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sillyrabbit81 · 3 years ago

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Hi dear

I'm a big fan of your writing, especially the way you write Sy. Love it. If you are still taking prompts, I have one.

How would Henry and his characters react to having an Erectile dysfunction?

I think that topic is not being discussed enough.

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Thanks for the ask Anon. I was having trouble with this ask so I discussed it with @henryobsessed and we worked on it together. To be fair, she did most of it! If you haven’t read any of her work I suggest you visit her blog and take a look at her Masterlist . She is a great friend and has a wonderful perspective and a unique style. I love her!

@henryobsessed here I have to interject and have my say too, I loved this request, it was so much fun finding creative ways to discuss a delicate subject. And for the record I may have done more characters but @sillyrabbit81 wrote more words per character HAHAHA. You are a wonderful Friend and Cavill sister you inspire and push me to be myself and I cannot be more grateful. That being said have fun reading guys 😊

Summary: Situations in which Henry and his characters suffer erectile dysfunctions

Word Count: approx 3k

Warnings: smut, masturbation (m), oral sex (m and f receiving), anal play, p in v sex, bad medical advice, incorrect use of prescription medication, bodily fluids, period sex, drunk sex, Dom/sub relationship, descriptions of violence and death,

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Erectile Dysfunction Headcanon

Henry Cavill

Henry had been filming for months and now he was headed home for a week’s break. You sat there waiting in the tinted people mover, as Henry was ushered to the car. Lights blinded you as the door opened, he climbed in, and smiling a weary grin, he pulled you into a big bear hug. He missed you so much.

That night, he fell into your arms in a passionate embrace. You had both craved each other, missing one another’s touch. As the night progressed, you noticed things were different. For the first forty minutes you were ecstatic, he had bought you to orgasm three times. Your body was super sensitive, but every time he seemed to be close himself, the phone would ring, indicating someone needed him. You had switched it off after an hour, having enough, and wanting his undivided attention.

Henry had managed to stay hard, but after an hour and a half, it was beginning to be painful for you, and he seemed no closer. Eventually, he flopped beside you, drained from the physical exertion.

“I don’t know what’s wrong. It’s like I’m right there, but I can’t let go.”

You brought him into your arms, and caressing his back said, “Don’t worry love. It will be ok. Just give yourself a day, and maybe we can shut your phone off. I think the stress it is causing you might be a big part of the problem.”

He huffed at the thought. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe.” He sighed and soon you heard soft snores spilling from his lips.

Walter Marshall

It had been a long day, scratch that a long month. Walter had been working day and night to catch a serial killer. That night as he came home, he couldn’t forget the latest victim. What they had found had turned his stomach. In all the years he had been on the force, nothing could have prepared him for what they found that night.

Arriving home he collapsed on the bed, he was so physically exhausted, and for once sleep immediately consumed him. He woke nearly twelve hours later to the smell of bacon, eggs, and coffee. He groaned; he had forgotten it was his two-year anniversary with you. Walking into the bathroom he washed his face, staring at the blood shot eyes reflected back at him.

“Come on man, get it together. You promised her,” Walter tried to fire himself up. It was no use, he was spent. Sighing, he walked into the kitchen wrapped his arms around you and breathed in the soft floral scent in your hair. For the first time in days, he felt a spark within himself, and although the horrific images still played on his mind, he felt a slight peace. He kissed your head, relieved, something could still reach him, something was still good. “Happy anniversary, love,” he growled.

After a wonderful breakfast, Walter sat on the couch with you and the two of you cuddled while watching a movie. His eyes kept sliding shut, his exhaustion made worse by his full belly. His fatigue became even more apparent when after reaching your hand beneath the blanket, you could not bring his flaccid muscle to attention.

Normally this situation would turn heated quickly, you had a way with your tongue that often had him begging for more. But Walter couldn’t get rid of the images in his mind, the battered and dismembered bodies, and the fact they were no closer to catching the killer weighed most heavily on his thoughts.

After half an hour of you trying to arouse him, Walter said in a resigned voice, “Sorry love, I don’t think I can.” With eyes that spoke of immense pain he looked at you and asked, “Could we please just cuddle? I think I need that more than anything right now.” In that moment he knew you were the one for him. He had expected huffing or crying because you thought you weren’t good enough or you asking him to please you. Instead, you had adjusted your position, so he was tucked into your body, holding him close while your hand stroked his curls.

A calm filled his soul as you whispered, “I am here for whatever you need my love. Rest now.”

Captain Syverson

You were just about to turn the light off and go to sleep when you heard the front door open with a crash and heard a rough curse. You grin, Sy was home and wasn’t sober. You knew what that meant, rough, wild, primal fucking. You quickly turn the light off and hide under the covers, well acquainted with the game, you knew how to play your part.

“Where are ya, woman?” Sy’s voice boomed at your bedroom door. “Don’t think you can hide from me. I’m hungry!”

You peek out from under the blanket, Sy had turned the light on again and was quickly undressing. You lick your lips, watching your big furry ox as he dropped his jeans, and his cock was revealed already on its way to being hard. Turning suddenly, he saw you, and you yelped covering your face again. “I see you woman, don’t play shy!” You giggle nervously, excited, your core already dampening with arousal.

Sy pulls the covers back and smirks as he sees you’re already naked waiting for him, “You’re a cheeky little thing ain’tcha?” You bite your lip, opening your legs slightly, inviting him in. Grabbing your ankles, he pulls you down the bed and gets on his knees. A low growl emanates from his throat before he dives between your legs feasting on you with an eagerness that brings you swiftly to your peak.

Licking at his lips and sucking on his glistening whiskers, he stands up pumping his cock getting it ready. Your brows pull together, puzzled, he’s always hard when he eats you out. You don’t have time to dwell on it because he’s soon ready. Sy flips you onto your knees before he enters and begins his assault on your core.

Something is wrong though, you can feel him falling out of you. Did he cum already? Sy mumbles curses, pulling out and you turn around and see him fisting himself again as he slips his fingers inside you. In a few moments he is hard again, removing his fingers and replacing it with his cock. You sigh, relieved, as he builds his rhythm, and you hear him start to groan. But soon, it happens again, and try as he might he just can’t stay hard.

“Fuck,” Sy growls. You turn around and see the look on his face, a mix of frustration and embarrassment that melts your heart. “I think I drank too much Sugar,” he says, running his hand over his short hair. “Fuck. This hasn’t happened… Fuck!”

“Hey!” you say sharply to get his attention.

“What?” Sy replies just as sharply, but he doesn’t look at you.

“It’s fine, Baby,” you assure him. You see him jut his jaw and you reach up and cup his cheeks, making him look at you. “It’s ok. You’re just a little too drunk,” you smile and give him a soft kiss. “It happens.”

“Not to me it don’t.”

“It’s not forever,” you say. “Come on, let’s go to sleep. I’m sure it’ll be back normal in the morning.” You kiss him again and pull his head down to whisper in his ear, “maybe you could wake me up like you did last week.” You pull back and smirk raising your eyebrows.

Sy grins, still a little sheepish, but there was a hint of mischief in his eyes again, “You’re a good thing, Sugar.” He kisses your forehead and says, “I love you.”

Geralt of Rivia

Geralt had never in his life had this happen before. The bar maid who had eagerly agreed to keep his bed warm on this cold winter’s night, gaped in confusion.

How could it be? She thought, All the myths about Witcher’s said they were virile and could last most of the night. She had been consumed with the thought ever since The White Wolf had arrived in the area and was quick to accept his offer to take her to his bed. She was bitterly disappointed and pouted at Geralt. Her sweet, plump lips alone should have been enough to make his cock stand, but tonight it lay unmoving, and useless.

That blasted sorcerer, it must have been him who had cast a curse on Geralt. It could be the only explanation for his inadequate showing. Looking at the poor wench beside him, Geralt pitied her. She had been most eager to satisfy his needs tonight, giving a valiant effort to arouse him. No matter, he had other ways to enjoy bringing her to the height of pleasure. Granted he didn’t normally concern himself with their needs as his own normally coincided with theirs. But tonight, his fingers, and tongue would be adequate until he broke the curse and returned to give her what she truly deserved.

Mike

The party had been epic, the drinks flowed, pot was smoked in abundance and Mike had managed to capture the attentions of a wonderful long legged blonde beauty. She helped him back to her apartment and his heart rate raised as she slowly stripped him, leaving him in all his naked glory. Laying on the bed he watched as she did a strip tease for him, her perky breasts bouncing as she jiggled her ample peach in his face.

But something was wrong, the situation was right, she was right but… he held his hand out to the two or was it three beauties before him. One took his hand as he guided her to sit in his lap. He caressed her as they kissed, his tongue violating her mouth with as much enthusiasm as his inebriated self could manage. Even with her grinding against him nothing happened.

“Shit” he swore.

The girl frowned and her lips seemed to move in twisted patterns which stilled again before she snickered. An evil cackle reverberated in her throat and her face twisted into that of a demented creature. “Can’t get it up, boy?” she taunted as she continued to laugh. She collected his clothes and managed to push him out of her bedroom and into the night. Standing in the cold with only his briefs covering his body, he stumbled as he began his walk of shame home.

August Walker

August Walker was hands down, far and away, the greatest lover you have ever had. He was the only man who had ever been able to keep up with you, your average session lasting for four hours. He was able to cum and get hard again faster than any guy you had ever been with too.

But being with August meant following The Rules. There were many Rules, rules which governed how you would dress when you saw him, how you were groomed, how you were to address him and when you could contact him. There were punishments too, but you had been a good girl, never broken any of his rules, so you never gave the punishments a thought.

One of the many Rules was absolutely no snooping. He said it was for your protection as much for his privacy. You didn’t know exactly how August made his money, but you assumed it had to be from some sort of illegal activity. So, you obeyed this rule as you did the others until one evening after a marathon session, you realised you got your period. You were shocked August hadn’t said anything, clearly he had continued to fuck you while you were bleeding. You started opening his bathroom cupboards searching for a tampon or pad or something, hoping you wouldn’t have to stuff your panties with toilet paper until you got home.

You opened the cupboard behind the mirror and were surprised to see a pill bottle with little blue tablets. You recognised them and after checking the label and confirming it you were speechless. August used Viagra? But, it didn’t seem possible that he would need it, his stamina was out of this world… unless…

“What do you think you are doing Petal?” August said from the doorway, a box of tampons and a towel was in his hands.

Quickly recovering your senses, you grabbed the box and towel out of his hands and kissed his cheek saying, “Looking for those. Thank you, August.”

Quicker than you thought possible you were bent over the counter, cheek pushed into the stone benchtop. “You found my pills,” August said coldly. Leaning his body over yours, his weight pushed down on you, holding you in place as he kicked your legs apart. You muffled a cry as you felt him hard again against your ass. “I don’t need them, for most women, Petal. But for particularly slutty, insatiable, cock hungry brats such as yourself, it’s a necessary assistance.”

“I didn’t mean to pry,” you murmured, hoping he would take pity on you. Tears welled in your eyes as his finger pressed against your ass, forcing your tight muscles apart and you cried as he entered you. “I’m sorry, August.”

“My dear sweet, Pet,” August grunted as he violated you with a second finger. “If you aren’t sorry now, you will be.”

Napoleon Solo

Napoleon had been watching the siren from a distance all night. Her lithe body commanded all around to her attention. After she finished singing her call to the night goddess, he made his move. Two drinks in hand he set his sights and went in for the kill.

The two danced, drank and now were in her apartment, laid out on her bed he was happily pleasing her, mouth buried between her delicious thighs. His tongue flicked expertly over her button bringing her to climax, exciting his body, he climbed forward and for the first time that night claimed her lips. They kissed passionately until something changed, his mind grew foggy, and his cock deflated.

“Aww, is the great Casanova having trouble?” she laughed her sweet siren song changing to a bitter retort. His confused eyes tried to fix on hers as she began to distort, her last words filling his gut with fear. “Don’t worry love. I’ll take good care of you Napoleon Solo.”

Clark Kent

Clark was in college and his new friend Tommy was egging him on to take Crystal out for a date. He couldn’t understand why the cheerleader wanted to take him out. He wasn’t anything special as far as she knew, but she had been flirting with him all week.

Dinner was nice and Clark was surprised when Crystal suggested they return to her share house for dessert. Nervous as he was around her, he was pleased when after ice cream he had allowed her to talk him into a make out session in her room. They had only been in the room a few moments when he had felt strange. They had been kissing, it was enjoyable, but his stomach had begun to feel off and he felt unusually tired and weak.

The more they kissed the more frustrated he was to realise he wasn’t getting a rise out of his little friend. He noticed a pendant hanging on the wall near her bed, the green stone glowed eerily at him giving him a bad vibe. After a few more moments he politely excused himself, saying he must have eaten something off. Clarke murmured apologies and gave promises that he would call her and he left. Strangely, by the time he left her house he felt better, as if he had never felt ill at all. He was only a little upset that he had ruined his chances with Crystal, something about that pendant made him hope he would never see it again.

Charles Brandon

Charles sat in the apothecary rooms, wondering what he had gotten himself in for. The King had recommended him when Charles confided in his friend of his problem.

“So young man, why are you here?” the old man asked, his face kind but stern.

“Well, I’ve been having trouble, when I pee it burns and well, I can get an erection, but it deflates quickly and sometimes I cannot get one at all. I’m also having abdominal pain.”

The old man chuckled. After examining the affected area, he turned to his wall of potions. Pulling together some salves, and powdered herbs he turned to address the Charles. “Here, rub this on the affected area twice a day, and drink this tea three times a day.” The apothecary paused and said with a grin, “And finally, give the ladies from court a rest for a bit, you will regain your vigour again.”

Shame and chagrin filled Charles as he pulled his coverings back over his privates. Taking the medicines, he snuck out of the room trusting that no one saw him, and hoping against all hope, that this would work.

Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock sits back in satisfaction, marvelling at his new invention. Based on some literature he read from the America’s he perfected the design and made it fit himself perfectly.

Having commissioned the glass tube and rubber attachments, the contraption worked by winding a small handle, creating the necessary suction to create a vacuum, pooling enough blood into his cock to make it erect. By placing a rubber ring at the base of his shaft, he found he was able to maintain an erection for approximately thirty minutes. He could even bring himself to orgasm by his own hand.

It really was a delightful invention. Now, he just had to find that little vixen of a maid and see if it worked with her too. Perhaps he should try and use her mouth first.

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carrotmakar · 4 years ago

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the weekend

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Summary: You get a lot more out of a songwriting session with Harry Styles than you ever bargained for.

Warning(s): cheating, explicit language, suggestive comments (nothing super explicit happens though), angst

A/N: this is a submission for nat’s ( @harrystylescherry ) song fic challenge!! this is based on “The Weekend” by SZA, so i’d recommend listening to that either before or while reading this so you get the gist of what this is about!!!

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You’re nervous.

Should you be? Not really. You’ve written songs with and for hundreds of fantastic artists before, but there’s something about helping Harry Styles write one that has your nerves on end. Maybe it’s his fanbase, how they pick and critique everything to get the full experience. Maybe it’s the expectations of another number one from the next new song. Maybe it’s the way that your sister had sent you text after text freaking out about how good he is at what he does (If he’s so good, why will he even need your help? What if he hates the fact that you’re there and that makes him despise you?). Or maybe, just maybe it’s the way that you run headfirst into him when you walk into the room.

Immediately, there’s a ring clad hand on your shoulder to help steady you. “Are you okay, love?” he asks, British accent thick through his words.

You nod, cheeks burning with the embarrassment of the mishap. At least he doesn’t seem to hate you, though. He seemed pretty chipper, so maybe he just likes to have a new set of eyes and ears every so often to aid in the songwriting process. That thought sets you at ease, and you immerse yourself in the routine of it all.

The entire day goes by faster than you’d like it to, honestly. It’s filled with suggestions, edits, and ideas thrown into the air. It’s all very smooth and you find yourself wishing that you worked with people more like Harry more often. He’s smart and talented but he isn’t stuck up about it. That’s something that you like about him, he knows that he’s capable of doing this but he’s not cocky.

More than once throughout the few hours that you’re around him, you find yourself looking over at his features. Really, how could you not? He’s undeniably attractive, and you’ve never been one to pretend that you don’t see something that you like when you do. As subtly as possible, you sneak glances at him. You admire the way that his cheekbones seem to have a natural highlight even in the dim, buttery light of the room. You take in the way that his curls fall loosely into his face, causing him to haphazardly push them away every few minutes. It’s a bit disturbing to you when you look over at him once and find yourself thinking about how cute the slope of his nose is.

You take it all in, but you don’t let yourself do anything else than that. You know that he has a girlfriend, and you’re not going to actively pursue a taken man. Besides, you’ve seen the girl he’s with, along with the girls that he’s been with and you’re pretty sure that you don’t compare, so even if he were single, you wouldn’t try anything.

Shaking the thought completely from your mind, you focus on the page in front of you and look over at Harry. “What if you just release Medicine? That'll be a number one for sure.”

He laughs, full on cackles at your words. He throws his head back and you can’t help but smile at the sound of his laugh. It takes him a minute for it to die down to giggles soft enough that he can get words out. “Never gonna happen, love.”

You greet your Pomeranian puppy, Daisy, as you walk through the door that night. She runs right towards you and trips on her paws. You chuckle at the memory of the first time that she did that. You were babysitting your niece and Daisy took a tumble and all you heard was an “Oopsie Daisy!” You hadn’t yet named her, so you decided that you could just go with Daisy, especially after she continued to trip all over the place. Picking her up, you make your way to the kitchen to feed her and top off her water bowl. As you’re sitting the bowl down, your phone dings with a notification from an unknown number.

Hey, it’s Harry. I hope it’s okay that I asked Jeff for your number.

You force the butterflies away the moment that they swarm your stomach; you can’t have feelings for a man that’s already in a relationship.

Hey, Harry! It’s completely fine, I don’t mind.

You’re a bit confused as to why Harry asked for your number, but you assume that it’s to ask some questions or tell you something about the song, so you let the thoughts leave your mind and you go back to petting Daisy until you get another text from him.

I was wondering if maybe you wanted to have dinner? At my place?

You’re taken aback for a moment at the suggestion of dinner at his place, but then you realize that it’s probably just a thank you. Chances are that his girlfriend will be there and it will be completely formal. Plus, it’s probably just at his place because if he goes out then he’ll get swarmed by paparazzi and he’d most likely want to avoid that as much as possible.

You mull it over for a few more seconds before deciding that you’ll have dinner with him. There’s no reason for you not to, really.

Yeah, I’d love to! Just let me know when and send me your address!

Locking your phone, you place it on the counter before making your way to the bathroom to take a relaxing shower and then head to bed.

When you step into Harry's house, you’re hit with the overwhelming scent of cashmere and vanilla, and it smells unmistakably like Harry. When he sees you, his eyes take you in, and then he’s smiling. “You look great!” he says before pulling you into a hug that you didn’t expect.

Your cheeks heat up slightly at his words. It’s not like you even tried, honestly. You just threw on a pair of jeans and a sweater before leaving the house. His comment makes you smile, though, so you choose not to say anything about it.

He happily leads you towards the kitchen and you can’t help but let some of his excitement rub off on you. When you step through the threshold to the room, you expect to see his girlfriend sitting there, but instead, you're met with an empty room. He must see you looking around because he speaks up. “Amelia’s in Paris for some fashion show she’s doing.”

“Oh, that’s cool! Which show is it? If you don’t mind me asking, of course.” You run your hands along your sides nervously as you wait to see if you’ve crossed a line.

He gives you a small smile before shaking his head. “I would tell you if I knew. She hasn’t talked to me in a few weeks. It’s normally like this before shows. She gets even more distant than normal.” The both of you fall silent for a moment, but then he clears his throat and hands you a plate. “That doesn’t matter though, I wanted to thank you for helping me out today, so I made you pasta.” A warm smile graces your face as you take the plate from him. “You can head into the living room and make yourself comfortable if you want. I’m gonna get some wine. Would you like some?”

You nod and walk to the living room after he goes to get the wine. You do as he said and make yourself comfortable on his plush couch. It’s much softer than you expected it to be when you first saw it, and you’re pleasantly surprised.

Once he returns with two glasses and a bottle of wine, you quickly set your plate down on the wooden coffee table and help him set everything down so that he can go get his food and join you on the couch. You pour the wine into the glasses while he’s getting everything settled.

“Thank you for pouring those, I’m trying to make sure I have everything together, so I probably seem like a chicken with its head cut off.” His cheeks tint a slight pink at the admission and it makes you want to reach out and run your hand over his arm to reassure him that everything is alright, but that’s not something that you can do so you settle for trying to make him feel better with just your words.

“You’re fine, Harry. Honestly, this is a lot better than any other meal that I’ve probably ever had, so you’re doing great.” He gives a grateful smile at your words, and you can’t help but feel relieved that he’s no longer feeling as embarrassed. There’s something about him that makes you want to make sure he’s nothing but happy.

“So,” you say, trying to rid your mind of thoughts like that, “did you like what we came up with today?”

“Yeah, I really did, honestly.” He nods as he takes a bite of his pasta and chews. “I think you’re really talented. The things that you came up with today were absolutely phenomenal.”

You feel your cheeks heating up under his gaze and you try to hide that by taking a drink of your wine, but if his smirk has anything to say about how well you hid it, you failed epically.

“Thank you, I think you’re really talented, too. You’re probably one of the most talented people that I’ve worked with, to be honest. And you’re really nice about it as well.”

“You flatter me.”

“Take the compliment, Styles.” You playfully point your fork at him and he laughs lightly.

“Fine, thank you, Y/N.” You both fall into a comfortable silence before he clears his throat and starts up the conversation again. “Tell me about yourself, wanna know you better.”

There’s an awkward tension in the air as you start telling him about yourself, but as the night goes on, you get more and more relaxed around him. It feels like you’re talking to an old friend, not someone that you just met.

And maybe that’s why you invite him to come hang out at your place sometime soon. After all, you could use another friend.

You’re much less nervous sitting beside him on your couch than you were a week prior on his. After you spent that evening at his house talking to him and getting to know him a bit better, you feel much more relaxed and comfortable around him. It’s a great feeling, really, because now that the awkward tension is out of the way, you can focus on just getting to know him even better.

Harry had suggested takeout for dinner just so it was easy and so you didn’t have to dirty up the kitchen just because he was coming over. You reluctantly agreed, even though you felt a bit bad for not giving him a home cooked meal like he did for you, so now you’re sitting beside him with Chinese takeout containers on the glass coffee table in front of you.

It seems like Harry’s a lot more relaxed as well because since he’s walked through the door, he’s been a bit more touchy than normal. You’ve heard that he’s a pretty touchy person, so you don’t think much of it. You revel in it, really, because he’s a really good hugger. He’s also great at cuddling and hand holding and everything else. There’s a part of you that questions why he’s being so cuddly with you, but you remind yourself repeatedly that it’s just in a platonic way.

Once you’re both finished with your meals, he insists that he’ll clean up, so he takes all of the containers to the trash and washes the forks that were used (the restaurant forgot the plastic ones when it was delivered).

“Hey, Harry?” you call into the kitchen.

“Yeah?”

“What are we doing?” The moment that the words leave your mouth, you know that they were worded wrong, so you rush to fix them. “I mean, I know what we’re doing, but why? Like why did you want to spend more time with me? We didn’t even talk really when we were writing the song, not more than anyone else, at least.”

He comes into the living room with a furrow between his brows. You refuse to make eye contact with him, so your gaze locks on the tea towel that he’s using to dry off his hands. “I just wanted to know you better, I don’t know really. There was just something about you that pulled me towards you and I couldn’t invite you to coffee or something like that as a thank you or a friend date because paparazzi would eat that up and I really don’t want to jeopardize your privacy like that. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable in any way I should have probably eased more into it, that’s my bad—”

“It’s fine, Harry, I was just wondering,” you cut him off, finally meeting his eyes. “People don’t normally invite me to anything even for a thank you after our sessions, so I just wanted to know what caused you to do it.”

“I don’t see how anyone could pass up the opportunity to spend more time with you.” His words make you smile, and you’re suddenly aware of just how much he affects you. It’s a bit ridiculous, really. Nobody should make you care this much about them within three times of being around them.

Standing up off the couch, you walk over to him and wrap your arms around his waist and bury your head into his chest. He immediately returns the embrace and you both melt into it like it’s the only thing that either of you needs to be happy.

After a few moments like that, he pulls back slightly and pulls you with him back to the couch. He discards the hand towel onto the coffee table and sits down with his arms outstretched. You climb onto the couch next to him and let him hold you close. “What movie do you want to watch, doll?”

Your heart flutters at the pet name, but you ignore it and just shrug. “I dunno, I’m tired anyway. You pick.”

As soon as he starts the movie, you settle into him further and feel your eyes begin to get a bit heavier. The second that you yawn for the first time, he pulls you closer to him. "Do you wanna take a little nap?” he asks, smoothing your hair down.

You nod, letting your eyes slip closed as you cuddle into him. It’s not really that late. He came over at around four and it hasn't been that long, so you assume it’s good to take a nap. Your naps normally only last for an hour or two anyway, so you’ll be up before the movie is even over.

Right before you drift off into a peaceful slumber, you feel a light kiss being pressed to your forehead. If you were completely lucid, you’d say something about it, but your foggy brain accepts it fully.

When you wake up the next morning, you try to stretch out as you normally would, but there are a pair of arms wrapped around you tight enough to hold you in place. It takes you a moment to realize that Harry’s the one that’s wrapping you up in his warmth. Almost immediately, your eyes widen and a gasp leaves you. Both of you fell asleep on the couch the night prior, which means that he didn’t go home. He didn’t go home to his girlfriend.

“Harry,” you say a little louder than you anticipated as you shake him awake. He groans and pulls you closer to him, groaning for just a bit more sleep, but you continue to shake him. “Wake up, Harry, you need to go home.”

“You’re kicking me out already?” he jokes, smirking slightly. His voice is at least an octave deeper than normal, the gravel in his tone sending a shiver down your spine that absolutely should not be happening. None of this should be happening.

“You need to go home and figure out what to tell your girlfriend about why you didn’t come home last night, Harry.”

He chuckles lightly and waves you off, eyes still closed. “Don’t worry about her, love. She doesn’t live with me. Not really, she just comes over to keep up the image. She won’t care where I am.” Squeezing you to him once again, he lets a content smile form on his face. “Now settle back down and go back to sleep, I’m still tired.”

Reluctantly, you settle into him again, your head on his chest. You can hear his heartbeat, and you allow the soothing rhythm of it to lull you back to sleep.

The next time you wake up, Harry’s not there. The scent of him is still overwhelming and the couch is still warm where he was laying, but he’s not holding you like he was.

Before you can call out to see if he’s still there, he comes walking into the living room with two cups of tea. “I didn’t know if you were more of a coffee or tea type of person, but you had both, so I just made us both tea.” He reaches out the mug to you, and you sit up and take the cup from him.

“Thank you.,” you mumble as you bring the mug to your mouth and take a sip. The warm liquid washes over your taste buds and down your throat and you can’t help but think that this may be the best tea that you’ve ever had. “This is really good.”

“Thanks, my mum taught me how to make it.” You smile at the way his dimples carve into his cheeks when he mentions his mom.

You make light conversation with him, finding it easy to talk about any and everything with him. There’s something about him that soothes the nerves that you’d usually have with someone that you hadn’t known for all that long. There’s just something different between the two of you.

As you’re finishing up your tea, he takes both his own mug as well as yours to the kitchen and washes them before putting them up. When he returns, he leans down and places a friendly, very friendly, kiss to your cheek. “I’ve gotta go, love. Need to get into the studio, yeah?”

You nod, standing up to envelop him in a hug before watching him leave. For some reason, you find yourself longing for him to turn around and walk right back through the door the second that he closes it behind him. You quickly scold yourself for feeling this way, he has a girlfriend, before getting up to go take a shower and get ready for the day.

Three months later, you and Harry are inseparable. Throughout the time that you’ve known each other, you’ve cried in his arms, he’s screamed at the top of his lungs to get his anger out when something with the label isn’t going right, you’ve fallen asleep cuddled into him, and he’s taught you how to cook food that isn’t frozen.

Harry quickly became your best friend, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. He’s the one person in your life that you know you can count on no matter what. He’s also the only person that knows everything about you, just like you know everything about him. Over the past few months, you’ve learned all about him, and it’s just made you fall a bit harder for him every time you think about it.

You know it’s wrong, you do. You shouldn’t have feelings for your best friend, who also happens to have a girlfriend. From what he’s told you, though, she’s not really his girlfriend anymore. Sure, they’re technically together, but she never talks to him unless she needs something or they have to go out to keep up appearances. There used to be something between the two of them, but that quickly changed when things with both of their careers began to pick up. Now it’s like he’s in a relationship with someone that doesn’t even want him.

It doesn’t matter if he’s in a relationship with someone that doesn’t really want him, you can’t be the reason that someone gets their heart broken, you think to yourself for umpteenth time today.

Sighing, you shake yourself from your thoughts and hop off the counter to come stand next to him as he sautés the asparagus. You lean your head on his arm once you come to a stop beside him, and he immediately lifts the arm and pulls you closer to him. You hum contentedly as you inhale the scent of his cologne. The hints of vanilla and sandalwood make your head spin in the most delightful way as you revel in the feeling of being completely enveloped by him.

After a few moments, you look up at him and watch the way that his jaw flexes every so often while he’s concentrating on cooking the asparagus just right. In reality, though, he’s just concentrating on not looking at you because he knows if he does, he’ll end up doing something that he may come to regret.

He doesn’t keep his eyes off of you for long, though, because as soon as he removes the pan from the heat and scoops the asparagus onto its plate, he’s turning slightly so that he can place his hands on your hips and pull you closer.

Your breath catches in your throat as you peer up into his sea glass green eyes and try to figure out what he’s thinking. Before you can say anything, he’s leaning closer to you and there’s a part of you that wants to tell him to stop, to tell him that this is wrong. The bigger part of you, however, is so caught up in the way that his breath feels fanning over your face that you couldn’t even fathom telling him no right now. He pauses for just a second when his nose is rubbing against yours and your breaths mixing together. You’re just about to make a move when he presses his lips to yours and pushes you back until you’re pressed against the counter. The kiss is eager, sloppy, needy. He swipes his tongue across your bottom lip and you immediately open up for him, letting his tongue dance with yours.

Too soon, you have to pull away to breathe, and Harry mistakes it for you regretting it by the way that you harshly pull your face back. He rubs a hand over his face, “I’m so sorry. Fuck, that was so wrong of me, I don’t know what I was thinking I just don’t know how to act when I’m around you. I should have asked, I shouldn’t have done it at all really. I’m so sorry.”

You inhale sharply before chuckling. “Don’t apologize, H. I didn’t stop you. Fuck, I wouldn’t have stopped you, I just needed to breathe, but are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes. God, yes. I’ve wanted this since the moment you fell asleep in my arms. Probably before that.” With that, you place your hands on either side of his face and pull him closer to you, throwing all caution to the wind as his lips connect with yours.

You pull away from Harry, disconnecting your lips from his. He whines low in his throat as he immediately chases after your lips. You just giggle and shake your head no as he pouts. “We have to talk about what’s going to happen, Harry, “ you reason, and he just sighs as he sits up.

“I’ll try to find a way to get out of this relationship as soon as possible, okay?” You nod as you take in the words that he’s saying, ensuring that you understand exactly what the plan is. “I’ll have to find a nice way to do it so that nothing blows up in my face, but I will get out of this. And then after a few months, we can go public.” He brings his hand to your face and caresses the skin with the pad of his thumb. “We just have to keep it under wraps until then.”

You nod, taking in what he’s saying. “That sounds good. How fast do you think you can get out of this?”

“A month, tops,” he promises, sealing it with a sweet kiss to your lips that makes every doubt leave your mind.

That conversation happened almost six months ago, and Harry’s still with Amelia. You try to pretend that it doesn’t bother you, but it does. He told you that he was going to do something and he hasn’t. He promised. You know that you’re supposed to be patient, but quite frankly, you’re tired of sharing him with someone else. You’re tired of him telling you that he loves you so much right before he goes back to her.

So you decide that you’re done with it. You don’t want to be the one that’s hidden anymore. He swears that he loves you, so it’s time for him to act on it. If you were in his shoes, you would have left your partner as soon as you had feelings for Harry. You would have chosen Harry because you’re truly, madly, deeply in love with him. Which raises the question of whether or not he feels the same. Is he lying about that, too?

You shake that idea out of your head as soon as it enters. Of course he loves me, you tell yourself as he lets himself in the door. You don’t move from your spot at the kitchen table when you hear him make his way to you; you just sit there and wait for him to approach you. You know that as soon as he sees your face, he’s going to know that something’s up, and as much as you know it has to happen, you’d do just about anything to put off this conversation for a few more seconds.

This entire thing could blow up in your face, and if that’s the outcome then you want to savor the last few fleeting moments of your life with Harry.

You feel him rest his hands on your shoulder and lean down to press a kiss to your cheek. “Hey, baby.” He comes to sit next to you and you just give a weak greeting in return.

“What’s wrong?” You glance up at him briefly and see the way that his eyebrows are knitted together in concern.

“We have to talk,” you mumble, trying to get the words out without sounding weak. You have to come across strong or there’s no chance of anything going right tonight.

“Okay… what do we have to talk about?” he asks, voice shaky as he prepares himself for the worst.

“It’s been almost half a year, Harry,” you breathe, trying your best to meet his gaze to show him that you mean every word that you’re saying. “I want more than I have, and you promised that I wouldn’t have to share you for more than a month.”

“I know, but I don’t want everything to blow up in my face,” he tries, making yet another excuse that you don’t have the time, nor the patience, to hear.

“Nothing’s going to blow up in your face, Harry!” you say, slightly louder than you previously were. Pushing yourself to stand from your chair, you make your way over to the counter to put a bit of space between the two of you. “Nobody knows about me! The worst thing that happens is that you get blamed for the breakup, but who cares? Is that really more important than being with just me?”

He’s silent, and you have to stop yourself from crying. His silence is never a good thing. He just looks down at the table and rubs his hands through his hair while you try your best to steady your breathing.

“I want more than this, Harry,” you repeat. “I want more than two nights a week when I can call you mine. Sure, we’re technically together, you’re technically mine, but you’re hers too.” The thought alone makes your voice catch in your throat and you have to clear it before continuing. “You say that I’m the one that you want, but who’s the one who can be seen in public with you? Who’s the one that you can show off? Who’s the one that will be going on tour with him? Who’s the one that you’re going to look into the crowd and meet eyes with as you have that stupid heart stealing smile on your face?” He’s silent still and you scoff. He can’t even look at you. “Her. All of those things are her, they’re not me.”

He stands after a moment and reaches out for you, but you know that this isn’t something that can be fixed with a hug and a few light kisses, so you hold up a hand to stop him and say the words you know are either going to make or break your relationship. “I love you Harry, and I know you love me, too. But if you don’t love me enough to choose me, then I need you to go.”

Knowing that he can’t give you what you need, he hangs his head low and holds the tears back as he walks out your door without so much as a glance back at you.

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(Un)Common Attraction: Chapter 18 - Shoot to Thrill

Series: TRR (following the events of Book 1, with some changes)

Pairing: Drake Walker x OC (Harper Gale)

Rights belong to Pixelberry, most characters and some dialogue belong to them.

Book Synopsis: Harper Gale is a small-town girl working as a waitress at a seedy New York dive bar. After a chance encounter with nobility sees her jetting halfway around the world to compete for the hand of the Prince of Cordonia, her dream of seeing the world starts to come true sooner than she expected. But as the completion heats up, Harper quickly learns that life at court is a lot more than just pretty dresses and fancy balls, and that the polished aristocratic smiles often hide deceit. Does she have what it takes to rise above the gossip and intrigue of the social season, and beat the nobles at their own games? And, more importantly, does she actually want to become the queen of a small European country? Or will her heart have other ideas?

Masterlist: (Un)Common Attraction

Chapter Summary: It’s pouring with rain the day before the Regatta, so Harper learns a new skill...

Word Count: 4,800

Rating/Warnings: M (swearing)

Chapter theme song: Shoot to Thrill by AC/DC

Please read: Author’s Note

Also available on Wattpad.

Chapter 18 - Shoot to Thrill

I wake the following morning to the sound of raindrops battering my windows. Throwing the covers back, I pad over to the curtains. Drawing them back, I am greeted by a grumpy-looking sky and a torrential downpour.

Sighing dejectedly, I make my way into the bathroom to start my morning routine, hoping that the bad weather will blow over soon, so we won't be stuck inside the whole day. While Montana may have harsh winters, at least it was sunny most of the time, so rain really had a dampening effect on my soul.

After a hot shower, I pull on some jeans, a bright yellow t-shirt (in a vain effort to inject some colour into the otherwise miserable day) and a knitted cardigan to keep me warm. Before heading out in search of breakfast, I quickly throw the clothes that I had worn since my arrival into one of those hotel-style plastic laundry bags and call up the housekeeping department to ask them to collect it for washing, otherwise I will have literally nothing to wear after the Regatta.

"Gale," nods Drake by way of greeting when I step out of my room.

"Drake," I reply, falling into step with him as he makes his way down the corridor. "Or should I say 'DW'?"

Drake flashes me a sidelong glance. "I see you've been playing with your phone."

"Setting it up, actually," I correct. "So. You gonna tell me?"

"Tell you what?"

"What the 'W' stands for," I reply. "Or do I need to beat it out of you?"

Last night, I had discovered not only that Drake was one of those secretive people who saved their contacts under acronyms, but also what his initials were. And since he insisted on calling me Gale (except when he thought I was in trouble, or I managed to catch him off-guard), I was determined to find out what his last name was so I could return the favour.

He raises a sceptical brow. "I very much doubt you'd be able to beat anything out of me, Gale. Especially after witnessing your epic fail yesterday."

I flush self-consciously, remembering how he had turned the tables on me during my surprise wake-up call. "I wouldn't get cocky, if I were you," I warn. "Failure is the mother of success, after all."

He scoffs. "Or even more failure."

"I thought you were starting to have faith in me, Wilson."

"Nice try," he smirks. "But no."

"Watson?" I ask hopefully.

"Nope."

"Wood?"

Drake comes to halt and fixes me with a weary look. "Are you gonna do this the whole day?"

"If I have to," I tell him sweetly. "Or you could just spill the beans. I mean, it's your surname, not a state secret."

"That reverse psychology crap doesn't work on me, Gale. Plus," he murmurs seductively, leaning in, his face inches from mine, "maybe I like the idea of making you work for it."

"I-I could just ask Christian...or Maxwell," I breathe. He's wearing the same aftershave as yesterday, and my mind is momentarily flooded with memories of our bike ride... and his kiss.

"And where's the fun in that?" he asks with a wolfish smile. "Come on, girl. I thought you had more backbone than that."

"What are you two whispering about?" asks Maxwell, appearing behind Drake's shoulder.

A look of annoyance flashes across Drake's face as he withdraws from me. "Didn't your mother ever tell you to mind your own business, Beaumont?"

"Not that I recall," admits Maxwell with a nonchalant shrug. Turning to me, he says, "I see you're feeling better, Harper."

"Yeah, thanks," I reply, brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "I was just worn out, I guess. But staying in bed the whole day really helped."

"I'm sure it did..." mutters Drake under his breath, leaning himself against the wall.

I shoot him a warning glare.

He regards me coolly, as if daring me to rise to his remark.

I suppress a sigh of exasperation.

"I'm glad to hear it," smiles Maxwell, seemingly oblivious to my non-verbal ping-pong with Drake. "We need you in tip-top shape for tomorrow's Regatta."

"Why?" I ask warily.

"Oh. I thought I told you," says Maxwell, his face crumpling. "But maybe I just wanted to tell you and never got around to it because you weren't feeling well yesterday."

"Tell me what?" I demand.

"That you'll be participating in the opening race tomorrow," sighs Drake.

"I'm what?!"

"But don't worry!" adds Maxwell hastily, seeing the look of distress on my face. "It's mostly for show... Anytime a social season involves picking a bride, the first race of the Regatta is traditionally one that all the suitors participate in. You just need to wave and look pretty for the press. Bertrand told me that he has hired a crew to man your boat."

"Thank God for that!" I exclaim, exhaling in relief.

"Morning, Harper!" greets Hana, appearing as well. "Feeling better?"

"Much, thanks," I reply. "Now, as much as I love an impromptu get-together in the hallway, I'm starving, so can we move this party to somewhere where there's food?"

"Of course!" agrees Maxwell. "Right this way, my lady."

Maxwell leads us downstairs to a large dining room dominated by a massive oak table that looked like it could seat over a hundred people. A continental breakfast buffet had been laid out on one side of the room. Olivia, Penelope, and Kiara were already here, in the process of finishing off their breakfast.

"Oh, look who decided to grace us with her presence," purrs Olivia, catching sight of me as we enter the room. "I hear you've been under the weather."

"Much better now, thanks," I mutter in reply, picking up a warm plate and proceeding to load it up. "Not that you care..."

"Oh, but I do," she replies silkily. "It would've been such a shame if you had missed the Regatta. It is the gem of the social season, being the King's favourite event and all. Plus, I would've been denied the satisfaction of crushing you in the opening race."

"I thought it was just for show..."

"Oh, it's a show, alright. One that I will use to show you up!" She snickers at her joke. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have much to do before tomorrow. One cannot expect a five-star viewing party to just organise itself, after all! Buh-bye, darlings..."

I glare accusingly at Maxwell as Olivia sashays out of the dining room, Kiara and Penelope in tow.

"Erm, yes," he stammers. "Did I mention that the opening race is actually a race? With a trophy?"

"You said it was just for show," I accuse grumpily, buttering a slice of toast with a vengeance.

As affable as he was, Maxwell really was useless sometimes...

"It is, in the sense that it's for the enjoyment of the public, and it's a great photo op. But, as Olivia mentioned, the Regatta is one of King Constantine's favourite events, so winning the ceremonial race would go a long way in securing his favour. The King bestows an honour upon the lady who wins the race, so it's kind of a big deal."

"Not sure how winning a race is going to convince Christian to overlook her many flaws, but what do I know...? And what was that thing about a 'viewing party'? Is that another thing that you forgot to tell me about?"

"Oh, no," smiles Maxwell. "That, I didn't forget about! After the opening race, everyone watches the rest of Regatta from a couple of private yachts. Think of it as a floating champagne party. We don't have a yacht, so we will not be hosting a viewing party. You can just watch the races from one of the other boats."

"You can join me, if you wanted to," offers Hana. "My parents asked me to organise my own viewing party on our family's new yacht. We'll have champagne, sushi, chocolate fondue..."

"Sounds fancy," I admit. "And of course, I'll join you. I'm sure your party will be miles better than anything Olivia can throw together."

"Thanks," says Hana with a smile. "And that reminds me, I should go and finalise the details for tomorrow. See you later!"

"Have fun!" I reply, as Hana exits the dining room with a small wave.

"I need to head off as well," announces Maxwell. "Bertrand had some business to attend to back at our estate, so he asked me to make sure that everything is shipshape for tomorrow."

"Will he be back to watch the Regatta?" I ask.

"He said he would be. It would be bad form for him to miss the King's favourite event, being the head of our house and all."

"I'm looking forward to his not-so constructive criticism already," I mutter, plopping a grape into my mouth.

"I know he comes across as cold and demanding," says Maxwell, "but he means well. He's just got a lot on his plate right now."

"I know," I sigh. "But even so... A smile would not go amiss every now and then."

Maxwell smiles wanly. "Anyway, I'm off," he says, heading towards the door. "There's nothing really planned for today because of the weather, and also because most people will be busy getting ready for the Regatta. But I'm sure you can find something to occupy yourself... or just take the opportunity to relax before your big race tomorrow."

"Don't worry about me," I assure him. "I'll be fine."

"Catch you later then," says Maxwell as he disappears through the doorway.

"You've been awfully quiet, Ward," I observe.

"We're still doing this, are we?" Drake asks, draining the last of his coffee. "Thought you'd given up."

"Not a chance, Washington."

Drake rolls his eyes as he gets up from the table. "You're like a dog with a bone, aren't you?"

"You said yesterday that there was nothing wrong with dogs, Webster."

"True," he acknowledges. "But you're still getting colder."

"I'll strike gold eventually," I assure him. "So, given that today's a washout, any suggestions on what one can do to pass the time 'round here?"

Drake assesses me for a long moment. "How's your aim, Gale?"

* * *

Ten minutes later, we are down in the bowels of the Palace, navigating a narrow stone corridor that looked like it had been hewn from the very bedrock of the cliff itself. I shiver at the sudden change of temperature and pull my cardigan tighter around myself.

"So, where are we going exactly?" I ask, glancing dubiously at the cold stone walls.

When Drake had asked me about my aim, I had thought that he would be taking me to shoot some hoops, or maybe for a game of pool, but now I had no idea what his plan was.

Was he taking me to the dungeons?

"You'll see."

"Don't you get tired of being so mysterious all the time, Weaver?"

"Nope. And still cold."

I sigh in exasperation.

I'd already exhausted about a dozen possibilities for Drake's surname, and I was still no closer to guessing it. But I was determined to extract it from him, even if it killed me...

Okay, maybe I was not that desperate, but I still really wanted to know.

"Wait here a sec," he tells me, as we arrive at a small wooden door that looked to be at least a hundred years old.

Drake knocks and a moment later the door opens. As he disappears inside, I catch a brief glimpse of some uniformed men sitting in front of computer screens before the door closes.

I frown. What were we doing at the King's Guard command centre?

After a few minutes, Drake emerges, carrying what look like two small plastic briefcases. "Let's go."

We proceed down the corridor until we arrive at another door, this one is much newer and made of metal. Drake taps the access code into the security panel before pulling the door open.

Stepping inside, I am greeted by a strange smell that I cannot place. I hear the door bang shut behind me, and we are momentarily shrouded in darkness, but a second later Drake flips on the industrial overhead lights.

As the space becomes illuminated, I realise that we are in an old cellar that had been converted into a state-of-the-art shooting range.

"Are you sure we're allowed to be in here?" I ask, spinning around.

There were four ranges set up with moveable targets, along with a couple of metal tables and some folding metal chairs.

"I cleared it with Bastien," he replies, depositing the two cases on one of the tables.

"Is this where the King's Guard train?"

"Not just the Guard," he says, flipping the cases open. "But the entire Palace security team. There's an outdoor range on the outskirts of the city that they use as well."

"I'm guessing your dad showed you this place?"

"Yeah. And taught me to shoot."

"Because everyone in Cordonia is packin'?" I ask dryly.

"No," scoffs Drake, taking boxes of bullets out of one of the cases and lining them up on the table. "But growing up in rural Texas, and then serving in the Army, it was a skill that Dad wanted me and Savs to learn."

"Savannah came down here as well?" I ask in surprise.

"Not as much," he admits. "But Dad still insisted on teaching her the basics."

"Is that why you brought me here, Wright? To teach me the basics?"

"If you're game," he smirks. "And still no."

I huff in frustration. How many surnames starting with W were there?

Changing the topic, in the hope of catching him off guard, I ask, "So, West... Do you ever take girls on normal dates? Y'know, like the movies or the fair? Or is it only high-octane, edge-of-your-seat stuff with you?"

"What makes you think this is a date, Gale?" he counters, pulling two guns from the other case to inspect them.

"I just want to know what I'm getting into, Wells," I reply matter-of-factly. "Like, do I need to prepare myself for spelunking or sky diving the next time around?

Drake quirks a brow. "Why? Are those the kind of dates you like to go on?"

"I'm up for trying anything once," I admit. "I mean, I'd never been on a motorbike before yesterday, and now here I am about to shoot a gun for the first time in my life."

"Not before we go over some ground rules."

"Like, not shooting each other in the foot?"

"Yes. Now, see this little switch here? This is the safety. If you're not aiming at a target, you need to flick it on, so you don't shoot anything accidentally."

"Got it, Winchester."

"Whatever you do, do not touch the muzzle after firing, or you will regret it."

"Aye-aye, Williams."

Drake rolls his eyes. "And last, but not least, we'll be wearing ear and eye protection while we're in here."

"Yessir, Mr White, sir," I reply with a mock salute.

"Just...no," he groans. "Right, so you have two options. This here is a Beretta 92. It's a semi-automatic, which means that after you fire, the next bullet cycles automatically into the chamber, so you can keep firing without having to manually pull the slide each time. It's a solid gun that's used by military and law enforcement around the world."

"This was your dad's, wasn't it?" I ask as I examine the sturdy-looking firearm, with its well-worn grip.

"Yes."

"And this one?" I ask, pointing to the other gun.

"That's a SIG Sauer P226. It's also a semi-automatic, but it has a completely different feel to the Beretta. It's the go-to choice for several special-ops and counter-terrorism teams. I suggest you start with this one. It’s a bit lighter and sits better in your hand."

"Okay," I say. "So, we picked our weapons. I'm guessing we need to load them?"

"Yup. These are yours," he says, pushing a box of bullets towards me, and plonking the magazine on top.

"So, you just shove them in?"

"Pretty much," he nods, loading the Beretta's magazine with practiced ease.

I try to imitate him, but getting the slippery bullets in was definitely one of those things that looked easier said than done, and I'm still struggling with the first round by the time Drake's loaded all ten of his.

"A little help, please?"

"What's this, Gale? Have we found something that doesn't come naturally to you?"

"Yes, gloat all you want, Wolf," I grumble as I watch him make quick work of the rounds. "But this is your area of expertise, not mine."

"Wolf, eh?" he asks with a grin, handing the fully loaded magazine back to me. "Like the sound of that. 'Drake Wolf's' got a badass ring to it."

I take the magazine from him with a roll of my eyes. "Course you w— Oh, my God!" I exclaim, nearly dropping it. "That's heavy!"

"Wait till you're holding the gun as well," says Drake. "But safety comes first."

He extracts a pair of safety glasses from one of the cases and pops it onto my face before putting on his own. He then places some heavy-duty ear protectors around my neck.

"Okay, now you need to click the magazine into the gun, like so," he says, demonstrating. "If you need to release the mag to reload it, you press this button here." He catches the magazine in his other hand and holds it out to me.

"Looks easy enough," I admit, reaching for the loaded mag.

Taking the gun from him, I slot the magazine into the bottom of the handle and give it a smack to click it in. As Drake had promised, the weight of the loaded weapon is considerable, and I'm struggling to hold it in one hand.

"Now, before we let you loose, we need to go over stance. There are a couple of different ways to hold a gun, but the key takeaways are that you need to have your legs apart, both hands around the gun, looking down the sight," he explains, demonstrating each stage.

"Like this?"

"Not quite..." Placing his gun on the table, he moves over to me and begins correcting my stance. "Shoulders down, knees bent, elbows in. Also, keep your finger off the trigger until you're ready to fire. You can rest it on the trigger guard if you want to."

"Who knew that firing a gun was so technical..." I mutter.

"Despite what they would have you believe in movies and TV shows, it's not just point and shoot. If you aren't in the correct stance, you'll be luckily to hit a barn door, much less a moving target, as you're not gonna be able to sight your shot properly."

"But how is this comfortable?" I protest. The unusual position was starting to cramp up my neck and shoulders, making me wonder how anyone could fire a gun from such a forced stance.

"You get used to it," shrugs Drake, picking up the Beretta again. "Ready to give it a go?"

"After you, Webber."

He rolls his eyes. "Remember," he says, moving to stand behind me as I line up to make my first shot. "Shoulders down, elbows in. And don't forget to flick the safety off."

He gently positions the ear protectors over my head before stepping back.

Taking a deep breath, I line up my first shot as best I can and squeeze the trigger. The crack of the bullet exploding from the muzzle echoes loudly through the cavernous space and the kick of the recoil reverberates up my arm, making me stagger back in surprise. Unsurprisingly, the bullet goes wide, missing the target completely and embedding itself in the wall at the far end of the range.

"Holy crap!" I exclaim, my heart pounding from the visceral experience.

"Not bad," observes Drake, moving one of the muffs off my ear so I can hear him. "But you need to relax a bit."

"Yes, because firing a deadly weapon is such a relaxing experience," I mutter dryly.

"It's very therapeutic, actually," he counters, putting his hands on my hips to twist them slightly. "Especially if you've had a shit day..."

"Call of Duty doesn't cut it for you?"

"Not when you know what the real thing feels like," he murmurs, his face a hair's breadth from mine as he reaches around me to tweak the angle of my arms. "Try now."

I line up my shot again, trying to concentrate on aiming down the barrel, but all I can think about is Drake's presence behind me as he slots my ear protectors back on.

Taking a deep breath, I refocus my attention on the target with some difficulty as Drake gently presses my shoulders down. I squeeze the trigger again and this time I see a tiny hole appear on the edge of the paper.

"I did it!" I cry. "I hit the target!"

"Most people would call that a miss. But since this is your first time, I think we can make some concessions."

"All right then, Mr Texas Ranger. Show us what you've got."

"Finally getting warmer," he mutters — almost too quiet for me to hear — as he pulls his gun out from where he had stashed it in the waistband of his jeans.

Taking up position in the lane next to me, he focuses on the target at the end of the room and his entire demeanour suddenly changes. Gone is the Drake I know, and in his place stands a fierce man singularly focused on the task at hand. Taking a breath, he raises his gun in one smooth motion and on the exhale, he fires off five shots in quick succession, barely even flinching each time the heavy pistol kicks back in his hand.

"Holy crap..." I breathe.

All his shots had clustered around the centre of the bullseye and I suddenly feel weak in the knees, knowing that if the situation ever presented itself, Drake would not hesitate to shoot to kill in order to protect those he cared about.

On one hand, it was disturbing to realise that he had such a remorseless aspect to his personality. But, at the same time, the primitive, cavewoman part of my brain found it seriously sexy that he was a man who would stand his ground in the face of adversity.

"Something on your mind, Gale?" asks Drake, appraising me with a knowing look.

I shake myself out of my thoughts. "You just love showing off, don't you, Wallace?"

"What part of that was showing off?" he asks. "And you're getting colder again."

"What else would you call hitting the bullseye five times in a row?"

"The inevitable result of years of practice."

"So, you're saying that this is another one of those important life-skills that you hone in your spare time?" I scoff, recalling the conversation we had on the night of the cronut run.

"Yes," he replies seriously. "Given the number of assassination attempts there have been on the royal family over the years, the last thing I want is to have someone die on my watch because I let myself get sloppy."

"But isn't it the job of the King's Guard to protect the royal family?"

"It may be their job, but Chris has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if he got hurt... or killed, especially if I could've done something to prevent it."

"That's very selfless of you," I say softly, laying a hand on his arm. "But what about your mom and Savannah? They've already lost your dad in the line of duty... How do you think they'd feel if they lost you too?"

"Proud that I stepped up to do was necessary for king and country."

"You're just a regular patriot, aren't you?" I grumble under my breath.

“Someone has to be.”

Fixing him with a serious expression, I say, "Look, I know I'm in no position to tell you what to do, or what choices to make. Just...promise me you'll think twice before doing anything stupid. Because while you may be willing to put your life on the line, the actions you take will affect those around you as well."

"You sayin’ you'd miss me, Gale?" he murmurs, gazing down at me with the same impenetrable look as yesterday.

"Maybe you're starting you grow on me, Walker," I whisper.

Drake's eyes widen almost imperceptibly in surprise.

"Holy shit..." I breathe. "It's Walker, isn't it? That's why you said—"

"Yes, well done, Gale," mutters Drake dryly. "It only took you about a hundred wrong guesses... Plus, I gave you a massive hint."

"What happened to making me work for it?"

"Maybe I took pity on you and decided to put you out of your misery..."

"Is that your way of saying that you might be developing a soft spot for me?"

"You just love psychoanalysing everything I say, don't you?" he murmurs, mocha eyes boring into mine.

"Oh, admit it, Walker," I say sweetly, trailing my finger down his chest. "You secretly love it."

"You're impossible..."

"Now, where have I heard that one before?" I ask with a smile, tilting my face up to his.

"Maybe you're starting to rub off on me, Gale," replies Drake softly.

He reaches up to brush the back of his hand against my cheek, and I inhale sharply, his touch setting off a million sparks of electricity over my skin.

"Walker!" calls a male voice from behind me. "A-tu fini ici?"

I jump back from Drake, my face beet red.

Turning around, I can see one of the King's Guard poking his head into the room from the doorway.

"Deux minutes, Allard," replies Drake, clearing his throat.

"Bien sûr," nods the man before withdrawing and clicking the door shut.

"You speak French?" I ask in surprise, my heart thudding in my chest — and not just from the surprise of the unexpected interruption.

"Yeah," replies Drake, moving over to the wall to press a button to reel in the shot-up targets. "I grew up here, didn't I? French is one of the official languages of kingdom, so you learn it in school. Plus, Mom spoke it with Savs and me at home."

"Oh. Right." Duh... For some reason, I kept forgetting that Drake was half-Cordonian.

"We should get going. We don't want to keep the guys waiting."

"Guys, eh?" I ask, walking back to the table where Drake had left the gun cases. "You spend a lot of time down here, then?"

"Not as much as I would like, given the busyness of the social season. But, normally, I’m down here at least once a week. It's a chance to catch a break from all the formality and posturing upstairs."

"They're kind of like an extended family to you, aren't they?" I ask, handing the gun to Drake so he can put it away.

"You could say that," he admits, unclicking the magazine and quickly pulling the remaining bullets out. “Some of them knew Dad back in the day."

"Well, thank you for bringing me down here," I say sincerely, removing my protective gear. "Not just for the crash-course in how to shoot, but also for giving me a peek behind the curtain of your life."

"Honestly, there's not that much to see," shrugs Drake, clicking the cases shut and making his way towards the door.

"I disagree," I reply, following him out. "I would never have guessed that you had an interest in... all this, if you hadn't shown it to me."

"Walker... Demoiselle," nods Allard as we file past. He's leaning against the wall of narrow corridor with two other former-military type men, no doubt also waiting for their turn on the range.

"Allard," greets Drake. "Marquez, Schweitzer."

"I wish I had known about this place earlier," I whisper once they're out of earshot. "I could've just called down here and gotten your last name in seconds."

"I seriously doubt that," replies Drake. "Pretty much everyone down here is ex-military or law enforcement. They're not going to rat out one of their own."

"Out of respect for your dad?"

"Yeah..." replies Drake after a moment. "Anyway, lemme drop these off and then we can head back upstairs."

"And hopefully find some lunch," I add.

"We had breakfast an hour ago."

"Oh. Do you think we could make a detour by the kitchens and grab a snack? Honing important life-skills is hungry work, after all."

"I'll see what I can do," replies Drake with a wry smile, disappearing into the command centre.

The story continues in Chapter 19 - Race to the Finish

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blush-and-books · 4 years ago

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The End of Julie and the Phantoms - A [very long] Theory

The core of this theory was inspired by many posts that I have seen saying that Julie’s “everything was a dream” shirt may have insinuated that nothing happening on the show is actually reality. I brought my series finale pitch to my dear friend @willexx who then helped me develop this headcanon into something I cried about during lunch.

It starts out pretty heavy, but there are some little light things here and there because it’s what the himbos would have wanted.

We start here:

In the last episode, the boys are ready too cross over. It’s an emotional moment for everyone, they’re crying, Julie is sobbing, and we as an audience have definitely seen better days. With one last “we love you, Julie,” a flash of light overtakes the garage space, blinding our screens.

The scene flashes to Julie lying in bed, waking up from her ringing alarm.

She is visibly confused, clearly wondering how she got to bed when the last thing that she remembers is the boys’ painful departure. When she reaches for her phone to turn off her alarm -- it’s a school day -- she quickly notices the date:

It’s the same day in 2020 that she met the boys, that she was going to clean out her mom’s garage, and that she had to perform to keep her spot in the music program.

So, none of it was real?

Not exactly.

The experience was a sort of dream-like saga that was designed for her to be able to grieve on her own, and rediscover her voice in her own way. But just as the panic sets in that it was a complete figment of her imagination, the feeling of cold metal on her left hand becomes too hard to ignore: One of Luke’s rings.

Reggie’s leather jacket is hanging in her closet.

Alex’s fanny pack is slung across the back of a chair.

But when she runs downstairs, clad in her dinosaur slippers, rushing to the garage to see if the guys were there -- they aren’t. They have crossed over.

As she moves through the day, she’s a new Julie, but everything else is the same. Instead of a baseball cap and low ponytail, Julie throws on her black jeans and Reggie’s leather and lets her hair run wild. She’s displaying a confidence that Flynn hasn’t seen in a long time, that seemed to have hit Julie overnight.

Julie sings Wake Up in music, and keeps her spot in the program. She doesn’t oogle Nick in the halls and she tells Carrie off when there’s an attempt at an insult made.

Real or not, the boys helped her. They did their job.

When she gets home, and Ray irks her about cleaning the garage or selling the house, she is quick to insist that she doesn’t want to move and that if he needs her for the rest of the night, she’ll be in her mother’s studio.

There aren’t any instruments except for the piano, and the space has the original layer of dust that it had before her and the guys started using the space again. Julie feels empty. But she reminds herself that the ring on her finger is real, extremely real, so she retraces her steps that she had taken in the first episode and tracks down the Sunset Curve demo CD, puts it in the stereo, and plays it.

Nothing happens. Or, at least -- nothing that she could see.

The camera pans up as Julie is hard at work to organize the garage, and we see the boys in the chairs on the ceiling, watching over her fondly.

~This is where @willexx started to throw in some epic ideas~

The boys are real, and they have crossed over, which renders Julie unable to see them. However, in her reset reality without them, no one remembers Julie and the Phantoms or the fact that the boys existed in the first place. The boys, while she can’t see them, visit her and try to make contact with her as much as they can, even though their times with her are limited since they are supposed to be on the other side.

She’ll feel a ghost of a touch on her hand or her hair, and know that Luke is there. When she’s in the car and the radio is on a country station, she knows that it’s Reggie. In a journal for school, a small “okay” will be written in the corner of a page, and it is Alex. These little notes keep her going, and she’ll just sigh and say “my boys,” and leave everyone around her confused.

Sometimes, when she wakes up in the morning, the demo tape can be heard playing in the garage. Somehow she’ll get filled with hope that if she runs into the garage, the boys will be there rocking out without her like she used to scold them for left and right -- but no one is there. Ray comments that the stereo is broken and Julie has no choice but to nod along.

One day she finds Luke’s songbook that had been buried in the plastic garbage bags of the boys’ belongings. She still brings Unsaid Emily to his parents, and she cries herself to sleep that night.

When Julie blows up as a solo artist, she actually records Unsaid Emily, and she records Bright, and all of the other songs that her and Luke wrote together. Luke Patterson is in the writing credits for many of the songs, where Trevor never bothered to list him, and a part of Luke is at piece.

On the two year anniversary of Rose’s passing, Julie finds Luke’s “angst flannel.” Ray asks where she got it; she tells him a thrift store. But it feels warm, like all of the guys are there, hugging her.

Another morning, she could swear that Luke and Reggie are strumming out Flying Solo on level one volume, and once again finds herself darting to the garage with no good excuse except to keep her hopes up. They, unsurprisingly, aren’t there -- but a note is, that says “you’re a star, Jules. We love you.”

The handwriting is messy. She knows it’s from Luke, who probably fought the boys to even write the note because he just wanted to talk to her even though they need to move on and his handwriting is awful. The note gets tucked into the pocket of the flannel, and when she needs to be reminded that she’ll be okay, she pulls it out of the pocket and holds it tight.

Before every show, she reads the note, and mumbles a little prayer to them wherever they are -- even if no one else believes they are real.

When Luke’s flannel starts to lose it’s original sweet scent of Emily and Mitch’s house, Julie spends an hour crying on the floor of her bathroom. A faded orange beanie appears in her room the next day.

Little notes from Luke appear here and there, but never from any of the guys. In the shadows where she can’t see them, Alex tells Luke that in order for both themselves and Julie to move on, Luke needs to stop leaving her notes -- so most of the ones that Julie finds are even more messy than usual, like Luke was trying to write them without the guys noticing.

During one of their forbidden conversations, Julie says to Luke: “hey, I never told you this before... But I’m so glad you’re here. I don’t know what I would do without knowing that you guys were still around. I think I would have lost my mind, and would have been convinced that I went crazy.”

Luke could have ran to Alex, repeated Julie’s tearful words, and given the drummer a fat “I told you so.” But he doesn’t. Julie’s validation is the only validation that he needs.

Whenever her and Carlos and Ray make an extra seat at their dinner table for Rose, Julie imagines, deep in her mind, that it is for Reggie too. Reggie deserved a seat at their table; deserved to be a part of their family. A family that would have loved him. And when a fork falls off of the table, Julie knows he’s there. One day, Julie asks Ray how he would have felt about having another son. He responds confused, and Julie gets tears in her eyes, and neither of them bring it up again.

When Julie and Flynn go to Pride together, Julie wears Alex’s fanny pack even though she hadn’t gotten any signs from him since they had all moved on. He still doesn’t reach out afterwards, too overwhelmed by her gesture to think of a way to properly extend his gratitude and love for the girl who is keeping his spirit alive -- but Luke lets her know that he was grateful.

Luke still visits Julie like he visits Emily and Mitch. And on Luke’s birthday every year, Julie goes to a little bakery after school and buys herself a cupcake; sneaking downstairs in the middle of the night to light a candle and sing happy birthday. When she lights the candle, the candle gets blown out. Every year after that first year, she gets candles that you have to turn on and off so that Luke can’t ruin the moment.

(He ends up throwing the fake candle on the ground out of retaliation.)

Julie is so emotionally stable for the most part that the complete change is a shock to Ray. He tries to ask her what happened, but she always acts like nothing happened and then hides in her room for hours. Sometimes, she makes random little comments out of the blew and Ray has many conversations with Victoria on whether or not he should have Julie seeing Dr. Turner again.

At her first solo concert, Julie walks into the dressing room to find “Stand Tall” written three times, in three different handwriting styles, in red, pink, and blue. The message in blue is the messiest by far, and is followed up with a heart.

The name of Julie’s first album is Phantoms.

#julie and the phantoms #julie and the himbos #jatp #jatp theory #jatp headcanons #julie molina #luke patterson

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grouptalekindnesssoulstories · 4 years ago

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Blissful Cuddles

I was discussing how my idea machine was malfunctioning with Holly, and then I realized, oh my god they were roommates and one bed. The only question was Roceit or Moceit?

Warnings: Swearing (it’s me, it was gonna happen), gay panic, a surprised bear, this is mostly fluff but there may be things I missed.

Summary: Janus Declan Jones really wished he hadn’t agreed to the roommate road trip.

Words: 1,061

“Dee pleaaaseeee?” Pat begged, employing his famous puppy eyes to get the smallest roommate to agree. DJ really hated how much they worked on him.

“....fine” He mumbled, hiding his blush by ducking his head away from the tall pudgy man. There were cheers from the technically sole owners of the house. The Roy brothers were really big softies but they were so loud to DJ’s sensitive ears.

“Careful with my brother, he’s fragile” Virgil appeared, smiling at his twin.

“Only cause you took all the strength and height in the split, my dear fraternal twin” DJ sniped back, glancing to the chair where V’s partner was reading quietly. Logan ignored the other five roommates, instead choosing to look over the details of the trip.

~~~

That was how DJ ended up in squished between Roman and Patton, the boys who both Logan and Virgil were well aware DJ was crushing hard on. They were busy discussing something from a musical, which had flown over DJ’s head from the sheer gay panic he was in.

“Deeeee. Got any snacks” Remus poked the back of DJ’s head.

“Ew. Ask your brother or your boyfriend” That was the other thing. Remus had already claimed Patton, and DJ did not want to butt in on that relationship. Sweet Patton balanced Remus out.

“Already tried. They wouldn’t give me any” Re whined, draping his arms over his longtime friend.

“Come oooonnnn little brother. You’re such a rotter, we agreed we wouldn’t eat until the rest stop, and switching drivers” Roman batted at the black-nailed man.

“Actually, we are pulling up now Roman” Logan informed the backseat, saving the others from an epic Roy brother fight. Roman would be taking over driving, while DJ moved into the back, leaving Pat or Remus to claim shotgun so the lovebirds could nap. Remus immediately pounced on the snacks after they returned from the bathroom.

“I claim shotgun!” Pat immediately called, saving himself from his boyfriend’s mess and preventing any arguments between the brothers.

“You good back there Dee for the last hour of our drive?”

“If they made cars for comfort rather than money, I would be more comfortable. However, in the circumstances presented, yes I will be okay” DJ responded automatically.

~~~

It ended up being an extra half an hour after a bad accident on the road. The boys arrived a little stiffer than expected, but otherwise fine.

“I claim the master bedroom!” Remus immediately shouted, pulling Patton after him to plop their bags on the sheets.

“That leaves the rest of us in here and here” Logan pointed at each room in turn before continuing. “Any preference? I would like to room with Virgil of course”

“That one” Roman pointed to the further room after a thick silence.

“Satisfactory. I’ll start dinner once I have unpacked” Logan called over his shoulder as he carried in his bags. The other duo moved towards the room for the week, not looking at each other.

“Oh no. There was supposed to be another bed. REMUS” Roman paled as he saw the singular bed in the room.

“No, no! it’s fine. We can switch who sleeps in the chair and who gets the bed, or I can share V’s bed” DJ quickly interjected.

“What” Remus shambled over, his hair in disarray. No doubt he had already dove into the bed to either make it into a nest or a blanket fort. Time would tell.

“We’re missing a bed” Roman pointed to the room.

“Huh. Guess we are. I’ll call the guy we’re renting from, but he doesn’t work weekends, so you’ll have to share for at least the weekend” Remus shrugged, turning back towards his own room.

“I’ll take the chair” DJ immediately volunteered, plopping his bag on it.

“No, no. That wouldn’t be chivalrous of me. I’ll take the chair until the problem is sorted out”

“Chivalry. Not a common word anymore” DJ snorted to hide his panic.

“Well, my lord, you’ll find I live by it. Though, by now, I would have expected you to realize” Roman bowed. The man bowed. Who the fuck does that?!

‘I’m gonna explore. I’ll see you later!” DJ shouted, running from the room. He threw open the front door, racing barefoot into the woods.

“Wait! Dee! There’s a bea-” DJ screamed as Roman’s warning came too late. There was indeed a bear. He was sniffing around a campfire from the previous renters. At the commotion, he stood on his back legs from shock. DJ stopped a few yards from him. The two eyed each other silently, before Roman caught up.

“Roman, no. Back away slowly, don’t meet his eyes. And do not turn your back to him” DJ instructed softly, his heart calming at last. He followed his own advice, backing up a step at a time, watching the bear’s feet. After a huff, the bear lowered himself to four legs and went back to searching for food as the men reached the open door. They closed it, gasping in relief.

“I...forgot you work with..trails. You didn’t need a knight in shining armor...just to calm down” Roman panted, sweeping his hair from his brow.

“Yea. Yea. I just didn’t expect a bear so close to an inhabited location. I’m going to have words with the owner of this place. Either him or his renters are not treating this area with respect!” DJ stood up, storming over to the phone.

“Whoa-”

“REMUS give me the number of the owner” DJ yelled, tapping his foot impatiently. Roman finally reached him when Remus did. The boys gaped at the side of DJ they rarely saw. He really cared for wildlife, and was working on a degree to work with them. A fact they often forgot./

“Look. He’s going to thro-”

“I don’t care. I will call the people in the area to make sure they know of this. This is not acceptable, and the wildlife rangers here need to be aware that bear could become a problem. So either I start with the owner, or I start with them. Choice is up to you, will you give me the number or not?”

“Wildcat, can you wait until the morning to speak with the owner? Call the rangers, and wait for them to give you the facts” Roman suggested. The nickname replaced some of the anger with gay panic.

“Alright. But I’m calling them now” DJ turned to the phone and dialed the number.

~~~

Dinner and a movie left all six of the men sleepy. DJ had finally calmed after handing over the problem to the rangers. They would call the owner and figure out the root of the problem while figuring out how to handle the bear itself.

“Come on sweetheart” Roman murmured, scooping up DJ in bridal style and caring him to bed. He was already in his pj’s, so he was just put in bed.

“Nooo. Come sleep with me” Dj made grabby hands and pouted. Roman chuckled softly and obliged. The two cuddled as they drifted to sleep. Roman was the first to wake in the morning. He immediately melted at the adorable sight of Dee sleeping. He pulled the smaller man closer, burying his face in his messy hair.

“I want to wake up next to you every morning” He breathed, not realizing the extra warmth had woken DJ.

“Then make a move, coward” In a moment of sleepy boldness Dj piped up. There was some spluttering before the magic words appeared.

“Date me?”

“Yes you big idiot. I’ve had a crush on you since high school when Re brought us over that first time” DJ snuggled closer,smiling blissfully.

“Well, this solves the singular bed situation. No need for a second bed if we love each other”

“Shut up and let me sleep. My anger yesterday drained me”

“Yes sir”

#platonic DRLAMP #analogical #trans!virgil #intruality #roceit #sympathetic sides

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1-800-hellraiser · 4 years ago

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I Wanna Be your Girlfriend (BEN Drowned x Female!Reader)

Requested by: No one

Pages: 7.2

Words: 2,637

Associated song: I wanna be your girlfriend - Girl in Red

!Tw! Swearing and mentions/a picture of facial scaring, that's about it.

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"I don't wanna be your friend, I wanna be your bitch. And I wanna touch you but not like this."

"Yo fuckers, I'm going down to the convince store, you want any thing?" You ask to the three pastas lounging on the couch. The other two pastas shake their heads, but the third one makes himself known. "Could you get me a blue raspberry slushie please?" He asks slinking his head upside down over the back couch, his golden locks flowing straight down. You chuckle at the childish nature of the virus. "Sure thing, BEN." You exit the mansion and begin walking.

As you're walking out of the forest, you itch your face slightly, your breath hitches at the painful sensation. When you first got to the mansion, a certain monochrome fuck decided to pick a fight with your unstable, shaken up ass. He left you with four long scars down your face. Thankfully, he didn't damage your eye at all.

You don't bother wearing a mask to hide your face. You simply don't have the energy to give a fuck. You understand why people stare, it's odd and unusual to have that type of scaring. You don't mind, curiosity gets the best of us sometimes.

Anyways, you reach the convince store and pad inside. Inside was a wonderland of junk. Everything from Twinkies to state made craft beer. Your eyes wander around before spotting the slushie machine. There are four selections of slushie to choose from. There's Coke, blue raspberry, cherry, and green apple. You go to grab a cup, but then realize BEN had never mentioned a size. Quickly, you pull out your phone and text BEN.

Y/n

Yo BEN, what size do you want?

You decide to get your own slushie too. You pull out a medium cup and cover, then choose your flavor. You gently push back the lever and watch the mix of flavor syrup and crushed ice enter your cup. You take a red straw and poke it into the slushie. You almost forget about BEN's slushie until you feel your phone buzz in your non dominant hand.

Lil' Green Bitch

Uhhhhh, get me a medium plz

Y/n

'Aight

You take another medium cup and fill it with the blue slushie. You grab another straw for BEN and stick it in the back pocket of your jeans along with your phone. You walk up to the depressed looking teenage cashier and put both drinks on the counter. You pull out your wallet before hand, so it isn't as awkward trying to pay. The cashier looks up the price for the slushies, since there is no barcode.

"Your total is $3.25 miss." The cashier sighs out. You open your wallet and pull out exact change. You hand the cashier your money and slide your wallet back into your pocket. "Have a good day." "You too sir." You reply, grabbing the slushies and leaving. You start your walk back to the mansion.

"I'm back bitches." You announce, opening the front door. You look around for your favorite green midget, but he's nowhere to be seen. "Have any of you seen BEN?" You ask the two other pastas, who are still on the couch. You close the door with your foot and walk over to the couch. "I think he went to his room." Jeff rasps, you nod and thank him.

You know where BEN's room is by memory because you and BEN have weekly sleepovers. Speaking of which, you're having one tonight in BEN's room. Your heart flutters at the thought of such a thing. You and BEN are best friends, you hit it off when you two first met. You started developing feelings for the glitch, you've crushed on him for almost a year now. You always keep your cool around him though, as to not raise any suspicion.

You knock at his room door, waiting for him to come out. "Coming!" He says through the door. You hear some shuffling from the other side and a small 'ow'. A few seconds later, he opens the door. You try and hide your blush the best you can, as he us wearing a black tank top and white boxers with the triforce symbol all over them.

"Pfft, nice boxers BEN," you comment sarcastically. You see a hint of a blush across his cheeks. "Thanks, would you like to take a closer look~?" BEN flirts, you laugh. "Ew no," you laugh out, punching him in the shoulder. "Anyway, here's your slushie loser." You say, handing the slushie to BEN. "Thanks bitch." BEN replies, you chuckle. "See you tonight," you say, begining to walk away. "See you tonight," BEN concludes.

Walking back up to your room, you take a sip of your slushie. You wonder what you and BEN are going to do at the sleepover. You usually surprise each other, the last sleepover you had, BEN took you to McDonald's at three am and harassed the workers working the drive thru. Fun times.

You open your bedroom door and walk in. Your room is decorated with posters you stole from victim's homes. You also have LED lights (also stolen) around the perimeter of your room. They're off right now, so you pick up the remote and set them to f/c. You smile proudly at the LED's, you also have Polaroid's strung up on some wire you found in the mansion. You have ones with you and BEN, you and Clockwork, you and Jeff, and you and your old friends.

You have the photos because you snuck back to your old house to steal some of your most important possessions. You also have a lava lamp you bought from Spencer's, it looks dope. You take off your shoes and set them next to your door, and set your slushie on your nightstand. You decide to take a nice, hot shower.

You grab a pair of black leggings that are ripped all over. You also grab a black long tee shirt that goes down to your mid thigh. It shows your s/t shoulders and has a graphic of a skeletal hand with a cigarette with the words 'smoking kills' in cursive, white letters. It has the classic two bold white stripes on the sleeves. You also grab some clean undergarments and socks.

You pad into the bathroom and close the door behind you. You turn on the faucet and put your hand underneath the water flow to test the warmth. As soon as the water hit your hand, you reel back and hiss in pain. You turn the knob a bit and wait for the water to cool down. As soon as the water cooled down enough, you slip the rest of your body into the shower.

You step out of the steaming shower and wrap yourself in a towel. You dry your hair and style it however you would like. You slip on your undergarments and socks first. Then, you pull on your ripped leggings, making sure you don't get your feet caught and rip them more. Then, you slip your long shirt on over them. You put on some deodorant and check your phone, Your phone clock reads 5:54.

"Shit!" You whisper as you go back to your room and grab your shoes. You're supposed to meet in BEN in his room at 6 pm (18:00). You put them on quickly and grab a f/c drawstring bag sitting in the corner of your room. You snatch the bag and fill it with your phone, phone charger, a blanket, some extra cash, and your handy dandy pocket knife.

You almost fall down the stairs trying to get to BEN's room in time. You bust open his door at exactly 6 pm (18:00), panting like you just ran a marathon. "Hey princess." BEN greets nonchalantly, you wave at him back. "Alright, since you took me somewhere on our last sleepover, I was thinking I could take you to some places, if you're up for it." BEN nods and gets up off his bed. "Alright, let's get our stuff set up first before we go." You nod and take the blanket out of your bag.

You observe the setup you and BEN have made and nod proudly. BEN set up a t.v on the floor and you both built a pillow fort to watch scary movies in when you both are done being teenage hooligans. Next to the t.v is a mini fridge BEN kept in his room for your sleepovers. He also has it in his room because he will deck anyone that eats his leftovers.

"Ready?" You ask, turning to BEN, "Yup, ready." You grab your drawstring back full of essentials and leave with BEN. Once you get out side, BEN asks you where you're going. "I was thinking we could hit up McDonalds, then walk around until we find an abandoned building to hang in." You explain, BEN nods, "Sounds like a plan to me."

You both arrive at the pretty beaten up McDonald's and you both walk in. "Welcome to McDonalds, how may I take your order?" The cashier asks boredly, you turn to BEN. "I'll take a ten piece chicken McNugget please." BEN responds politely, rocking back and forth on his heels. "Okay, and what about you Miss?" "I'll take a f/o (favorite order) please!" The cashier nods and rings the order up. "Your total is $13.45." You nod and dig in your bag for your wallet.

"Don't worry N/n, I got you." BEN states and pulls a twenty out of seemingly nowhere. "O-oh, thank you B." You gush, that was very kind of him. So kind of him, it made your heart beat harder in your chest. "Alright, your food will be out in a minute." The cashiers words snap you out of your lovey daze. You nod and walk over to a table to sit at while waiting for your food with BEN.

"What's our order number?" You ask, BEN looks back at the receipt. "Uhhh, order number 69, nice." He chuckles, you giggle back. "I have another question, where did the twenty come from?" BEN chuckles again. "I always have spare change in my hat." He takes off his hat and hands it to you, you peer inside and see another ten dollars and five quarters.

"Woah, that is the most epic magic trick I've ever seen." You say sarcastically at BEN, he chuckles. "My pleasure, Y/n." "Order 69?" You her somebody shout, you turn to BEN. "I'll go get it." You say, standing up from the booth. "Thank you miss!" You chirp at the cashier that just gave you your order. You set the tray down and begin to eat.

After you and BEN are done, you take care of the tray and leave. "So, where to now?" BEN asks, you smile, a great idea popping into your head. "I know the perfect abandoned house to hang out in, its a 15 minute walk from here," You explain to BEN. "Ok, lead the way N/n." You clasp your hands together in excitement. Hopefully, your plan is going to go smoothly.

Your plan is to go to the abandoned house, and explore with BEN for a bit. After that, you lead him up to a window that you can get to the roof from. You are going to sit on the roof with BEN and tell him how you feel. Hopefully, he feels the same way about you.

You arrive at the abandoned house with BEN. You both walk up to the front door, "After you m'lady," BEN motions, tipping his hat. "Thank you my fair gentleman." You took a bow and enter the building, both of you giggling. You carefully step around fallen debris and rotten floorboards. You make sure that BEN was also being safe, you love BEN, but he is quite a handful.

You both walk into the dust covered living room. There was an ugly yellow rug lying in the floor, and a black table sitting on top. Two beige recliners are sitting at opposite angles facing towards the wall. Behind that, was a window with spindly white curtains. You both investigate the living room before moving on to the rest of the house.

The house is very small, it only has a living room, a kitchen, two bathrooms and one bedroom. So, you move on to the kitchen. The kitchen had a pretty white wallpaper with pastel pink flowers all over it, it looks like someone painted the flowers with watercolors. Theres noting in the kitchen other than the cabinets and sink. You look in the sink and on the counters. BEN snoops through the cabinets. He finds nothing other than a single black marble.

"Yo, N/n, look what I found." BEN says, showing you the completely black orb. "Woah, that's sick!" You say looking intently at the black orb. You both exit the kitchen. "Do you wanna split up for the bathrooms?" You ask BEN, "Sure" he says. So, you both split up, you go upstairs and see two doors. You don't know which one is the bathroom, so you did the best thing you could to chose which door to go into first.

"Eenie meenie miney mo catch the tiger by the toe, if he hollars let him go." You end, your index finger pointing at the door in the right. You open the door to the bathroom and walk in. Pretty pastel blue tiles cover the walls. You see a sink with a mirror above it, it is one of those mirror cabnets. You push on the mirror, it inverts then squeaks open. Your eyes catch on a dusty orange cylinder. You pick it up, there's no label, interesting.

BEN enters the bathroom downstairs. The bathroom is covered in pretty white tiles. BEN notices the sink and the mirror, he pushes on the mirror and nothing happens. He steps over to the blue shower curtain and pulls it open. Nothing is there, so he turns around to meet you upstairs.

You both meet in front of the door on the right, you reach out and turn the doorknob and open the door. You both enter the room and look around. The walls are painted a nice gray. The bedroom is empty, except for a lone window leading to the roof. You go over and open the window, you motion for BEN to follow. You carefully stick your leg out onto part of the roof, then walk up the slope. BEN follows you up and sits next to you.

"Hey BEN, can I tell you something?" You ask, BEN gives you a curious look. "Okay, what's up?" You take a deep breath. "I brought you up here because I wanted to to tell you that, I like you, a lot. And, I hope I can be your girlfriend?" You end shrinking down a little bit, BEN smiles at you. "I'd love for you to be my girlfriend, Y/n." He says, gently putting his thumb under your chin and lifting it up.

Your eyes meet with his, you both lean in. His lips met yours, they're soft, but cold. It sends a chill down your spine. You both melt into the kiss, but before anything gets heated, you pull away and hug him. "Thank you, BEN."

Best. Sleepover. Ever.

#writing #writers on tumblr #x reader #oneshot #ben drowned x reader #ben drowned #creepypasta #ilysm <333 #ily <3333 #<3 <3 <3

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moonlightstars16 · 4 years ago

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“I Am A Warrior!”

30 Days Connverse Challenge

Day 23 ~ Double Date

AN: Some of what your about to read may or may not have happen IRL with my friends. To my good friend and wifu.... I love you but no more drinking one and 2/3's bottle of wine. In the midst of getting our hair colored. Having bleached hair before coloring doesn't count of 'Now's the time to get drunk'. Also all of my friends and myself are responsible when we drink. I was sober to handle them but seriously ya'll.

Don't drink. Don't.

If your over 21(or whatever legal drinking age you are where you live), then please do so responsibly. If your the sober friend(always have at least 1-2), make sure you know what to do, never leave anyone to go pee(unless you did it before the drinking started) not even for two minutes and also HIDE THE ALCOHOL OR BETTER YET GET RID OF IT! And don't drink in the middle of having your hair bleached and/or colored.

"I got this. I GOT this." Connie tried standing up but kept stumbling to the floor. Getting closer and closer to the kitchen.

"Connie...Connie no!" Steven spoke in a concerned warning tone. Walking hesitantly to her side to try and get her to back away from the fridge.

"I got this!.....I am a WARRIOR!" With that she stumbled down laughing on the tile. Patricia was laying between the living room and hallway floors. Trying to get onto the couch. About ten percent sober than the rest of her at the moment.

Days prior Steven and Connie had plans for a double date with Patricia and Daniel. This was a way for Steven to become acquainted with them better. They met up in a more casual restaurant. Connie decided to dress up a bit by wearing a cute floral blouse with jean shorts, boots and her hair half up/down style. Steven was in his normal ensemble but made sure it looked neat.

After getting seated, Connie took the reigns and began the conversation. Starting with the obvious 'how are you's?' and things like that. Shifting to cram school for a little bit. Which lead to the night at the roller rink and fusions. Steven was timid at first then like a natural, he was conversing so smoothly like he did when he was fourteen.

"I never thought I would be able to do it because of me being half human. But I wasn't thinking much about it when I heard this one" he nudged her shoulder with his own with a smile "was a bit to shy to dance in front of others. So I wanted her to enjoy the feeling without the pressure and asked her to dance."

"After a few minutes I accidentally bumped into him and grabbed on to make sure he didn't fall. Within a second we were laughing like no one's business and the next thing we new, we were fused." Connie finished putting a lock of hair behind her ear. Steven squeezing her hand while looking at her. A slight pink blush tinted his cheeks.

"Wow that's so romantic and adorable!" Patricia sighed as she pushed Daniel's shoulder. Making him wince and rubbing his arm.

"What was that for?!"

"Boy you better step up your game!"

"I suppose you forgot who took you to the beach last week and to a private cove by a cliff and we-"

"Oh right!" Putting a hand over his mouth, cutting him off from the rest of the sentence. Both of them laughing at the mere thought.

The rest of dinner was so easy and comfortable. Discussing many topics and various activities they could all do afterwords. Deciding it would be great to go back to Patricia and Daniel's apartment and watch a movie. Both of the gals wanting to get drinks before hand since they were all having fun.

Daniel was on board with Steven hesitantly following. He never had a real, drink-drink, before. Alcohol was something he didn't know how it would affect his magic. But he was reassured since Connie was there that things would be okay. Little did they know that he would be more than alright.

The girls went in Patricia's car while Daniel went in Stevens Dondai to get the beverages. Thankfully both were of age so everything was okay. Getting a couple bottles of wine and one package of fruity drinks with only five percent alcohol. The girls went to grab bleach and hair coloring dye for there hair. It was a choice they made on a whim and were excited for it. Also grabbing cookie dough, oreos and brownie mix to make the ultimate brownie combo.

Once back at the apartment, they made the sweet dessert and then picked the movie while it was baking. The girls went back to the bathroom to begin bleaching. Daniel did it for them since he worked part time in a hair salon owned by his mom. Both wanted hair streaks instead of doing it all over. Steven watched in curiosity since he never saw anything like this in person. They all were vibing to music as Daniel finished up the last bit of Connie's hair and wrapping it in foil.

Walking out they began to watch the movie while waiting thirty to forty-five minutes till they could wash out the bleach. Steven set a second timer on his phone for that alone. Trying not to make jokes with both women glaring at him to not even dare think about it. He chuckled and raised up his hands in surrender and just focused on the film.

By the time ten minutes had passed, the package of four fruity drinks were gone and one wine bottle was empty. Steven went to check on the dessert and take it out. Letting it cool down before cutting it up. It was also in a large container so there was so much of it. He smiled at the sweet scent reached up around his senses.

"Uh Steven, you better get out here!" Rushing he walked out and gasped. Both girls were having a giggling fit and the other bottle of wine was halfway gone. Immediately he grabbed the glasses out of their hands when he had the chance and took away the wine bottle and hid it on top of the fridge. Connie and Patricia were beginning to feel the affects but still were aware.

Steven's phone went off and both him and Daniel led them to the bathroom to wash their hair and get it colored. Patricia doing a midnight blue and Connie a bright pink to match her man. Another thirty minutes later they rinsed the newly colored hair. Daniel drying it and styling both as they admired and began complimenting each other. Steven sighed and smiled at his jam bud as well.

"You look beautiful Connie. And you as well Patricia."

"Ahh thhhankssss SSSSSteven" She replied wobbling all over. Patricia nodded while doing the same. Except holding onto the bathroom counter for balance. With one glance both boys had the same look. The girls were finally drunk. It just took awhile for the affects and the buzz to catch up with them.

"Daniel? What should we do?" shrugging his shoulders Daniel reach out for Patricia with Steven following suit for Connie. They each grabbed their partner's hand and lead them out of the bathroom. Needing them to sit and focus on something to get them calm. However that didn't help when they fell over because of something that wasn't even funny. But they were laughing in hysterics.

That's was the rest of the evening. Steven trying to get the wine bottle out of Connie's hand (too late since all the contents were gone) and healing her burnt hand from the hot brownie pan. Daniel trying to get Patricia to sit on the couch and try to focus on the screen. Getting coffee for her to calm her down. Both boys soon found themselves with the girls on their laps passed out with pieces of the epic brownie already in their stomachs. Finishing up the film before Steven left with his girlfriend.

"Well thanks for letting us come over." He whispered to Daniel, carrying an unconscious Connie in his arms. "Even if it ended up this way."

"Well we did have fun...and I got videos for blackmail if you want it." He smirked and showed from an hour ago where Patricia was singing 'Edge Of Glory' by Lady Gaga while trying to dance(or get up really) on the coffee table. Connie was sprawled out with empty bottles from earlier around her on the floor. Steven smirked and tried not to laugh, feeling a bit guilty for even seeing this. But he was too tired to think about it in depth right now.

After they got back to his house, he slipped her in his bed. Taking off her shoes and making sure she was comfortable. Smiling adoringly as she snuggled into his star pillow like a young child. With a sigh he went to grab aspirin and a cup of water. She was going to need it after all. He was sure she would like his healing powers right now.

However she also made a big deal of only using it in emergencies. For drunk Connie he figured this was a great lesson for her to learn. Over excessiveness of this sort was not okay. Not unplanned at least. Grabbing a mug he got coffee as well because it was her favorite treat and something she needed for the upcoming hangover. Something he wasn't looking forward too.

#30 day connverse challenge #30 days connverse challenge #30 days writing challenge #connverse #connie maheswaran #patricia #daniel #steven universe #steven universe future #steven and connie #stevenxconnie #day 23 #drunk #some of this actually happened irl #my friends are insane

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tomeandflickcorner · 4 years ago

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Umbrella Academy Rewatch 1x03

1x01 1x02

Right then. So the hunt is on for determining the identity of the glass eye’s owner, which is imperative to stop the approaching apocalypse. And what exactly did Allison see in the security footage?

Well, this episode really starts off with dumping on Vanya. First by showing the point in time when she wrote her autobiography about how she was always ostracized by the family for being ordinary and not having any specially powers. Not to mention how, after Ben’s death, the family started to drift apart, to the point when they were little more than people simply living under the same roof. We also see each of her siblings reading her book. But it doesn’t seem like Reginald read it himself and simply placed it up on his bookshelf. After that flashback, we see her arrive late to her orchestra rehearsal. After the rehearsal, Vanya complements one of her fellow violin players, Helen Cho, who holds the violin first chair. Which, I guess, is the highest position in the violin section. Helen, however, decides to remind Vanya that she has been placed in third chair for quite a while now. She states that it doesn’t really matter how hard Vanya practices the violin, as she doesn’t seem to have the necessary skill to go far. Helen goes on to suggest that Vanya think about finding something else that she can be passionate about. While it could be argued that Helen was being unnecessary harsh to Vanya, I also kinda feel that perhaps Helen was trying to be helpful here. Considering we saw that Young Vanya was often left to practice the violin, is playing the violin something she actually wants to do in her heart of hearts, or is she just doing it because this is something Reginald had her do?

Back at the Hargreeves household, Luther and Allison review the security footage that Allison uncovered. It shows Grace, their robot mother, seemingly giving Reginald poisoned tea, as he appeared to have died moments after she walked away from his bedside. This is clearly confusing to them, as they did not believe Grace was capable of doing something like this. When they question her about it, she doesn’t seem to have any memory of anything, simply making them a breakfast of eggs and bacon and continuing to act like a Stepford Wife. Although, she seems to be on the verge of saying something for a moment before she stops herself and seems to forget about whatever it was she was going to say.

Elsewhere, Detective Patch is investigating the crime scene at the department store where Hazel and Cha-Cha attempted to shoot Number 5. Despite his previous warning, Diego is also there. Together, they determine the bullets that had been fired were a style of bullets that hadn’t been manufactured since 1963, which is most peculiar. Detective Patch mentions she found similar casings when she found the body of the tow truck driver. Clearly, Hazel and Cha-Cha are not just ordinary hit men.

Speaking of Hazel and Cha-Cha, they’ve returned to their motel room. Somehow, they receive a message from their employer from a pneumatic chute that appears in the wall almost magically. The message informs them that, since they failed to kill Number 5, they’re facing a 7% pay decrease, with further decreases for every day they fail to complete their job. As you might expect, Hazel is not very happy with this news. Although, there’s still no clear indication why they’ve been sent to kill Number 5.

At the present time, Number 5, after patching up the wounds he’d received from last episode’s shoot-out, heads off to continue his quest to discover the identity of the glass eye’s owner. As he heads out, he has a brief interaction with Klaus, who is currently rooting through the dumpster trying to locate the papers and journal he threw out, so he can return them to Reginald's office. (Although Ben’s ghost, who appears to have attached himself to Klaus’ side on account of the fact that Klaus is the only one who can actually see him, is clearly getting bored and suggests seeing a movie instead.) Number 5 starts staking out the prosthetic limb company, knowing that it’s only a matter of time before the glass eye in his possession gets made in the present day. And when it does, he’ll be one step closer in determine who might be responsible for the approaching end of the world. As he sits and watches from a plumber's van he acquired somehow, Number 5 pulls Deloris out from a duffel bag, allowing his mannequin girlfriend to keep him company as he watches.

Back with Luther and Allison, they discuss the matter of Grace and her possible connection to Reginald’s death. Luther believes that she might be hiding something, but Allison disagrees, stating that this is their mother they’re talking about, and she was clearly confused. She goes on to say that Grace can’t be blamed for losing it a bit, since they all moved out of the house and left her alone,to spend the past 13 years in the mansion without any of her kids. Right away, Luther picks up on the fact that Allison is clearly projecting her own feelings about herself and her daughter, Claire. He asks her what exactly happened between Allison and her family. Allison says she’d rather not discuss it, but admits that things went sour between her and her ex-husband, Patrick, and now she has to take some court-mandated therapy sessions before she’s allowed visitation rights to Claire. She also confesses she used her power on Claire, who had a few ‘epic meltdowns’ at the age of three.

Elsewhere, Vanya ends up stopping by the shop where Leonard said he worked. It turns out he works at an antique store. They talk for a bit, and Leonard ends up giving her a carving he made for her. He proceeds to ask her out to dinner, and Vanya ends up accepting the invite, as she’s developing a liking for him. Their conversation is then interrupted when Allison happens to shows up. It turns out that they’re having a family meeting back at the mansion. Vanya is a bit taken aback by the fact that she’s being included in the meeting, and Leonard, taking the hint, heads off, stating that they’ll have to rain check their dinner date. After Leonard leaves, Allison apologizes to Vanya for the things she said yesterday, saying she shouldn’t have taken her frustrations over Patrick out on her sister.

Number 5′s stakeout likewise ends up being interrupted by the sudden appearance of Luther and Klaus. They also came around to get Number 5 to join the family meeting, but Number 5 refuses, insisting that what he’s doing is far more important than whatever it is they’re discussing. Although, he refuses to explain his mission to Luther. Luther criticizes him for his attitude, accusing Number 5 of believing that he’s better than the rest of them. Number 5 refutes this by stating he IS better then his siblings. In the end, Number 5 refuses to return to the mansion with his brothers. And Klaus ends up getting chased by a security guard for stealing food from a convenience store, which exasperates Luther and Number 5.

We then cut back to Griddy’s Donuts, where Hazel ends up striking up a conversation with Agnes. They seemingly begin to bond over their shared love of doughnuts. Unfortunately, the cute moment is brought to a halt when Cha-Cha returns from the bathroom and Hazel has to get back into business mode. They question Agnes about Number 5, and Agnes lets slip that she noticed the umbrella tattoo on Number 5′s wrist, which is something all the Harvrgreees Siblings had been given on Reginald's orders, as a way to identify themselves.

Back at the Umbrella Academy, the Hargreeves Siblings, minus Number 5, watch the security footage of Grace and Reginald. Diego points out that it would have shown up on the autopsy report if Reginald had been poisoned. He then explains that they’re not looking at the footage close enough. What the footage is actually showing is that Grace was taking Reginald’s monocle from him in order to clean it, which is why it was missing. Diego goes on to explain that he knew all of this because he took the monocle from Grace after the funeral and proceeded to throw it out. He did this because he knew that Luther would go ballistic if he’d found the monocle in Grace’s possession. Which, yeah, does make sense. But at the same time, come on, Diego! You couldn’t have mentioned something about it earlier?

Thankfully, Vanya steps in before another fist fight could break out. However, Luther still suggests that they switch Grace off, since the fact that she didn’t do anything upon seeing Reginald dying could mean her programming has become faulty. Allison agrees with Luther, but Diego votes against this, since Grace is their mother and not just a vacuum cleaner they can shove in a closet. Vanya votes in favor of Diego, and so does Klaus, though this is mostly due to the fact that he’s still mad at Luther for unceremoniously kicking him out of the van while they were talking with Number 5. (Klaus also insists that Ben would agree with him if he were there, but Ben’s ghost contradicts this, leading to an amusing response from Klaus.) So it looks like it’s three against two in favor or not shutting Grace down. But Allison points out that Number 5 isn’t there to vote. And until he can do so, the final decision cannot be made. And so the Hargreeves Siblings depart. Except for Diego and Vanya, who continue to discuss Grace. Grace wonders how much of Grace was actually Reginald, since he was the one who programmed her to be their mother. Diego insists that might have been true at first, but he believes Grace evolved past her programming, since Reginald only loved himself. Unbeknownst to them, Pogo has been watching the whole thing from the upper floor.

We then get a brief flashback of a moment when the Hargreeves Siblings were heading out on another mission, as Grace moved through the halls to check up on each of them in turn, and help them out when needed. Such as helping Young Ben with his uniform’s zipper and bringing Young Allison her mask. As well as give us one of the only acceptable uses of the phase ‘boys will be boys’ when we see Young Klaus has seemingly started a fire in his bedroom. During this sequence, we learn that Diego used to have a stuttering problem that Grace would help him overcome.

Later on that evening, Diego approaches Grace to ask her why she did all that stuff for them as kids. It seems that, despite his earlier confidence to the contrary, Vanya’s words have sank in, and he’s wondering if perhaps the things she said really was just a result of Reginald’s programming. To test this, I guess, he asks her if she ever hated the man, considering he treated her worse than any of them, to the point where she wasn’t even given a room to sleep in. (Though that begs the question as to whether or not a robot needed to sleep in the first place, but I guess that’s neither here nor there.) Grace remains ever blissful, saying that Reginald was a wonderful and brilliant man who brought a lot of good to the world. However, this just ends up angering Diego. He demands that Grace stop trying to defend Reginald, stating that the man only viewed the Hargreeves Siblings as test subjects in an experiment. In spite of his angry words, Grace’s tune doesn’t change in the slightest.

Meanwhile, Number 5 is still at his stakeout. As such, he observes Mr. Biggs approaching a car parked out in the lot and seemingly passing the occupants a suitcase in exchange for brown envelope. But there’s no current explanation for that.

Back at the mansion, Hazel and Cha-Cha have tracked Number 5 down to the old house and they break in. They proceed to search the premises, walking right past the bathroom where Klaus is taking a bath while listening to his headphones in an attempt to block out the anguished wails of the dead. However, they are discovered by Diego, and a fight breaks out, with Hazel and Cha-Cha firing their guns at him. Luther and Allison, who were upstairs discussing the time Luther spent on the moon, hear the commotion and come down to investigate. And matters become more complected when Vanya shows up, walking right into Hazel. Thankfully, she isn't harmed too badly, as Luther comes to her rescue. While Luther takes care of him, Diego and Allison take on Cha-Cha. Cue a prolonged fight scene as Sinnerman by Nina Simone plays over the scene. (And those are some REALLY impressive headphones Klaus is using, as he cannot hear any of the gunshots, or even Ben’s ghost calling for his attention.)

In the end, Hazel and Cha-Cha are driven off, but a chandelier ends up falling onto Luther. This results in the reveal that Luther’s body has been mutated to that of a large ape. Which explains why he was so much taller and burlier than his siblings remembered him. With his secret revealed, Luther retreats upstairs, no doubt ashamed of his appearance.

In the aftermath of the battle, Diego notices Grace is sitting calmly upstairs, sewing away on her needlework. He goes up to check up on her, to make sure she wasn’t harmed by any of the flying bullets. In doing so, he discovers Grace didn’t even notice the commotion. What’s more, she doesn’t even seem to realize she’s sewing right through her own hand. This causes him to accept the fact that Grace is indeed malfunctioning. And so, he reluctantly switches her off. When the deed is done, he lashes out at Vanya for being there, insisting she’s a liability and she could have gotten them killed. Vanya, understandably, is hurt by this and leaves. She ends up going to Leonard’s place, seeking comfort, and he lets her inside.

As the episode wraps up, Cha-Cha returns to the motel to see Hazel had already made it back there and had proceeded to kick back and relax. She berates him for disappearing on her, only for him to casually state he figured they were just going to regroup back there, anyway. She then bemoans that the evening was a total loss. But Hazel disagrees with that statement. And the episode ends with him revealing that, amidst the confusion back at the Umbrella Academy, he’d successfully abducted Klaus, who is bound and gagged in the trunk of their car.

Closing observations/questions:

Looks like Diego has mommy issues to go with Luther’s daddy issues.

What exactly was Grace about to say before she stopped herself at the start of the episode?

The Hargreeves Siblings need to stop venting their anger out on each other and remember that they’re a family.

What caused Luther to become a literal ape man?

Who exactly are Hazel and Cha-Cha? And why are they after Number 5?

#umbrella academy #umbrella academy 1x03

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definegirlfriends · 6 years ago

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favorite fics where one of the boys comes to the realization that they’re not straight?

All of these fics are about them realizing they aren’t straight, or similar enough that I thought they could be included! I put a little ✨ by my favorites! Enjoy x

Allies in Heaven, Comrades in Hell: (265k) A Catholic school!AU where Louis is finishing sixth form and will definitely be famous someday if Harry has something to say about it, Liam is the racist homophobe that Zayn is dreadfully in love with, and Niall teaches guitar. ✨

Baby Heaven’s In Your Eyes: (120k) A sixth form!AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and that’s the last (and maybe the only) thing they need. ✨

Both Showing Hearts: (113k) Louis Tomlinson is, in fact, not straight. Harry Styles isn’t sure what he is. Together, they figure it out, and maybe fall in love along the way. Or, the Uni AU where Louis helps Harry figure out his sexuality, Niall crashes a bachelorette party, Liam works in a printing centre, and Zayn happens to need lots of printing done.

Completely, and Absolutely: (2.5k) Louis is so completely and absolutely NOT gay that the fact that anyone thinks Harry is his soulmate is just being ridiculous. Including himself. He just thinks they’re mates that are two parts of the same soul, and that’s not weird at all. Okay?Or, the one in which Louis spends the entirety of X Factor so deep in denial that he doesn’t realize he’s gay until he’s already 3000% gone for the dimpled mess in his arms.

Fumbling In The Dark: (21k) Louis is straight, Harry is not. They still shag a lot.

Hiding Place: (365k) Louis never wanted a soulmate, didn’t really care for the whole Bonding thing at all, really. Enter Harry Styles, who’s wanted to be Bonded for as long as he could remember. With one fateful meeting in an X Factor bathroom, Louis gets a dagger on his arm and the realization that just because Harry is his soulmate doesn’t mean it’s mutual.From the X Factor house to Madison Square Garden, from the Fountain Studios stage to stadiums across the world, Louis has to learn to love without losing himself completely, because someday his best friend will Bond to someone and replace Louis as the center of his universe. ✨

How Many Secrets Can You Keep?: (11k) Harry, a homophobic Christian, joins Louis’ gay-straight alliance club at school, hoping to somehow attract lesbians (he’ll work out the logistics later). Louis shows him what he didn’t know he was actually there for.

I’m a Beggar In The Morning (I’m a King At Night): (7k) ever since harry whispered things about louis at the grocery store they’ve been best friends and harry’s straight and louis’ not and that’s just how it is. “Sweet dreams, love,” Louis murmurs, and even though he feels creepy, he slips his hand in between Harry’s thighs and it’s warm and he kisses his cheek. He turns and leaves and doesn’t see that Harry’s eyes snap open or hear that a whine comes from his mouth.

I’m Trying Not To Make A Sound: (10k) Louis thinks he could die right there. He can’t feel anything but the tingling sensation all over his skin. He’s throwing away all his past thoughts on trying to be straight and denying his reactions towards other men, he just wants more of this numbing feeling. Everything else is a long lost memory, can’t think of anything else besides, wow, this feels incredible. or basically, “I am in fact straight.” / “Don’t knock it till you try it.”

Learning to Breathe: (110k) He’s playing football at one of the top universities in England and he should love everything about his life right now, but instead he’s moving backwards. How does your past fit into your present? Louis is still figuring it out. ✨

Let Me Teach You Something: (72k) In the last year of their degree program, the five boys are put in a group for the duration of a year long Capstone class. They will spend days and nights together working tirelessly to finish school. Louis has no problem with his sexuality and has the notches on his bed post to prove it, but will straight-laced, straight-boy Harry change all that?

My Heart Is Beating For This Moment In Time: (160k) When Louis first saw Harry at the 2010 X Factor Auditions, he thought he was watching a peculiarly special stranger. But Harry has known Louis ever since he was five years old.Because Louis has a rare genetic disorder that causes him to Time Travel to important moments in his past and in his future - and to Harry, always to Harry. When they’re put into a band together, it seems like everything Harry has been waiting and wishing for has finally come true. Except for the small fact that Louis doesn’t know that Harry is in love with him- that Harry’s always been in love with him. Fate, it would seem, is just getting started.A story about growing up and growing together, and the impossible love that makes it all worthwhile. ✨

Nobody Compares To You: (10k) Harry has a long-term crush on his bandmate and best friend Louis, who is straight, at least as far as he knows. He also starts falling in love with this guy he met on tumblr. Who also has a crush on his own best mate. Things are about to get complicated.Or, the one where Harry falls in love twice, Louis is just incredibly sweet and supportive, and Al from tumblr is super nice but also really secretive about his identity - not that Harry can blame him, considering his own blog is run under false pretenses, too.

Not So Typical: (90k) Harry Styles; football phenomenon, academic prodigy and the most liked guy at Washington State. Harry has it all; the looks, the popularity, the best friends and it doesn’t hurt that there is a line of girls ready to jump his bones at any second. It all was perfect…almost perfect that is. Until that one night, with that one too many drink still burning in his throat and those piercing blue eyes infusing themselves into his every thought.

Photograph: (207k) Harry steadies his jaw. “What do you want from me?”Louis’ bottom lip wobbles. “I’m not gay.”“Are you trying to convince me, or yourself?” And at that, Louis seems to completely lose his shit. He rushes towards Harry, banging his fists on Harry’s collarbones in a frenzy, and begins yelling– “I hate you! I hate you! I fucking hate you so much!”Tears are rushing down his cheeks, and then he’s shoving Harry away, drunk out of his ass, causing Harry to stumble back a bit. Louis then begins to clutch at himself, fisting his own clothes to his chest, dribble falling from his mouth, his arms shaky and his back hunched.“Fuckfuckfuckufkcufkc!” He spits, face contorted, hands trembling. “I hate you!”“No, you don’t.” Harry steps forward, face concerned. “You don’t hate me.”- An epic love story in which Harry is too in love for his own good, Louis is in denial of his sexuality, and they write songs instead of actually talking to each other.

Pillow Talk: (25k) “So, do you think I should… find someone to fool around with?” Harry asks, nervous again. “To see if I like it?” Louis swallows hard but hopes he covers it pretty well with a casual shrug. “I mean, it would probably help to know that you actually want everything that goes along with being with a guy. If you can’t handle the machinery, it’s probably not for you, you know?” Harry nods and appears to be steeling himself. Louis tenses, afraid that he knows what’s coming. “Would you do it?” “Do what?” Louis plays dumb. Harry has to take another deep breath before he can say it. “Will you help me figure out if I like it? Being with a boy?” Or When Harry starts having confusing feelings for a male classmate, his sister’s best friend, Louis, helps him figure himself out. Cue lots of kissing, sex, and falling in love.

Red Brick Heart: (98k) Uni AU. Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn’t expect is a surprise roommate who’s loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he’s ever wanted. ✨

Resist Everything Except Temptation: (100k) The one where Louis is the commodore’s son who is forced to become a part of Harry’s crew when he is captured. ✨

Shake Me Down: (208k) Harry’s new to college, fresh out of Catholic school and conversion therapy camp, and Louis runs the campus LGBTQIA organization. ✨

Standing Here But You Don’t See Me: (22k) “Louis being with a guy is something Harry has always known was a possibility. Ever since Louis told them he was gay, he knew that this would come up at some point. But it was just that. At some point. It’s always been a hypothetical. Harry never thought it would bother him. But now, watching Louis squirm as he watches that other guy, it’s just not a hypothetical anymore. And Harry is very bothered by it.“or: Harry’s discovery that he like boys as well as girls. One boy in particular catches his eye and he’s determined to get him.

Supposed to Be: (20k) “I’m making a movie for a film competition, and I want you to be in it,” Harry told Louis. “I think you would be a great leading actor in it.” “Why?” “Because it’s you. I mean, who wouldn’t want to know all about the amazing Louis Tomlinson? It would be a great movie.” “You don’t have some weird crush or, like, secret obsession with me, do you?” Louis asked. Harry bit his tongue so he didn’t say “Ew, I have standards.” He didn’t think that would go over well. Of course, that was assuming Louis understood what that meant. — Or, the Geek Charming AU where Harry’s a film geek, Louis’ a popular jock, and they both need each other to get what they want.

The Impossible Now: (49k) A wish on Christmas Eve sends Louis to an alternate dimension where Harry is a member of One Direction.

Unbelievers: (136k) It’s Louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan. ✨

You and Me: (12k) harry is potentially screwed and louis is definitely hopeless, but its ok because as long as they’re in each other’s lives, everything will somehow probably turn out the way that its supposed to.

#I havent read all of these fics on here but these are the ones that sounded similar enough to your ask!#sorry this took a bit #hopefully this is what you were looking for!#fic rec #asks #anon

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bbhoneylt · 6 years ago

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IFD2019 bottom louis rec list!

Hey, for international fanworks day here is a bunch of larry fics i’ve read and love! these will all be bottom louis cause i’m a blouis stan and cant read bh, sorry 🤷‍♀️

almost all of these are one shots, they are only chaptered if stated otherwise assume it’s a oneshot

also, all of these are finished 👍😉

Worth Dying For by whoknows (44906- finished)

summary: “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Louis says, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. In the center of the table, a set of three glossy photos stares up at him, mocking him.

“A security detail is non-negotiable, Louis, you know this,” his mum reminds him, tapping the middle photo with two fingers.

Louis doesn’t look back down at the pictures, gesturing towards them wildly, over-dramatically. “This is not a security detail!” he protests. “This is a lanky college student. In what world do you hire someone like this kid to protect me?”

Ain’t No Tellin’ Who’s In Charge Here by whoknows (14562- finished)

summary: The thing about Louis’ and Harry’s dynamic is that while Louis is the instigator of 99% of the foolishness, Harry will always come back at him with something ten times dirtier than whatever Louis had thought up. Of course, Louis can’t let that go, so he does something else, so Harry has to do something else, and then it’s a vicious cycle that continues until one of them makes a plea for a truce.

It’s like that even when they’re at home. Sometimes it’s like that especially while they’re at home, because Louis gets bored easily and Harry is just such an easy target. The point is that the kind of foolishness that Louis is known for doesn’t stop when the cameras stop rolling, so when Louis lets himself into Harry’s bedroom at 5:30 in the morning to annoy Harry into waking up before he goes for a run is completely normal and to be expected.

Except that it turns out not to be so normal.

As Wicked As Anything Could Be by whoknows (21775- finished)

summary: It starts when Louis decides that he wants to lose his cherry and announces that he thinks the best way to do that is by going to a gay club. Naturally, Harry can’t let him go alone, so he tags along and spends the night rating guys with Louis until someone finally catches Louis’s eye.

Harry shoves him out to dance with the guy, and he can already tell that it’s going to be a quick and dirty hook up, so he’s not surprised that Louis and the guy disappear into the bathroom ten minutes later.

It is a surprise when Louis comes out not even two minutes later, pale and clammy, grabs Harry by the hand and drags him right out the door.

Somehow Harry comes to the decision that it would be a good idea for him to be in the room with Louis while Louis gets laid.

It’s a stupid fucking decision.

I Would Follow You (To The Moon And Back) by Dick (20355- finished)

summary: Everyone has baggage, some people sleepwalk, some have obsessive exes, and others turn into anthropomorphic wolf-like monsters that destroy furniture and run rampant in the forest. Perfectly normal.

Or the one where Harry and Louis have been dating for six months, Harry is a werewolf, and it's a full moon. This time they're going to get it right.

Pinkies Never Lie by emma1234 (83615 CH.7/7- finished)

summary: “I just think if we’re both into it and neither of us is looking for something serious, why not?” Harry asks, eyes soft and voice sweet. He pauses and gives Louis a moment or two to answer.

There are countless reasons why Louis shouldn’t agree to this, but in the end, none of them really matter. This will end with Louis in pieces, but he’s been in love with Harry for four years. There was only ever one answer.

“Yeah,” Louis answers finally, hoping his voice sounds normal. “Why not?”

AU in which Louis hates his job and loves Harry, Harry just wants a distraction, everyone else wants them to get their shit together, and Louis learns the hard way that new beginnings are only possible when something ends.

Enter The Rose Garden by angelichl (10387- finished)

summary: Soft heats make omega Louis clingy. Enter alpha Harry.

Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This (29982- finished)

summary: Loosely based on The Wedding Date. Inspired by 27 Dresses. Basically, Fake Boyfriend AU with a twist. Louis' sister is unknowingly getting married to the ex who broke his heart. When faced with the prospect of turning up alone, Louis panics and hires a corporate escort named Harry. General chaos and epic jealousy ensues.

Your Touch Is The Only Thing I Feel (15979- finished)

summary: Liam. Liam was finally here. Louis kept his eyes closed and cuddled farther into Liam’s side, revelling in the pheromones Louis’ body desperately needed. He wasn’t sure how long Liam had been holding him, but Louis figured it had to have been at least an hour by the way his body had loosened. The need of an alpha’s touch seemed to have been temporarily lifted from his mind.

Louis listened to the sounds of the pub around him. It was louder than before he had fallen asleep and he briefly wondered why Liam hadn’t just woken him to go back to their flat.

“Who the fuck are you?”

Louis’ eyes flew open at the sound of Niall’s voice, and the arm that had been around Louis shoulders lifted in the same instant. He missed the warmth immediately.

Louis looked from Niall’s stormy face over to the person who was definitely not Liam. The alpha Liam impersonator, who smelled a lot better than the actual Liam now that Louis was alert, looked back at Louis with wide eyes and familiar furrowed brows.

Or the one where Louis refuses to settle for just any alpha despite intense touch deprivation. Fortunately Harry isn't just any alpha.

Out Of The Wild by jaerie (21502- finished)

summary: Louis has spent most of his life as a wolf in the wild, Harry has spent most of his life as a human in the city. Their worlds collide during the audition process for the hottest new singing competition. What happens next should have expected.

Just my Style by thoughtsickles (15443- finished)

summary: Harry is sick, and the only thing that might help him is the pheromones from his mate--problem is, he hasn't got a mate.

Louis' just been disowned, and taking part in a medical study where he has to cuddle with some strange alpha seems to be his only option for earning a bit of cash.

The hippies and Omega Rights campaigners are busy changing the world--but all Harry wants is a chance to live.

Louis Lucas by theteapirate (67,999 5/5-finished)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/610929/chapters/1100722

summary: Pornstar!AU. Louis is a pornstar with more issues than he can drink away. Harry is a bisexual singer/songwriter who is desperate to be signed to a major label. Zayn and Liam are Louis's long-suffering best friends (who also happen to be pornstars, and also happen to be dating each other). Niall just wants to play his guitar.

Time Out by Speechless (27539 5/5- finished)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15617757/chapters/36263115

summary: "I'm a mermaid." Louis decides, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck. "You're on holiday. Somewhere tropical, like-"

"No, no-" Harry mutters, leaving what's left of his sandwich on the desk. "You're a fairy." he says, bending down to mouth at his neck.

Louis scoffs.

"I was a fairy last week, Harry." he complains, barely resisting as he gets pushed towards the bed.

"You're my pretty, small, delicate fairy." Harry ignores him, sneaking his hands under Louis' shirt, dragging them up his back. "You're so small." he rambles, as Louis rolls his eyes, hides his smile. "If I'm not careful I might hurt you."

Harry and Louis are perfect for each other.

Everybody knows it.

They know it, their friends know it, everybody knows it.

That's why Zayn, Liam and Niall won't let them get away with breaking up.

No chance in hell.

The flatmates by centao592 (48425 14/14- finished)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1797769/chapters/3855268

summary: Harry is a cheeky Alpha who vows never to settle down.

Louis is a hurt omega whose Alpha died just before they could bond officially.

Zayn is an artistic Alpha who doesn’t understand privacy, or personal space.

Liam is a curious Beta who is convinced the world is going to end.

And Niall is a drunk Beta who keeps falling asleep randomly without finishing his sentences….he might also suffer from narcolepsy. None of the lads know for sure.

The story where five lads all respond to the same ad about an available flat and move in.

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katana-no-neko · 6 years ago

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Preview for Lucid

Alright folks

So it’s been about a year since I first posted a rough draft of the first chapter for a story titled Lucid on fanfiction.net.

I didn’t want to start posting the story before I was done with it because I didn’t want to end up with an abandoned story, but I wanted to generate some responses.

Anyways, I’m still working on it, but I can feel my motivation start to wane, so I’d like to get some more feedback from a different audience than the few who responded on fanfiction.net.

This first chapter does have a lot of exposition and crap, of course, but the story does gain some more meat as it goes on; trust me on that.

So here you go. Please, please, please, tell me what you think.

Lucid Chapter 1

In a world where war looms just beyond the horizon, magic exists just beyond mortal sight, and the monarchy holds the power, Lucy just wants to escape her father’s manor. However, she fears what she can manage to do beyond her pampered life. Can the literal “man of her dreams” bring her the adventure she craves?

Rating: T Genre: Romance/Adventure Nalu-centered, with other ships coming in eventually

"That is all. You may return to your bedchamber, Lucy."

"Yes, Father." The seventeen-year-old woman bowed out of the room. She put on a stoic face as she headed towards her room, nodding to servants as she passed in recognition of their bows. She tried to walk as she was expected to, lightly and lady-like, but all the servants who saw her couldn't help but notice that her steps were heavier than normal, her strides were hurried, and her nods were curt. They could tell that she hated whatever her father had said.

Lucy was finally to her quarters. She opened one of the huge double-doors and tried very hard not to slam it. "Virgo?" she called. "Please fetch for me my nightgown. I think I shall be retiring for the night." It was only seven, but Lucy was emotionally exhausted from trying to hide the anger she held for her father. Lucy lounged on a velvet loveseat within the first of her rooms and closed her eyes as she massaged her temples.

"Yes, Princess," the pink haired maid said as she appeared with her mistress' favorite raspberry-green tea to cheer her up. Virgo had not been immune to figuring out Lucy's anger. The girl was always angry after visits with her father. Lucy thanked her maid, took a drink of the fruity delicacy, then sighed.

"I am not a princess. I'm only a duchess, and I don't even want to be that." Virgo often called Lucy by the nickname and while it was odd, it normally didn't bug the blonde all too much. But right now, Lucy wanted nothing to do with it.

"The Heartfilias are next in line for the throne after the Dreyars, so you're almost a princess," Virgo pointed out. Lucy shot her a glare. Giving Lucy her nightgown, Virgo sat down beside her. "What happened this time?" The girl asked bluntly. Lucy shook her head, not knowing where to start. "Would you like to take your anger out on me with punishment?" This time Lucy shook her head at the maid's ridiculous suggestion. "Shall I retrieve Lady Levy, Princess?" Lucy took another sip of her tea as she nodded. Virgo nodded back, then stood from the loveseat and bowed herself out to retrieve Lucy's close lady-in-waiting and friend.

As she waited, Lucy strode to her bathroom, changed into her night clothes, and brushed her medium-length, golden hair out of its ornate style so that it was straight. "Ow!" Lucy yelped. She frowned, then pulled the hidden pin out of her hair so that it wouldn't yank again. By the time she was setting her brush down on her exquisite vanity, her maid and lady-in-waiting had both arrived back. As usual, the bluenette that was Levy had a pile of books in her arms. She must've been in the library before Virgo fetched her, Lucy thought.

"What'd he say this time, Lu?" the blue-haired friend asked, getting right to the point.

Lucy sent Virgo away, then sighed. "The heir of the Prominence family will be arriving tomorrow, and I'm 'expected to show that I'll be a good wife', so that the 'Heartfilias can continue to prosper with the wealth your marriage will give'! I haven't even met Lord Prominence, and he already expects us to get married! I know that's the custom, but it's a stupid custom and one that even the royal families have moved away from!"

"Wasn't Prominence supposed to marry the lady of the Titanose household of Bosco?" Levy started. This was not really the time, but her curiosity could not be willed away.

Lucy understood her friends love for learning, so she didn't worry about not getting advice yet. "It was called off. I'm not sure why, I just heard something about 'bad behavior'."

"Oh. Alright," although Lucy could see that Levy was not quite sated and would certainly be delving through documents for more information. Luckily, the advice came next as Levy sighed and shook her head. "I've told you: if you hate it here, then you should run away! I'll even come with you so you won't be alone! It would be just like this book I re-"

"That's just it, Lev! I'm not in a book! I wouldn't know the first thing about living outside of the manor, even if you are there! I have no skills! For all my years, I've had everything I need and have barely been allowed to do anything for myself, so what would I do when I couldn't get things at the snap of a finger!?" Levy grew quiet. She just didn't know what to say or what advice to give. "And besides," Lucy started again, her voice returning to the steady tone that told Levy her next sentence would be one that Lucy practically rehearsed to herself to justify staying. Levy noticed that it did sound a tad regretful, though. "I need to be ready to run the kingdom should something dreadful become of Prince and Princess Dreyar." Lucy sighed.

"You know as much as I do that it's very unlikely for Mira and Laxus to be rendered unable to rule anytime soon. And stop talking so formally. I know you hate it."

Lucy just sighed in response. She had dropped some of the formalities after leaving her father’s study, but she was still a tad stuck in it, apparently. She also knew Levy’s first words were true. Both members of the couple were formidable fighters, the Princess Mirajane possibly moreso than her husband. If anyone were to attack them, it wouldn't turn out great for the one doing the attacking They’d probably be announcing an heir to the throne sometime soon, as well. "I think I'm just going to go to sleep. Thank you for talking with me. Good night." Lucy stood up from the loveseat and went into her main bedchamber, closing the door behind her. Levy sighed. Perhaps she could find more books for her friend. Those always help her escape, if only for a short while. With that thought, she left, hoping that she could cheer her blonde friend up somehow.

Lucy slumped onto the foot of her bed. Sighing deeply, she climbed under her thick, woolen covers. She rested her head on the fluffy feather pillows billowing at the head of her bed and pulled the covers up to her neck, curling up into a ball under them. Trying not to think of her father, Lucy closed her eyes and drifted into dreamland, hoping for some adventure there.

The woman found herself in the clearing of a forest. Or, what she imagined a forest to be like. Oak trees surrounded her and a plethora and variety of plants spread across the ground. Vines crawled up the trunks of the trees, releasing a mystical feeling into the clearing. Being a noble, she hadn't spent much time traipsing in the wilderness, so it all had to be arranged from descriptions in stories. Lucy loved to read. Epic fairy tales were her favorites. The adventures in them were exciting, and she so desperately wanted to go on such epic quests. Just as she had told Levy earlier, though, she had no clue how to. One of her favorite stories, as well as her mother's, had had fairies in it. As a child, she had often dreamed of going to forests and searching for fairies. Her mother had promised they would do just that sometime. Unfortunately, such a trip had never happened, and never could. Her mother had died when she had only been a little girl.

Lucy saddened a bit at the memory of her mother and the trip that could never happen. With the death of her mother, she'd been left without a proper parent figure. Her father hadn’t been a parent to her ever, so perhaps the closest she’d had after her mother had been her butler, Capricorn. Capricorn had been very close to Lucy’s mother and had thus always been there for Lucy, too. Lucy smiled at the memories of Capricorn before she heard a long groan and a loud crack behind her, followed closely by a crash. Turning around, Lucy saw that a tree trunk at least four times her width had fallen through the edge of the clearing to create a wall across it.

"Cool! I just knocked a tree over!" A voice called. Lucy watched the owner of the voice, a boy that seemed to be her age, jump onto the trunk and pump his fist in the air proudly. At the sight of him, she immediately felt a strange relief and smiled softly, but also felt a pounding feeling in the back of her head. She ignored the sudden headache in favor of studying the man, though. He had bright, spiky, pink hair covering his head, and eyes that shined with excitement, but when Lucy's eyes were drawn to the cheery grin on his face that seemed to exude excitement and happiness, Lucy noticed that her own mouth widened to mirror it. His grin was too contagious to not react in such a way, and she had the strangest feeling that she'd seen that grin before. She was certain she would've remembered this strange-seeming boy, though, had they met before.

Suddenly, the log lurched, causing the newcomer to slip and fall off, landing on his back with a dull thud and a groaned out 'ow'. Lucy was concerned for a bit, about to race over to him and see if he was okay, but then he darted up off the ground and started waving his fist at the log.

"You want a piece of me!?" he yelled. "I'll teach you to make me fal-" He was interrupted by a fit of giggles and turned around to see a blonde girl, holding her sides and bent over at the waist with laughter. The boy felt the same relief and pulsing in the back of his head as the girl had, not that either knew of the shared feeling. He hardly noticed it, though, used to having headaches from falling, fighting, and simply being whacked in the head for being stupid. The boy couldn't help but smile. The jovial and bell-like sound of her giggling was too contagious for him to avoid laughing along with her, and it even sounded a bit familiar to him. Why was that?

The two's laughing slowly rolled to a stop. Once it did, Lucy let out a shaky breath and wiped at her eyes. She winced a little at the pain in her sides, not used to laughing so much. Her father thought that laughter was such an obnoxious sound, so the most she could ever do was giggle lightly when with a friend. "I'm sorry for laughing," she apologized with another shaky breath, "You just took me by surprise, and then the tree-" Lucy giggled again, causing her partner to also snicker once more.

"It's fine! It was pretty funny. I'm Natsu! Who're you?" The pink-haired boy, Natsu, asked. Lucy blushed a little at his forwardness. She knew this mysterious boy's first name right away, something she wasn't used to. Strangers were always referred to by their family name until she deemed them a friend. For example, Levy she had dubbed "Lady McGarden," until they had gotten to know one another. It was likewise with her own name. All the visitors outside the manor knew her as "Lady Heartfilia," and most of the servants beyond the ones she thought of as friends were to keep formalities and call her "Lady Lucy."

This Natsu person didn't seem to go by those customs. She hadn't met any nobles who didn't follow them, so that meant the man was most likely common. This was a dream, though, so he probably wasn't even real, merely a figment of her imagination. Whether he was real or not, her father would throw a fit if he knew she was talking to a commoner, let alone reveal her name to one, and that spurred her to continue the conversation. But that wasn't the only reason she decided to tell her name. Natsu had a certain air around him that made her feel comfortable, as if she were speaking to her best friend. She felt she could trust him. She felt comfort around him.

"Hello? Are you gonna talk anytime soon, Weirdo?" Natsu snapped his fingers in front of Lucy's face. Lucy jumped with a start as she realized that she had been staring into space and completely silent while she thought. Her cheeks puffed put in annoyance when she realized what he had called her, and Natsu decided that seeing that was almost as great as hearing her laugh, and just as oddly familiar.

"Weirdo!? Maybe I won't tell you my name!" Lucy suggested, with both an angry tone and a joking tone in the words.

"Well, I have to call you something! If you won't tell me your name, then I'll have to stick with 'Weirdo'!" Natsu grinned as he teased her, causing Lucy to not only roll her eyes, but also blush again.

"Lucy!" She suddenly said.

"Huh?"

"My name! It's Lucy!"

Natsu stared at her for a bit with a blank look, then smiled to her once again. "Okay, Loony!"

Lucy's eyes bugged out. "Excuse me!? I'm over here, deciding that I can trust you enough to reveal my name, and you have the audacity to make fun of it!?"

Natsu, instead of being apologetic, as Lucy expected, just looked confused. "Odd Ass City? Where's that?"

"What!? No! Audac-" Lucy shook her head, not wanting to bother explaining, and decided to just yell, "You're an idiot!"

Lucy had expected him to get defensive, but the strange boy just chuckled and gave her his bright grin again. "I've been called that before!"

Lucy scoffed. "That's to be expected! You are one!"

"You seem nice," Natsu said. "I like you." To Lucy's surprise, there wasn't a hint of sarcasm in his voice. It had been a genuine comment. Lucy's cheeks became tinged with pink again.

"Well, I like you, too. You seem nice as well." Lucy could see him smile at the comment, and she couldn't help but smile back.

Very suddenly, Natsu felt the sensation of cold water washing over his face, and he disappeared from the forest and from Lucy's dream, putting an abrupt end to their conversation. "Natsu?" Lucy called. "Where'd you go?" She turned and checked all around her for the pink-haired man and came to the conclusion that she was alone in her forest of dreams. Then, the scenery around her began to fade, and she found herself in her bedroom, awake and in the dark.

"Natsu?" she quietly questioned the empty room. Lucy shrugged and decided to lay back down and go back to sleep, but she still had lingering thoughts of Natsu left on her mind. Is he real? And if he is, then who is he?

The rest of her night went dreamless.

Natsu jerked up out of his dream to wake up in a courtyard. Lush, green grass was speckled with brown patches of dirt. Who was she? Lucy had been her name, he could remember. She had yelled it at him pretty clearly. She was weird. At that thought, he smiled. He heard a snicker beside him and looked up to see a man with dark hair above him, holding an empty bucket.

"What's with the smile?" the man asked with a smirk.

Natsu scoffed and sent the image of Lucy away. "Nothing," he claimed, making the asker wonder what had happened. Natsu scratched the back of his head and felt that his hair was cold and wet. Tch. So he did dump water on me, he thought, remembering the bucket. "Why'd you wake me up, Gray? And when'd I fall asleep?"

Gray, the man with the dark hair, became straight-faced. "The king would like to see you in his study. He has too much paperwork to do, or he would've gotten your ass himself." Then he smirked again. "And to answer your second question, about five minutes into our duel when I knocked you out." Natsu hated the cocky look on the speaker's face, so he punched him just there. "Hey!"

Natsu ignored the indignant call of his rival and stood up. Looking around, the eighteen-year-old spotted his sword a little farther away and picked it up, putting it into the sheath attached to his belt. He loved his sword. It was a broadsword, although he didn't use the advantage of a one-handed sword to carry a shield; a shield would just weigh him down. If he was fast enough to dodge, then there was no need for a shield, which was part of why he chose a broadsword. It was lighter than some of the other options. Another reason he loved the sword so much was the hilt's design. The hilt was fashioned as a dragon, with the wings acting as a guard and the dragon's open mouth leading to the blade. He didn't know what the blade was made of, but he liked it. The metal was a slightly reddish color and was very shiny, giving it the awesome illusion of fire when it glinted in light. All those features caused him to dub the sword "Fire Dragon".

Gray, nineteen, often made fun of Natsu's sword, but Natsu personally thought his was much cooler than Gray's. Gray's sword was a claymore, which he had called "Icecalibur". Besides being inspired by some legend that Natsu never cared to remember, the name had partially come from the light blue gems that sparkled along the guard, almost giving it the appearance of ice. The blade was of another bright, shiny metal that Natsu didn't know the name of, but it didn't have the reddish tinge of the Fire Dragon's blade. It was just a plain silver colored metal.

What Natsu really didn't get about Gray's fighting was that he had a shield. Despite the difficulty in using both a shield and a two-handed sword in combat, though, Gray used both quite frequently. The shield was made of the same shiny metal as his Icecalibur, and had some more of the tiny ice-like gems on it. It was kind of shaped like a star, and if Natsu had to guess, then he would say it had fourteen or fifteen points on it. When he had first seen it, Natsu made fun of it, saying it looked like a flower. That had earned him an angry punch in the face. Apparently, Gray had made the shield with his old mentor or adoptive mother or something just before she had died, about twelve or so years ago. She had taught him the basics of swordplay and being a knight.

Natsu gave his friend another punch before heading into the castle from the courtyard. He would have to fight Gray again later, but make sure to knock him out in the first five minutes. After walking through some long, red-carpeted hallways and climbing up some tall, winding stairs, Natsu had arrived to his destination. He opened one of the heavy wooden doors and went in. At the large, regal, wooden desk covered in paperwork sat a red-haired man: King Igneel Dragneel of Kasai. Natsu cleared his throat and called to him.

"Hey, you wanted me, Dad?"

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strangedreamings · 6 years ago

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Prompt for Sebolly: Molly's standard date for a relationship ("dream date: we get chinese food delivered, it’s raining, i take a shower in your shower (it must be a nice shower with good water pressure), you let me wear your clothes after i shower, you have a cat that i can pet, we watch movies, i fall asleep in your bed for like fifteen hours, you fall in love with me"). Bonus if Seb's cat is named Killmouser.

Thanks!

Dream Date

It was only their fourth date. Sebastian,obviously wanting to impress her, had asked Molly what her dream date was. Whenshe said it was a picnic in the park, he immediately approved and they madeplans for Saturday.

Saturday morning, Molly was so busy gettingready that she forgot to check the weather forecast. It completely slipped hermind as she showered, groomed, then dressed. She’d been saving the floral-printsundress and espadrilles for a special occasion. Well, having my dream date with my dream man is definitely a specialoccasion.

Seb showed up in tight jeans and a t-shirtthat Molly suspected was a size too small just to show off his muscles. In short, sex on a stick. When he grinnedat her, his sexiness tripled. They were slowly working their way to beingintimate, and Molly knew Seb’s grin was her weakness.

They were sitting on a blanket in the parkand had just started eating when the heavens opened. Both of them jumped up, stuffedthe now-ruined food in the picnic basket, grabbed the blanket, then ran for theexit. There were no cabs to be had, due to the Tube strike. By the time theyhad made it to Seb’s building, the closer of the two, they were soaked to theskin. Even though the day had been warm before the rain, Molly felt her teethchattering.

Seb’s tuxedo cat Killmouser met them at thedoor, loudly demanding pets.

“In a minute,” Seb muttered, though he couldn’thide the fondness in his tone.

Molly bent down to give the cat a quick petthen smiled shyly at her boyfriend. “Um, is it okay if I take a quick shower?”

Seb smirked. “Didn’t you just have one?”

“Funny.”

He chuckled softly. “Sure.” He led the way tohis bedroom then showed her where everything was in the ensuite. “I’ll orderdinner. Chinese sound good?”

“Chinese would be perfect.”

“I’ll leave you something you can wear.”

Molly couldn’t help blushing. “You don’t haveto do that, Seb.”

“I’m not going to make you put that wet dressback on.” He grinned. “Besides, I like the idea of you in my clothes.”

She blushed brighter and he leaned to kissher cheek then he left the bathroom, whistling. After she showered then driedoff, she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and found a neatly-foldedpile of clothes on Seb’s very comfortable-looking king size bed. The black silkboxers still had the price tag on them but once that was removed, they feltvery nice against her skin. The cuffs of the royal blue pajama bottoms had tobe rolled several times before they were short enough for her and the waistbandhung low on her hips, but that was covered by the top.

Molly was rolling up the sleeves as shewalked in to the kitchen and found her boyfriend putting the food onto plates. Helooked up at her and grinned wickedly.

“I was right,” he murmured, “you look downrightedible in my clothes.”

She felt herself blushing again, unable tohide a smile. “You’re incorrigible. Oh, and I may move in – your water pressureis better than mine. I can’t remember having such a nice shower.”

Seb chuckled. “Mi casa es su casa. You can come here and get wet any time youwant.”

“Seb!” Molly knew her face was completely redbut she couldn’t help feeling flattered.

He bent to kiss her cheek, grinning. “You’readorable. Hungry?”

“Starving.”

They ate on the sitting room sofa, watchingone fantasy epic after another. It was the only genre they both liked. When thefood was gone, she curled up at his side, his arm around her, and Killmouserpurring on her lap. Just as she was dozing off, Seb shooed the cat off thenpulled her into his lap, kissing her so softly and tenderly that she thoughtshe would burst from the sweetness of it.

Molly returned the kiss with equal softnessand Seb sighed into her mouth then pulled back, murmuring roughly, “God, babe,the things you do to me…”

“I can imagine,” she murmured, grinning, asshe felt his growing arousal beneath her. Her big yawn a moment latercompletely ruined the mood.

Seb chuckled as he stood up, holding her. “Youneed a nap then maybe we can talk about what we’re going to do next,” he saidsoftly as he carried her bridal-style to his bedroom then laid her on the bed.Killmouser quickly joined her. Seb was about to shoo the cat out when shestopped him. “Fine,” he said, smiling. “Keep an eye on her, boy.” He leaned tokiss her cheek. “I’ll wake you in a couple of hours.”

She smiled sleepily. “Thank you, Seb.”

When Molly woke, the first thing she noticedwas that it was morning, even though she had fallen asleep in the earlyevening. She second thing she noticed was that she was on her side and therewas a familiar arm wrapped around her waist. Slowly turning onto her otherside, she found that Seb was watching her, a soft smile on his face.

“Good morning,” he murmured.

She wanted to be annoyed but couldn’t, notwith the way he was looking at her. “Good morning. You let me sleep all night?”she asked softly.

“I tried to wake you but you just weren’thaving it,” he said, chuckling softly. “The double you worked Friday probablyhad something to do with that. Since you’re off today, I decided to just letyou sleep. ‘Course, I couldn’t help joining you.”

“Mmm…” She cuddled to him. “I have noobjections.”

“Good,” he murmured, brushing a lock of hairback from her face as he gazed at her. “I realized something while I watchedyou sleep.”

The look in his eyes took her breath away,but she still managed to whisper, “What’s that?”

“I love you.”

Heart overflowing, she murmured, “That’s goodbecause I love you too.”

As soon as Seb’s lips met hers, she knew theywouldn’t be leaving the bed anytime soon.

AO3

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vandergelic-blog · 7 years ago

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rfa + minor trio- middle of the night, can't find mc, find her doing whatever. (stargazing on the roof, baking, just random little things that could be cute?) ps thank u for giving vanderwood the love they deserve, i love my baby sm too

Vanderwood deserves all the love.

Zen:

While Zen was at rehearsals, you stayed home. He always didn’t come back until late, leaving you to eat dinner alone.

You sat on the couch eating your food, watching the news. Just to see that he was involved in yet another scandal with one of his coworkers on the new musical he was starring it. They shared romantic roles with each other.

A sigh involuntarily left you. He told you not to pay any attention to it, because literally none of that stuff was true. But…you couldn’t help it sometimes. Jealousy and doubt are natural things to feel when you see your significant other be associated with someone else.

When Zen got home, it was pretty late. You cuddled with him as he ate and listened to him speak about his day, you staying mostly quiet with the thoughts of doubt still in your head. He assumed you were tired then you both went off to bed.

It was a little past midnight when you crept out of your guy’s shared bed, careful not to disturb him, and went up to the roof. The place he took you when you first visited his home and where he confessed his love to you.

You sat cross legged and looked up at the starry night sky.

Zen was beautiful and so talented. He had thousands of people who admired him and could get anyone he wanted. He was one of those bright stars in the sky, and you? Well..you were just one of those people who were only worthy of watching him from down below. How could he have ever chosen someone like you?

Tears began to form in your eyes, until you felt a presence standing behind you, causing you to whip your body around as you were greeted with Zen’s face with a tired expression plastered over it. A balled up fist went to rub at one of his tired eyes.

“Jagiya? Is everything okay? It’s so late…what are you doing up here? Come back to bed.”

You turned yourself back around and stayed quiet, just as you did earlier. Moments later, he settled down next to you and he yawned, leaning his head against your shoulder.

“What’s wrong? Tell me. You’ve been silent all night, I miss your voice.”

You told him softly and subtly how neglected you felt, how worried you were that he would leave you for someone else or that the media would ruin your guy’s relationship.

He immediately sat up and stared over at you. He used his fingers to gently turn your face towards him.

“Baby, you’re all I want. All I need. You don’t give yourself enough credit. You’re way more amazing than you think. You may not see it, but trust me I do and so many more people do. Why would I want anyone else when I already have the most breath taking person right in front of me? You’re my entire world, Jagiya. Now, shall we go back to bed?”

Yoosung:

Of all the times you played LOL with Yoosung, you didn’t horribly lose only once. But. You still lost.

His other friend’s online would constantly laugh at how bad you were, and honestly Yoosung thought it was pretty humorous too. You’d all laugh, but Yoosung would always have your back and tell them to stop, even though it wasn’t that deep. He’s just very protective over you okay.

You told him that you were going to bed while he was up studying one night and he simply nodded his head, as you went into your bedroom, sneaking your laptop in with you.

Once you got snuggled up in bed, you immediately turned it on and signed into LOL. You were determined to get better so you could play harder missions with your boyfriend!

A few hours passed…along with many epic fails and deaths. You were sure you the only thing you’ve improved on is running away from the boss. At least you could dodge, slightly better. I mean. you noticed you were getting blown up significantly less.

Suddenly, Yoosung walked into the room, stretching his arms out and letting out a big yawn. When he saw you were still awake, expecting you to be asleep, he tilted his head at you in confusion.

“What are you doing up?”

“Uh…..nothing….”

“But, you’re clearly doing something.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Then why is my laptop in front of you?”

“…i was sleeping and it just showed up, i don’t know how it got here.”

“…..really?….”

“yes, really.”

Yoosung crawled in bed and you tried to hide the laptop in your chest.

“GIVE ME THE LAPTOP!”

“NO!”

“IT’S MINe GIVE ME IT I BOUGHT IT”

“sEVEN GAVE IT TO Y OU”

This boy was A LOT stronger than he put himself off to be. He ended up snatching it away from you, ignoring your loud whining and protests in the background.

He looked at the screen just to see your death count.

You died a whopping 47 times in the last two hours you’ve been playing.

“Oh my god..” *cue loud snorting laughter*

“YOOSUNGGGG I WAS JUST TRYING TO GET BETTER FOR YOU!”

You huffed, did the cutest pout he had ever seen in his life, before plopping down in bed and pulling the covers over you.

He eventually quieted down and pushed the laptop to the side, pulling your body over to him.

“You’re so cute, MC. You don’t have to get any better, you’re already the best you can be!”

“Really?..You don’t care if I die a lot?”

“As long as you don’t die in real life, I’m good. Besides, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone suck die so many times in LOL before. That’s an accomplishment! Along with being the most adorable person to ever exist. Wanna pull an all nighter?”

Jaehee:

It was yet another long, and painful night of work for Jaehee.

When she came home, she didn’t really say anything. She just gave you a kiss on your forehead, then pulled you to bed with her, where you two snuggled up with each other for the night.

You felt so terrible for her, that she was working so hard like this for the both of you. So you decided you would make her lunch to take with her tomorrow! It would be much better than her getting takeout.

You lied there and pretended to be asleep for awhile, until you were sure that she was fast asleep herself. Jaehee was actually a pretty light sleeper, but she was so tired, you were sure that you didn’t wake her up when you crawled out of bed.

You immediately got to work in the kitchen, quietly and stealthily as you put together a bento box for her. You decided to bake her some cookies as well!

It occurred to you that you weren’t as quiet as you thought, as you heard a voice speak your name from behind you as you mixing some cookie batter together.

“Why are you cooking?..So late? Should I have brought some food home when I left work?”

“Oh…no! Jaehee, I was just making you food to take with you tomorrow. I want to make sure you’re eating healthy and taking care of yourself since you always take care of me..”

Her tired, baggy eyes went wide and blinked a few times before she gave you the sweetest smile.

“Thank you…No one has ever thought of me like that before. I appreciate it. But, I would much rather be in bed with you right now.”

She walked up to you and pressed a kiss to your lips, causing you to smile.

“How about you finish this up tomorrow? You can bring it to the office and we can both eat together during our break. How does that sound?”

Jumin:

It was a Sunday night. Jumin had a meeting the next morning so you both went to bed early.

The night went along peacefully, he held you close to his chest with an arm draped around your waist as you two slept. You awoke to the sound of meowing in the other room. It was no other than Elizabeth, but you never heard her meow this late before, nor was it this frantic.

You rose up and slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Jumin and tip toed into the living room.

Elizabeth was curled up on the couch, asleep, but she was whimpering and meowing aloud. It appeared she was having a nightmare and your heart sunk.

You settled down on the couch and gently shook her awake. Her blue irises opened up and stared at you, you could see the fear and sadness in them.

Elizabeth had such a good life, you wondered what she could’ve been dreaming about.

You scooped the cat up into your arms and held her gently to her chest, much like how Jumin did when consoling you, and your head rested lightly on top of hers.

You rocked steadily side to side as you sang her a soft lullaby and stroked the fur on her back, she emitted soft purrs as you continued.

“MC?”

You didn’t notice Jumin’s deep voice in the background, as you were falling asleep as well with Elizabeth in your arms.

He found the sight all too adorable and endearing, a smile spreading across his lips as he inched towards you.

He carried you bridal style in his arms, while you still held Elizabeth. The both of you had already fall back fast asleep.

“Let’s go back to bed, my princesses.”

Seven:

This boy barely ever slept.

But when he does, he really wants you to be snuggled up besides him.

He almost had what seemed like a death grip on you, as he snored softly and was dead asleep.

You really had to pee.

You shook, you shimmied, you wiggled and eventually you were free from his grip, quickly shoving a pillow into your arms to replace yourself, because you knew he would wake up. And you wanted him getting all the sleep he could get.

You scurried over to the bathroom and relieved yourself.

You were about to crawl back into bed, until you saw Robo Cat!

Seven mentioned that he had made a new addition to his abilities and you picked up the tiny robot and examined it.

There was a new button on his stomach, and you could see the dots on his ears, implying that they were actually speakers. How cute!

You pressed the button, and kpop began to play.

You laughed and put down the Robo Cat, and it even began to dance around a little bit.

You found it so adorable and this song was bangin’! You couldn’t help yourself, so you danced around too and sang along.

As you were enjoying yourself, you didn’t notice Seven standing in the doorway recording you.

“Those are some nice moves you got there, MC!”

“SEVEN NO PLEASE DELETE IT”

“Why would I delete the cutest video to ever exist? I have to share this with others and bless this cruel world!”

Then with a press of a button it was on his instagram, his snapchat story, his twitter, in the RFA chatroom.

youweregoingtokillhim

Before you could even begin to yell at him, he pressed a hard kiss to your lips and demanded Robo Cat to start playing music again.

“Let’s boogie until the sun comes up my space queen!”

You guys literally danced until the sun came up, trashed the bunker, then passed out in the bathtub.

vandeRWOOD WAS PI S SED

Jihyun (V):

V had the tendency to take pictures of you when you least expected it.

It annoyed you and made you pout because you weren’t ready and thought you looked ugly, while V was literally having heart explosions over them.

But he couldn’t deny, he got some really good memes of your face and used them in the RFA chat.

“When your cacti won’t grow.” *picture of you snarling at sushi at a terrible restaurant u guys had gone to*

“When you have no idea what’s going on.” *picture of you looking hella confused during a RFA meeting*

“The floor is your endless love and compassion for me.” *picture of you tripping onto the sidewalk*

don’tworryhehelpedyouuprightafter

“omg jihyun stop pleasge”

“When you literally just can’t stop.” *picture of you crying over how cute a ladybug was*

Seven saves a l l of them and joins in.

He literally had a WHOLE album dedicated to memes of your face on his phone.

Little did he know, you were going to get him back.

Jihyun had gone to bed a bit early that night before you, you guys had a movie marathon but you decided to stay up a bit longer.

When you were sure he was fast asleep, you got his camera from his desk and crept into your guy’s room.

Finally, you were going to get a picture of your own.

You crawled onto the bed and were ready to take a picture until you realized…

s h i t

V literally looks like an angel when he’s asleep. HOW COULD YOU MAKE A MEME OUT OF THIS?

You decided to take a picture anyway and…

s h i t x2

The flash went off.

You were about to quickly scramble off the bed and hide when a hand gently grabbed your wrist.

“What are you doing?” V’s sleepy, deep, baritone voice asked you.

nut

“I…was trying to get a funny picture of your face. Like you do to me. But failed, because you literally look so gorgeous when you sleep.”

His cheeks flushed a dark red and laughed.

“Well…allow me to help you.” He said, then literally made the silliest face that he could (still looking adorable as fUC K).

Now, you had a V meme to use for yourself.

You both laughed for ten straight minutes at the picture before he kissed you goodnight and you both fell asleep.

The next day when you woke up in the morning, the first thing you sent in the chatroom was

“When people don’t ship you with someone who blinded you then started a religious cult. Also, when your route comes out soon.” *picture of V’s happy face*

nicebreakingthe4thwallmcthat’sseven’sjob

Minor duo below the cut!

Saeran:

this doesn’t really follow the prompt b/c my brain is so tired and i literally can’t think of anything for him rip.

It was bedtime and you both lied down facing each other.

Saeran was drifting asleep, while you were still pretty awake.

You stroked his hair, and you both occasionally exchanged a peck on the lips.

You began to squish his cheeks and play with his face a little, cooing below your breath.

He was so adorable, you couldn’t help it!

This earned a grunt from the male and he flipped over, facing away from you causing you whine.

He ignored you.

So you poked his side and nuzzled your face into his back.

“Saerannnnn, come back.”

“Go to sleep.”

“No, turn back here.”

“Go to sleep.”

“But I miss you. I just want to look at your cute face.”

“Go to sleep.”

You huffed and also faced away from him.

Saeran couldn’t help but feel a tad bit guilty. He groaned before rolling onto his back and yanking you on top of him.

“My prince! You’ve come back for me!”

He rolled his eyes, a lightly tinted blush spreading across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

“Whatever. Just go to sleep..”

You giggled and he draped his arms around your waist, while your face rested on his chest.

Eventually, sleep took over both of you and you rested peacefully like that as the rest of the night droned on.

Vanderwood:

He was always complaining how he had to do all the cleaning and work around the house.

It annoyed you because no one ever said he had to do it and he never asks for help.

And when you try to help, he says you don’t do it right then sends you off.

THEN COMPLAINS

VANDERWOOD YOU’RE SUCH A CONFUSING BABY WHAT THE HE C K.

While getting ready for bed, you listen to him grumble about how messy the house is and you really can’t help but roll your eyes.

You make sure he doesn’t see you do it tho, or…( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

And you can’t have anything holding you back or tiring you out ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), so you can go forward with your plan!!

So, as soon as you feel that he is asleep, you get out of bed and go into action.

You begin to clean the toilet, the shower, put together the pillows on the couch and fold the laundry. You dust the shelves off and the tv, as well as wiping the coffee table down.

In all honesty, your guy’s place wasn’t even that messy. But of course, Vanderwood was a perfectionist and you wanted him to wake up to dazzling clean home tomorrow.

You were beginning to sweep up in the kitchen until you hear some light footsteps.

“Why the hell are you cleaning at 2am? Isn’t that my thing?”

“Well…you were so upset about doing all the housework. I felt terrible. So I wanted to surprise you and have a clean home for you to wake up to tomorrow, so you could relax for the rest of the day..”

He wasn’t quite sure of what to say, but he sure felt bad for complaining and making you feel terrible..

He walked up to you, pushing the broom out of your hands and cupping your face.

“Let’s just go to sleep for now. Uh…let’s finish cleaning tomorrow? I see that you already got a lot done…thank you. Let me treat you to breakfast tomorrow, there’s a cute cafe that reminds me of you. I’ve been meaning to take you there. How does that sound, dear?”

I hope this was what you wanted, anon! If there’s any typos let me know cuz I didn’t proofread. I actually never proofread, so I guess it doesn’t matter lmao

Requests are open! I’m closing them soon so get them in!

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