home," Natsu hurried to explain, "She should be fine in a day or two, there wasn't much swelling."

"Well, thanks for that," Silver peered into the car as he got Wendy and picked her up, "Gray, are you getting out?"

"Uhm, yeah," Gray replied quickly, grabbing the handle and opening the door, "It was nice to meet you."

"Oh, hey, did you want to stay for dinner?" Silver asked, "My other son won't be here, so there should be plenty."

“I wouldn’t want to impose,” Natsu answered politely.

“Nonsense, I insist.”

Gray could almost kiss his dad, he was so thrilled to get to spend more time with his new friend. Okay, calling Natsu a friend might be pushing it, but whatever he was still happy.

Natsu turned off his car and got out, following them inside.

“Gray, could you let Ul know we have a guest?”

Silver put Wendy down on the sofa and handed her the remote while he went upstairs to check on his wife.

"Yeah," Gray replied, leaving Natsu with Wendy as he headed into the kitchen.

“Who the hell is that?” Ultear whispered as she peeked at Natsu through the kitchen door.

“That’s Natsu, Wendy’s dance teacher, he’s staying for dinner.”

“That’s Wendy’s dance teacher?!” Ultear marveled as she gave him a thorough once over, “Damn he’s hot, all this time I thought it was some old lady. Do you think he teaches adults?”

“Hey! Back off!” Gray snapped at his twin sister.

"Oh, ho!" Ultear immediately teased, "Got a crush already? Damn, I should have taken Wendy to her class and made *you* cook!"

“It’s bad enough you’re going to poison him with your cooking,” Gray stuck his tongue out at his sister before rummaging through the cabinets and drawers, collecting all the things necessary to set the table.

“For your information, I made lasagna, so no one is getting poisoned tonight,” Ultear protested, punching her brother in the shoulder.

Gray laughed, "Well, thank God for that, I might have a chance if he doesn't think about throwing up every time he thinks of me."

Ultear smirked and muttered something under her breath as Gray left to set the table.

“Hey, I heard that!”

Ultear giggled and went back to preparing the salad she’d been working on.

xxx

"It means summer in Japanese, my parents met in Japan in the summer, so they thought it would be romantic to name me that."

Gray could hear Natsu talking to his parents as he set the table and went into the living room to join them, watching with a bit of envy as Wendy draped her head over Natsu's shoulder which he didn't seem to mind.

Throughout the conversation, he learned that Natsu's mother had passed away a few years ago, and he was an only child. Before they could ask Natsu any more questions, Ultear called them to the table.

"So, Natsu, what made you decide to start dancing?" Silver asked in between bites, "It's an odd choice for a boy, isn't it?"

“Dad!” Ultear and Gray chorused, both utterly mortified by their father’s comment.

Natsu chuckled, “It’s fine, he’s right. My mom was a professional dancer, she’s the one who first taught me. I like to think it keeps her close to me.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring that up,” Silver apologized, “Do you go to the same school as Gray?”

"I don't go to school actually, I'm homeschooled," Natsu announced, not seeming uncomfortable in the slightest by his father's questions. He took a bite out of the lasagna, and his face lit up, "This is really good!"

“Thank you! At least someone appreciates my cooking,” Ultear glowed at the compliment.

“We mostly get take out since neither my dad nor I really know how to cook, so thanks for this,” Natsu rewarded Ultear with one of his wide and toothy grins and Gray could practically feel her melting next to him.

They got through the rest of dinner mostly unscathed, although Gray did learn that Natsu had ADHD and the reason he didn’t go to school is he’d gotten into trouble a lot with his teachers because of it.

Natsu had to leave after dinner, and Ultear sent him home with a plate for his father which he accepted gratefully. He said goodbye to everyone and asked Gray to walk him to his car.

Gray trudged after him wondering what Natsu wanted to talk to him about, but excited to get to spend some time alone with him.

Natsu waited until they were outside before blurting out, "So, are we engaged now?"

“What?!” Gray stammered in consternation.

Natsu’s slapped his thigh as he took in Gray’s panicked expression, his laugh loud and warm as he quickly assured Gray, “Relax, I was just joking. Dinner was nice.”

“Besides, what makes you think I’d be interested,” Gray grumbled, trying to hide his excitement at the fact that Natsu seemed to be just as interested in him.

“Well for one, I’m pretty sure the looks you were giving me at the studio might be illegal in at least ten states,” Natsu retorted, green eyes sparkling with amusement.

Gray’s face turned ashen as his hopes that Natsu hadn’t noticed his ogling were shattered.

“So, are you going to make me wait until next week to see you again, or can I ask you out on a date, seeing as your sister never actually sprained her ankle.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’ve been teaching your sister for months, and while she can be clumsy at times that fall was obviously faked,” Natsu reported then added with an eye roll, “Not to mention she showed me the wrong ankle.”

"If you didn't think it was real, why did you go to all the trouble to treat it?"

"Well, she's a good kid, and she went to all the trouble, I figured I'd see what you were about," Natsu showed the first hint of shyness as he admitted his intentions.

Gray didn’t know how to respond to that, but he liked the way Natsu could switch from being cocky to shy in the blink of an eye. He decided to ask him something instead, “Why do you like dancing so much? I mean when I was watching you had this look on your face…”

“Well part of it is it reminds me of my mom, but it’s more than that,” Natsu explained looking into Gray’s eyes as he added, “When I was little she taught me that dancing wasn’t really about the steps, it was about freedom and expressing joy with your body. That’s what I hold onto.”

“She sounds amazing,” Gray spoke quietly.

“She was,” Natsu looked sad for a minute but then tilted his head to look into Gray’s eyes as he asked, “So do you really think dancing is stupid?”

Gray was embarrassed at being called out on his earlier words, but he was definitely enjoying having Natsu's eyes on him. He answered honestly, "No, not anymore. I know it's corny, but when I watched you, you made me feel like dancing too."

Gray felt like he’d won a prize when he saw Natsu’s eyes light up at his answer,

"So…uhm date. Yes or no?" Natsu asked, still looking a tad nervous, "Maybe I could show you a few moves."

“I’d like that, you busy Friday night?”

“I am now,” Natsu looked relieved as he took his phone out of his pocket so they could exchange numbers.

Natsu got into his car after promising to call the next day. On a whim, Gray leaned in and kissed him chastely on the lips before gently tapping the hood of the car and waving. “See you Friday.”

Gray snickered at the look of utter astonishment on Natsu’s face, that was immediately followed by a devious smile. It was the type of smile that implied mischief, and suddenly Gray couldn’t wait until Friday, he got the feeling their relationship would be an interesting one.

A/N: This was written for my friend Liz, I really hope you like it!

#fairy tail #gratsu #fanfiction #ftlgbtales #ftfanfics #natsuxgray #natsu dragneel #gray fullbuster #ultear milkovich #wendy marvell #silver fullbuster #fygrequest #for: froppyfrosch

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flying-elliska · 5 years ago

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salut ellie! someone once asked you about your writing and you recommended falling in love with language and finding ways of writing you love. i was wondering, what books and/or writing styles are you in love with? it's just so interesting to know what somehow had an impact on the way you're writing bc i honestly adore your style

wow do you remember that ? that is such a flattering question oh my god. well, i’m still working on it. some of my favorites are (i’m very eclectic lmao) :

- His Dark Materials (it’s a fantasy book series ‘for kids’ but it’s actually insanely deep and philosophic) is pretty much the first book series that made me fall in love with stories, and made me want to write. I think I found it when I was 10, and it completely shaped me. It’s so ambitious and clever, it never talks down to the reader, brings up those amazing worlds and philosophical concepts and is still accessible to kids. Most of all it is so committed to atmosphere, to making it vivid, to really make you go through what the characters are. I’m thinking of it and I can remember exactly certain passages in an almost sensory way : the witch Serafina Pekkala describing what it feels like to feel the Aurora Borealis on her bare skin as she is flying through the arctic. The polar bear Iorek giving Lyra frozen moss to help bandage his wounds after a battle. The grilled poppy heads that the Jordan College scholars at Oxford eat during a meeting. The little Gallivespians on their dragonflies and the way the sun reflects off their poisonous spurs. That’s how you make a story stick ; that’s how you can put in deep stuff without ever making it boring. I am so excited they’re making a tv series because that shit deserves some recognition. And I mean the whole plot about the importance of stories, free will, the horror of religious fundamentalism....always relevant. Philip Pullman’s stuff is great in general, I love his Sally Lockhart series, which is more adult and adventure focused, and is a great deal of fun. And of course, the sequel to HDM he’s been putting out recently.

- I spent a lot of my teen years reading either crime novels or historical novels. (When I think of some of the stuff I read when I was 13 I’m like oh my god what were my parents doing lmao some of that was really horrible.) And I think it gave me a good feeling for suspense and setting, and how important tension is. One of my all time faves is Andrea Japp. She is a French writer who does mostly crime, involving complex/monstrous woman characters and a very sensory, poetic approach to language, often involving food, plants and poisons. My favorite by her is the “Season of the Beast”/Agnès de Souarcy chronicles, which is a crime series set in medieval times, with a cool independent lady at its core, crimes in a monastery, and this very gloomy end of times vibe that I love. I also read a lot of Scandi Noir stuff, I love the kind of ...laconic approach to life. And again : vibe. Vibe is so important. And Sherlock Holmes stories. I love the Mary Russell series that take place in that universe and are basically a big Mary Sue self insert guilty pleasure but are just. So much fun.

- I like poetry a lot - not stuff that is too wordy, but something short, sharp and vivid. i think reading poetry is essential to feeding your inner ‘metaphor culture’. I love Mary Oliver. Rimbaud, too, that I read at 17 and rocked my world. One of my underrated faves is Hồ Xuân Hương, a Vietnamese poet from the 18th century who was adept at using nature metaphors to hide both erotic stuff, irreverent jokes, and political criticism, and correspond with all the great scholars of her time under a pseudonym. Badass. Recently I bought ‘Soft Science’ by Franny Choi, which is about cyborgs, having a female body, emotions and politics and it’s absolutely brilliant.

- I love reading fairy tales, too. Currently reading (i always read a lot of books at once lol) Angela Carter’s Book of Fairy Tales, basically fairy tales for grown ups, collected from folklore all over the world, with an amazing kind of gruesome humor and wisdom. Norse mythology is also so damn funny. That one bit with Thor dressing up as a bride or Loki’s shenanigans...amazing. And I like fantasy, I find it very soothing to read for some reason, my fave has to be Robin Hobb and her Realm of the Elderlings series. And Terry Pratchett, especially the series with Death or the Witches. Just brilliant. Neil Gaiman too.

- I tend to be very impatient when it comes to literary fiction, I find a lot of it is self-indulgent, dreary. I’m a genre reader through and through, I need to be amazed. I loved ‘the Elegance of the Hedgehog’ by Muriel Barbery though. Some stuff by Amélie Nothomb, Virginie Despentes occasionally (they’re French writers with a very dark, wry approach to life, tho the first is more polished acid and the second very punk rock). And ‘Special Topics in Calamity Physics’ by Marisha Pessl is pretentious as hell but a lot of fun, if you like dark academia. Salman Rushdie has a way with language that is amazing.

- I read a lot of non-fiction. At the moment : the Cabaret of Plants (about the symbolic/socio historical meaning of plants and how they shaped history) by Richard Mabey and ‘Feminist Fight Club’ by Jessica Bennett. One I absolutely love is ‘the Botany of Desire’ by Michael Pollan in which he traces the history of four plant species (apple, potato, cannabis, tulip) and how they impacted us as much as we impacted them. I was obsessed with plants for most of my life as you can see lol (my mother is a herbalist and I wanted to become a botanist for quite a while.). Also philosophy/anthropology in little bits. I love Tim Ingold. Things about witches. Anything by Rebecca Solnit is incredible.

- I’ve been reading a lot of YA recently, because it’s fun and quick and keeps me reading, and has a lot of good female characters. Big fave recently : Jane Unlimited by Kristin Cashore. It’s about a young bisexual woman who’s grieving and comes to this weird house full of doors, each of which leads to a different path in life, and we follow her through each choice she can potentially make, each of one becomes a different genre of story : creepy ghost story, spy story, sci-fi, cute romance, etc. It’s so innovative and it’s a story that is also bisexual culture at its core. Also I absolutely love love love love love (etc forever) the Raven Cycle series by Maggie Stiefvater. What she does with language is just so cool, because she stays simple and efficient but uses her metaphors in such a fulgurant, vivid way. Some of her lines are just. bam! genius. #goals. Also Ronan Lynch is probably THE character that helped me the most with my coming out. He’s one of my forever faves. Of course Harry Potter, lmao, I was of the generation that pretty much grew up with him, the last book came out when I was 17. JK Rowling really should just stop rn. But I learned so much from those, about the importance of making your story feel like home, and having a clear emotional journey. And Harry is such a sarcastic little shit, I love him. And I love a Series of Unfortunate Events too, the darkly funny tone of it, the celebration of knowledge and resilience.

- I think in terms of the classics (I had to read in school lmao), I do like Victor Hugo a lot even though some of his stuff just doesn’t fucking stop. I also like Balzac and his Comédie Humaine, he’s very observant, mean and funny when it comes to people (even though it’s depressing.) Colette is my grandma’s fave writer and she is a rockstar, I love her (also hella bi culture). Jane Austen is great, I read Pride and Prejudice in one night straight, I was so hooked. Love Jane Eyre too. I read On the Road by Jack Kerouac while hopped up on opioid pain killers and that’s probably the only way to appreciate it, but it did mark me.

- But to be completely fucking candid, I probably read the most fanfic nowadays still. Esp since I got to college, I need to unwind when I read, and having characters you already know can be so comforting. Now, of course, there’s a lot of fanfic that is just fluff (nothing wrong with that) but I honestly really believe in the literary value of fanfic. Because some of that shit simply just really slaps and is well written. But also as a genre on its own : you just simply don’t get so much emotional nuance, and depth in most other things. Because these are characters we already know and the writers are not afraid to be self-indulgent and plot is secondary, we see shades of things that we never see anywhere else, we see relationships developping in the small things and wow that shit is breathtaking, bro, sometimes. The art of infinite variation on a theme. Even though a lot of fic writers could use a bit of stricter editing, and do stuff a bit too many unnecessary details in here, so does Victor Hugo soooooooo....

lol i could go on forever. i love book soooo much. uni kinda killed my reading appetite, I used to read several books a week when I was in middle school. hope i can get back there (although maybe not as much bc i have a life now lol.) but thinking about everything i have yet to read makes me sooooo happy. I want to get more into sci-fi, English lit classics. Basically I like stuff that’s witty, dark, political, hedonistic, with dry humor, but a warm heart. Stories that celebrate knowledge, curiosity and human weirdness. And that gets to the point. When I get bored by a book, I put it down, because I just don’t have the time. I also hate writers where you can tell that they think they’re better than other people. Misanthropy is boring. Thank you for this question anon I had a blast

#reading #books #book recs #literature #anon asks

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athletiger · 6 years ago

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Bro Code: Cap Hack edition

So you know how MIT put a Cap shield on its dome? Discord kept prompting it, and I thought it would be a perfect addition to my bro code series that I started writing last year (which is now on Ao3 here, please show it some love <3). Anyway, hope you enjoy!

“Rhodey, Rhodey, wake up.”

“What, man?” Rhodey grumbled, pushing away the hands that shook him awake. He turned his head slightly so that he could observe the figure above him, but his other side of his face was still stubbornly mashed into the pillow.

For dead o’clock, Tony sure was chipper, perhaps even too hyper.

“How many coffees did you have, oh my God,” he grumbled. He didn’t want to be awake. He had an eight a.m. for God’s sake. He buried his face back into his pillow.

(Why the fuck did he even register for an eight a.m.? Oh, that’s right, it was the only time they offered for the class he needed. God, it should be illegal for a senior to take an eight a.m.)

“Two…pots, but that’s not the issue here.”

“Really Tony? Two pots? Don’t even. I’m not awake enough to deal with this shit.”

“No, no, no,” Tony said, pouncing on top of him. At the ripe age of eighteen, he’s a happier camper than when he was a young and impressionable freshman. He’s done some amazing stuff at the lab, creating revolutionary bots and projects that were out of this world, and they worked.

As he grew older though, he also gave into his insomnia and went on engineering binges. Rhodey didn’t approve, but he can only do so much to prevent it.

God, he wanted his beauty sleep.

Tony jostled Rhodey’s body, limbs lanky and hard joints digging into his back. “The government found Captain America.”

Instantly Rhodey snapped awake and sat up. Tony yelped as he was thrown off, and he pouted. But he was having none of that. “Come again?”

“The government – technically SHIELD – found Cap,” Tony repeated. “All-American World War II hero?”

“Yea, I got that part, but how do you know about this? Did you hack into the Pentagon again?”

Tony’s silence was all he needed to know. Rhodey rubbed a hand over his face, still exhausted. Really he was too tired to deal with this shit. “Jesus, Tony. One day you’re gonna get arrested and I’m not going to bail you out of Federal prison.”

Tony simply brushed it off. “Their firewalls are so bad a child could hack into them. Don’t worry, I left no trace behind. But that still leaves us with the knowledge that Cap is back!”

“And why am I awake for this?”

“Because you’re going to help me decorate the Great Dome.” Tony looked like he was going to vibrate out of his skin.

Rhodey knew he was going to regret it when he asked, “With?”

“It’s down by DUM-E, but I got ten yards of fabric I’ve got folded up. It’s too heavy for me to carry by myself, but I’ve seen you bench 500 pounds.”

Rhodey groaned. “Tell me you didn’t clean out the fabric store with red and white fabric.”

“Okay I won’t.” Tony looked so unashamed about it too, and he grinned widely. “Come on! I’ve always wanted to do a hack.”

“Fine.”

To be honest though, Rhodey secretly agreed. It would be cool to be part of the infamous club of hackers who managed to prank the school. He picked up the large bundle of fabric and nearly dropped it in surprise.

“Oh my God, how did you manage to carry this home?” he asked, shifting it so that he could hold onto it better.

Tony laughed nervously, carding his fingers through his hair. “Had to make four round trips, and I sewed the thing myself.”

“I can’t believe I’m helping you at three in the morning,” Rhodey grumbled, even as he followed Tony back to the campus in the middle of the night.

Normal people were dead asleep in their dorms at this time of night – thank God they didn’t see anyone wandering about on campus on an early Tuesday morning, and Rhodey didn’t miss the way they seemed to avoid all the patrol cars supervising the area. Still, it didn’t stop his heart from beating hard in his chest, adrenaline sending him into overtime.

“I can’t believe we’re really doing this,” Rhodey whispered, and he watched Tony picked the lock with ease in the dark, tumblers clicking into place before the door opened. He looked out at the courtyard before he slipped inside after Tony. “And you need to stop getting into trouble.”

“Haven’t yet,” Tony replies softly, quietly closing the door behind them closely. He couldn’t see it, but Rhodey just knew that he was grinning.

“When you do, I won’t be there to bail you out.”

Tony laughed. “You won’t because you’ll be right there in jail with me.”

…he’s not wrong.

The dim light of a flashlight appeared at the end of the corridor, prompting them to move away from the entrance to the staircase.

Breaking and entering was so illegal, and Rhodey was sure that he was going to lose his commission if he got caught. Another picked door, and Tony led them through the service door which took them to the roof. Rhodey stepped through out into the cold night air, and his breath caught.

The skyline up ahead was absolutely breathtaking, lights glittering in the night sky. It was a sight that he could never otherwise see down five floors below.

“Beautiful isn’t it?”

Rhodey nodded. “Yeah.”

“I come here sometimes when I can’t sleep to look at it,” Tony said softly. Out here, no one was listening, but it seemed terrible to break the silence with loud voices, and they looked for a few moments longer until Rhodey’s arms began to ache.

“Let’s do this,” he said, handing the fabric to Tony, which he promptly dropped to the floor.

“That’s heavy,” Tony whined, plucking an edge from the pile and beginning to climb the dome.

Rhodey snorted. “You’re telling me? I was the one who had to carry it from our place!” He took another edge of the piece of fabric and climbed up after Tony.

“You’re supposed to be the strong future Air Force Officer. Strength is a prerequisite!”

“I don’t think they commissioned me for that.”

Tony scoffed, and they finished dragging the fabric over the dome.

Rhodey was cursing his life’s existence when he trudged out of his eight a.m. (remind him, why did he take it again? It’s too early) when Tony bounded up beside him, thrumming with excitement.

“We made the news!” Tony whispered excitedly.

The front cover of MIT’s The Tech proclaimed, “HACKED! The Great Dome is covered with Captain America’s shield.”

All in all, the general public seemed confused at the appearance of the shield and the significance behind it, but five miles away, an artist picked up a stray newspaper clipping from the gutter, saw the shield covering the Dome, and his mouth dropped in shock and horror.

“Buck!”

“What?”

He threw the clipping at his friend’s face. “How did they know?”

Bucky pulled it off his face and read the article, reluctantly impressed by the prank. “Dunno man, but I wanna meet whoever did that.”

“I thought I was classified material!”

“You are,” Fury said behind them. “Go find out who learned of this and bring them to SHIELD.”

“Yes, sir.”

#tony&rhodey #tony stark #james rhodes #my fanfic #bro code #mit

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marvellovegalore · 7 years ago

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Communicate.

T’Challa Udaku.

Requested Imagine: Wow that Erik the Wise was breathtaking bro. Also liking your other imagines on here and I’m into seeing what more you put out here. As for me, I’d like to ask for a Tchalla x reader where they have a fight, she is in the wrong, and they don’t talk for a few days, until she goes to him asking for forgiveness.

Note: Sorry babes for the absence, I am back and off the writer’s block. Feel free to send your ideas for imagines and I am probably going to come up with some prompts later in the week. Love, and Wakanda Forever x

Warning: Strong Language, Sexual Content

“Sister Y/N,” Okoye offers a welcoming smile and bow of the head.

“Okoye,” she giggles lightly, “how nice to see you and be back.”

Okoye grins, “We missed you. All of us, but some more than others.” She winks and they both chuckle.

She raises her eyebrow as they laugh, “Did some people actually miss me more than others?” Her tone is doubtful and the general scoffs as she leads her into the palace.

“Of course,” her voice is light and and joyful. “Some of us have lovers who actually stand by us.” She grunts.

Y/N follows her closely, her light smile plastered on her face. “I know you mustn’t be talking about my lover, but someone else’s entirely.” She shrugs, her tone is bitter and Okoye catches onto it immediately.

“Y/N,” she moans lowly, “you don’t mean that.” She halts in front of one of the wide windows that displays the city. “You know he cares about you more than anything else. Dare I say,” she lowers her voice to a whisper, “more than Wakanda.” She looks shocked at her own words but continues, “He has missed you, dearly.”

Y/N shrugs again, seemingly unbothered by her words. “Hm, if only. Then he wouldn’t keep me on these outreach missions.”

“But I thought you liked them, you used to do them before you were a spy.” Okoye questions as they begin walking again.

“When I wanted to, before I found out my capabilities as an agent of the government. And I do love them,” she breathes out in frustration, “but do you really like something when it’s being forced upon you by your boyfriend.” She peers at Okoye.

The general keeps her eyes forward, “I’m sure he’s your fiancé.” She smirks.

“Same difference.” Y/N barks out gently. “It’s frustrating. When he’s away he leaves me here by myself and when I’m away he just so happens to be here in Wakanda.” She sighs and shakes her head. “My job is frustrating enough and having to also visit my family...” she looks at Okoye with wide eyes. “I’m so sorry,” she chuckles, embarrassed at her own word vomit.

“Ha, it’s not how it seems, sister Y/N.” They pause in front of the doors to the councils meeting room. “He loves you, that’s why he asked for you to be his wife. Would he have asked you to marry him if he didn’t want to be around you?”

“Y/N!” A girly yelp sounds behind them followed by some rapid footsteps. “I missed you so much, my sister.”

Y/N turns, welcoming Shuri with a beaming smile. “I missed you too, baby girl.” Shuri kisses her cheek and pulls away.

“Look at you. All glowing, how was your mission-thing?” Shuri pulls at her hair softly.

“It was great,” she sighs.

“See.” Okoye pipes up from behind them with a knowing smirk.

“Good, good, thank god you’re home. I was going to go insane with T’Challa going on and on about you like a broken record.” Shuri rolls her eyes playfully. Y/N smiles tightly.

“Cool.” She says coldly. Shuri raises her eyebrows but mentions nothing of it.

“He’s in a sparring session right now with-“ Okoye begins but Y/N interrupts her.

“Of course he is. I’m just going to go and unpack my stuff whilst he’s occupied with more important things.” The sarcasm in her voice is tangible and it permeates the large corridor.

Okoye’s face falls, “But the servants will unpack your things as always.” Okoye reasons.

Y/N begins making her way slowly away from the two. “I’m going to help them.” She quips.

“But you hardly took anything.” Shuri raises her voice as the distance between them grows.

Y/N smiles defiantly, “I brought back a lot of stuff from the programme.” She turns and walks alongside Ayo who welcomes her back with a gracious smile.

She hears the door open as she shows her maids where to put which clothes and she reflects on the souvenirs she was able to collect on her outreach project.

“My darling,” T’Challa says softly, “I didn’t know you would be home.” He sounds surprised and relieved.

She sighs, and doesn’t turn to him. She bows her head and continues to read a letter given to her by one of the children she taught in India.

“I missed you so,” he hugs her from behind, his arms tangling on her waist, “much.” He breathes her in, taking in her scent, which to him is the most divine of smells.

“Yes, of course, you did miss me.” She dismisses his soft greeting. “Hello T’Challa.” She whistles.

He strokes her neck with the back of his fingers, “Let me see you, my love.”

She doesn’t comply and he frowns, his face scrunching by an inch. He turns her slowly, and raises his eyebrows at her stoic and stone face.

“Now you see me, okay?” She nods and turns back to her letters.

He breathes in, confusion etched onto his skin. “How was your trip?” He moves away from her, letting his arms slip from around her waist limply.

She shrugs. “Good.” She says dismissively.

She collects her letters and souvenirs and puts them back into her satchel.

T’Challa sighs in frustration. “How are you?”

“Fine.” She spits, her back to him as she places her satchel on a shelf of her souvenirs from her travels from work.

“Why are you being so passive aggressive then?” He bites his cheek, his finger goes to twist his ring around his finger, a coping mechanism to not let his negative emotions get the best of him.

“I’m not.” She bites back.

“My love, speak to me. Don’t behave like you are behaving right now, you’re not talkinproperly with me.” He gestures between them, but it’s futile as she doesn’t look at him still and removes her scarf off her neck. He almost growls but he pinches the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know why you are being like this to me.”

She groans, “Oh give me a break.” She huffs out, she finally turns to him. “Now you want to be around me, you want to talk with me and suddenly you can bear touching me.” She raises one finely groomed eyebrow.

He gasps, an incredulous look blanketing his face. “I what?” He stutters, caught off guard. “My love, what in the name of Bast?” He shakes his head, so much confusion swimming inside of him.

“You heard what I said.” She leans against a counsel table. A deadpan expression on her face.

It irritates the man in front of her. “Leave us.” He raises his voice - as if commanding an army.

Immediately everyone working in their bedroom stops what they’re doing and leave the room silently. All their heads bowed, a meagre attempt to not break the icy eye contact between the feuding lovers.

T’Challa watches from the corner of his eye as the last maid leaves their bedroom and waits for the door to close for him to take two steps towards her. “What is wrong with you?” He asks with a scowl.

She remains still, a determined, defiant glare keeps T’Challa’s feet planted on the spot he stepped to.

“You.” She spits out. A spiteful feel crawls up her throat and she decides that now is the time to speak all that she’s kept inside when he basically exiled her to India for two months. “You are my problem. The way you’re making me stay away from you and Wakanda. The way you’re sending me off doing god knows what without even keeping in contact with me properly.” She cries out, the volume of her voice raising per syllable. “What the hell did you give me these beads for if you don’t want to see my face anyway.” She yells out, inching closer to him.

He sighs and she scoffs at his reaction. “You are not taking into-“

“No, no, no,” she interrupts him clapping her hands, “You still don’t want to hear my voice after these two months. Because Ramonda, Shuri, and Okoye and Ayo want to hear my voice.” Her blood boils as she ticks off the names on her fingers as she lists them off.

“Y/N, you will let me speak.” He demands pointedly.

She shakes her head. Wagging her finger. “Nah, you haven’t heard from me in a long time and now that you can’t avoid hearing me - you want to quiet me?” She shakes her head and begins pacing.

A vein popped out his neck as he watched her pace, his forehead furrowed and his arms crossed tightly. “You are being unjust.” He inputs sternly. She glowers and halts in place, her own arms crossed. “I am going to speak, and you, will listen.” He uncrosses his arms.

Her mouth opens, but T’Challa shakes his head and lets out his first word like a spitfire, “No, Y/N. You come back home after two months - in which I have missed you dearly and you are being unusually confrontational.” He growls and pinches lightly the bridge of his nose. “You have cast a dark cloud over this place - instead of bringing with you the positivity you usually bring when you are here with us. With me.” He trails off sadly, he’s unable to comprehend why his fiancée would be so angry with him.

“You miss me - yet you are always sending me off to places to stay away from you.” She shrieks and the vein in his neck protrudes aggressively from under his skin.

“Enough!” He yells over her. “You are acting out of order. Since you are not allowing a dialogue between us to happen, I will take my leave.” He turns sharply and walks out of their shared room.

She sighs in defeat and goes back to some of her trinkets on the bed. She places those that are left on the bed and puts them in her bedside draw. She wipes her slightly sweaty hands on her skirt and goes into her bathroom to refresh herself.

“Shuri, have you seen your brother?” Y/N strides into Shuri’s lab, her voice slightly desperate.

Shuri smiles at her, turning on her swivel chair. “Well, I saw him some hours ago.” She taps some buttons on her pad and places it down her desk. “Just after you two argued.” She gasps as the words leave her mouth. “Because he told me,” she stands up, stuttering, “that you two argued.”

“Oh he did?” Y/N raises her eyebrows, hands poised on her hips loosely.

“Yeah...” Shuri turns her back to her, her tone unconvincing to Y/N. “What? Do you think I was eavesdropping on you two? Because, no.” She chuckles nervously. Shuri’s not one to appreciate being on Y/N’s bad side.

“But you were, and you understand that because he didn’t have an explanation on hand - he’s in the wrong.” She crosses her arms and looks at Shuri expectantly.

Shuri becomes flustered and busies herself with tightening a small screw on a prototype shield. “Hm... well, I was eavesdropping. But I...” Shuri stumbles and chuckles nervously. “I don’t know. He’s my brother Y/N, and I love you as my sister also. I can’t take sides.” She clears her throat and turns to Y/N with the most nonchalant expression she can make.

Y/N hums in disappointment. “Well... I just wanted to know where he is... because I still feel we have things to talk about.” She shrugs. “And maybe, I was actually wrong.”

Shuri sighs in relief, “Thank you Bast!” She squeals and shock overtakes Y/N’s once meek expression. Shuri realises what her sudden outburst has caused and quickly waves her hands as if trying to bat out a small fire. “No, no, not like that.”

Y/N shrugs, “No it’s okay. I realised I’m in the wrong for how I went at him and I just wanted to apologise for how I behaved.”

Shuri nods in agreement, “Not to get on the wrong side of you, but, you did kind of explode on him about stuff he wasn’t to blame for.”

“How?” Y/N questions lowly.

Shuri clears her throat, “Don’t tell him I told you.” Shuri moves closer to her, “He was just trying not to show the Wakanda after the events...” her voice trails off and Y/N moves to her and strokes her arm gently,” Shuri seemingly recomposes herself, “after Erik Stevens came to Wakanda.”

Y/N tuts and strokes Shuri’s cheeks. “Well he didn’t have to worry about me and what saw. I saw the actual destruction happen. Partially.” She concedes and sighs. “Well if you see him or know where he is - contact me.” She pauses, “on the bead thing.” She mutters.

Shuri chuckles, “Kimoyo beads, Y/N.”

“Okay, baby girl.” Y/N laughs as she walks out of the lab, a small feeling of dread pilling in her chest.

With her back leaned against the headboard of the bed she stares up at the ceiling. She attempts to count how many stars line the dark blue sky above her through the glass roof. T’Challa has always been an avid intellectual and when she proposed they get a sky roof he was more than ecstatic with the proposal, so that he and his lover would sleep underneath an intergalactic spectacle.

They’ve made it an unspoken law to always go to bed together and watch the stars so that Y/N could fulfilling her childhood dream of seeing a shooting star in a clear sky. Being from a concrete jungle city never allowed her to see the sky in it’s full glory. Being in Wakanda with her lover allowed her to see a different realm of skies.

She sighs and looks at the clock on her bedside table. She shivers as the digits change to eleven o’clock. She sighs again and purses her lips, “Where are you?” She whispers to herself.

The door opens quietly. She sits up, craning her neck to see the rest of their bedroom. She squints her eyes, trying to see into the dim lighting of the sitting area.

“T’Challa?” She says with uncertainty laced through her words. The fumbling in the sitting area pauses briefly but it continues. She receives no answer for a further minute and she stands from the bed. Her bare feet pad against the warm floor and she leans against the wall the divides the sleeping area and living area.

She watches as T’Challa searches through a draw beside one of the loveseats.

“T’Challa, I’ve been looking for you.” She breathes quietly, but heavily. “I feel like we still have stuff to discuss and I-“

“No, Y/N,” She lets out a muted gasp as he raises his hand at her, “we have nothing to discuss further. And I have no care for your accusations at this time.” He pulls out a dark silver key and drops it into the pocket of his black hoodie.

She gulps and watches for a split second as he turns to leave before she cries out, “We still need to discuss things T’Challa. You’re not going to give me the silent treatment right now, I’ve just came back from a two month exile,”

He raises his hand again and she closes her mouth, “I have no need to speak to you right now Y/N, give me at least until tomorrow.” He sighs as he approaches the doors slowly. His steps echoing in the room.

“Tomorrow is in under sixty minutes.” She crosses her arms, “You should sit here at least - we can reflect together, here, in silence. I won’t even look at you.” She bites her lip tightly.

He shakes his head silently and slips out of the room without another word.

She sat on the end of their shared bed until two in the morning, her eyes never leaving the sky roof once nor did her ears stop trying to fish for noises that would indicate him coming back.

For four nights she waited at the end of their bed. Each night more painful than the other as she would come back from a long, laboured and lonely day. Sure she had made some friends in Wakanda to spend the day with, but they didn’t measure to the man she actually came to the country for. Each of the four nights grew more and more tedious and made the pit in her chest deeper.

Each day Shuri would gave her an apologetic smile and tell her she didn’t know where T’Challa was, and she cursed herself for not being able to use the beads that everyone would be able to contact her on but she didn’t know how to use.

But today she wasn’t having it. She misses her man more than anything in this world and she’s in need of his touch.

“Ramonda,” she taps on the door politely. She hears an excited greeting from the other side of the door and the guard inside the room opens the door. She steps inside of the Queen Mother’s room, feeling the aroma of sandalwood and the light warmth from the sun coming through the windows.

“Y/N, how nice of you to stop by so early.” Ramonda stands from her study, her dreadlocks loose and framing her structured face.

“Thank you,” she bows her head, “I know we’re having lunch later but I just need to find T’Challa, preferably as soon as possible.” Her eyes dart around the brightly lit room.

Ramonda smiles knowingly, “Well I’ll tell you where he is - if you come to lunch on time this time, because you won’t be looking for T’Challa.” She sits back at her study, a coy smile gracing her lips. “He’s in the training grounds at this moment.”

“Thank you!” She sighs, her first smile since she came back making Ramonda smile also.

“Don’t, mess, this, up.” Ramonda points at her. A berating look directed at Y/N as she walks backwards to the doors.

“I won’t, I promise.” Blowing a kiss to Ramonda she almost crashed into the guard posted at the door and they all chuckle.

She jogs lightly into the courtyard.

She watches as T’Challa squares up with a farming tribe warrior. T’Challa’s strength is unmatched as soon as the warrior launches himself at T’Challa, he’s already knocked out cold on the floor.

She watches him from afar as he exchanges some words with other fighters, seemingly untouched from the sparring. But his body glistens with perspiration.

She tiptoes closer to him, her breathing shallow and her hands get clammier with each step she takes.

He turns to her before she can address him first. He sighs and bids the warriors he was talking to goodbye and turns to his fiancée.

“Y/N,” he breathes out and nods.

“I’m sorry, and I miss you.” She almost cries, relishing the fact that this is the first time she’s seen her boyfriend since he left their bedroom. “I’m selfish and-“

“I’m sorry for always interrupting you but let’s just move away from here.” His hands go to her arms and he guides her from behind. He walks them to a small alcove away from the main training yard, but they can still hear the cheers and yells of the battling warriors.

T’Challa leans against the wall across from her, his eyes are focused on her and his eyes almost perforate her soul.

She gulps and lets out a shaky breath. “I’m selfish, I acted selfishly. I treated you horribly and I only realised how wrong I was after you left that night and I didn’t see you for all these days. I miss you and I need you.” Her lip quivers and she bites it, keeping it still. She wills her tears away, her throat pains her as she watches T’Challa expectantly - waiting for his response.

He sighs and rubs a hand through his hair. “Ah, my love, I forgave you the next day, but it was your stubbornness that kept you away from me. You could have found me at any point over these four days.” He chuckles.

She sighs and bounces off of the wall she was leaning against. “I’m sorry. I’m too stubborn for my own good.” She rubs her cheek. She almost glides to him, she’s so close she can feel the breeze coming from his mouth, it warms and almost drives her mad with longing.

“I forgive you.” His fingers dance over her cheekbone, a smile flutters over his plump lips. “You didn’t have to shout at me, I understand that I haven’t been giving you the attention you deserve. But it’s because I’m so busy now,” he sighs as hugs her waist, bringing her body flush against her his, “I don’t want you to stay here and wait for me to come back from trips abroad. I want you to still do the things that fulfil you and keep you occupied so that we don’t have a worse problem of you here in Wakanda doing nothing, my love.” She nods in agreement. “But I’ll try and communicate better with you. Also, you don’t worry about that anymore - most of my duties will be conducted here until we get married my love.” He leans in and leaves a lingering kiss on her lips.

She grin, “Aw, baby.” She sighs and kisses him back, pecking the corner of his lips. “Yeah, we just need to communicate better, my love.” She peppers small kisses on his jaw. A noise from the back of his throat tells her he’s enjoying the tender touches on his bearded jaw.

His fingers dig into her dress, as her kisses descend on his skin and the cheers increase behind them. She pecks his collarbone and he groans out, her hands palm him through this pants.

“My love - we mustn’t do this here.” He huffs out as she unbuttons his pants.

“We can, I’ve missed you,” she whispers, the noise from the fighting warriors drowning out the noise of her messy kisses on his thighs. “And if you’re quiet we can get away with it.” She kiss the tip of his dick, and she licks it slowly. She teases him more and and he clenches a hand in her hair. His fingers tighten as her mouth dip onto him and she bobs her head.

She hums on him and strokes his thighs and looks up him with clouded eyes. Clouds of lust darken her eyes and not even the lights that line the floor are able to lighten the dark and sinful look on her face.

He moans, “Oh shit,” it’s one of the only times T’Challa cusses, And if he does it’s because the pleasure he’s receiving is unparalleled and is driving him over the edge.

The grip on her hair makes her stop and she takes her mouth of off him with a small pop signaling their disconnection. He lets out a long breath and picks her up and rips her knickers off. Her hoists her up and pins her against the wall of the alcove.

“I have been craving you so much, my dear.” He tucks his head into her neck and inhaled deeply. His finger toys with her pearl at a hypnotic pace and she rolls her head back. He drops small, wet kisses on her neck and moves up to her face.

He gazes into her eyes as he slides his tip to her entrance, slowly. She gasps as he puts just the tip inside. “I love you.” He reminds her, with the trace of a smirk on his lips.

“I love you too.” She grip his shoulders, with her nails scratching his skin.

He devours her lips as he slams himself completely into her. They moan into each others mouths, they breaths conjoining and sending the sounds of their love into the air, it get gets lost into the craze of shouts from the warriors one wall down.

T’Challa kisses her harder, his hand gripping her bum cheeks with inhuman strength. Her mewls and moans are drowned into his own mouth. His tongue licks every carnal desire of hers on her tongue. Her hands groom his coarse hair in a desperate attempt to keep her soul in her body and to grip onto her consciousness. She pulls away from his mouth, taking a deep breathe in, her lungs pleading for some oxygen. She bites onto T’Challa’s shoulder as he rams himself inside of her. Her cries echo faintly on the stone walls of the alcove as his hips hit her, the noise of skin slamming skin seemingly competes with yells.

He kisses her lips again, he almost devours her with uncharacteristic greed and craving. He breathes into her as his high overtakes him.

Her body feels like a warm breeze and a brio unlike any other. Her skin feels like the most refreshing body of water; and her lips are the pit in which men would desperately delve into to find the garden of Eden.

She finishes spilling onto him and he waits until her breaths are no longer short and her eyes refocus. He watches her as she balances herself on the ground and wipes the sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand. “I love you,” she mumbles and kisses his lips softly.

“I love you more.” He mutters against her lips.

“I need to go,” she pulls away from with her eyes closed, “I have lunch with your mum.” She grins and kisses him.

“Maybe I should come.” He chases her lips and kisses her. “You can’t blame me,” he chuckles as she rolls her eyes, he holds her tighter keeping her connected to him, “I haven’t seen you in two months.” She laughs with him and leads him to her future mother in law’s quarters.

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baekthecorgi · 7 years ago

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rewrite the stars (haechan) part i. genre: royalty au, slight fluff, angst summary: after 17 years of living normally, haechan receives a life-changing announcement waiting on his doorstep.

prologue. | part ii.

let’s get this on gurlies <3

it’s almost a month since you’ve last seen your best friend walk out of your doorstep

every friday night just wasn’t the same anymore

no one cuts your split ends during algebra

you don’t know why he does that but you kinda missed it :(

no haechan to fight with first thing in the morning

istg that boy’s voice shouting at 6am made you want to rip your hair off

no haechan to finish your food (sneakily ofc) during recess and lunch

no haechan to walk home with at 7:30pm sharp after he buys chocolate from 7/11

to which you grab and take a bite off lol

simply, no haechan.

it really sucks tbvh

the dreamies were confused as well

haechan doesn’t answer to all your calls and messages

you talked to mark privately, asking if he knew haechan’s whereabouts

but you were replied with an abrupt shrug and a confused expression

your classmates were wondering about the class clown too

once, after class, you approached your homeroom teacher and asked if he knew any news about haechan

(you haven’t seen his mom for the past weeks too)

were they abducted omg

your best friend might be in another dimension who knows ?????

your teacher simple shrugged

it was fishy but jeno told you to let it go

"it was probably nothing”

“i can read people’s faces, jeno. he knows something.”

“well, can you read my face”

“no, what does it say”

“it says ‘i’m hungry’ and we need to go to chenle’s place before he hides the chips, that selfish bastard”

all of you were at lele’s house, taking a breather from the midterms

you, alongside with jaemin and renjun, were preparing snacks for the kids

lol mark wyd

suddenly, chenle starts screaming his head off

or was he laughing at what he saw

but damn that kid is freaking loud

“HAECHAN IS ON THE NEWS I CAN’T BELIEVE”

“chenle, you really have to chill, dude,” jisung shoved the latter aside to see what chenle’s rambling about

“OH SHIT HE IS ON TV”

“thanks for the spit take, park jisung. now i have to take that stain off the carpet.”

the three of you rushed in front of the tv, quite dumbfounded by the news

you had a clue but this reassured you of what you thought

BREAKING NEWS: AFTER 18 YEARS, SOUTH KOREA’S MONARCHY IS ALIVE ONCE AGAIN

the dreamies were all ears on the news report and the interviews

the royal family held their very own press con regarding this matter

and haechan made this short speech proclaiming that he is prince donghyuck

the next heir to the throne

your best friend ?????

an heir ???? to the throne ????? of this country ?????

sokor will sUFFER

just kidding

you have confidence in your best friend, duh

but you needed an explanation the very moment he steps into your line of sight

if you ever see him again sigh

renjun switches off the tv in disbelief

and mark just...laughs ????

“i knew it lmao”

renjun heaves a sigh, “i am honestly so confused”

mark asks, “remember that ring he swears his life upon”

“yeah, the eyesore?” jaemin responds

“yup, that’s the one”

chenle butts in the conversation, curious. “what does it have to do with this whole lost prince case?”

“if y’all were actually paying attention in your history classes, you would have figured it out by yourself,” mark says, matter-of-factly

within a split second, all your mouths were shaped like an ‘o’

history was boring until haechan was involved

“the ring the crowned prince wears,” jaemins adds before plopping his back on the sofa

jisung utters a soft, “i thought it was a cheap knockoff”

the next morning, you woke up to a pick-up truck parking in front of haechan’s house

bothered, you quickly got up on your feet and chased one of the workers to know exactly what the hell was going on

why the heck were they emptying your best friend’s house

you were ready to sue their asses

but, no, nOTHING

N O A N S W E R S

you rode the bus all the way to school pondering on the recent events

your mind was losing its cool

you were so worried, so scared for him and his well-being

is haechan sleeping well? is he eating well? where exactly is he?

renjun was starting to look after you as well since you looked stressed out

he could tell from the bags starting to darken under your eyes

“hey, you okay there?” the auburn-haired chinese asks

“actually--”

“wHOAH IS THAT HAECHAN”

there goes zhong chenle

you didn’t know if it was because you ate so little the past few days but your knees suddenly grew weak

your knees match with the jelly you ate for dessert last night

haechan’s hair was jet black and you didn’t know what you were supposed to feel about that

i mean, he looks extra stunning cause it was a perfect fit with his uniform’s yellow blazer

haechan rarely styled his hair but

god, those locks of hair curled neatly in different directions made you want to run your fingers on it

and you can feel your palms sweating heavily as haechan makes his way towards the dreamies’ tables

“can i sit here? the other tables are full”

haechan looks so soft and dream-like and ethereal and you’re making a fool of yourself cause you’re running out of adjectives to describe him

not to mention, haechan plastered a small smile for the ladies staring at his direction

haechan, being the big flirt he is, tidies his blazer a bit

ofc the girls all swooned was that even a question

cue the jealous you

jaemin smirks, “his ego is so visible; i can almost watch it grow”

“i’d carve that smile out of his face if it meant deflating his ego,” you mutter under your breath

“threatening me? already? how sweet”

you turn to haechan, arms crossed, right behind you

oH PLEASE SOMEONE NEEDS TO SAVE YOU

YOU ALMOST FORGOT TO BREATH

WHY WAS HE SO BREATHTAKING UP CLOSE ??????

?????????????

you composed yourself, rolling your eyes at your best friend while the other dreamies held back their giggles

they know lmao

they could see the invisible sweat rolling down your forehead

“you weren’t suposed to hear that. kidding aside, you look--”

handsome was the word but you said, “--nice, prince donghyuck”

“it’s still haechan for you but thanks, peasant”

you punched him on the arm

upon hearing your bones crack, haechan broke into a laugh

ah, yes, your best friend was definitely back alright

he loves seeing you suffer

you also like hearing his melodic laugh and that bright smile when he makes fun of you

have you ever noticed how long and perfectly curled his lashes were

oh and his lips look particularly pinkish today

very kissable

mark felt you lose yourself again with haechan beside you so he breaks the momentary silence

“bro, you have a lot of explaining to do”

“i know, i know. you missed me the most, didn’t you?”

“are you sure it’s me who missed you? the most????”

mark just had to emphasize

“i beg to differ,” chenle and jisung said in chorus

jisung practically gave you away

“ahhhhh, so it was this dork right here, huh?”

the dreamies being dreamies stifled their laughter

“i got you a present but it’s at the mansion”

“wow, my loser’s living at a mansion now”

“you heard jeno whisper to renjun, “she just said ‘my loser’. she is done for, i tell you.”

good thing haechan didn’t notice

“apparently, your loser is also a prince”

how wrong were you lol

“stop saying things like that, prince donghyuck,” you gushed playfully, “you’re making my heart race"

“maybe i like making your heart race”

“get out of here, you greasy cheeseball”

true to your words, your heart was actually starting to beat faster than normal

maybe it’s nice to assume that haechan likes making your heart race

renjun scooted closer to haechan, “kim yeri at six o’ clock”

or maybe not

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fivescuddles-blog · 7 years ago

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i dare you | richie tozier

requested: "Could you do a reader x Richie imagine where they're good friends but always roast each other etc. but eventually one day when they're just doing whatever and talking Richie says "I dare you to kiss me" and then y/n actually does and then it's all fluffy but awkward ❤❤" - @my-special-fort

summary: richie and y/n are just bros being bros, until a certain dare turns them into something more.

characters: richie tozier, y/n, beverly marsh, bill denbrough, eddie kaspbrack, ben hanscom, mike hanlon, stanley uris

warnings: i think i used the word ass once? lmao but that's all

a/n: hope you like it!!

"See, we're nearly at the top!" Bev cried, pointing forward towards the very top of the hill.

Yeah, you'd only been walking for around an hour.

You see, the losers had decided to take a 'lovely', 'little' trip up the mountain.

It was not lovely.

It was not little.

It was downright annoying

"Hey. Hey. Hey, Y/N," Richie poked you in the side multiple times, trying to get your attention.

You turned to him in a fit of rage. "What, Richie?!"

"Your mum." He grinned at you, his glasses glinting in the sunlight.

You shoved him away, causing him to fall on his ass and the squad to erupt in laughter.

Eddie smirked. "Not gonna lie, you kinda deserved that, Trashmouth." Richie rolled his eyes and stood, dusting himself off.

God, look at him with his stupid face, and stupid glasses, and... adorable smile... no! Stupid smile!

You shook your head fiercely, slapping yourself for good measure, Stan looking at you like you had lost the plot all together. You sighed lowly and looked away, gazing out onto the vast green hills and trying to divert your gaze away from your idiot friend whom you had come to love very dearly.

It was unexpected, sure. You had never thought even in your wildest dreams, that you would fall for the Trashmouth who was even worse than you. He always seemed to have a comeback just waiting to be unleashed as soon as you opened your mouth.

But he just happened to have an effect on you. And it was a very annoying effect indeed.

Suddenly, Bill flopped onto the ground in front of you, jerking you out of your thoughts.

"Y/N, you seem really jumpy lately." Ben stated, tilting his head.

Mike frowned. "Yeah, anything wrong?" He enquired.

You smiled and shook your head. "Nah, just um, school that's all." You shrugged and began walking over to the edge of the mountain, peering over the edge into the abyss of trees and lakes.

Breathtaking.

What you didn't realise, however, was the curious eyes behind thick glass frames following your every move.

Breathtaking. That was what Richie's throughts currently consisted of.

He was desperately trying to think of something to grasp your attention, something funny or endearing. Yet, what came out of his mouth was neither of those things.

"Hey, Y/N/N, I dare you to eat that grass."

There was a collective sigh around the group, everyone not wanting their friends to start this once again.

You see, yourself and Richie were extremely competitive people, always competing to be the best. This included daring each other to do things at random times. Neither of you had ever backed down from a dare before, and that was your primary aim. To get The Richie Tozier to back down and give in.

You spun around and smirked at Richie, before leaning down and pulling a wad of grass from the moist earth. You then proceeded to shove the wad into your open mouth, the wet vegetation sliding down your throat, the bitterness making your face cringe in distaste.

"Ew."

Richie began to laugh as the rest of the losers groaned and cried in protest.

"Y/N, do you know how unsanitary that is?! There are so many germs on even one blade of it!" Eddie gagged, shuddering fiercely.

You giggled and ruffled his hair.

"Aww, worried about me Eds?"

He rolled his eyes and pushed your hand away. "Yeah, totally," he replied, sarcastically.

Richie gasped. "I feel betrayed! How dare you hit on my girl, Eddie Spaghetti! You're no longer my friend!"

Eddie sighed and glared at his friend. "I swear if you call me at one more time I will shove those glasses up your-"

"Beep beep Eddie." You giggled, finger gunning your friend,

A chorus of laughs sang from the group, including some from Eddie. Richie rolled his eyes, poking his tongue at you also.

You smirked at him and placed your hands on your hips. "My turn, Rich. I dare you to climb to the top of that tree."

"Challenge accepted."

It went back and forth like this all day, the dares getting more extreme each time.

Eventually, the losers were tired out and simply laying down on the large rocks that littered the mountain top, enjoying the company of the light wind that brushed the peak of the mountain.

Richie and yourself were laying together, side by side on the now dry grass, watching the puffy clouds float past. A simple moment, yet so very relaxing.

"Hey, Y/N/N?"

You looked through the corner of your eye, catching sight of the freckled face now facing you. Turning onto your side, you gazed at Richie, noticing the way his nose was slightly scrunched due to the light breeze, and how his pale skin was dyed pastel yellow in the sunlight. How his eyes glistened, and the red tint to his cheeks.

You were happy to lay with him here.

"Yeah?" You whispered back.

He smiled softly, closing his eyes for a second, causing his long black eyelashes to flutter in the air.

"I dare you to kiss me."

You felt a rush of heat to your cheeks, looking at him to see if he was actually being serious. A cheeky smile had implanted itself onto his face and his eyes held that adorable mischief, like a child who'd played a prank on his mother. However, you decided to go for it.

Before he'd even realised what was happening, Richie was feeling the delicate sensation of your lips on his. It was quick, hesitant even, and over in a few seconds. But oh, he loved it.

You pulled back and closed your eyes, not wanting to look him in the eyes. Nevertheless, when you opened your eyes you were met with his deeply staring into your own. The smile had not left his face.

The moment, though slightly awkward I'm not gonna lie, was perfect.

Until he opened his mouth.

"You are such a loser."

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Into the night - Chapter 117

He watched her sleep, he was so tempted to wake her and ask her again, scared that the moment would be gone in the morning..no he couldn't do that, looking at her in the semi-darkness he could still see the dark circles under her eyes, she needed her rest, this was probably her first good night sleep in a long time and he needed to do this properly with a ring.. So he just put his arm around her and lay his head on her long, brown hair. The next morning her eyes fluttered open, the soft yawn in her ear startling her, what? Where was she? oh..last night..the sweet memories of their lazy lovemaking started drifting back..”good morning” his voice whispered in her ear before he dotted a few butterfly kisses on there and his hand that had held her through the night squeezed her stomach. “Hey..” she turned to face him with a more than satisfied grin dancing on her lips, kissing his “I think I..fell asleep, didn't I?” she groaned as she pushed her hips against his groin, “Yep..” his hand slipped over her butt, giving it a good squeeze before he gave it a playful smack. “I'm so, so sorry..can I make it up to you?” she purred seductively while her hands slowly roamed that athletic body of his, “you could..but..” he started, he so wanted her to because he was already hard and his arousal was beginning to ache “I don't want to be late..” he groaned and reluctantly let go of her. But then she kept kissing him “the hospital can wait..besides..” she pushed him back in the cushions and crawled on top of him, rotating her hips over his twitching hard cock “I have the impression this won't take long” she whispered as she put her hands on his chest and impaled herself on it, letting him slip inside of her ever so slowly until she was completely filled and moaned blissfully under the sweet pain of that thick and hard intrusion of him. His hands caressed their way to her hips over to her butt, smacking it again and her eyes had a newfound lust in them as she looked at him “you really like that, don't you?” he grinned, feeling her muscles squeeze tighter around him as he smacked it once more. “God yes..” she throatily sighed while her hips finally started moving on him, up until last night she had often been too tired for sex, it had always been more than satisfying but now that she found a new hope, she felt more than ready to start tapping into new, more daring physical possibilities, one thing was for sure though, she would do her very best to step more into his world so he would never have to go looking for sex with somebody else ever again. She looked absolutely breathtaking, her body moving back and forth on him while her eyes closed each time she released and then pushed herself back over him, so he met her halfway and sat up with her, putting his hands on her breasts and sucked her nipples. She was right, he wasn't gone take long, her weight pushing down on him, her walls clenching and unclenching so rapidly, pushed him further and further towards another release.

”So? How did it go?” Shannon, who just came walking in as Jared came down the stairs, asked but Jared just gave him a mysterious smile as he headed into the kitchen, “well?” Shannon followed him like a puppy, anxious to hear some good news. Jared switched on the waterkettle and then went straight to the cupboard to get a few cups, playfully ignoring his brother, “don't play with me, man, is she still here?”. Jared grinned as he poured some hot water over the tea “yep, she's definitely here..” but that answer didn't do anything to satisfy his brother's curiosity, “And..??? how did it go?? did you two..??” he suggested, “Not that it's any of your business but yeah we had sex, and yes we're back together again, is that what you wanted to know?” Jared just couldn't stop that stupid grin on his face, just yesterday he had been so depressed and now..now there was a light..the future was slowly starting to build itself again. “That's fantastic news! Way to go bro!” Shannon bumped his fist against his brother's arm, “Thanks..listen, Shannon, about that..there's something I need to talk to you about” Jared bit his lip, he was still deadset on going through with this, even after a good night's sleep, he was sure he wanted to go through with it, more sure than ever in fact. Shannon looked at him with a raised eyebrow when he turned all serious “I'll need a ring..because I'm gonna to ask her to marry me..wanna help me look for one?”, Shannon's expression was priceless, going from amused to shocked in just a second “what? You're what?..” he stammered “I mean, that's great..but..are you really sure about this?”. Jared nodded “I'm absolutely sure..she's the one..so how about it? Wanna help me with that ring?”, Shannon nodded, he was going to be happy for his brother even though he was still in shock, he just didn't want him to make such life changing decisions when there was still so much uncertainty about Jordan's health issues “absolutely! Sure! When do you want to go?”. Jared heard her come down the stairs “I'll let you know, but please..not a word, ok?” he quickly said before the door opened and Jordan walked in, stopping in her tracks when she noticed that Shannon was there as well “Morning se..xy..! Oh, hi Shannon” she stammered. “Jordan hey..I..uhm..need to make a phone call, excuse me” Shannon mumbled, shuffling out of the kitchen as quickly as he could, “is he ok? Did I say something wrong?” Jordan walked up to Jared who pulled her against him “He's just fine, don't worry about him, so..how are you feeling?” he kissed her. “I'm feeling good..more than good in fact and I owe it all to you, thank you, you were amazing” she whispered against his lips, “no, we're amazing and the fun part is that we get to repeat what we did last night, every night from now on for the rest of our looooong life together” he stole another kiss. Groaning she pulled away from him, “hey hey hey” he stopped her “I know, ok, I know you're scared..but we'll take it one step at a time, ok?, I'm gonna be there with you..” he softly said, cupping her face. All she did was nod, she was trying to put on a brave face, he could feel and see it, “Yeah, I'm glad I don't have to do this alone..not now anyway..I just wish Noah was here..I miss him” she breathed. “I miss him too, but we'll get him back, I promise, we'll win this and then we'll finally get our happily ever after” he pulled her in for another hug, her hands lifted and balled into the fabric of his shirt “I hope so..I don't know what I would do without him”.

The drive to the hospital was almost uncomfortably quiet, Jordan didn't say much, her mind was clearly elsewhere, no mattter how hard he tried to lift her spirits or ask her something trivial, everything was met by an absent 'Huh?', 'yeah sure' or 'I don't know' and she had zoned out completely by the time he parked in front of the hospital. “Come on, let's go get you tested” Jared pulled the keys out of the ignition and just when he wanted to open his door, she shook her head “No..I'm scared..I can't do this..”, Jared looked over his shoulder at Shannon who had come along and whispered “we'll be right out, you go inside and tell them we're here so we don't miss our appointment, ok? We'll be right there”, Shannon understood their need for a moment of privacy, nodded and got out of the car. “Honey, listen to me” he turned his attention back to Jordan who sat there shivering and biting her lip, “it's just some tests, ok? Just remember that this could mean you could have a new heart in a few days and the sooner you get that heart, the sooner you'll feel like new..we could go do fun stuff together, as a couple and as a family..”. Anything he was saying was barely convincing her so he put the truth card on the table “listen honey, the only reason that judge won't let you have custody over Noah is that silly, old heart of yours, so the sooner you get that transplant the sooner he will see that you do have a future and that you, we, can take care of Noah better than anyone else, ok? So please, let's just go do these tests?”. Slowly she turned her head and stared at him for a few seconds before she turned her head again and looked at the tall building in front of her, he knew she was mentally preparing for the difficult climb of the mountain ahead but then she nodded and her hand reached for the doorhandle “ok”. Her hand folded into his as they walked to the cardiology unit and he gave it a firm squeeze so she wouldn't just turn around and make a run for it as they saw Shannon accompanied by a couple of doctors waiting for them. “Miss McLeod, Mr. Leto” the cardiologist greeted them both with a firm handshake “I think it's best if we discuss the details in my office first before we start the tests..shall we?” the doctor gave her a reassuring smile and then gestured for them to follow him.

The office was airy and bright, nothing that predicted matters of life and death were being decided upon here, Jordan sat down, her hands trembling as she put down her handbag, it was the only thing that betrayed how much she was beginning to panic, her heart was going to be lifted out of her chest and replaced by another, this was crazy and scary and totally unreal..OK, calm down McLeod, just breathe and calm down. The cardiologist picked up on her nervousness and sat down behind his desk, leaning towards her “First of all, Miss McLeod, I know how daunting this probably is for you, you know being on that transplant list for quite some time now and then all of a sudden you get our call..today is gonna be about doing all sorts of tests, because we might have a new heart for you in a short matter of time and we need to check the results of those tests for compatibility”. Jordan took a deep breath and nodded “when you say that you might have a new heart, does that mean that there's someone who's..uhm..” she didn't want to sound stupid but it was her way of dealing with the reality that there was someone dying out there whose heart she'd be receiving. “The donor is being kept on ventilation right now as hopes are really small for that person after a heavy car accident..we did get full consent of the family for transplant of multiple organs including the heart..when the moment comes.., so you'll understand that we'll need to act quickly..” the doctor sat up again, putting on his reading glasses to look at the results of her last test. “I need to be honest with you, Miss McLeod” every inch of reassuring smile dissapeared from his face again as he looked at her “of all the names on the list, yours' immediately stood out, you need a transplant..time is very much of the essence in your case”. Jared's hand landed on top of hers', wanting to comfort her but she could feel how the doctor's words upset him as well, through his touch “I know..I know..” was all she managed to say as a tear trickled down her cheek. “We're doing our very best to find a solution for you, Miss McLeod, I can promise you that and with a bit of luck we just might have found it..” the doctor tried to comfort her as well and stood up “so why don't you follow me and we'll get you tested”. Jordan quickly wiped the tear away and nodded “Mr. Leto, if you want to stay here, we can discuss the practical side of the procedure while we wait”.

'Stand stil', 'look up', 'take a deep breath', 'exhale', 'turn', 'as hard as you can', 'sit up' she was being bombarded with commands from a number of nameless doctors and nurses hiding behind surgical masks and all that did nothing to calm her hammering heart even though she was told several times to calm down and try to relax. Another needle pierced the skin of her arm, did she have any blood left in her body? “Ok, that'll be all” the nurse said as she put all the tubes of blood in a holder with her name on it, “you can get dressed now and I'll take you back to the waiting room”. Shannon watched Jared walk out of the doctor's office, “what did he say? Jordan's not back yet” he got up but his brother just sat down with a loud sigh, “ok Jay, talk to me here, is it that bad?” he urged Jared to speak. “I..don't know..it's just..goddamn, I told myself that this was the heaviest thing we would ever do but hearing everything that could happen, all the risks, I don't know what I was thinking being so fucking positive about the outcome..what if all this goes belly-up?” he rambled, burying his face in his hands. Shannon stared at him “It won't..this is going to work, you gotta believe that” he tried to reason with his brother, Jared's head suddenly shot up as he heard the commotion in the hall and saw Jordan being escorted back to them “Ok, not a word about this to Jordan ok?” he hissed at Shannon. “But..you hardly told me anything..” Shannon frowned, “I'm serious, Jordan cannot know what I just said, ok? I don't want to worry her any more than she already is? I'm probably just running scared..” Jared stared at Shannon who quickly nodded. “How did it go? You ok?” Jared got up again and walked up to her as soon as she came into the waiting room, “yeah..I'm ok..” she quickly nodded, no she wasn't ok, in fact she was growing more and more scared by the minute, all this was really getting too close for comfort. “We'll let you know about the results as soon as they are in..I would go home if I were you, rest up, it's really important because you're on constant stand-by now, you'll need to be here within the hour when you get the call, ok?” the nurse repeated what they had heard so many times before. Jared put his arm around her shoulder as they walked down the long corridor to the exit “Let's get you home and in bed, doctor's orders” he pushed a kiss in her hair. “We can't..we've got the trial this afternoon” she shook her head, “what? No! You heard what they said, you need to rest, I don't want you stressing out over that stupid lawyer again” what he really wanted to say was that he wanted to spend as much time with her alone as possible, maybe their time together was limited, maybe it wasn't but he just didn't want to run the risk. Jordan stopped in her tracks and looked up at him as she put her hands on his chest “Please, Jay! I just need to see Noah, I know I probably won't get to talk to him but I just need to see him, ok? He needs to know that I'm still here and hopefully for much longer than he probably thinks..please?” those eyes, they made it impossible for him to refuse her anything. “Ok..fine, I'm probably gonna regret this..but ok” he mumbled as he put his forehead against hers, “but the minute you get stressed, I'm shutting it down, is that clear?”, his words made her smile “I think I like that forceful side of yours”. Jared pushed his lips against hers “good girl, now come on, let's get out of here before I spontaneously combust” he winked playfully as he put his arm around her and guided her to the exit.

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