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My Top Posts in 2022:

The Little Things - GN One Shot

Summary: You start to question your relationship with your boyfriend when you get sick. Guess who will be there to comfort you? Loki, duh.

Warnings: Illness, your boyfriend is a jerk. Some swearing. This is NOT a COVID fic.

Words: ~2.6k

You were always a caring person. Someone who always put the needs of others before your own. Unfortunately, that sometimes could be to your own detriment as you wear yourself down or worse yet, when people take advantage of your kindness. They take and they take until there is nothing left to give anymore. That is probably how you ended up in your current position at Stark Tower. You are the current administrator of the Avenger’s division. Knowing what the team needed before they even did was your specialty, and you had a great knack of remembering the smallest details of the people around you. You made sure that Thor’s favorite pop tarts were always in the cupboard, that Natasha had her favorite hands wraps in the gym, and you always, always made sure Tony left the lab when he buried himself in projects for days on end.

Thankfully, they all appreciated you for it. You were highly regarded in the Tower, a walking angel, and they always made sure to express their thanks with their words or little tokens. If you ever needed a day off, you barely needed to ask. The whole team was very protective of you and had pretty much adopted you. They loved you and you loved them back and so when Loki joined the team, you treated him with the same unrelenting kindness you bestowed on everyone else.

At first, the god was taken back by your little friendly gestures, but never less you persisted. You were well aware of his criminal past, but you were also well aware of his transformation and all of his acts of heroism. He deserved kindness just like everyone else and maybe even deserved it more. Thor had shared some more personal details about Loki prior to his arrival. How he found out about his heritage. How he was lied to. How he fell from the Bifrost. How he was tortured, and mind was taken over by Thanos. Loki was always so stoic, but his eyes held so much pain. You were determined to make him smile.

Loki was one to keep to himself and so you tried to keep the gestures small. You figured out his favorite teas and they were always available to him in the community kitchen. On some days you even made him a cup that was waiting for him in the morning. Whether or not he knew it was you, didn’t matter at all to you. But seeing him sipping from his cup while reading in the morning warmed your heart. Then, you started leaving him book recommendations and even leaving new books for him outside of his door with an encouraging note. You admit, the notes were often corny, but you wanted to convey how welcome he is and how you truly wanted him to simply have a great day. It’s the littlest things that matter the most.

All your little acts of kindness seemed to have an effect on Loki as he started to hang around you more. He never engaged in conversation. He simply was just…there. Every once and awhile you would catch him glancing over at you, only to quickly look away as soon as you caught on. You never said anything to him, though, just let a soft smile grow on your face. One thing you did notice was that he did linger more often around your lunch break which you usually shared with Wanda. She was your go to person, your friend within the tower, and you told her everything. The witch was an amazing listener and wise beyond her years, likely due to her own troubled and traumatic past. Your friendship was genuine, and you were there for each other.

“I just don’t know what to do anymore, Wan,” You groaned. One of your most recent topics was your long-term boyfriend, Steve. You have been together for almost two years now and at first everything was amazing, as it usually is, but as time went on you have become more and more unhappy. Normally, you are a very giving and kind person with everyone in your circle, but that is amplified tenfold towards your partner. Little thoughtful gestures came easily to you. Leaving love notes in his lunch. Always making sure his favorite sweaters were clean and hung properly. Endless back scratches and peppered kisses on his face. You poured your love on him daily and he soaked it up like a sponge. You even recently started living together.

But that seemed to be the problem. You give and you give, and he takes, and he takes, never refilling your cup. For a long time, you didn’t notice this, too caught up in the whirlwind that is new love and showering him with your affection. Now, after almost two years of this, your cup is bone dry and you are desperate for some care of your own. You had tried talking to him about this before, but every time he brought it up he got very defensive. He would bring up situations which he showed that he ‘cared for you’, but those situations were never truly genuine. They often ended with more work for you, or you found out he had an ulterior, selfish motive. It never was just unconditional caring for your lover just for the simple reason that you loved them.

“I have tried talking to him, but it is the same conversation over and over again He tells me he loves me, but I am not actually sure I believe him. Like, he says the words, but the actions are lacking, you know?” You whispered, head in your hands. You were aware that Loki was in the room, as usual, so you tried to keep your voice down for privacy.

“You seem really unhappy. Do you even want to be with him anymore?” Wanda posed the question to you. The question as heavy and you were so lost in thought, you totally missed Loki’s side glance in your direction.

“I honestly don’t even know anymore. We have been together for so long and things were so great when we first got together. Sometimes I feel like I am making a big deal out of nothing.” Your eyes were cast down. After every discussion about your needs, it always turned into a fight and after every fight, you felt so defeated. Wanda reached forward and placed her hand on yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“You deserve someone who loves you just as fiercely as you love them.” Her words were so simple, but they hit you right in the heart. She was right. You had a lot to think about.

The next few days were uneventful, except for a cold that kept on getting worse and worse as each day passed. By the third day, you were aching all over, had a terrible headache, and a cough that rooted deep in your chest. You even were congested, causing you to sound all nasally. Overall, you just wanted to crawl back in bed and die. Yet here you were at work the devoted employee you are. Tony did talk to you right before your lunch and insisted you go home early today. You fought him tooth and nail, insisting you were fine, but relented to going home shortly after your lunch. Picking up your cell phone, you called your boyfriend.

“Hi Steve,” You said, trying to sound as happy as possible despite your sickly state.

“You sound horrible.” He muttered and you scrunched your nose. Thanks for the reminder.

“Yeah, I know,” You huffed a dry laugh, “About that. I am heading home early today to rest. I was wondering if you could stop by the store on your way home to pick up some medicine? I would really appreciate it.”

“No, I can’t do that. When I leave work the traffic is fine, but if I go out to the store, I will be stuck in traffic for at least an hour.” He sounded irritated. Your mouth hung open in shock. You had no idea what to even say back to that. It was such a simple request.

“I know the traffic is inconvenient, but I really just want to go home and lay down. I don’t want to be out more than I need to. I feel horrible.” You pleaded. When did your eyes get teary?

“I know you’re sick, but that doesn’t mean you have to be such a selfish bitch about it.”

That was it. All the debating you were doing all week since your conversation with Wanda was finally over. You steeled yourself, sitting up straighter, and sniffled. You cursed yourself for that damn sniffle. There was no way you wanted him to think you were crying over him.

“Okay, Steve, I have had it. I give and I give, and all I am asking you to do is get me some medicine. I know the traffic sucks, but so does being sick. I just wanted your help, and you call me a selfish bitch?! I have given my whole self to you, and you have only taken, but no more. We are done. I want you out of my place by tomorrow. I will be staying the night at the tower. Do not take anything that isn’t yours. It wouldn’t be wise to anger a friend of the Avengers.”

You hung up your phone and slammed it on the table. Finally, that was over. You leaned forward and laid your head on the table, your head now throbbing mercilessly. The weight of the day, of the week really, and now your breakup hit you like a ton of bricks. Your shoulders shook as you started to cry into your arms. You felt so awful.

A light tap on your arm brought your head whipping up. For a moment you forgot you were in a public space within the tower and frantically you wiped your face, trying to hide the evidence of your sadness. You turned to see who it was, and it was the last person you would expect. It was Loki.

“Darling, are you okay?” He kneeled down next to you, a tender and compassionate hand resting on your arm. His eyes were big, full of concern, and so amazingly blue. You never had the opportunity to look at them so close up before. They were beautiful.

“Uh, yeah,” You said, clearing your throat and your thoughts. “Rough day.” You gave him a half smile, but also were internally screaming at how nasally you sounded. You always admired Loki and thought he was so handsome, but you never let yourself get close due to your relationship. Well, his aloofness towards you didn’t help either. It was odd to see him so worried about you, but it was a welcome feeling. Suddenly, you groaned and threw your head back.

“What? What is it?!” Loki’s eyes were even wider, wild with worry. You weren’t sure how much he heard from your conversation, so opted to be as vague as possible.

“As you can probably tell, I am not feeling that great, “You gave him a weak smile, but he didn’t return it. The concern on his face was adorable. “Someone was going to pick up medicine for me, now I have to go and grab it after I leave here. I am not looking forward to it.”

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412 notes - Posted February 7, 2022

A Second Chance - Part 2

Welp, guess I am going to make this a three parter. The third part will be the last part, I swear!

Summary: You didn't really like Loki, but you lost your memories and Loki takes advantage of the situation by pretending to be your boyfriend. What could go wrong?

Warnings: Some smut if you squint. Also didn't proof read this cuz I'm le tired. Sorry.

Words: ~ 3k

Part one on my master list.

You furrowed your brows at the man in front of you, who apparently was named Loki and was your boyfriend. None of this looked familiar, but something about him being so close to you felt…weird, but also right. You believed every word he said. Loki, or so he calls himself, was rubbing his thumb over your hand and you were thankful that you weren’t here in this hospital bed alone.

“I’m sorry that I don’t remember you.” You continued to look down at your joined hands and you genuinely did feel bad. How horrible must it be for him for his lover to forget who he was? You said so out loud and he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“It’s okay, Darling. I am not upset. I am just glad you are okay.” His eyes were glassy, and he looked at you. The love and affection were apparent in his eyes, and you felt obligated to give him a little smile.

“How long have we been together?” It was an innocent question, but Loki seemed thrown off by it. Thankfully, the God of Mischief was good at thinking on his feet.

“It’s relatively new,” He cleared his throat awkwardly, “but we are very happy.” He looked so stiff, but you just assumed it was because his girlfriend forgot who he was and the stress of that.

You laughed and that seemed to perk him up a bit, “I will take your word on it.”

There was a knock on the door and a nurse, followed by Dr. Strange came into your room. The doctor flipped through your chart and smiled at you, “I see you are awake. You hit your head pretty good, Y/N. How are you feeling?”

You shifted a bit, looking to Loki because honestly, you had no idea who this doctor was, but he spoke to you as if you knew him. “I, uh, I don’t remember much. I will be honest; I am very confused.” The more you thought about it, the more upset you got. You had a raging headache, the more you tried to remember, but it was all static. It was so frustrating!

“I don’t know where I am. I feel like I should know, and I feel like I should know who you are too, but I don’t.” By the time you finished, you were choking your words out in between tears. The sympathetic looks from everyone in the room felt like knives to your heart. All you wanted to do was remember, but you couldn’t.

“I know it is so frustrating Y/N. Thankfully, all your tests and scans came back fine. You just have a mild concussion and so, with amnesia like this, your memory will likely come back very quickly and probably all at once. So, you just have to be patient.”

The news was reassuring, but you were never one to be patient. That is something you knew about yourself, at least.

“We can make arrangements for someone to help take care of you. You shouldn’t be alone, and you will need help with your leg.”

You looked to Loki, confused. Maybe the doctor wasn’t aware of your relationship, “Well, I just assumed he would –“

“I will take responsibility for her, Doctor!” Loki interrupted, jumping to his feet with a big smile and a wave of his hand.

Strange looked between you and Loki with narrowed eyes, “Are you sur-“

“Yes, yes, I am her partner. I will be helping her. The rest of the team is busy on missions, and I am here, so it makes the most sense.”

That answer seemed to placate the doctor as he went over discharge instructions with Loki. Though, you wondered why Loki didn’t mention your relationship.

Then, before you knew it, you were making your way out of the Med Bay to your room, or what you were told was your room. You hobbled down the hallway on your crutches and Loki was there to catch you as you found your rhythm. The staples that were in your leg was gruesome, so you were thankful for his help. It was sweet, actually.

Loki took your room key from you and opened the door. He helped you in and started with a barrage of questions.

“Do you need anything? Are you hungry? Thirsty? Are you in pain?” You smiled softly at him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Did you always worry like this?”

He looked down at your hand on his shoulder and then back at you. “Always. I always worry about you. I just want you to be okay, to be happy.”

“Well, some pasta would make me very happy, Loki.” You shuffled your way over to the couch, with Loki on your heels of course, and sat down.

“Yes, right, of course. Right away, Darling. Whatever you need!” And the tall man made his way into your kitchen. While you heard him banging pots and pans in the kitchen, you took in the apartment around you. There wasn’t very much there. There were a few photos of you with the Avengers, but no family that you could recognize. You remembered your initial training days with the team, but after that it was a blur. The décor in the apartment was quite plain, outside of some plants here and there. Overall, the apartment did not give you many hints about the time you had lost.

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424 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

The Glass Slipper - Fem Reader One Shot

Summary: You get stuck babysitting Morgan AND Loki. Of course, Morgan thinks you are a princess because of your singing talents...what happens when she finds out that Loki is a real prince?! Cinderella-esque fic.

Warning: Swearing. Otherwise pure fluff.

Words: 5.6k

You were definitely overqualified for this.

Very overqualified.

Somehow, someway, you found yourself the babysitter for not only the precious heart of the Avengers, young Morgan Stark, who is just five years old, but also Loki, Prince of Asgard, God of Mischief, and mass murderer. Life is wild sometimes.

You are the prized assistant to the one and only Pepper Potts, CEO of Stark Industries and to say you rocked at your job was an understatement. The job came very easy to you as you handled issue after issue with quick, resourceful wit and inventive creativity. That is likely how you found yourself in your current position. You were one of the few within the Tower that could be trusted with Morgan and having that trust from the ever-paranoid Tony Stark was an achievement indeed. It also helped that the young girl absolutely adored you.

But Loki? That was more bizarre. Due to your position within the Tower, you became familiar with the Avengers. It wasn’t often, but every once and awhile Tony would commandeer you and your skilled brain for various Avenger related tasks. It seems these past few weeks, you were being summoned more and more. Every once and awhile, you would have ordinary conversations with the not so ordinary superheroes. Steve was always very cordial with you, asking you questions about your day and various pop culture references. He could always trust you to give him an honest answer (unlike Tony who would always give him a bullshit one just for his own amusement). Natasha and Wanda were the best for ‘the tea’, indulging in Avenger’s related gossip over lunch. Thor, well, Thor was always Thor and would be your golden retriever best friend forever at the drop of a hat.

Loki, on the other hand, was quiet. He never really spoke to you outside of a polite greeting here and there. But whenever you were in the Avenger’s levels of the Tower, he was also sure to be lingering about. The oddest thing was his shift in his behavior. Whenever you were around, he was more…well behaved. His relentless pranks and acts of mischief always died down and he was, dare you say, nice to the rest of the team. The god would even go out of his way to be kind to his fellow teammates, but as soon as you left, his scowl returned. Or so you heard.

It was the oddest thing.

So, here you are babysitting not only Morgan, but a God. When Tony had asked you, you had initially doubled over in laughter. You laughed and laughed, until his stone-cold face told you that he was being absolutely and completely serious.

“Okay, but what am I supposed to do with a God, Tony?! I am a regular human being! No superpowers! I can’t stop him from doing anything!” You yelled, not giving a single fuck that he was married to your boss.

“It doesn’t matter. For some reason Reindeer Games listens to you and both Thor and I are needed on this mission, so we can’t babysit him,” Tony went to turn back to his lab work, before rethinking and adding, “Oh, and I need you to watch Morgan too.”

Tony, Loki, and Morgan were already waiting for you in the Avenger’s community kitchen. Morgan always loved playing dress up with you, so you decided to show up in a beautiful sundress that ended right at your knees. Your hair was styled nicely around your face, and you had put on some light makeup. It certainly was dressier than you usually were at work, but for that little girl, you would do anything.

Upon seeing you, Morgan wiggled out of her father’s arms and ran to you, crashing at full force into your legs with a tight embrace.

“Princess Y/N! I missed you!” You grinned, lightly ruffling her hair, and scooping her up in your arms. You joined Tony and Loki who sat at the large island, and you sat Morgan between them right on the counter.

“You know the routine, Y/N. Pepper will be back tonight to pick her up.” Tony stood up and gave his little daughter a big hug and a kiss.

“I love you, 3000.” He whispered into her hair, eliciting a bubbled giggle from the young Stark. With one last peck on her head, he left to on the mission.

And as soon as he left, Morgan wasted no time.

“Princess Y/N, Princess Y/N, “She yelled, grabbing your hand, and shaking it around with all her five-year-old might, “Sing the song, sing the song, SING THE SONG!”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at her antics, blatantly seeing her father’s stubbornness in miniature form. You opened your mouth, ready to answer her, but you then saw Loki who still sat at the end of the island. For a moment, you forgot that he was even there, but he was intently staring at you and the intensity of his piercing blue eyes made you shift uneasily.

“No, Morgan, not today. We are going to make you some lunch.” You said sternly, but you should have realized that much like her father, she wasn’t going to let this go.

With balled up fists and wildly kicking feet that thumped on the side of the kitchen island, she, the little Stark, scolded you with the firepower of a hundred stars, “PRINCESS Y/N, SING THE SONG!! You promised the last time that you would sing me the song whenever I had asked, and I am ASKING.”

Then you heard the sniffle. Oh no. Morgan was pulling out the big guns as her eyes started to water and her pouty lower lip began quivering ever so slightly. You sighed, already to cave when you heard him. Loki.

“Yes, you better sing the song…. Princess.” Loki’s deep velvety voice was unmistakable and a secret pleasure of yours. It was weird to hear him call you ‘Princess’, yet it was strangely not unwelcome. Now, he rested his head in his hands and he looked at you. Expectantly.

You let out a long sigh before turning on your pseudo princess charm like a light switch. With a big grin on your face, you curtsied to your much larger audience, much larger by the presence of one God, and opened your mouth to sing. All you could see was blackness as you closed your eyes tightly, doing anything to avoid the prince’s stare.

“A dream is a wish your heart makes when you're fast asleep.” You slowly started, placing your hands next to your face as if you were sleeping. Singing was always a secret joy for you and Morgan had only heard you once before. It was a complete accident, honestly. You were making her lunch when you started to sing the familiar song from Cinderella. When her parents came to retrieve her from your baby-sitting services, she was about ready to spill the beans. It’s not like you were self-conscious about your voice, in fact, you had an amazing, light, and melodic voice that you were proud of. It was the stage fright that got you, performing in front of others. Performing, if you could call it that, in front of a child was easy enough, but you knew deep down Tony would insist you sing songs all the time and maybe have you sing at one of his endless and infamous parties.

And being in your position, you were less likely to say no. So, you begged. You begged a five-year-old to keep your secret. She only had one condition.

Sing her Disney songs whenever she asked.

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432 notes - Posted March 6, 2022

Little Realizations - Short GN Reader Oneshot

Summary: Reader is short and gets anxiety around people who are much taller; ie: Loki.

Warnings: None, pure fluff.

Words: ~2100

Requests are open; A03 is essence021.

You weren’t one to be scared or intimidated very easily. As the prized assistant to Tony Stark, Iron Man himself, and in essence, the assistant to the Avengers, there isn’t much room for fear. But there was something about tall people that just made you nervous. It was something you always experienced, ever since you were a child and it only got worse as you got older. It made the job of working with the Avengers a challenge as most of the heroes were over six feet tall.

And you? You were a little over five feet and that was being generous. Very generous. The pain from having to perpetually crane your neck, looking up at the super soldiers and God was real. Climbing on the kitchen counters, and honestly anything, was a daily occurrence. Then, there was Tony’s relentless jokes and using your head as an armrest. Everyone constantly reminded you of your small stature. Thankfully, it never really bothered you and you owned your height with pride.

That is until you around someone much taller than you. You’re not sure what caused your anxiety to skyrocket around taller people. Something about them towering over you, looking down at your small frame, always made your heart race and your legs pull you far, far away. Much of it didn’t make sense. Like being afraid of the Avengers. They were the world’s heroes, and even though many of them had a ‘colorful’ past, you knew deep down in your heart they wouldn’t hurt you. Steve doesn’t even swear, for Pete’s sake, and Thor is pretty much a walking teddy bear. What is there to fear? But, even still, your palms would get sweaty, and you would thickly swallow in most of the teams’ presence. Yet, you pressed on. It was your job after all!

That didn’t change when you met Thor’s brother, Loki, the God of Mischief himself. You were introduced to him the very first day he moved into the Avenger’s Tower. Thor’s voice was booming as he called your name from across the room, dragging his rather reluctant younger brother with him to greet you.

“Y/N this is my brother, Loki! He will be staying here in the tower and joining the Avengers!” Thor’s large hand slapped his younger brother’s back, and Loki’s eyes just about scratched his brain they rolled back so hard.

“Loki, don’t be rude!” Thor lectured, “Say hello to our dear Y/N.”

And then your eyes connected. He was so tall! Thor was just a bit taller than him, but Loki’s sharp features and painted on scowl made him that more intimidating. All breath left you as his crystal blue eyes bore into your very soul. You couldn’t help but shift nervously on your feet and even take a cautious step backwards. It took all your resolve and restraint not to listen to your heart that thudded wildly in your chest and hightail it out of there. Of course, Loki noticed all of this.

“Hello, dear Y/N” he said dryly, eyes narrowed. You could only manage a barely passable squeak of a greeting before you excused yourself and quickly left the room.

“So, what do you think?” Thor jabbed his younger brother with his elbow, playfully wiggling his eyebrows.

“What is there to think?” Loki scoffed, “Another mortal who hates me.”

Loki feigned indifference, but the dejection in his tone was positively dripping. And Thor heard it. The truth was, Loki was looking forward to meeting you. Thor had talked about you constantly, insisting that you and Loki would make a good match. Of course, Loki pretended to not be interested in what his older brother had to say and even made sure to act annoyed for extra measure. But he was intrigued by tales of your wit, your humor, and your tender heart. Then he finally met you and you were the most enchanting, stunning creature he had ever laid eyes on in his thousand years of life. Seeing your small stature just warmed his heart. He just wanted to lift you up and cradle you in his arms. Norns, you were adorable!

And you were frightened of him. Of course, you were. Why would something so beautiful, so sweet, ever be interested in him? The word monster repeated relentlessly in his mind like a masochistic record player. Loki did his best to maintain a stone-cold façade, but Thor saw right through it as he always has. His younger brother was heartbroken.

“They don’t hate you, Loki.” Again, Loki sneered, clearly not believing what Thor was telling him.

“No, truly, Brother. They just aren’t….” Thor paused, choosing his next words carefully, “Comfortable around people of our stature.”

“Stature? Like us being Gods?”

“No, our height, Loki. They aren’t comfortable around people significantly taller than them. I have known them for some time, and it took quite a while for them to be near me without fear.”

Loki only hummed thoughtfully in response. The gears in his intelligent mind were turning as he started to scheme. So, there is still a chance to get to know you. Maybe even court you. One step at a time, Loki.

Opportunity struck a few days later in the community kitchen. There, Loki saw you, on the very tips of your toes as you tried to reach for a mug on one of the very highest shelves. The prized mug was just out of your reach and just as you started to crawl your way up on the counter for better leverage, Loki appeared by your side. His tall stature suddenly by your side made you squeak in surprise and slip right off the counter. Large hands, Loki’s large hands, gripped you tight and saved you from the certain doom of a three-foot fall.

After seeing your crazed, alarmed eyes, he immediately let you go once you were safely on the ground and held his hands up in defense. Without saying anything, he reached up and effortlessly grabbed your cherished mug and held it out to you. You eyed him suspiciously, still weary of how tall and intimidating he was, but you did not miss the softness in his eyes. It gave you a small bit of comfort and confidence to give him a closer look.

First, you saw his hair; long, luscious black locks that had you envious. You immediately noticed how they slightly curled at the end, and it was oddly cute. Then, you saw the sharp lines of his cheekbones. It was strange; the sudden feeling to want to run your hands over them. Next, was his lips. Your eyes trailed the curve of his cupids bow and you briefly wondered if his lips were as soft as they looked. He must have caught you staring because a grin started to spread on his face. It was a grin that made your heart, if only for just a moment, do a little flip and for once, it wasn’t out of fear.

Slowly, you reached forward and took the mug from his outstretched out. Briefly, your fingers touch during the exchange, and you could have sworn that you heard his breath hitch. Loki could have sworn his heart stopped.

You gifted your mug savior with a little smile and a whispered thank you. Loki all but melted at the gesture. You were so precious!

“You’re welcome, little one.” Any other time someone called you little, you would have had their head. But when Loki said it, you couldn’t help the rosy flush that came to your cheeks. Quickly pouring yourself a cup of the community coffee, you left the kitchen, hoping he didn’t see your flustered state.

Of course, he did, and he was glad. Now, for the next part of the plan.

A few days later, you decided to review some files in the community living area of the Tower. Anything to avoid staring at the four walls of your office for another second. Not that you were getting much work done. These past few days, all you could think about was Loki. The softness in his eyes, the adoration and reverence were burned in your memory. Frankly, you thought it was so odd. He didn’t really know you, so why would he look at you that way? And why were you shinning your own heart eyes back at him over a stupid mug?

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571 notes - Posted January 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Friendly Touches - GN One Shot

Summary: Loki notices that your friendship with him is not anything like your friendship with Wanda. Where are the playful touches? The ass smacking?! Maybe you aren't friends at all...Pure fluff. BFFS being bff's.

Warnings: Playful spankings, implied smut if you squint.

Words: ~3k

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Midgard is weird.

Specifically, Midgardians are weird. After joining the Avengers a few short months ago, Loki has been trying to adjust to his new life on Midgard. The prince had always taken pride in knowledge of various planetary cultures and customs, being the well-read God that he is. But something about Midgard had him constantly puzzled. One greeting could be completely well received by one Midgardian, then be considered highly offensive by another. They had, quite literally, limitless information in the palm of their hands, yet they used it to share photos of cats?

Yes, Midgardians are weird.

And more specifically, YOU’RE weird.

You had been a friend of Loki and fellow Avenger from the very beginning. Well, you were his friend at least. It took some convincing and persistence on your part to get him to open up and accept your relentless tsunami of caring and friendship. But accept he did and you two became thick as thieves in the coming months, bonding over your mutual love of books and propensity for mischief. Even though he had come to know you very well, you still managed to confuse the Hel out of him.

Not only were you friends with the God of Mischief, but you were also very good friends with the resident witch, Wanda. Loki couldn’t help but notice that your friendship with her was vastly different than your friendship with him. There was a playful, silly element to your friendship with the God, but it was mostly intellectual and caring. You could talk for hours about anything and everything. When one of you was having a bad day, you both knew you could rely on the other to be the comfort and balm the other needed.

But with Wanda? It was pure chaos and all silly games. Loki would watch you and Wanda send selfies back and forth to each other, making hideous faces that were apparently hilarious as you both exploded in giggles with each new text. Then, there was the penchant for sharing clothes. One day you would have her sweater, and the next day she would have your scarf. And the touching! You constantly had your hands all over each other. During movie nights, you would play with each other’s hair and take turns giving shoulder massages. The most surprising thing for Loki were all the spankings! It seems that each time you or the witch passed by each other, you would give your friend a playful smack on the butt. If you were you feeling particularly spicy, you would do a double drum on her booty then hightail it out there before she squealed and retaliated with her magic. To make it even more confusing, even though both you and Wanda would squeal in offense after each smack, you both would eventually giggle and keep on doing it!

It confused Loki to no end. You never touched him like that and while you had your fair share of playful banter, you never played with him like you did with Wanda. You never sent him hideously hilarious selfies or smacked his butt. Noticing all these differences made Loki question the validity and depth of your friendship. If this was how Midgardian friends act, why weren’t you acting this way with him? There had to be something wrong with your friendship. Maybe there was something wrong with him.

It pained Loki greatly because not only did he cherish your friendship, but he harbored a secret crush on you. He had begun to appreciate your relentless pursuit to get him to open up to you and to be his friend. You held him close when he finally shared with you his true Frost Giant heritage and with each small, caring gesture, you thawed his icy heart with your unbridled warmth. You were incredible, the sun in his life, and he was still the monster of Asgard (even though you insisted, he never and will never be a monster). So, he kept his crush to himself and treasured your friendship. That made noticing the stark differences in your friendship with Wanda that much more painful. Why couldn’t he smack your butt? Or you smack his?

Loki pondered this while pretending to read the book in his lap. Instead, he thought about your smile and the delicious curve of your ass and how it would fit nicely in his large hands. He wondered if the skin there was just as soft as your hands. Your hands. Your hands that were now flailing in front of his face.

“Yooohoo, Mischief! Earth to Asgard, are you there?” You giggled, having caught him in his daydream. Little did you know.

“Yes, Dove, can I help you?” He kept his face turned away from you, refocusing on his book and trying desperately to hide his flustered, blushing face. But he did catch you bite your lip out of the corner of his eye. That was one thing you didn’t do around Wanda.

“I was wondering if you would join me for a movie night?”

You shuffled back and forth on your feet, looking down at the fuzzy socks that adorned them. Norns, you were adorable, Loki thought. But you also looked nervous?

“What? Is Stark having another one of his team bonding nights again?” Loki all but sneered. You were the only thing good about those movie nights, honestly. At least, according to Loki. Still, you shuffled and kept your eyes locked on your feet.

“No, actually I was thinking it could just be me and you. We could watch something in my room,” You quickly exhaled, like you were shocked to hear your own words, “but if you are busy or not comfortable, I completely understand!”

“Why would I be uncomfortable, Dove? We’re friends.”

You hummed a bit, a slight frown on your face. The shuffling of your feet had stopped, and you let out a long breath. You were acting so odd!

“Hm, yes. We are friends.” You paused for a bit, lost in thought and a hint of sadness on your face, “I will see you later today then? Eight o’ clock fine?”

Loki nodded and returned to his book, but your forlorn look was not missed by him as you walked away. Why were you sad? Maybe it was something Stark did? The man was always staying stupid things. Sadness didn’t belong on your face or in your heart, you precious thing. So, Loki thought it was time to put your friendship to the test. At the very least, he wanted to try and cheer you up. He whipped out his cell phone out of his pocket and pulled up the text thread between you and him.

Loki wasn’t a fan of the cell phone, so there wasn’t much there save for a few exchanges here and there. After a quick look around the room to make sure the coast was clear, Loki brought up the camera on the phone to ‘selfie-mode’, crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue, and SNAP! He took a photo of his silly face and promptly sent it to you.

Then he waited.

But no goofy selfie was sent back to him. You had the read receipts on your phone, so he knew you saw his message and the ridiculous face he made. Maybe he didn’t make the right kind of silly face? Yet, there never seemed to be any rhyme or reason between your bizarre photos with Wanda. Some of the faces you made were borderline repulsive. That left the one conclusion: you weren’t really friends with him after all.

Loki quickly shook his head, trying to rid himself of the thought. No, it can’t be. You are far too sweet and far too kind to him to lie about a friendship like this. Still, he needed to know where him and his friendship stood with you. He would put your friendship to the test tonight, he decided.

Before he knew it, it was eight o’clock on the dot and he was softly knocking on your door. Even with all your months of friendship, Loki had never been in your room alone with you. He knew for a fact that Wanda was constantly in your room and you in hers. The god smiled to himself at the realization that he too would now become a part of your secret world that so few had seen.

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THE TRUTH HURTS || STRANGER THINGS X AHS ROANOKE

A/n: I thought this up randomly today and I'm sick after getting my 2nd covid vaccine so if this is terrible I'm sorry.

Notes: when they film return to roanoke, the cameras will be live streaming instead of having to be processed after the 3 days. Also, the location of the house is unknown so no one can send help.

Pairings: brother!Steve harringtonxm!reader, bf!eddiemunsonxm!reader, platonic!myroanokenightmarecastxm!reader, ect.

Warnings: blood, extreme injury detail, gore, death, murder, cannibalism, drug usage, swearing, sexual themes and possibly more.

Summary: y/n harrington was an actor on my roanoke nightmare. He played jake Miller, the 18 year old son of shelby and matt, who was mysteriously murdered by the butcher. When invited back to roanoke for a spinoff with the cast, he accepts but not before expressing his worry to his friends, who don't take him seriously until its too late.

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"Just beacuse I agreed to go back doesn't mean I'm not worried! Just beacuse nothing particularly bad happened while we were there doesn't mean bad things didn't happen when shelby and matt and Lee where there!" Y/n argued with his brother.

"Stop being such a wimp y/n! Jesus, you'll be fine. The whole roanoke cult ghosts thing is just bullshit. Stop worrying because you're scaring people." Steve replied.

"It's not like you're gonna die y/n/n! Worst off you're gonna get a broken finger from falling over." Max added.

"Whatever, I'm driving up there today, I'll be there tommorow night. See ya." He gave Steve a hug before walking over to the smaller kids who had become his family in the years he'd known them. He knelt down in front of them slightly. "Don't cry dusty, ill be back in a week."

The boy just hugged him tightly. He had a tendency to worry about everyone since the Russian base and starcourt mall. Y/n bid the rest of the kids a goodbye but not before eleven could whisper something in his ear and pads him something.

"Watch your back. He will return." She slyly slipped something cold into the back pocket of his jeans before hugging him and leaving him to go see Eddie. It confused y/n greatly but deep down, a part of him knew exactly what the young girl meant.

Eddie engulfed his slightly shorter boyfriend in a hug, burying his face into y/n's neck. "I'm gonna miss you so much." He whined. "Why do you have to leave again?"

Y/n looked into his eyes as he stood up straight again, putting his hands onto the shoulder pads of Eddie's leather jacket.

"I need the money from this gig but I also need to catch up with some old friends. I haven't seen Rory or Audrey since their wedding and I need to make sure shelby is doing okay, the divorce has been hard on her and I want her to be okay."

"Okay." He mumbled, kissing him for a moment, pulling away before speaking again. "I love you. Bye." He smiled.

"I love you too eds, bye."

And with that, he got into his car and waved everyone a goodbye before driving off down the road and back to roanoke.

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a day later and y/n had arrived at the house. He was first greeted by Sidney who hugged him and told him where the others where. He walked slowly into the house, only to be greeted with two excruciating hugs from Audrey and Rory.

"OH MY GOD! I HAVENT SEEN YOU IN BLOODY AGES!" She screamed at him, a huge smiled painted on her face.

"Good to see you Audrey, I've missed you so much! You too Rory!" He turned to face his ginger friend.

"Good to see you too man."

The three walked further into the house only to be greeted by monet who greeted the man with yet another hug. They engaged in conversation for a while, asking about how each other had been and so on until matt and Lee arrived. It was then when the real drama started. Shelby practically launched herself at the poor sod as his sister, Lee, screamed at the blonde to get off him.

Y/n instantly stood up and ran over, grabbing hold of shelbys arm gently and pulling her back slightly. She cried and screamed at him to let go of her but he knew that of she did, her and Lee would end up in a huge physical fight and he wanst allowed to let that happen.

"SHELBY! you gotta listen to me honey! This isn't going to work if you keep doing this. You need to calm down!" He said to her. She just stormed off, back upstairs. Crying and wailing, all sorts of profanities and curses that could be heard though out the house.

He walked back over to sit next to monet, leaning back into the sofa and laughing quietly to himself.

"Jesus fuck. I've been here for what, 20 minutes?" He breathed out, hoping that that would be worst of the next 3 days over. But boy was he wrong.

That night, Rory went missing, much to Audrey's dismay. But she insisted that he wasn't dead, or kidnapped, he had left to take up a role in a new Hollywood movie. That was all. But then Agnes attacked the house. She was outside, knife in hand, banging at the windows, shouting in a sad British accent with her roanoke season 1 costume on.

Everyone had been focused on her. But not y/n. He had been focused on the boy behind her. A teenager. Jake Miller. A ghost.

He had an axe in his head. A straight, bloody line through his skull. It was then that he knew what el had meant. He was back. During the filming of season 1, while playing jake, y/n had seen the boys ghost on set. It never did anything or said anything. But it was present every day for 6 months.

Then, when things begun to get worse, monet, Lee, y/n and Audrey decided to go through the tunnel in the basement to get help, leaving shelby, matt and Dominic alone in the house.

It was dark down there, it would of been darker if the cameras they were using didn't have flashlights. It was dark and dusty but they followed It. They had to get out. But then they were confronted by a ghost. The ghost of Edward mott. Audrey and y/n had mistaken it for Rory for a moment before it became deformed and let out a terrifying shriek. The four had ran for their lives, kicking up dust and screaming for help until they got put of the godforsaken place. It wasn't over yet however.

They had forgotten one thing.

The polks.

And, despite their attempts at fighting, they had been taken by them. Back to their old, run down farm filled with marujana and dirt and blood. When they got there, Lee had been separated from them and the cameras had been taken away to another room.

The two men were using the electronics to film the three remaining actors who were all chained to a wall and slumped on the dirty, rotting floor. Audrey was crying violently into his shoulder, screaming about Rory. On their way, they had found his torn uo corpse in a tree leaving the group in a state. Monet was pleading with the old woman who was leaning over her with a smug expression.

"Please. Please please let us go!" She wailed at the woman. "We won't tell anyone. I promise! We promise!"

Mama polk just sneered at her.

"Pathetic!" She shouted. "What?" She turned to y/n who stared at her coldly, no emotion present on his face. "YOU NOT GONNA BEG FOR YOUR LIFE?"

She threw a wooden spoon at him and it hit him square in the face, but his expression remained the same. The male polks just laughed at him, fliming it and jeering.

"I dont beg for my life you witch. I never have and I never fucking will." He said, Golding eye contact with her and spitting at her face.

She laughed and wiped the residue of her face grimly. "See, this is what I like. A man with a little self respect."

"So, you like me so much, you're gonna let Audrey and monet go, you will go retrieve Lee if she's even alive still and free her too. Keep me here, do whatever the fuck you want to me. I don't care. Just let them go." Again, no emotion struck the sentence.

"Fine."

Silence.

Shock.

Screaming as the two girls were untied by the polk boys and dragged out of the shack.

Black.

When he awoke, y/n found himself in a room, strapped to a chair. It was full of weed and cocaine. All sorts of stuff. He knew this was it, so, as mama polk walked over to him slowly, he asked one last request.

"Can I send use the cameras to send a message to my family? I know they're watching and I want to say goodbye before they ate forced to watch you murder me." He asked quietly.

She snatched the camera from jether and chucked it at him.

"You got 5 minutes." And they left.

Y/n struggled to hold it up as he was tied up and restrained but he managed. He looked deeply into the lense of the camera and begun to speak.

"Dear family and the other 6 million people who are watching this live right now. I am trapped in a shack somewhere with some crackheads right now and as you all know, I'm gonna die. I'm sorry that you are going to have to see this but you do. Before I die, I want to pass a message onto some people I hold very dearly to me." He paused and begun to cry quietly.

" dear Steve, you are the best brother I could ask for. I swear the amount of times you've saved me from stupid shit just for me to get murdered by an old lady is mental but it is what it is I guess. Do us a favour yeah? Don't let the kids see me get murdered. I'm nit gonna go nicely and I don't want you watching it either. I know your rebellious arse is going to anyways but please, be careful. I love you bro.

Audrey, monet, mat, shelby, if you're alive, don't let these motherfuckers get away with hurting you or us. For fucks sake, get over your differences, get revenge. For Rory, and flora amd everyone else who has fallen vuctim to this god forsaken shit holey. Even Sydney.

Kids, don't cry. Or do. I can't do anything about it but just know that I'll always be with you. Dusty, don't be depressed over me. I'm a shit influence on you so don't end up like me. Will, admit your feelings man, it's been like 6 years! Max, lucas, sort yourselves out. Get married and have kids, or don't, just be happy. Mike, you've got nancy, don't forget that. She's gonna be sad too. And el. You're like a sister to me and I don't want you to get depressed or scared or angry. Don't watch this tape more than anyone. It'll just get stuck in your head and I can't do that to you. I love you all.

And Eddie, I love you. I always will. I know you're scared and upset and angry but promise me you won't do something stupid. Don't do what I did. Don't watch this after I finish beacuse I don't want to hurt you further. I love you always.

I'm sorry it has to end this way." He stopped as a heavy book was thrown at him, cutting his eyebrow. But he continued quickly. "I love you all, don't forget that. Fulfill your goals. You can do literally anything. Goodbye from y/n/n, over and out." The camera was snatched away from his hands and he begun to cry. A mixture if sweat, blood and tears ran down his face and onto his torn shirt.

Mama polk hobble toward him, pulling a knife out of her pocket. It was rusted and old, probably infected with something. Before she used it, sh dipped it in a bucket labeled saltwater.

"Oh fuck." Y/n whispered to himself before he was taken over by a horrific pain in his shoulder.

He screamed out louder than ever as she tore away huge, red strips if flesh from the bone, leaving his tricep raw. The bone was sticking out and blood sprayed over the old hag.

But, instead of stopping, she continued. She skinned both if his arms until he couldn't scream anymore. She cut out his liver and stomach. She tore out his hair, pulling huge chunks of his scalp with it.

Y/n couldn't bare the pain, let alone the thought that his family was watching this right now.

And, as his head got heavier and heaver and his breaths slowed and rasped, he shouted one last word before the sweet release of death.

His eyes made contact with jethers camera and he managed to spit one last, blood soaked word.

"Eddie."

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Back in Hawkins, all hell broke loose. The kids were distraught and panicking on the kitchen along with Steve, Robin and Joyce who tried to calm them down. Meanwhile, Eddie, Nancy and hopper sat, paralysed, unable to move away from the TV screen as it played the sounds and sight of their friend and lovers death. Tears streamed down each one of their faces and Eddie screamed as y/n's corpse fell limp and was kicked by the female polk before being smashed to pieces by jether and another man he couldn't remember. He got up and kicked the TV, cracking it slightly, before running out into the woods.

The house was filled with silence. Everyone had heard it. Eddie's screams, y/n's screams. And then, the struggling voice of Audrey tindal as she came into the view of the camera, covered in cuts and blood and knelt down beside her best friends corpse.

She let out a shout and held his remains up to her body like a child, his guts and blood spilling onto her as she sobbed.

Hoppers phone rang and so did Steve's. It was the police. The next day, the whole group made the journey down to roanoke to speak with the police, fbi etc.

Audrey sat in a room alone, away from Lee who was being questioned on suspicion of murder, attempted murder and child endangerment. Steve walked over to talk to her quietly, they confirmed eachother and alot of hugging was exchanged before an officer came and asked to see Steve and eddie.

They were showed the body and they both broke down again, they had to be carried out of the room by hopper and Murray who had gone along incase something like this happened.

A week later, a funeral was held for y/n. Audrey attended, along with flora and her grandparents, Lee who had to be accompanied by an officer and other cast members or friends.

It had been arranged for speeches to be said, four in total.

Steve went first. He cried through it all but manged to keep going.

"My, my brother y/n, was an amazing person, brother, friend, boyfriend. He was smart, kind, brave, understanding, funny, there isn't enough words to be truthful. And he was taken too soon. His death was unfair but it was not in vain. He saved alot of people in his sacrifice although we all wish it didn't have to end this way. A-and, I hope wherever he is, he knows that we love him, and we will always remeber him."

He got down from the altar and went to check on eddie who was sat in the front row, crying his eyes out into Robins shoulder as she too cried.

Next was eleven.

"I-ive known y/n for a long time. I met him when I was 12. He was like my big brother. He was my big brother. And he helped me alot. He saved me and guided me and he was the best friend anyone could ask for ever. I love him alot and I want him to know that I love him. We all do and that he is in a better place now." She walked away to sit with Jim and Joyce, tears threatening to spill.

Then flora got up. Lee passed her a warning glance not to say anything but she ignored her.

"I knew y/n for a while. I met him during filming if the first season of the show. He was a great friend to me and he helped me through my dad's death, and I'm sad the he isn't here now. We all are. And, deep down, even though he knew the truth, he supported my mom, and me, and aunt shelby and uncle matt. He was an amazing person and I miss him. We love you y/n." She walked back to her grandparents, crying into their hugs as she sent a sympathetic smile to Audrey before she got up on the altar. There the last speech was read.

"I've known y/n for quite a long time. We met on a movie he did when he was 14. He was a bright boy, had a future ahead of him. He was an amazing actor and friend and boyfriend and he was honestly a wonderful person. I remember, there was one room in that whole house that had no cameras in, the bathroom. And, when running, I had placed our cameras on the bath. They couldn't hear us talk or see us. But he told me that I was going to be okay. And that he would do anything at all to make sure of that. And when he sacrificed himself for us, I've never wanted to die more. He didn't have too. He was capable of getting himself out of there and leaving but he didn't, he stayed and let his go. And when I found him I stayed with him. Until the cops got there. I felt the life leave my best friend. The man who held me, comforted me, helped me, made me laugh. He was perfect and that day came too soon for anyone to comprehend. I am truly sorry for him. And we live you y/n, thank you for being here."

And with that, security escorted the crying families out of the building to avoid the growing press that surrounded him.

It was a year later when a small boy knocked on the door of the cabin in the woods. He didn't speak, he just handed a note to Eddie and left.

He sat down to read it on the sofa quietly. He unfolded It and let his chocolate eyes scan the old paper.

Dear Eddie,

I am not alive, nor am I particularly safe. I am dead. I am a ghost. I am sorry that I bad to leave you but I did it for a reason and you have to understand that. I love you so much and I always will, come to these coordinated tommorow and you will find something there.

-y/n

And, when he got there, sure enough he found two figures.

It was y/n and monet, sat under a tree quietly. They turned to see him.

"She is coming. You must be quick. Take this and remember, I love you always." Y/n hugged hon tightly and kissed him before the pair if ghosts disappeared. Eddie was confused and angry. He was upset and in pain but the torches explained it soon enough and, as he sped down the road in a stolen van, he looked down at the locked y/n had given him 10 minutes before, he was finally at peace with himself.

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teddy06writes · 4 years ago

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A Night In Las Vegas

requested by this anon: “I had the BEST idea: CC!Quackity came up with the idea of his Las Nevadas character arc after going to Las Vegas and meeting Reader there. Maybe one night the reader decides to go and twitch and finds quackity doing a lore stream and the reader is like: no way, it’s the guy I met in Vegas.”

{I love this concept, sorry it took so long for me to get out}

Quackity x reader

trigger warnings: some swears

premise: after getting ditched by your friends on the last night of your long weekend in vegas you run into a very interesting guy who doesn’t hesitate to befriend you. But what happens months later when he still seems to be running circles in your mind?

{covid don’t exist here, no sir}

{for the sake of the story, readers favorite color is blue, if its not, either pretend it is, or get over it}

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10:34pm

“You can’t just- you can’t kick me out!” You yelled.

Your bestfriend laughed, “Just find somewhere to go for a few hours! Me and Hunter want alone time!”

“A few fucking hours!?! Seriously?!” But your duffle bag had already been thrown at your feet, and the hotel door room was swinging closed, muffled giggles coming from inside.

Groaning, you picked up your bag, where were you supposed to go now?

“Not that I was like- listening in or anything- but damn that sucks.”

You jumped turning to see a man with black hair sticking out of his beanie standing in front of the door diagonal from yours.

“Uh- yeah. Last night in Vegas and I get ditched for a random hook up,” You scoffed, “I should’ve known it would happen.”

“That’s not cool, uh- I’m Alex.” He stepped forward, offering his hand.

Somewhat reluctantly, you shook his hand, “(y/n).”

He nodded, “I was going to head out for a late night wander, find something to do-, preferably away from all the hookups that seem to be happing around us right now. If you want to come.”

You glanced around, “Seriously?”

“Oh- god that did sound kinda creepy didn’t it,” Alex scrubbed a hand over his face, “Sorry- I- you can just forget about this then-”

“No! I mean- You don’t seem like a rapist or anything. I’ll come with.”

He grinned, “Poggers, you can, leave that, in my room, if you want. Just seems like a pain to lug around everywhere.”

You bit your lip, “Leaving my belongings in a strangers room while I go with said stranger to find something interesting to do, sure- why not?”

10:57pm

Somehow, you found yourself wandering out of the hotel lobby, and onto the crowded streets along side Alex.

“So.... whats your favorite color?” He asked as you walked.

You laughed, “What?”

“We’re like, total strangers- it was a question, to get to know you.” He tucked his hands into his pockets.

“Oh, well-” before you could finish your sentence, there was a large amount of gasps and yells from the crowd in front of you.

“What’s going on?” Alex asked quietly.

You craned your neck to look over the crowd, gasping, “The water show! With the fountains outside of Caesar’s Palace!” You grabbed his hand, tugging him with you to push through the crowd, “This was the whole reason I agreed to this trip- but we never got to it!”

You shoved your way through the crowd until you got to the front, pressing against the barrier to watch the fountain display.

“Holy shit.” You heard him mutter from beside you.

You grinned, “It’s impressive right?”

“Imagine the coding it would take to get those things to stay on time.”

11:27pm

After the show had ended, you had kept wandering for a while, up the strip, asking various questions back and forth.

You had found out that he was a Minecraft youtuber and a law student, though you’d had to admit, you weren’t too knowledgeable on either that subject.

Now you were both staring up at the Dave and Busters sign, “This is a good idea right?”

He nodded, “Definitely. Come on, I’d bet I could beat you at skee ball!”

Laughing, you followed him into the building, and up the stairs toward the arcade entrance, “Your on!”

After buying the credit cards for access to the games, you grabbed his hand, dragging him over to the skee ball lanes.

“Lets go!” He shouted, a few minutes later, upon realizing your score was a total of 10 points behind his, “I’m popping off!”

You laughed, “Okay, what game’s next?”

Nearly an hour later, you had both run out of credits, and laughing, made you way up to the prize area.

“Do you think its possible to compile our tickets?” He asked.

“Why?”

You followed his pointing finger to the large stuffed dragons sitting on one shelf.

“We need him.” You said immediately.

After picking out a bright red dragon, you began to argue over the name as you made your way to the counter.

“What about Carl?” You suggested.

He shook his head, “I have a friend named Karl.”

“How ‘bout........ Phil?”

“I also know a Phil.”

“Hmmmm, what about Sebastian?”

“He doesn’t look like a Sebastian!”

You frowned, “Well do you have any ideas then?”

Alex thought for a moment, “Albert.”

You looked down at the dragon, “Albert it is.”

At the counter Alex convinced the reluctant worker to allow you to use both the cards credit totals, and then you went happily on your way out of the building, stopping to take a picture of Albert in front of the sign, which Alex posted to twitter with the comment of, “Look at our son!”

You’d staid mostly out of frame, but he managed to get about half of your side, since you were the one holding Albert.

“Do you think any pf the buffets are still open?” Alex asked.

“I hope so, I’m starving.” You giggled.

~~ 12:06am

The buffet was somewhat deserted, and you and Alex had grabbed seats in one of the corners after getting plates full of food.

Albert sat on the table between you as you talked.

“So it’s roleplay- but in Minecraft?” You asked, barley holding back a laugh.

He nodded, chuckling, “It sounds stupid, I know, but it’s like- huge. Especially since technically I’m getting back into the main lore now, with the whole project: vegas thing.”

“Project Vegas?” You asked.

He nodded again, “My character, he’s been through almost everything that's happened, and everything always ends to blow up in his face, literally sometimes. He’s built contries from the ground up- as stupid as that sounds- but they always fail, but this one won’t fail.

“I’m partnering with another guy on the server to set up a whole economy, he’s making a bank, and I’m making- well I’m making my own Vegas.”

You took a sip of your drink, “What’s it going to be called?”

“I haven’t figured it out yet,” He admitted, “I wanted to just call it Las Vegas but the names already taken.”

With a chuckle you shifted in your seat, “What about....- what about Las Nevada's?”

He laughed, “I like that.”

“Tell me more about this server then, I still don’t understand the story.”

With another chuckle he launched into the story, “Well, it all started when this guy called Wilbur Soot decided he wanted to start a nation....”

~~ 3:18am

“Blue.”

You were back at the hotel now, still with Quackity, sitting out on the balcony of his room. Some how, you had ended up having some slightly deep talk about life and death and a million other things before lapsing into silence, simply watching the blinking lights of the city.

“What?” He asked softly.

“You asked me my favorite color, ten minutes after we met. It’s blue- that's my favorite color.” You shivered against a cold breeze.

Alex shifted minutely closer, “Why?”

You shrugged, “It can be so many things. Deep and dark and mysterious but also light like the summer sky and filled with hope. There’s a million shades from happiness to anger, and to everyone it could mean something else.”

“I like that.” He said quietly.

7:04am

You yawned, rubbing sleep out of your eyes as the car drew closer to the airport.

Alex tapped on the steering wheel in time with the music, quietly humming along.

“Oh, I see my friend, they actually waited for me.” You said as the car pulled up to the curb.

“How considerate.” He chuckled, climbing out of the car.

You followed suit, retrieving your duffle bag from the back seat.

“Well, it was cool knowing you Alex.” You said.

“Likewise.”

Before you started to walk away you remembered, and quickly turned back to where he was standing, pulling Albert out of your bag, “Here, he’s yours. You spent more tickets on him than I did.”

He shook his head, “Keep him. I give you full custody of our son.”

“Oh- okay... bye then.”

You barley made it a few steps before he was quickly catching up to you, grabbing your arm and spinning you to press his lips on yours.

“Good luck with your shitty friends.” He breathed, before hurrying back to his car, leaving you flustered and running to catch up to your friend.

One and A Half Months later

It had been over a month since the Vegas trip, but you still hadn’t gotten Alex out of your head.

You had clicked, on some level, and the late night conversation you had shared seemed to keep you thinking about him.

Now, you scrolled aimlessly through twitter, checking the trending tags until you came across one called “LAS NEVADAS”

Now that piqued your interest, and clicking on it, you found posts of people live tweeting an event- no a live stream. And not just any live stream- a Minecraft stream.

Quickly you opened a new tab, pulling up twitch as fast as you could.

What was the name of his channel? Oh god why did you forget?

Returning to twitter you searched until you found a link, following it to a new twitch tab.

And there he was.

The boy who had been doing laps around your mind was actually there, talking to another character.

“Look Sam, you and me, we could control everything. I need the bank to help fund Las Nevada’s, we can be partners.”

You sat, watching the stream, enthralled.

Once it had ended, you still could hardly believe you found him, quickly following another link back to his twitter and opening a direct message.

Y/n: Um, this is awkward, idk if you remeber this, but we met in vegas, about a month ago, and I had no idea how to find you until the stream today

quackityHQ: uh, hi?

qusckityHQ: proof?

Quickly you sent him the picture you had taken of him with Albert,

y/n: uhhh, bam, proof?

y/n: our son is sitting on my head board right now

quackityHQ: holy shit

#mcyt x reader #quackity x reader #quackityhq x reader #teddy06 writes #teddy06

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inskz · 4 years ago

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lucky charm - lee minho

pairing - lee minho x reader

genre - college!au, best friends to lovers, very cliche fluff (lucky girl starring lindsey lohan kinda vibes???)

words - 4k

note - this is just a cute little drabble i wrote while im still waiting for my covid test results to come back so that i can leave my room and see the sun again 🤪 pls be careful everybody take care of your health 💚 enjoy!!!

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“You must be kidding me,” you sigh when you see Minho’s hand has turned into a fist, his rock crushing miserably your scissors. Once again, you lost at rock, paper, scissors. And once again, you’re the one that is going to wash your best friend’s dishes that have piled up in is tiny kitchen sink throughout the week.

“Fuck that. This is so unfair,” you grumble, throwing the dishtowel in Minho’s stupid yet perfectly chiseled face.

You make a beeline for his bed, which is actually only a few steps away from the kitchen. Being a broke college student definitely doesn’t allow him to rent a spacious studio, let alone a two-room apartment. You throw yourself headfirst onto his uncomfortable mattress, whose springs always poke your back at night.

“Life is so unfair,” your friend mocks you, dragging out every vowel of his sentence dramatically.

No doubt, you would be strangling him at that very moment if you weren’t so busy playing dead, hoping he would forget about your pitiful existence.

But there is no way mister Lee Minho would miss out on an opportunity to have his gross plates cleaned by someone else. Grabbing onto your ankle, he drags you out of bed until you plop down on the dirty carpeted floor (Minho has the unfortunate tendency to procrastinate vacuuming too). At this point, you are fake crying, throwing a literal tantrum, like a 6 years old child would.

“Life is unfair!” you yell, your feet kicking in the air in pure anger.

At least it is to you. You can’t remember the last time you’ve been lucky. The only instance you got remotely close to it was when you found a four-leaf clover last summer. Well, only if you disregard the fact you stepped into dog poop on your way to picking it. Oh and that you were wearing brand new white Converse.

On the other hand, it seems like the boy has the whole crew of the Olympus gods on his side. Not one day goes by without his guardian angel manifesting its presence.

Minho has always been the lucky type. The type to get an extra nugget in his box of 10. To find 20 dollars bills on the ground. To win every single Instagram giveaway he participates to (and lord knows how much he likes participating to them).

But how can you be mad at him when he always happily shares his food with you, invites you to the restaurant without you even asking, and gives you his prizes, pretending he doesn’t need them? You don’t believe him when he says he see no use in a panda onesie or a waterproof bluetooth speaker. Deep down, you know it’s his way to silently love you.

But well, you can still blame him for occasionally taking advantage of your misfortune to make you do his dreaded house chores, just like right now.

Everyone thinks you are a bizarre duo. Even you can’t fathom how in hell you two became best friends, considering how awfully your first encounter went three years ago.

On orientation day, he asked you for the time, probably because his phone was dead (or maybe because he was dying to talk to you?)

Without hesitation, you lifted and rotated your wrist so that you could see your watch. Little did you remember; you never actually owned a watch and you were holding a fancy 7 dollars iced coffee, which, of course, did not have a lid on because plastic is bad for the environment (duh).

Minho couldn’t help but burst out in hysterical laughter when the whole drink spilled on your jeans. For your defense, you didn’t sleep at all the night before since you were terrified of being alone in your new dorm room the first few days (weird stuff happens all the time in dorms, okay?). If he had asked you for your name, you probably wouldn’t even have been able to tell him.

But Minho thought you were the funniest person on campus, and he really needed a clown like you to entertain him throughout his endless college semesters. That’s what he told you anyways. Not that he thought you were the cutest human being he had ever seen.

Why would he when you are the literal definition of a mess: always having toothpaste stains on your sweater, bags under your eyes, messy hair, tripping and falling, missing buses, breaking things, losing stuff.

Most of the time, you just forget your keys and Minho lets you crash at his place since he hasn’t got any roommate and he isn’t used to sleeping alone, especially without his cats. It surely isn’t because he loves waking up next to a very groggy but adorable you every single morning, no.

Minho manages to bring you back to the countertop despite your reluctance. Positioned behind you, his arms trapping your body to make sure you can’t run away from your duties, he dips your hands into the soapy water, and you can’t help but squirm at the touch of an unknown substance sticking to a plate that has probably been soaking here for a week. You despise doing the dishes and your friend knows it.

You hear him giggle in your ear while he is playing with your arms like you are some type of marionette, making you to take the sponge and squeeze dish soap onto it.

You’ve never been the kind to like proximity nor seemed to be Minho, but for some reason, you always end up glued to each other. You hate public displays of attention and pet names a little less when it comes from him. Or maybe you don’t hate it at all and actually crave it every single minute that goes by.

Before he has the time to come up with the Machiavellian idea to soak your pajamas in dirty water (because you know he would inevitably have at some point), you yank his hands off of you and start scrubbing angrily the dirty cups.

Minho stays behind you anyways, observing your every move, his chin propped up on your shoulder like a curious little bird. To be honest, his presence is kind of getting overwhelming. But whatever, it’s not like his slightest touch makes your heart warm up in comfort or that he smells like fresh linen drying out on the porch of a cottage house on a sunny Sunday morning or anything.

“You missed a spot. Here” he murmurs teasingly, his lips almost touching your earlobe, while he points at the handle of his hideous ‘world’s greatest dad’ mug Jisung gifted him last christmas.

You know he has noticed the way you shivered violently at the feeling of his breath tickling your skin because he starts snickering loudly.

“I swear to god if you don’t shut up and go seat on the couch, I’ll slap you so hard with this spatula you’ll regret you were even born,” you say, turning around suddenly to menace him with the plastic utensil.

Of course, he isn’t afraid one bit. Right now, you really wish you could make the smug, but oh so attractive, look on his face disappear.

“Alright, ma’am” he laughs, holding up his hands in surrender. “I’ll let you do your thing”. He lets himself fall onto his dingy couch.

You can hear him humming one of his favorite songs above the sound of the water running. It would probably be getting on your nerves if his voice wasn’t so pretty.

“Chan’s sick, so we’re not going to the gym tomorrow night. Do you wanna eat tacos? El Huero has even better deals than usual” he asks you, scrolling mindlessly through his phone.

“Aren’t the deals supposed to be on Tuesdays?” You frown and scrub a little harder the frying pan Minho has burnt the night before while trying to make chocolate chips pancakes for diner, because why eat savory food when you can have dessert for every meal, right? It is one of the few advantages of living without your parents you both truly enjoy.

“Yeah, that’s what I said. Tomorrow,” he yawns, probably exhausted after what you put him through last night. You forced him to catch up on the entire season of Love Island because you desperately needed someone to bitch with, and what better partner than Lee Minho.

You take a quick glance at him and see him stretching himself across the cushions like a cat. You always thought there was something feline about his features. While you’re drying the mugs with the dishtowel, your mind wanders uncontrollably, thinking about his piercing eyes, his delicate nose, the corners of his lips that curl up a little…

All of the sudden, your hands freeze. Minho is too immersed in TikToks to notice the stupor on your face. “Wait. Today is… Monday?” you stutter.

Alarmed by the sound of your voice, his eyes finally leave his phone’s screen to look up at you. “Yeah” he repeats slowly as if you are the dumbest person he has ever encountered.

And you truly are. You are pretty sure your heart has stopped beating. Minho’s “world’s greatest dad” mug you’re holding slips between your fingers and comes crashing on the floor with a deafening sound. The pieces are now scattered all around you, making you unable to make out what’s written on it anymore. Not a big loss, if you ask.

“Y/N, you know that’s my favorite mug!” he exclaims, leaping up from the couch. “I’m sure you did it on purpose,” he mutters while he’s trying to collect the small fragments, in vain.

But you’re too shocked at this very moment to pay attention to the glare your friend is giving you. To be honest, Minho has only two moods: glaring at you or teasing you.

“My interview,” you finally manage to say, and Minho’s eyes go wide as he realizes the critical situation you’re in.

You check the time on the microwave: 10:45. In 30 minutes, you’re supposed to be on the other side of town, being interrogated by boring businessmen that are going to decide whether or not you’ll be accepted for a paid internship in one of the most reputable music label of the country. Basically, decide whether you’ll live a happy and fulfilling life, working in the sector you’ve always dreamed of or end up miserable with a boring office job and a massive college debt.

“Holy shit,” Minho whispers. You can see a wave of panic washing across his face for a split second, but, as always, he manages to find his composure back immediately.

He has never been the kind to lose his cool, except to scold you when you forget the names of his cats and their respective coats’ color (which you unfortunately often did forget).

“What are you doing? Get dressed!” He tells you when he sees you’re still standing there dumbfounded in the kitchen, like the famous Robert Pattinson meme, wearing an oversize Kermit the frog shirt with a dozen holes in it and his favorite Adidas sweatpants you always stole from him.

“No, it’s too late. I can’t make it,” you mutter, your breath short. You’re paralyzed, as if there is a 20lbs rock sitting at the bottom of your stomach, pinning you to the ground.

This isn’t bad luck, you think. This is karma. This is what you get for skipping classes to watch telereality shows in your bed with your best friend and not even realizing it isn’t the weekend anymore.

“Miss me with that bullshit.” He runs to his closet and rummages through his drawers, throwing every piece of clothing that’s on his way to find an appropriate outfit that would fit you.

“You’re gonna go do this interview even if I have to drag you all the way there.” He pushes you into his bathroom since you still haven’t moved an inch.

You manage to brush your teeth and your hair, fighting through the nauseous feeling that is building up in your tummy.

When you come back to the living room, Minho has found dress pants and a sweater that might not look utterly ridiculous on you. He lets you change in a corner, while he runs around the room collecting all your essentials.

“You’re coming?” you ask him when you see he is already wearing his puffer jacket.

“You really think I’m gonna let you go all by yourself when you’re literally not even able to put your shoes on properly”. You are, indeed, struggling with your laces, as if your fingers are suddenly made out of butter.

Minho ties them up for you and you literally feel like he’s your babysitter. You know you’re gonna hear about this for months – what are you saying- years! But all you can think about at the moment though, is the fact that sneakers are definitely not appropriate for an interview.

He throws your warmest coat at you, grab his keys, and by some type of miracle, you’re both out to the door in less than 10 minutes.

You try to call the elevator, but Minho grabs your arm and leads you to the staircase. His hand never leaving yours, he runs down the stairs and you have no choice but to follow him as fast as you can.

You can’t count how many times you missed a step and fell at this particularly slippery spot, between the 5th and the 4th floor, but weirdly enough, it doesn’t happen today.

When you finally reach the ground floor, you exit the complex and Minho hops on his old and rusty bike that he had attached to nearest tree the night before.

“There’s no way I’m riding behind you on this death machine,” you laugh nervously. The memory of that one time Minho convinced you to seat into his bicycle basket (as if you could even realistically fit in it) and you both fell seconds after he started to pedal is coming back to your mind.

Sure, it was after a long night of drinking, you were both tipsy and it was the only way to get you home since you had spent all your uber money at the bar, but still! You’re pretty sure the bruise on your butt hasn’t disappeared to this day.

“Hurry up,” Minho groans, ignoring your complaint. You unwillingly seat on his flimsy pannier rack and wrap your arms around his torso.

You haven’t even left, yet you’re already holding onto his puffer jacket for dear life. A giggle escapes your friend’s mouth (which you think is very inappropriate in such a desperate situation) before he lifts his feet off the ground and starts pedaling.

You try to ignore the loud squeaking of the bicycle drive by shutting your eyes tighter and rehearsing your introduction you have prepared over and over in your head. No matter how hard you are trying, you can’t remember what you are supposed to say just after your age (which, as you can imagine, isn’t really far into your monologue).

By the way the wind is lashing your face, you can tell Minho has picked up the speed. His breathing is getting louder, his heartbeat faster and you can’t help but think you’re probably way too heavy for him to bike you around like that. Maybe he shouldn’t skip his gym sessions with Chan so often. Or maybe you shouldn’t have eaten the leftover pancakes for breakfast after all.

You find the courage to open your eyelids and are pleased to see you’re already halfway there, probably because every single one of the traffic lights you encounter is green, and your friend is going surprisingly fast. Is luck finally starting to smile upon you?

Your mad race comes to a halt when you reach the address of your interview. You hop off the bike and so does Minho who, by the way, is a panting mess. He’s barely able to catch his breath, strands of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, but he’s beaming at you when he realizes you’re just on time.

“Go” he gasps, pushing you in the direction of the building’s hall.

You walk up to the glass door but as your hands are about to push it, you pull a 180. Your friend sighs loudly, already knowing what’s coming next.

“Wait. No. I can’t do this. I’m not prepared” you tell him frantically. “I’m freaking out. I think I’m gonna pass out.” You are now walking in circles, mumbling incoherently.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Your heart is racing in your chest and your hands are getting clammy at the simple thought of failure. But guess what? You can’t fail if you don’t even try! One more good reason to just go back to bed and forget about your sad life for a good 8 hours, right?

“Y/N, you’re the most talented person I know, you’re gonna do just fine” Minho catches you in his arm to stop your endless pacing. You would probably think this gesture is endearing if it wasn’t just meant to make sure you couldn’t run for your life.

“No, I’m not. What if I throw up in front of everybody like that one time during the Romeo and Juliet musical?” You look up at him and his face is only inches away from yours. You’re sure you would be swooning at how beautiful he looks if you weren’t so terrified at this very moment.

“You were nine,” your best friend says, and you swear you have never heard him speak to you in such a sweet tone before. His voice is like honey and lavander but it doesn’t soothe you like it should.

You manage to break free from his embrace to crouch down, in an attempt to slow down your breathing. If only you had data left, you could be watching those short relaxing videos on your phone. They always work. But no, you had to spent it all on online games, just one week into the month. You really are beyond help.

“Y/N I know you’re scared, but if you miss out on this opportunity, you’re gonna regret it for the rest of your life.” Minho is lowering himself so that you can hear him, even though you’re curled up in a ball.

“And I’m warning you, I won’t want to hear you complain about it,” he adds, this whole situation obviously starting to get on his nerves.

If you were him, you would have probably left a long time ago. But this isn’t your best friend’s way of behaving. You know he would never abandon you no matter how annoying you could be (and you could be very annoying sometimes). After all, he is always the one holding your hair while you puke in the toilets when you had a couple too many drinks.

It takes all your willpower to stand up but there is no other way, you have to do it. You can hear the time ticking dangerously in your mind, as if your brain had turned into a clock.

“You’re right. Slap me,” you say, looking at him straight in the eyes, dead serious.

“Wha -“

“Slap some sense into me. They do that in movies when people are panicking. It’s like throwing a bucket of cold water in someone’s face. But clearly we don’t have a bucket and we don’t have cold wa- “ you start blabbering.

“What the fuck are you talking about? I’m not gonna slap you!” Your friend isn’t usually that horrified at the thought of beating your ass. In fact, he has felt the desire to rip your head off more than once, especially when you’d steal all the duvet at night, but at this moment he is just scared you might have actually lost your mind.

“Just fucking do it Minho!” you scream, your hands clenching the front of his grey hoodie he always looks so divine in.

Minho has never obeyed you, and this is not the day he is going to start.

He puts both of his hands on the sides of your face and crashes his lips onto yours.

You would be lying if you said you have never imagined the day your best friend would kiss you. It happens pretty much every single time you look at his cute pout a little too long. But one thing is certain, it isn’t like you pictured it to be at all.

You were convinced your heart would go so wild it would burst out of your chest and your head would spin so furiously you’d lose your balance. You thought your stomach would fill with butterflies to the brim and your whole body would be on fire.

But none of that is happening. On the contrary, every single muscle in your body relaxes under his touch. The way his soft mouth presses gently against yours makes you calmer, almost at peace amongst all this turmoil.

Minho is kissing all your tension and stress away and you catch yourself letting a sigh of relief escape your parted lips.

As if you have kissed him already hundreds of times in your past life, Minho feels like home. He’s a safe haven you can always take refuge in during troubled times. Ever since the day you met, he has never left your side.

When he breaks away from the kiss, you notice your breath isn’t so ragged and your mind isn’t so foggy anymore. You’re serene. His cold hands are still cupping your face, slightly squishing your cheeks, and you feel like an idiot sandwich for asking him to slap you seconds before.

“That can work too, I guess…” you mutter.

“You’re okay?” he asks, staring at you with the softest eyes you’ve ever seen.

You just nod, unable to say one more word, and sprint to the entrance, not wanting to make your interviewers wait any longer than they already have.

“Good luck!” You hear him yell just before the door closes behind you and you can’t help but grin from ear to ear.

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Thirty minutes later, you finally step out of the fancy lobby to find a very bored Minho leaning against a tree, patiently waiting for you.

“You’re still here?”

“Of course, I am,” he says, his mouth full of croissant. He gives you a large iced coffee he probably went buying to kill time. Your lips unconsciously curl up into a smile when you notice it comes from the same chain that the one you spilled on your lap on the day you first met him.

“How did it go?” he asks you, sticking his buttery pastry into your mouth so that you can take a bite.

“Way better than I thought” you answer, right after you swallowed. You hate the way flakes would always get stuck between your teeth. But Minho is always there to warn you about it before anyone else notices, and even pick them for you if you can’t manage to, which, when you think about it, is kind of gross.

There are two things the boy knows about you: you’re the greatest pessimist on earth and you’d rather die than admit you were wrong (especially if it meant he was right). So for you to even say it wasn’t that bad, means it went phenomenal.

“I don’t want to say ‘I told you so’ but I told you so.” He smiles so wide you can barely see his eyes anymore. You have to look away, otherwise you know you might become instantly blinded by love.

“Maybe I could use some more of your luck” you mumble, staring at your shoes and kicking the red leaves that were surrounding your feet on this sunny autumn morning.

“Really? And what makes you think I’ll share it with you,” he teases you, leaning forward to incite you to look at him in the eyes.

“That.”

Your hand finds the back of his neck and pulls him in, in order to close the space that is still left between your mouths.

At first, Minho stiffens, taken aback by your bold move. But soon enough, he caves into your touch. He kisses you back fervently, like he means it.

His fingers entagle in your hair, his arm wraps around your waist and his chest presses against your body. You’re melting in his embrace, submerged by a wave of bliss which he alone seems to know the recipe.

It feels new, yet so familiar. Like it was supposed to happen, like it was written in the stars.

He tastes like croissant and Americano. Like fortune and fate.

And you can’t help but think you’re the luckiest person on earth.

Who cares about winning the lottery when Lee Minho is your lucky charm?

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sleephyjhs · 4 years ago

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Him As Your Boyfriend (Jimin Headcanon)

genre: fluff , boyfriend au

pairing: boyfriend!jimin x reader

note: jimin is the last of the members! there’s now a version of this headcanon for all 7 of our boys, go check em out if you enjoy this one! 🥺

m.list | requested

EVERYDAY LIFE

i included orange min for your own mental health :))

enjoy

okay anyway

i’ve said this literally every time

but who WOULDNT wanna date jimin??

seriously find me one single person

i once saw someone on twitter say

jimin is the result of raising a child with overwhelming love (in the good way)

and i’ve never forgotten it

because it might just be the truest thing i’ve ever read

this man is just a living care bear

which makes him a million times more attractive

skinship is a constant with jimin

he’d never ever allow you to forget how much he adores and treasures you

i think he’s the clingy type, but you’d never mind

if you were catching up with a drama on netflix

jimin wouldn’t hesitate to come and lay across your lap

and try and follow along with the plot

when he gets overtired

and maybe a bit whiny or grumpy

jimin would drag the fluffiest of blankets in the house over to your seat

and do his best to cover you both up

before snuggling into your neck or chest

whatever would keep him the warmest

in the winter, he’d prepare hot chocolate for you

exactly the way you liked it

putting more effort into yours than his own

imagine dancing around the house with jimin

trying to get some housework done

but he can’t resist twirling you down the corridor as though it were a ballroom

supporting you and he leaning you back into an arch

admiring the gleaming yet nervous smile on your face

you knew damn well he’d never drop you

but the thought never quite left your mind mind

i think jimin’s one of the best members for clothes shopping

a very elegant yet somehow casual style

it really suits him

anyway

i doubt he’d have any problem waiting for you to try on your picks

but when something didn’t work for you

instead of carrying it to the rejected rack for you

jimin would go back into the shop floor

and rescan all the shelves and racks to see if there was an alternative

more times than not he’d find something even better than the last

HIS GESTURES

y’all remember his vlog in paris?

i rewatch it all the time

and over their break in october (?) 2019

jimin seemed to do a lot of sightseeing

so here’s what i’m thinking

travelling with jimin

and just seeing the world

i can’t remember if i’ve done this idea before in one of these

but jimin is the member who i associate the most with sightseeing

especially going to romantic areas

florence and venice in italy

the alps in france

sintra in portugal

santorini in greece

prague in czech republic

like i said

jimin is the human embodiment of love

and so he’d never feel as though you were dragging him around the city

just imagine the instagram feed pls :((

with the photos from your trip

jimin would compile a scrapbook

with ticket stubs and receipts

pressed flowers too

not just that though

in every city he took you to

jimin bought you a piece of jewellery to mark the destination

bracelets with your gemstone embedded between precious stones

earrings curled into abstract figurines

but lastly

in the last city on your journey

jimin found a moment alone to pick out the perfect ring

sliver metalwork

a symmetrical array of the finest diamonds

sprinkled between colourful gems

and on the last summer sunset of your voyage

he proposed to you in the empty city plaza

just you and him alone

in a city that crafted so many lovers before you

i can’t even bring myself to finish anymore of this

it literally hurts to think about this

HIS ATTITUDES

i feel like a broken record at this point

but ill say it again to make it hurt even more

this man is 1% human

99% love

and so i have to mention how he’d treat you before anything

we’ve seen how much he loves his members

and it might seem impossible to think about how much more he could do to treat a romantic partner

but i feel like it’s possible

no partner of jimin’s would ever second guess his dedication to them

always making sure that you’re okay

in situations you’re less comfortable in

the sly hand around your waist at parties or gatherings

(post-covid of course, wear ur masks)

the hand on your thigh while he’s driving

i’m just gonna say it

he’s absolutely trying the lady and the tramp spaghetti move

there’s no way he isn’t

despite how much of a gentleman we just know jimin is

god help anybody who decided to get in his wrong side

i swear i remember the member’s voting him the scariest when angry

and yknow

i believe it

jimin would do anything to protect you

i can’t imagine there’s much holding him back

no one hurts his partner

body

although you most likely wouldn’t like it when he yells

getting jimin to that level of anger would surely warrant it

he was protective of you

and in a way

that was more than comfort itself

jimin would always have your back

and when possible

you’d have his as well

#bts #bangtan #jimin #request #bts mtl #park jimin #jimin fluff #jimin au #jimin headcanon #jimin imagine #jimin x y/n #jimin x you #jimin x oc #jimin x reader #bts drabble #bts imagines #bts reactions #bts headcanon #bts one shot

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oh-for-fic-sake · 4 years ago

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The Stand In Chapter One

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Being an assistant on the witcher set is a dream come true for you, helping bring to life the books and games you were brought up with. But when the project is threatened to be cancelled completely your called in to save the day! But can you really fill in for an actress?

Warnings: swearing

A/N: hello! So this was wrote on a whim sort of. I don't know if Keira is in the books honestly and I have no idea if she will be in season two but I wanted to write somthing different. Got a few ideas of where I can go with this but like I said just wanted to write something a little different. Hone you enjoy xxx

Taglist: @two-unbeatable-beaters @thatgirly81 @angelofthorr @iloveyouyen

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You moved through the hustle and bustle of the set your trusty clipboard what was you doing? Well the people needed feeding so you were taking orders, some people onset would eat at the food tent some would want to order in today it was your turn to take the orders and deliver them to the chefs. You grunted looking at your watch you needed to move quicker they'd be filming soon and expect the food to be ready by the time they finished...sounded easy but the guys were cooking meals for nearly one hundred people and that took time... especially out here... You jogged up to the tent with an apologetic smile"Sorry guys had to round em up you know how it is!" You got a few chuckles. Yes they did know how it was having to take turns doing it themselves. You were just a regular onset dogs body, you help in any way shape or form and that’s that.

You smiled at them hanging the clip board on the hook for them to see clearly then They began barking orders to one another down the line getting to work. You left them to it weaving in and out of everyone to get back to set incase someone needed anything again. Once you reached half way across the site your name was called turning you saw Mathew one of the other assistants.

"Hey y/n your needed in the directors tent chop chop!"

"What? why?" He shrugged then through his hands out wide walking backwards away from you he seemed in a hurry.

"Don't know was just told that you had to be there asap" You sighed and quickly turned on your heal towards the tent...If this was another coffee run you were gonna scream! It took forty five minutes to drive down this god forsaken mountain and you didn't really want to be bitched at by camera crew about delivering a cold fucking coffee again.

Henry and Joey panicked looking to each other Cancelled? They could be cancelled after all the fans and money the show had pulled in? They stood in the tent with Tomasz,Lauren and Talitha or 'Tee' as she prefers.

"So she just decided not to do it? A week before she was meant to be here? She had all the time over lock down to tell you and she left it till now?" Tomasz nodded stiffly to Henry who spoke, Henry and Joey were angry. Hell they all was, but them more so because they were actors and this was something you just didn't do. No integrity or respect. Lauren piped up.

"To be fair its a huge blockbuster role she was offered its no surprize she dumped us in favor of it... But now everything is up in the air she was a big role in this season and we can't start casting for it now, the two other back ups can't come and fill in either, one is recovering from covid and the other has a contract for another role." Joey placed his hands on his hips

"Well what about her contract? She sighed one didn't she? Surely she should honor that?" Lauren and Tomasz shared a look.

"Yes but two things one imagine forcing her to play a role she no longer wants...Could be very awkward and two the contract had dates...We couldn't stick to the them so she managed to wriggle out of it." They each huffed Henry spoke up

"Can't we put it on hold for a few weeks rush through the casti-" he trailed off at Tomasz' severe look and shake of his head.

"No we aren't being given an extension we have to find someone...Preferably here on set so we don't have to navigate the covid travel restrictions, we can't afford two weeks quarantine for whoever it is we bring in" Tee looked up to her bosses.

"So?...You need someone on set to take the role? I suppose they can't be a major part of the crew?" Lauren nodded to her and smiled

"You up for it?" Tee shook her head

"Fuck no but there is someone that could do it...Y/n shes a general assistant, the one you like! the one that picked up the wardrobe the other day when the truck couldn't get up the hill" Lauren's face lit up as she put a face to the name

"Oh! lilac bob? Green eyes?" Tee smiled nodding

"Yeah! Her she isn't to busy really just runs errands, shes an extra pair of hands" Tomasz tilted his head it sounded viable, it would be a god send he crossed his arms.

"But she would have what a week? To read up on the character, learn lines and go through costume...It would be a hectic rush would she agree to it?" Tee smiled knowingly

"Yes..She hasn't done acting before...well not properly she had a part in bugsy malone play at primary school but that was about it...But I have no doubt that she would do it she loves the witcher. As for reading up on the character you don't have to worry I dread to think how many times shes re-read those books and played the games...She even based her gcse textiles project on the witcher making a screen print tapestry! Trust me she will know Keira metz' personality so half of the job is already done!" Tomasz nodded secretly getting excited over the prospect of having another fan in the mix, yet he covered it well not wanting to get anyone’s hopes to high."Okay call her in get her to read some lines...Lets not tell her what its for first see if theres some chemistry between the three of you first then go from there" they all nodded it was the best way to go about it.

When you got to the tent you instantly knew something was up. First person you noticed was your best friends Tee it was her who'd got you the job here. She had been working on the first season and was one of the directing assistants she was always around the producers and directors making sure everything was running smoothly and when they top dogs changed things it was her who made those changes get through the grape vine to everyone who needed to know. Then you noticed Henry and Joey were here ,how you didn't see them first is a mystery as they were both fully kitted out in the characters costumes.

Holy shit! He was so fucking hot! So so fucking yummy you wanted to jump him and run away and hide at the same time 'Okay breath don't fucking squeal bitch be cool that's it calm down don't make it obvious you want to hump his leg!...If he offers though ride tat thigh like a fucking pony!...No! Stop your going red! Calm it! There we go...Nice and calm well done give yourself a pat on the back' and breath.

You took a calming breath after your little pep talk the fan-girl locked up tight inside you relaxed slightly. Could you help it? No Henry is like your celebrity crush and has been since your little virgin eyes saw him fucking on Tudors. You'd seen him around set obviously you can't really ignore the huge man in the silver wig. You’d wanted to get his autograph and a photo but couldn't trust yourself not to do something stupid so you kept your distance. But damn he was much finer up close in person. You gulped just praying to god you did not squeak at him you'd never ever live it down.

Everyone looked on edge even the director Tomasz and producer Lauren? none of them noticed your arrival speaking in hushed tones to one another like they didn't want anyone to overhear what was happening. You cleared your throat placing a hand on one of the metal supports by the entrance of the tent unsure if you should enter with them all looking so serious you didn't want to hear anything you shouldn't.

"Err knock knock? you wanted to see me? If its a bad time I can come back..." they jumped a little obviously caught up in their conversation. You shrunk under everyone's gaze as the sets of heavy eyes rested on you.

Henry's eyes widened a little at you he swallowed dryly peering at you from his spot in the tent. You were beautiful he suddenly found himself hoping you would be the one to take the role. Not only could he then have a reason to be around you without you running off. But there were sex scene between the two characters and as ashamed as he felt he had already spent a considerable amount of time envisioning just that, alone at night in his trailer with nothing but his fist to ease his needs. He couldn't help it he had never spoke to you but he wanted you. So selfish or not he would thoroughly enjoy enacting those particular scenes, the image of you below him was just to much.

Joey prodded him slightly making him snap his gaze away and turn to the 'bard' He raised his brows at him nodding to the lilac haired woman as if to say 'look who it is?' Henry flushed a little and blinked yes Joey knew.

It started when Henry had seen you around set, capturing glimpses of you he had wanted to go and talk to you. Each time he saw you around he would excuse himself from whatever he was doing and turn to make his way over to you. But every time he turned and took a step in your direction you flushed and bolted.

He did like you. He liked very much. He found out you were an assistant someone to run errands and Tee had got you the job he was meant to ask her about you but you both seemed close. What if Tee told you? What would you think if you found out he had been asking about you?. So no instead he bit his tongue and kept trying to catch you out and have a chat. He couldn't put his finger on it you just appealed to him, you looked sweet and sexy all in one.

He wanted so desperately to talk to you but you seemed scared of him for some reason so he in the end he settled for admiring you from afar. He'd never got more than six feet near you and that six feet was close enough to make him swoon. You had been diligently taking coffee orders around the set and was taking a list from the directors tent and he was waiting to speak to Tomasz and Lauren queuing behind you in a sense one person separated you.

You were so caught up in trying to take names and coffee orders you hadn't noticed him hovering behind you. He had leaned to the side taking full advantage enjoying eyeing your behind admiring the taught cheeks hugged by your zebra print workout leggings, you must have been in a thong because they snuck up your ass a little making him groan. He'd give anything to be up there himself! He sighed smoothing his hands over his face trying to push away the teasing thoughts, it was not the time to imagine drilling your perfect little ass, fucking you roughly on all fours until your little body sucked the cum out of his balls and he left you with a fully stretched freshly fuck little pucker.

No it was not the time, not when he had another few scenes to shoot. But they were just there! Teasing him a few quick shuffles of his feet and he could be right behind you, he could accidentally graze your pert full bottom. But no he held himself back he groaned when the wind changed and caught a scent of your hair mango and passion fruit.

He had been on a high all day after that. That’s when Joey was certain Henry was getting a little crush on the lilac haired beauty that had gained the nick name Tink's. To Joey you looked like a real life colorful little fairy and he had named you after Tinkerbell. Henry bit his lip trying to contain his excitement, as you cleared your throat nervously today was going from really really bad to absolutely fucking incredible.

You eyed Henry carefully he was..staring well until Joey prodded him then he snapped out of whatever it was flushing. You didn't have much time to consider it as Lauren moved waving you over smiling like nothing was wrong. Okay? Weird.

"No no! Come in your just the woman we needed to see." You walked in slowly still uneasy but managed to cross the threshold. There was a pause and they looked like they were appraising you? What the fuck? Tomasz cleared his throat and nodded giving Lauren the go ahead for something apparently.

"Y/n I was hopeing you could go over some lines with these two, they haven't got anyone to practice with and we really need to start getting rehearsals in. Flights are running few and far between so the actress who was supposed to be here last week, can't get here until we are actually filming the scenes!" You blinked huh? Read lines? You began going shy and shaking your head

"I don't-" but before you could get anymore words out Tomasz spoke up.

"And with covid setting us back we can't afford delays we could be cancelled" you froze at that...Cancelled? You looked to Henry and Joey who both gave hopeful puppy eyes you sighed a shaky breath.

"O-okay I suppose I could...Help out... It is what I'm here for.." You missed the looks all four shared as Joey handed you a sheet from the script. You skimmed it as quick as you could and your face instantly lit up with a bright smile.

"Holy shit keira? I didn't realize you were doing that-" quickly realizing you may have been fangirling you shut up. Tomasz head lifted smiling

"You know the character?" You chuckled nervously well aware of The witcher still eyeing you from the side. Joey smirked at him and gave a chuckle making Henry freeze and look away flustered. You hesitated whilst talking to Tomasz.

"Hehe well Yeah sort of....I know the book's and the games sooo yeah..Sorry...Got excited there..Can't help it" he grinned shaking his head.

"No no its perfectly fine...I do always love seeing people et excited over our work! But you know her so can help the guys immensely. If you could try and portray the character that would help a lot as well, so we can see how these lines and dynamics will work" you blinked looking at the page going blank. Try to in act the scene to? Okay keira what do you remember shes...Playful catty and a little manipulative.Petty but confident yet can switch to cold bitch on a dime. Your not sure our up to the task.

"So? You want me to try and act properly? but...But bare in mind I'm not an actress...Never done any acting or anything so if I'm shit I apologize."

"Its fine, just try your best...We don't want a carbon copy of the games we want a believable character, just create your own Keira for the time being as I said we just want that feeling for the scene and the relationship that's all. If you could read from half way down..'Seriously I mean this is it?' Okay? don't mind the blank we just haven't settled on the last few bits of dialog just keep going...Go with the flow as it were" you nodded taking a breath really out of your comfort zone but it literally said 'help when needed' in your job description so you didn't have much choice. You took a peek at the lines it the scene was based around the camp at night.

Henry and Joey sat on stools you followed their lead really nervous trying not to steal glances or stare at the witcher before you even if he didn't seem to care himself, his gold eyes not leaving you for a second, he wasn't even blinking.

You pulled at the page slightly forcing back the anxiety but sucked it up when were you ever going to get the chance to do this again. To read lines with your crush on set in full delicious Witcher get up.You decided to throw caution to the wind and give it your all if you looked a tit well atleast you had fun and you'd never have to again!

You gulped you were supposed to start. You took a breath and pulled some confidence out of your ass, she was a fierce woman that was almost childlike. You used a sarcastic un-amused flat tone.

"Seriously....I mean this is it? this is the great adventuring? Wandering the continent aimlessly for contract's that may or may not be actual monsters..." you tilted your head to the side blinking slowly as you looked between Henry and Joey. Both seemed to be caught unaware as you transformed from a frightened quivering ball of nerves to a catty confidant sorceress.

Henry smiled cheekily at you knowing that with that transformation you'd already bagged the role, you were his keira.

"Well you are welcome to return to your healing house" Henry drolled in Geralt's deep voice sounding unimpressed tilting his head at you slightly with a bored expression. Joey hummed.

"Yes I second that witch you don't have to be here you can just go your own way" he waved his hand near you and you leaned in giving him a wicked warning grin making him pull back and lean towards Henry, a typical Jaskier move...Well for the moment he was Jaskier.

"G-go and curse children poison or cattle or whatever it is you do" you scoffed rolling your eyes pulling back a little and tilted your head looking at Henry.

"Geralt your Jester appears to be in a foul mood would you like me to help? I'm sure I have a remedy that can silence him for a while...Permanently if you'd like" you smirked as Joey snpped his head looking between the two worriedly.

"JESTER I-YOU I am a bard! And I have made Geralt here the famed white wolf! Tell her Geralt! " Henry rolled his eyes ignoring Joey's out burst

"The Jester is right you don't have to travel with us you can leave, return home if our adventures aren't exciting enough for you. And I'd warn you keep the potions to yourself" you paused the page was now empty. You too a breath and spoke anyway.

"What? Me leave? and go back to treating the lords son and his frequent bouts of cock rot..." the two men bite back a laugh managing to stay in character...Just. You blinked leaning forward placing your face on your palm

"That’s not as thrilling as one might think loses its charm on the third and forth round...Much like the boy himself" Joey sputtered trying to hide his giggles. But contained himself to make an insulting Jaskier quip.

"Cock rot...begs the question do you cause it or cure it?" he twitched waiting for your reply. You hissed at him then calmed yourself and fluttered your eyes at him and continued in a sultry tone.

"Your welcome to find out for yourself Jester" he stuttered going red

"I-i a no hah thank you for the offer but noooo...Had enough of witches for a life time.. Thank you very much!" he said almost choking on his words you leaned back huffing

"Hmm...Shame you almost look like fun could have livened up the trip...I do always enjoy the loud ones..." Joey chuckled and looked to Henry with a face saying 'help me out here buddy' Henry was finding it very hard to keep himself together, was he jealous of you flirting with joey? Yes did he want to turn the tables? Yes could he think of a way to do it? Fuck no.

He settled for shaking his head, he was certain you had the role already and if not he was definitely going to vouch for you,you were good and portrayed Keira well enough to make Joey's Jaskier fidget which Keira did.

"I'm sure you can find fun where ever you find yourself Keira" Henry piped in wanting to see where the scene can go, wanting for you to give him your sultry voice and flirt with him. But you stuttered a little his gaze was intense hot and hooded.

"Y-yes you'd think that!..But there is no fun to be had at home anymore!...Well that's not strictly true there is this one acquaintance a deaf eunuch " Henry spoke up needing to hear the end of this one, trying to fight off his disappointment that you hadn't given him the same treatment as Joey, didn't you like him? Was Joey more your type? No there must be more to it.

"And this deaf eunuch is fun? How so?" you wiggled your eyebrows at him

"Well Witcher he only had one way to show me his gratitude...Any man who only has his hands to speak develops a very....dexterous set of fingers~" Joey slipped out of character confused as Henry burst out laughing. Despite his sour feelings over your non-flirting he couldn't deny that was a funny and well thought out bit of improv.

"Deaf eunuch? F-fingers?..I don't get it-OOHHH!HOLY SHIT YOU DIDN'T! OHH OH MY FUCK" he then started roaring with laughter with Henry making you go shy blushing.

"Oh my god yes...She is definitely the one we need...Defiantly my Keira!" Henry wheezed through his laughter leaning over slapping his knee.

"huh what?" You looked between everyone what do the mean need? It was Tomasz was nodding smiling and spoke up clarifying what Henry had meant.

"That was....Well...It was an audition and you got the part. You became the character very easily it was natural and flowed nicely and you were nervous once relaxed you will make a perfect Keira!" you blinked at him. An audition? For a part in the show "Are you having a laugh? I can't act for shit...Like that was...It was err" Henry smirked lifting a brow

"Acting? Maybe?" You blushed at him as he leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees. You leaned back sitting upright then pulled a face. He was right technically.

"Okay it was kind of acting....But why are you doing this here now? Surely you already have someone? this don't strike me as normal." Lauren sighed

"No your right its not normal...The actress who was playing Keira has pulled out we have a week to find a replacement or will are probably getting cancelled they won't let us delay again" you sat up pin straight

"Wait what? An actress bailed on us last minuet...That’s a bit of a dick move... That's like a big dick move not in a nice big dick way either... Like a dick dick move" Henry and Joey snorted at your statement and Tee creased up. Tomasz moved over to you

"I'm afraid so...I know its a big ask but were were supposed to start filming her scenes the middle of next week and we need a replacement. Fast. Sooo what would you say to stepping in and saving the day? you fit the bill and your here now and from what I've just seen you can do it...You gave her a cheeky, petty vibe which in all honesty was missing from who we selected...We can get you ready I'm sure Henry and Joey can help you, teach you the tricks of the trade so to speak" he lifted his head to the both of them. They nodded Henry speaking up

"I can even mentor you if you want, to get you more comfortable... Me and Joey will look after you I promise" you gulped then looked back to Lauren and Tomasz. You'd never even thought of acting or anything and it was daunting prospect.

"Look...We have run into a problem that could potentially bring production and filming to a halt...Something that could cancel season two completely....But you can help us. We can continue as planned but we understand its a big thing to spring on someone .We can afford to give you a few days to think it over if you need to..." you took a breath it sounded incredible, like one of those talent scout tales...Could you do it? You didn't want to see the show go down the pan you loved the first season as a viewer and was over the moon when Tee got you the job onset. You loved the witcher as a whole...Maybe helping bring it to life could be fun? A lot of work and you didn't know shit but you could give it a go. But then you’d be working close with Henry who pretty much turned you into a fucking trembling mass of girly hormones "...But I'm not an actress...I doubt I'd be any good.." Tee snorted

"Fuck off 'not an actress', acting is a big expensive game of pretend! And no offense but you've been pretending to be an adult since we left school! You've got this besides everyone will know your situation so if things go pear-shaped or you get confused we can all help sort you out, we wont scream at you over it..." she moved standing between Joey and Henry squishing their faces

"Come on loooook! Look at there poor little faces! Don’t let Jaskier and Geralt die! If we get cancelled that’s what will happen! These charters will die! I will take them out back and shoot them myself! Never to be seen again!" You giggled at her antic as both men in her grasp tried their hardest to pout up at you with there scrunched up faces. You sighed you were gonna regret this.

"Okay okay fine I will try... But don't say I didn't warn you.." everyone took a deep breath relived. Henry and Joey shared a grin now super excited to carry on with the show. Henry more so then Joey he was ecstatic! He can't wait to start getting close to you.

Lauren moved over to you with some long ass looking scripts.

"Here...These are for you! Start reading through these today...Do one episode at a time for now you'd have more chance learning the lines and you need to go to costume. Tee could you tell them whats happened and get her over there today? let them measure her up luckily it's mostly lace up so shouldn't have to change much" Henry stood up quickly making you jump.

"I will take her and introduce her to everyone...I’m finished for the day so I’m going there anyway" he explained a little sheepish realizing he may have seemed eager. Joey chuckled at him Standing beside him patting the mans back Tomasz shook his head

"Thank you for the offer Henry but we still need you were going to re shoot one of the scenes again, we think there is a better angle we could get" Henry pouted chest deflating a little and nodded to the director

"Right so Tee you escort her , oh where are you staying by the way? In the hotel in town? Well we will need to move you into Keira’s trailer so you'd be onset. Tee could you show her the trailer first then wardrobe and then finally I will pop over with a contract for you this afternoon..." you froze. Contract?. What the fuck? You don't know anything about contracts! Henry caught on to your panic and lit up like Christmas finding another way he could spend time with you.

"Hey its okay...Just a bit of paper saying you've got the job and a bit of legal jargon...I can look over it with you and have my agent look over it if you want? just to be sure everything's good okay? don't worry we will take good care of you I promised didn't I?" You smiled shyly and nodded. 'Holy shit he's looking at you, speak girl stop fucking staring! SPEAK! BREATH!' You took a breath avoiding his gaze a little trying to forget who he was wanting to act cool when you did finally speak it was in a quiet voice.

"I-I Suppose so...I mean yes I'd appreciate someone sorting that out..I get the feeling there are a lot of big words involved" Joey laughed you liked Henry, he could see it and something told him you would both become very close. Well close he estimated you'd be fucking within two weeks. He noted the fact you had both gone quiet Henry's eyes boring into you again as you fiddled with script in your hand. He rolled his eyes you were blushing squirming under the witchers staring gold orbs and he didn't seem to care he was just quite happy to gawk at you. Joey finally decided to cut you so e slack.

"Your not kidding...But like Henry said nothing to bad just a you got the job! And how your being paid really" you chuckled rubbing your neck.

"Fuck! haha you know I didn't even think of that" Tomasz chuckled and nodded. Breaking his silence, he to had noticed the tension between the two of you but would say nothing it wont be a problem after all there was a sexual atmosphere between Geralt and Keira so it would do well on screen.

"Well your an actress now, so of course you'll be paid as an actress, it will be in the paper work, I suggest you go and start reading the scripts Keira is heavily involved in this season she is travelling with Geralt and Jaskier for a while... And a word of advice I'm going to have to take your name to a few higher ups with the video of your audition and names on official websites for the cast will be changed, probably in a day or two...You may want to go and clean up any social media ect that you might have...It could blow up a little bit its...What we are doing is pretty much unheard of" you frowned at him

"You...You filmed that? What? who?" Tee waved her phone up at you gaining your attention.

"Its fine y/n just need it for the records and for a few others to see..." she turned to Lauren

"Might be an idea to put this up somewhere to just to introduce her as the character..." Lauren shook her head

"Not yet get her in costume then a few photos we can film a short teaser scene with them...That can be her debut" Tee nodded and began making a list of things to do then snapped her head up looking at you.

"Seriously change your face book to friends only...And get a fucking twitter on that thought get a bloody snapchat and Instagram to! Okay? life will be easier trust me on this" Henry frowned at you stumped.

"You don't have twitter, Snapchat or Instagram?....No what? How have you? What do you do all day on your phone?" You shrugged and smiled impishly at him.

"I read...Write...Scroll tumblr for hours on end and play games...Never bothered with that social media crap don't know how to use it...Was on tumblr for years before I ever got the courage to post something" Joey smiled taking a step forward and patted your back

"Well at least you have Tumblr which I will want by the way! But never mind about the others I will show you cos your gonna need it!" You smiled at him giggling maybe this wont be so bad? You nodded at him feeling more at ease, it sounded like they were going to help you with all this shit, the only thing you had to do was keep the inner Cavill fangirl at bay, which was gonna be a hell of a job now that you weren't going to be able to avoid him but it was that or watch this show be cancelled and that was not going to happen!. You looked over to Lauren who was still giving Tee a list of jobs and people to contact.

"Okay...So where do I start?" She smiled and quickly stood in front of you as you stood between Joey and Henry both pointing out on the scripts certain things explaining what things meant and how things would work when filming. You nodded trying to take it all in. You took a breath looks like you were doing this.

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myhockeyworld87 · 4 years ago

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Bubble Wrapped - Part 9

Word Count: 4,396

POV: Reader

Warnings: Same as always, Language, Smut, NSFW, Please see the note in the Masterlist

Teams: Bruins, Caps, Flyers, Lightning, Pens, Jackets, Canes, Islanders (more to come)

Notes: Finally part 9! Thank you guys for being patient with me as I finally got back to writing. I’m not sure if anyone is still interested in this story now that Bubble is officially over. So please let me know if I should continue you on with this story or just let it drop off. At any rate, here’s the next part, so happy reading!

"Earth to (Y/N)! Are you in there?" Carly asked as she tapped on the front desk where you would like to say that you were lost in thought, but in reality; you'd just sort of spaced out. When you didn't reply right away; Carly said, "Are you done moping yet? It's been almost a week."

"Please, stop exaggerating. It hasn't been a week." Sometimes Carly could be so dramatic, you thought to yourself.

"Bitch, his team got ousted last Friday and today is Thursday. I might not have the fancy education you do, but that's six days which means tomorrow is a week." She pointed her finger directly at you. "You, Miss (Y/LN), have been sulking around this hotel for about five days too many by my count." It was hard not to roll your eyes but you suppressed it all the same. "Look I know…" she brought her voice to a whisper, "Sidney…must have been amazing in bed. Though why you haven't told me all the details yet; I'm baffled? Like seriously sis, spill the beans."

This time you couldn't hold back as your eyes practically rolled back into your head at your soon to be former best friend if she kept this line of questioning up. "And what makes you think that I slept with Sid? How do you know I'm not pining over Tyler or someone else for that matter."

"Well, I saw him leave. I'm not blind. The man literally couldn't take his eyes off you and the look on your face!" She pulled her lip down in a pout and mimicked a look of utter devastation. "You were a puppy that someone had not only kicked to the curb but then got run over."

"I wasn't that bad."

"Ok, well maybe not run over by like a car, but definitely by a bike." A chuckle escaped your lips and you supposed you were kind of upset that Sid and the Pens were headed back to Pittsburgh. "Oh my god, was that a smile? I haven't seen that in days." She pressed the back of her hand to your forehead.

"What are you doing now?" You frowned at her.

"Checking to make sure you don't have a fever."

"Stop," you said starting to giggle. "Someone will think I have Covid or something." Carly joined you in laughter and you had to admit it actually felt kind of good. You hadn't realized that you were being such a Debbie Downer once Sidney had left, but once you started laughing your heart felt a little lighter.

"See, I knew she was in there. Welcome back!" Carly came around the desk and hugged you. "Though I'm still going to make a suggestion to you." You cocked your head in inquiry. "Why don't you take the day off?" She could tell that you were going to say something but she held you off with a wave of her hand. "We came in the bubble two weeks before the players and they've been here for almost three. That's five weeks and you have yet to take one day to yourself. You've insisted the rest of us take off at least one day a week if not two. I think you should do the same." While Carly's plan sounded great, you really couldn't see yourself just taking the day to lounge at the pool or in your suite.

"What if there's another fight? Or the kitchen catches on fire? Or…" She didn't let you come up with any more scenarios.

"Someone will call you. See that thing right there." She picked up your cell phone. "It's amazing and lets us talk to you if we need something."

"But what would I do? It's not like I can go get drunk at a club or something."

Carly sighed heavily, "I have to do everything for you don't I?" She was definitely skating on thin ice in the friend department. "Why don't you go sit by the pool, or go for a run over in the stadium. It's a beautiful summer day, get out there and enjoy it. Besides you're starting to look pale, a little sun would do you some good." She grabbed your wrist and start to haul you out from behind the desk. "Then tonight, crack open a bottle of wine, take a hot bubble bath….maybe with one of these hot men that can't quit staring at you."

"Oh stop, they are not staring at me."

"Girl, would you look around." You did as she said, watching guys from different teams mill about the front lobby. There were some definite stares in both yours and Carly's direction. "See that one there," she pointed over to Jake Debrusk. "I swear he comes down to the lobby just drool over you, or what about that one. I think Brayden said his name was Joel Edmundson. He also mentioned something about him and crop tops, but then well he stopped talking when that sent my eyes wandering a little too far south for his pleasure. The man really can get jealous."

"Can you blame him, Car? There are very few women in this bubble and quite a few men." The ratio was well to your advantage; that's for sure. "He's afraid he could lose you to one of these other guys."

"Will never happen. But you're distracting me." She was now dragging you towards the elevators. "Now get your little butt up there and go do something fun for the day." She pushed the button and the elevator doors opened. "Oh! I expect to get notes or something if there are any hookups. Don't pull that shit you did with you know who."

"What? I can't hear you." You told her as the door slid close. Faintly you heard something about bullshit and probably a few other choice words. Once you were in your suite, you decided to take Carly's suggestion and head over to the stadium for a little run. It had been quite some time that you'd actually gotten on the pavement instead of the treadmill and hopefully, it would clear your head of any lingering thoughts of Sidney. You quickly changed into some running shorts, a sports bra and one of those famous crop tops Carly was talking about Joel Edmundson wearing; then slipped on your sneakers and AirPods, and headed outside.

Carly had been right. It was a gorgeous day to be outside. The sky was the most beautiful shade of blue, with white puffy clouds that reminded you of cotton dotting it throughout. You could still hear the light buzz of traffic from the city, as you made your way over to the stadium. Carly, forgot to mention that Islanders happened to be using the facility when you got there, but then you supposed that it was always busy except for the evening. You almost turned around, and went back to the hotel, not wanting to interrupt their time, but you saw a few other non-team members wandering about and figured that taking a little run shouldn't bother anyone.

Cranking up the music, you started at a nice leisurely jog, just warming your legs up, as you made your way about halfway around before kicking it up at a faster pace. The sun felt good on your body as well as the fresh air getting in your lungs. You were off in your own world as you continued what was probably your fourth lap around the place when something came flying out in front of you. You stopped in your tracks.

"Sorry about that," Mat Barzal said as he came over to retrieve what you now knew was a frisbee. "Didn't mean to interrupt your run." His shirt was off and sweat glistened on his well-defined abs.

"It's no biggie," you told him as you went to put your earbud back in and continue on with your run.

His hand went to reach for your wrist, but he caught himself before he grabbed you, though the action made you stop anyway. "Sorry again," this time you just smiled, which in turn made Mat smile and that was something to behold. "You're (Y/N) right?" you nodded and it really didn't feel strange now that almost every NHL player knew your name. "You wouldn't be interested in a game of spikeball; would you? We need another player."

"Oh, um…" You were kind of stunned by him asking you, not that you didn't want to play. It was just, you were sure there had to be someone else that was probably better than you.

"Please," there was this little puppy dog look in his eyes, and you were done for.

"Sure," you told him, then followed him over to where Anthony Beauvillier and Derick Brassard were hanging out by the spikeball game. "I'm warning you, I not a professional athlete like you guys."

"Don't worry, it's just a friendly little game." Mat told you, and yet somehow you figured even the friendliest of games with these guys would be competitive. Introductions were made, not that you didn't know who these guys were, but it was still a nice gesture. "So, I'll take (Y/N)." Mat declared.

"What if I want her on my team?" Tito interjected and you really didn't feel that you were that great of a player to fight over, though to be honest, you had a feeling it wasn't about the ball game.

"Well, so you kids don't fight. (Y/N) and I will be partners." Derick decided to chime in.

"Guys, I'm not that good." You felt the need to be at least upfront with them.

"I'm sure you're great," Derick said, while he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

"The only fair way to settle this is rock, paper, scissors." This from Tito, as he made a fist preparing for the game, the other two joined him. Tito and Mat both picked scissors, effectively cutting out Derick who had chosen to go with paper. Now down to the two friends, it took two tries before they didn't pick the exact same gesture. In the end, it was Mat who won with a paper to cover up Anthony's rock.

"Guess it's you and me." Mat said steering you over to his side of the net. "You know we're skins right?" there was a teasing note to his voice, along with a twinkle in his eye, to tell you he was joking. But to call his bluff, you simply stripped off your crop top and tossed it over to the side, leaving you clad in only your sports bra. All three guys' eyes about popped out of their heads as you reached for the hem of the bra.

"Trust me, boys, you'll have to work a lot harder than that to get the rest off," you teased as you dropped your arms back down. "Well, are we going to play or what?" They chuckled at your joke, though you were pretty sure you saw Derick adjust his shorts and his cock.

The game was fairly friendly at first, and it took you back to your high school days on the volleyball team, though it was a far cry from your setter's position that you played. You and Tito ran into each other at least three times and you were pretty sure the third one was on purpose just so he could steady you by grabbing not only your hips but your ass as well. There were a ton of volleys and points seemed hard to come by, but overall, you had a blast. Mat carried your team, but you held your own from time to time. Close to the end of the game, all four of you were sweating and the other two guys had joined Mat in going shirtless. You knew you were going to have to thank Carly for giving you the suggestion of coming over here, just for the sights alone.

The game was all tied up, and you had no idea how it had gotten to that point. You were pretty sure someone had to have lost count at some point, but you weren't going to argue as you were having too much fun. "Ok match point. We got this (Y/N)." Mat told you, then gave you a high five before the ball was served. You hit it over to Mat with ease and he spiked it onto the net. The volley went back and forth a few times, each time getting more and more difficult to return. You thought for sure on Mat's last spike over that there was no way they were going to get the ball. However, Derick's quick reflexes had him tossing it back over to Tito, who set Derick back up for a soft spike. The ball fluttered to the ground and both you and Mat dove trying to reach it. It all played out in slow motion in your head, you could almost foresee the two of you clunking heads which would probably result in both of you getting a concussion, but at the last second, Mat rolled to his side instead, grabbing you as he did so he absorbed most of the impact. As you both landed on the ground, he moved so that his back was now on the grass with your body on top of him.

You were a bit stunned at first but recovered quickly. "Are you ok? You're not hurt, are you?" The words tumbled out of your mouth as you went to get up, only to have Mat's arms pin you closer to his body. That's when you felt his cock stiffen. Maybe it was the action of sliding down his body slightly so that you could see his face that caused it, or maybe it was just your body pressed against his; you weren't entirely sure. All you knew was that it was definitely hard and seemed to have a bit of length to it, which made you want to get Mat in this same position only without prying eyes.

"I'm ok." Mat said, drawing you back to your present circumstance.

"Looks like we won." Tito gloated from above you, reminding you that you couldn't stay like this for much longer.

"I'm not so sure about that." Mat whispered before rolling you onto your back, his weight all on his forearms before he lifted himself up off the ground then helped you up as well. "Good game," he said to his teammates, making you wonder if you'd actually heard what he said correctly.

You shook hands with both Tito and Derick, before you all headed over to grab some water, making idol chit chat for a bit. It wasn't long before they were being told that they had to leave the arena as their time was up and another team was coming in within the hour. "It was a lot of fun guys, thanks for inviting me to play," you told them.

"Our pleasure," Derick said, and you could've sworn you heard Tito say that he would play with you anytime. The double entendre was not lost on you.

"I'm sure I'll see you around the hotel." You told them all then headed out of the arena as well, though in a different direction as your hotel was the other way. You'd just made it into the alcove when you heard Mat calling your name.

"You forgot this," he said handing you, your crop top. "Can't have you going back to the hotel like that."

"Thanks."

Mat shifted his weight from foot to foot a few times, before saying. "Can I walk you back?"

"Sure," you told him. "I mean as long as you don't have to go back with the team."

"Nah, we have the next hour free still." Well, that was interesting information that you took in as you continued around the empty halls of the stadium. Mentally, you calculated how much time it would take to get to your suite and then for Mat to get back to his place. It was definitely more than an hour, so if you were going to have a little fun it was going to have to be here. Your eyes darted around, looking for the perfect spot. "What are you doing?"

It was right at that moment that you found the ideal location. "This," you answered, grabbing Mat's hand and pulling him into the spot that would conceal you both in case anyone would walk by. As soon as you were ensconced inside, your lips found his. You pulled his neck down to meet your mouth, kissing him with abandonment. Mat caught on quick to your plan and quickly took control, pinning you against the wall as his mouth plundered inside yours. His tongue danced with yours, as his hands skimmed up your body, sending shivers down your spine.

A lock of Mat's hair dipped down to his forehead and your hands moved up to push it back, though you didn't stop there as you let them sift through his thick mane. He moaned into your mouth, as your hands raked through his hair, nails slightly scraping his scalp. He devoured your whole with his mouth as if he couldn't get enough of you and the whole time you just wanted more of him. Mat's thigh came up between your legs, and you wantonly pressed your cunt down upon him. "Fuck baby," he whispered. "That's it, grind down on me." It wasn't like you needed to hear the words, but they still made you damp coming from his mouth. He released your mouth finally, but only so he could trail his lips down your neck to your breasts. His hands pushed your bra up, and you felt your arms reaching up to the sky so that he could remove it completely. "I've been wondering what these looked like the whole fucking game." His head fell back slightly so he could take your breasts in and you felt your nipples harden under his stare. "Fucking perfect," he panted out before capturing a pert nipple in his mouth.

"Fuck Mat," you gasped as he lightly bit down. Hips now desperate, you continued to grind down on Mat's thick thigh as he lavished each of your breasts with attention. You whimpered, trying to find that perfect position against him that would put you over the edge, but then Mat moved his thigh away.

"I can't," he said and your brain was too fogged from chasing your high to register what he meant before his fingers were sliding under the waistband of your shorts and panties. "Damn baby, I can't believe how wet you are." His fingers slid inside your pussy with ease and you moaned out with pleasure as he scissored two of them in, while his thumb pressed against your clit. "You like that," his whispered then sucked on your nipple again. "God, I want you to cum on my fingers so bad." They started to pump in and out of you then. "Can you do that pretty girl? Can you cum for me?"

Fuck you loved it when he talked dirty like that. The combination of his words and his actions sending you spiraling into orgasm. "Mat," you called out as your body trembled.

"Yeah baby, say my name. Tell everyone who's making you cum." He kept fingering you through the orgasm, pressing kisses all over your chest and neck. "So, fucking pretty." You slumped back against the wall, head going back as your body was finally sated. Mat pressed his fingers deep inside you one last time before withdrawing them and bringing them to his lips. His tongue darted out, licking up the length of them before he brought them to your lips. "Suck," it wasn't quite a command, but at the same time you didn't feel the need to disobey either and you wondered if the two of you had more time, what all Mat could come up with. You licked your essence off his digits, letting your tongue glide up his long fingers. It was Mat's turn to groan this time and you felt him go a little weak, so you took advantage and twisted you both so that he was now against the wall.

You kissed him hard, before sliding down onto your knees taking his shorts and boxer briefs with you. Mat inhaled sharply as your hands skated back up his meaty thighs you were riding moments ago. Eyes locking with his, your tongue slipped out and licked the head of his cock, tasting the precum that was oozing from it. Your lips wrapped around the head then and you heard as well as felt his sigh of content before his fingers threaded through your hair. "Fuck (Y/N), that feels so good." His hand gently urged you to take more, and so you did. "That's it, baby, just like that." Your lips sunk down on as much of his cock as you could take in, while your hand fisted him at the base. Sucking him back out, you let your teeth lightly rake along his cock and he hissed out another fuck but thrust hips forward wanting you to take him back in. You did, but slowly centimeter by centimeter. Mat's head fell back against the wall. "You're killing me." Your lips smiled around his cock as you started to take him and out of your mouth.

Mat was breathing was labored, as he fisted his hand around your hair, holding it back so he could see your face as you took him inside your mouth. Your tongue pressed up against the underside, and you felt him twitch in response. Letting your fingers dance along his thighs, you slithered them up to his balls where you cupped them and gave them a gentle squeeze. "Fuck, yeah," Mat panted, his hips now rocking into your mouth. Relaxing your throat, you hummed so that you could take him deeper. "Jesus," he hissed out, his hand now tightening on the back of your skull as he thrust again, this time shooting his cum down the back of your throat. You swallowed what you could, though some dribbled out and down your chin; that only turned Mat on more. "You're so fucking gorgeous right now." He told you, as he helped you back to your feet, where his lips locked with yours. You were half-naked from the waist up and Mat from the waist down, but you didn't care as you made out with him against the wall of the stadium. Time sort of stood still as the two of you entwined not only your mouths but your bodies. His hands going from your ass, then to your back, to your neck and then breasts, all at the same time. Off in the distance, you heard a noise, and you realized the other team must be coming in.

You broke the kiss, though Mat chased after your lips still wanting that contact with you. "I think someone's coming." He heard it then, the idle chatter of voices still far enough away, but you weren't sure for how long.

"Fuck, I thought we had more time." He reluctantly let you out of his embrace, but only so that you could both pull your clothes back on. Mat grabbed your crop top and slipped it back over your head, before pulling you back in for a kiss. "You're pretty amazing, you know that?" All you could do was blush. "I'm not just talking about back there either." You cocked your head at him, as the two of you headed back to Hotel X, fingers entwined. "I might be staying at Royal York, but everyone talks about how great it over at your place and how it's all because of you. You're like some legend or something."

God, you were hoping that they weren't talking about all the sexual things that had gone on with other players. "Well, I'm glad everyone's happy. I'm really just doing my job."

"Hopefully, I'll be over there soon," Mat added with a little wink to you, and you realized you wouldn't mind having him in your hotel at all. In fact, it would be a lot of fun. "I guess I have to let you go, huh?" You were now standing in front of the hotel and short of asking Mat up to your room, which you knew there wasn't time for; your interlude with him was coming to an end.

"Well, you know you're more than welcome to use any of the facilities we have here anytime." It was your turn to give Mat a little wink.

"I just might have to do that. We have a game tomorrow, but I'm sure I'll be needing to use the tennis courts or that pool sometime soon."

"Well, make sure you stop and tell me hi when you're here."

He chuckled at your comment. "Oh, there is no way I would forget to do that." He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close to him, before dropping a kiss to your lips. Part of you was hesitant that someone might be watching but then it didn't matter because when Mat kissed you, it seemed like no one else even existed. "I gotta go." He finally said breaking away. "But I'll see you soon."

"I'll hold you to that promise." He pecked your lips one more time before heading in the direction of his hotel.

Thankfully, things were running smoothly at the hotel, so you decided to continue taking Carly's advice and head upstairs for a long hot bubble bath. Pouring yourself a glass of wine, you let the water get to the perfect temperature before sinking down into it. You sighed as you took a sip of the crisp tasting vintage as soft music played in the background. The only thing you were missing was a few pieces of chocolate to make this entire thing perfect. Well, and maybe Mat, for that man truly was something. You let your mind drift to thoughts of him and his rock-hard abs. What you wouldn't give to have him here right now, sliding into the water and into your pussy. Those thoughts were cut short as your phone rang. Damn, you thought, just when things were getting good.

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dcbbw · 4 years ago

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Six Sentence Sunday 5-23-2021

Thank you for the tag, @ao719! I am hopeful to get both of these posted tonight, but it may be split between tonight and tomorrow.

Sneak peeks under the cut ...

Friday Night Chat—DC AU’s COVID AU (and it isn’t a one-shot! Hahahahhahahahahaha)

Liam positioned himself on the sofa so he was fully looking at Riley. His eyes squinted as he scrutinized her face. “You need to tighten your pores, Riley B., and maybe moisturize with an egg mask.”

Riley made a face as she inched away from Liam. “Stay away from my pores!”

“Someone is still missing!” Olivia exclaimed as her eyes searched the Zoom squares.

“Here I am,” Madeleine’s voice drifted across laptops; shortly afterward, everyone watched as she sat gingerly on the edge of her loveseat next to Leo.

“What’s wrong with you?” Maxwell asked, his face frowned with puzzlement.

“I have a boil,” Madeleine said stiffly. “Down there.”

“A seafood boil,” Leo quipped. He winced when Madeleine punched his arm.

“Is it painful?” Alyssa asked.

Madeleine rolled her eyes. “No, Lyssa. I always walk and sit this way. Hell YES, it’s painful! I’ve been putting hot compresses on it AND squeezing it, but it just grows bigger and gets more painful.”

“You need to get a drawing salve. Black salve is best, and you can get next day with Prime shipping from Amazon,” Drake spoke. “Swear to GOD, rub it over the infected area, and before you know it … BUSTED!”

“And you know this … how, Walker?” Olivia’s green eyes were bright with curiosity.

Drake’s eyes cast downward, and his tone was awkward when he replied. “From a friend,” he mumbled.

Madeline peered at Maxwell and Olivia’s back wall. “Is that … DMX?”

Maxwell nodded. “Yup! Liv and I are attending a memorial service for him later.”

“There’s going to be potato latkes and weed,” Liam offered helpfully.

“OOOHHHH, can I come?” Alyssa asked eagerly.

Olivia stared at the screen. “No.”

Lap Dance—JGL Birthday Fic (and it IS a one-shot) Preview is kinda NSFW

She begins walking towards me with an uncertain gait, but her heels tap steadily and sure across the parquet floor. I turn off the music and she looks at me with a lost expression, as if she has no idea what to do without music guiding her movements.

“We’ll make our own music,” I say.

“You’re different from the others,” she observes as she straddles my lap, the tips of her fingers resting lightly on the tops of my shoulders.

The nylon of her stockings rubs against the denim of my pants. “You’re about to find out just how much.”

She looks at me apprehensively; I give her a slight smirk as my fingers comb through her hair while my gaze holds hers. I feel her hips wriggle against mine, and I place my index finger over her lips. “Don’t move,” I instruct.

My fingers make their way through her tresses and drift across the nape of her neck. Her skin is cold from the air conditioning and feels soft yet dry.

Papery.

She shivers under my touch. I bring my hand around to her cheek, and my fingertips trace the contour of the right side of her face while my eyes drink in her features.:

Her face is caked with makeup, but not sloppily: bold blue eyeshadow, false eyelashes, heavy rouge. Her lips are shiny with bubble gum-scented gloss. She smells faintly of freesia.

My hand goes further south, and I am hefting a breast in my hand. The woman is not overly endowed, but the flesh feels weighted against my palm. My free hand cups her opposite breast before my thumbs and forefingers begin pulling and pinching at rosy-colored nipples. I see her eyes cloud over with lust as my fingernails drag along the underside of erect, sensitive skin.

“You like that?” I murmur.

In response, her face leans in closer to mine, her lips slightly parted. I catch a whiff of mint and bubble gum before pulling my face away. “I don’t kiss,” I explain.

And I don’t. Kissing is an intimate act, and there is nothing intimate about what she and I are doing. This is a business arrangement: an agreement with a price tag and time limit.

Just as it is with every woman I’ve been with.

Not tagging anyone; if you see this and wanna play along and share, please do so!

#six sentence sunday #dcbbw writes #all the wips

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rezhood · 4 years ago

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StephCass Vent Ficlet

(Schools been getting to me recently, and I wrote this to calm down. Forgive me for spelling and grammar mistakes, I wrote it on the train home in the notes app.

Lots of swearing because Steph’s stressed potty mouth)

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Steph is pissed, way more than she has any right to be over one stupid heated comment, from someone who does not matter to her at all. But the thing is, it isn’t just one comment. It’s been a series of never ending comments, complaints, and concerns with this one girl.

It’s infuriating, because the class should be an easy A. It has no right to be anything but that, yet this bitch is making it one of Steph’s most grueling courses.

The second the zoom call is closed she screams into the palms of her hands, prompting Cass to finally emerge from their shared bedroom. She just chuckles from the doorway. How can she do this? Steph is going through it and her girlfriend is laughing at her. The cruelty.

She’s gotta vent.

“That fucking bitch Vera is back on her bullshit!” She exclaims, and Cass doesn’t seem surprised in the least. It’s been a nonstop issue ever since her professor assigned the groups in January. Steph doesn’t understand it. She’s never had a group member be awful by being too involved in things. She’s got a nasty habit of texting the group chat at two AM, and yes given Steph herself is awake but it’s a SCHOOL GROUP CHAT WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT. You just don’t do that, especially on school nights.

And Saturdays, specifically the last three Saturdays at six PM, the group chat is blown up by Vera wanting to work on something that moment, despite the fact it’s been well established no one else is available. Because, ya know, everyone else has a fucking job, Vera, and rent to pay. Not everyone has rich parents who pay your tuition, and literally no friends to the point you’re craving to work on a group project every Saturday night.

Fucking insane.

“I fucking told you she was gonna go to the professor, Cass! I told you, I called it, and it’s exactly what she did! That fucking bitch finished the GROUP ASSIGNMENT NINE DAYS EARLY WITHOUT WARNING and then complained to the professor no one else helped! What kind of psychotic shit is that? Who does that? What the fuck does she gain? Sorry EVERYONE ELSE was working when YOU felt like working on the paper, you didn’t need to fucking finish it! Some of us have fucking rent to pay, VERA. We can’t drop everything on a Saturday to work on a two paged assignment due over a week away. I’m so pissed, Cass. What the literal fuck?” Steph screams (in her in door screaming voice), half to her girlfriend and half to God. It’s been something different with this girl for three months now, with every assignment it’s something. She’s never available when they want to meet, but wants everyone to bend to her whim. Then there was the time she screamed at the group for not interacting in the break out meeting, but literally everyone else was talking and she just had her speakers off. She didn’t even fucking apologize for flipping out and wasting time?!

Literal psychotic energy.

It sucks enough Steph’s last year of college is all online, because of fucking covid, but now she has to deal with this bitch too?! She really can’t catch a break.

Cass wraps her arms around her shoulders, hugging her tightly from behind. It’s nice, very nice, but admittedly does little to ease Steph’s tensions.

Still, she sighs, relaxing in the older girl’s hold a little more.

“What the professor say?” Cass asks, calm as ever, then shifts to place a kiss in Steph’s hair.

The blond blows air out her nose, responding, “Well I brought up the insane two AM and Saturday text messages to him, and when he asked her why she wouldn’t wait for group contribution before turning it in, she tried to turn it on Neil, but Neil told the group beforehand he wouldn’t be available at a moments notice. It’s in our group contract, and he literally has a little kid. Then I read some of her nonsensical text messages, because what the fuck is she ever talking about. Then the wack job called me a bitch, in front of the whole group and the professor, and Professor Gibbons flipped out obviously. Now we have another fucking meeting tomorrow, in which we have to revise our group contract. I’m fairly certain he’s going to kick her from the group, cause ya know literally calling me a bitch in front of him, but I’m also not certain what’s gonna happen.”

The worst of the anger has left Steph, leaving her more tired than anything. It’s so frustrating.

Cass plants another kiss onto the side of her head. Damn her for knowing exactly how to calm her down, Steph wanted to keep all this anger for the meeting tomorrow.

A moment goes by in silence, with just Cass keeping her arms wrapped around her girlfriend. It’s impossible to stay on edge.

“I can’t believe she called me a bitch in front of the professor. That’s so insane,” steph says, chuckling a little to herself. It seems funnier now than it did a minute ago.

“She sounds unwell,” Cass responds, playing with Steph’s hair now.

That’s the understatement of the century.

Stephanie sighs again, looking around. Their shared apartment is a mess, and there’s no way in hell she’s even going to attempt to clean it today. Something tells her Cass is obviously the same as well. It can be put off for another few days, at least until after this Vera meeting stuff.

Still though, she needs to clean soon or the pure disaster of their living space is going to give her anxiety. Steph can let it get pretty chaotic with mess, but a genuinely dirty living space is where she draws the line. The dishes are already overflowing in the sink.

As if sensing her stress, Cass shifts so she’s rubbing her shoulders rather than holding them. It feels nice. It’s nice to live with Cass.

“You need a break,” the older girl suggests, and Steph isn’t going to argue with that.

Stephanie leans her head all the way back to look up at her girlfriend, and Cass just smiles when they make eye contact. It’s simple and domestic and it makes the younger girl feel better. No matter what happens with school, no matter what happens in Gotham, she has a soft lasting love. The kind that makes her happy everyday. It makes her a lucky person.

“I love you,” she says, so easily and carefree, and she’s lucky for that too. There’s no dancing around feelings in this home, no fear in expressing how you’re feeling at all times. There’s no point in even trying, Cass always knows anyways. It’s nice. It’s more than she’s ever had before.

“I love you too,” Cass tells her, leaning down to peck their lips together in a soft, upside down, kiss.

Distantly, out of spite, Steph bets to herself that Vera doesn’t have this. That she’s across the city somewhere, all alone, freaking out about the professor laying into her. That she’s having a meltdown about potentially getting thrown from class. If Steph was a little less petty, the thought would probably make her feel bad. But she is very petty, and that bitch needs to be taken down a peg. Maybe the school disciplinaries will cox her into therapy.

Cass takes her hand and leads her to the bedroom, there’s no sexual charge behind it, no passionate heat. Just the two of them falling into bed to hold onto each other. All thoughts of class and her group and that bitch fall from her mind, as she cuddles up into the crook of her girlfriend’s neck. She hadn’t realized how tired she was. A nap will be nice.

A nap with Cass, then dinner with Cass, and then maybe they can watch a movie before patrol. Or maybe other, more sexual things, if they’re feeling more energetic. Steph has a lot of tension to work out after all.

But for now it’s just cuddles. Laying together with gentle head kisses and bodies intertwined.

Before she knows it, Steph has fallen asleep

#stephanie brown #cassandra cain #stephcass #spoiler dc #black bat #orphan dc #batgirls #ficlet #batman fic #rez writes #that’s my new writing tag #figured I should start using one of those cause my blogs a mess lmao

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cali-holland · 5 years ago

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Cherry- Harrison Osterfield One Shot

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield X Reader

Prompt: When you and Tom are cast as co-stars in Cherry, you can’t understand why Harrison begins to act so weird about the sex scene… it’s not like you’re dating either one of them.

Word Count: 4100

Warnings: lots of talk about sex, making out, some swearing

A/N: sooo obvs the release details of the movie are gonna be off; I’m ignoring covid for this fic :)

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*Gif is not mine*

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“A sex scene?” Harrison repeated, and Tom nodded.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be so weird.” Tom said. As they walked into their regular gym, they discussed the news that Tom had just heard over the phone- he’d just landed the role in Cherry a couple days ago, and he was told only this morning that there would be a sex scene involved in the film.

“Have they cast your co-star yet?” He asked, curiously.

“No. I haven’t even done screen tests with anyone else yet.” He shrugged. “I just hope they cast someone hot, you know?”

“Yeah,” Harrison laughed, still in disbelief that his friend was going to have to film a sex scene with a complete stranger in the coming months.

“Who would you want?” Tom asked and his friend looked at him quizzically, “If you had to do a sex scene, who would you want to do it with? A stranger or a friend?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t really given it much thought.” He tried to shrug it off, but his red ears told otherwise. He began to work on one of the weight machines, getting it to the proper setting for him, as Tom wandered over to a treadmill.

“Why did I even ask?” Tom chuckled, shaking his head teasingly, “Of course it’d be Y/N.”

“What would be me?” You asked, coming into the room to join them with a little more spring in your step than usual. Harrison went red in surprise at your presence, making you look at him confused. You three had a regular routine of meeting up at the gym to workout so your presence wasn��t surprising.

Back in Brit school, you had become close friends with Tom and Harrison. You had always harbored a crush for Harrison, unable to deny the attractiveness in his blue eyes. You were just too caught up in your own head to realize he felt the same. Neither of you made a move, neither of you could bear hurting the dynamic of your group. Tom was oblivious to the fact that you liked his best friend, which made it harder for you to even think about changing the friendship.

“Harrison needs a spotter.” Tom said quickly, distracting you from the previous topic.

“Uh, yeah.” Harrison cleared his throat, trying to control his scarlet face.

“I’ll spot you, if you spot me.” You teased, tightening your ponytail as you went to stand by him. You watched as Harrison began to life the weights, your eyes getting trapped on his muscles.

“Oh, Y/N.” Tom spoke up, pulling your attention from Harrison, “Did you ever get a call-back for that audition last week?”

“Yeah, I totally meant to tell you.” You laughed, turning to continue watching Harrison to make sure he was fine, “I got the job, not even a call-back. I just got it, but I don’t even know who’s on the project.”

“What’s the movie?” He asked.

“Cherry.” You replied. Harrison’s arms faltered and you moved quickly to catch and stabilize the weight. Laughing lightly, you asked, “Are you okay?”

“Cherry?” Harrison clarified. He looked almost horrified as he put the bar back.

“Cherry?” Tom added, stopping the treadmill.

“Yes, that’s what I said.” You nodded, looking between the two of them in confusion. “What’s up?”

“Y/N, I’m playing Nico.” Tom said, and your jaw dropped.

“We’re going to be in a movie together?” You replied, a wide smile growing on your face. In all the years you three have known each other and worked on projects, none of you had been cast in the same movie as leads.

“We’re romantic leads.” Tom stated as Harrison shifted uncomfortably on the bench below you.

“I didn’t think about that at all.” You admitted. Your excitement left your body as you thought of the film.

“Did they- did they mention anything about certain scenes with us?” Tom asked, almost hesitant as he glanced over at Harrison, who looked like he was quite ready to vomit.

“Fuck.” You groaned, piecing together how, yes, you were told your character had a sex scene and how Tom, as your partner in the film, would be the other person in that scene. “Well, filming will certainly be an experience.”

“I think I’ll just use the treadmill today.” Harrison stated, getting up from the bench and heading over to a treadmill. Tom started up his treadmill again, leaving you questioning Harrison’s reaction.

~~~

In some ways, you appreciated that Tom was your co-star for Cherry, but sometimes you just wished it was someone else- you’d rather have it be Harrison. For the next few months, none of you really talked about it, especially not the sex scene, because it put all three of you in an awkward situation; although, you still couldn’t quite tell why it was so uncomfortable for Harrison.

You had a week before filming started, and so you and Tom decided to practice your lines together. All three of you would help each other learn lines for various projects, but it felt better to have your actual co-star going through the scene with you.

“Want to run that scene one more time?” Tom asked you as the two of you sat at the dining room table, both of you holding your scripts.

As soon as the question left his mouth, Harrison came into the kitchen in nothing but loose basketball shorts that hung low on his hips. His hair was pushed back by a sweatband, fully displaying his sweaty forehead. He had been out playing basketball with Harry, and you were grateful for the clear view of his body from your seat.

“Yeah.” You nodded, distracted by Harrison. You not so subtly watched as he got himself a drink of water.

“Y/N? Y/N, you there?” Tom waved a hand in front of your face, calling your attention back to him.

“Sorry, distracted.” You said, shaking your head. As you read your line, Tom looked over to see his friend in the kitchen. Tom’s eyes trailed back to your flustered form- he had caught you full-on checking Harrison out. He started to wonder if maybe Harrison’s feelings for you weren’t so one-sided.

A few more days went by of you, Tom, and Harrison enjoying your last days at home before leaving for Ohio. You stayed with the boys at their house, wanting to be able to spend more time with them. Tom started to notice your lingering gazes on Harrison more, and he wondered how he didn’t see it before. He already felt guilty about playing the role of your love interest in Cherry- because that meant he’d have to not only kiss his friend but kiss his best friend’s girl, and now he felt even worse thinking that you definitely liked Harrison back.

You were anxious about filming. You had kept most of your nervous butterflies down, but now it felt so real. Your flight to Ohio was in a few hours, and you couldn’t sleep. You found yourself sitting on the roof, looking out at the stars and trying to find some sort of serenity.

Kingston was quiet and peaceful that night, but the cool night breeze made you contemplate returning to your bed. You were about to give up hope and go inside when someone sat beside you.

“Can’t sleep?” Harrison asked. He was wrapped up in a blanket and wrapped his own around you, shielding you from the breeze with the warm blanket and pulling you into his embrace.

“Just stressed and nervous.” You let out a soft sigh, sinking into his warm chest comfortably. “I’ve never done a big movie like this.”

“You’re going to do great. I just know it.” He reassured you.

“Am I making a mistake though? Tom’s like a brother to me, and we’re going to have to kiss in the movie, amongst other things.” You felt him tense a little underneath you. “Should I have backed out?”

“It’s not a mistake. You and Tom have been friends for years. You can do this, it’s just acting.” Harrison said, but it felt more like he was telling the last part to himself.

“Why are you so weirded out by this? You’re not even in the movie. You don’t have to do any of this.” You asked quietly.

“You and Tom are my best friends. It’s weird to think you have a sex scene together.” He stated. There was a pause that filled the air; it was the first time someone had explicitly said “sex scene” since you had found out about the role.

“I feel a bit bad for you.” Harrison teased lightheartedly, “Tom’s probably a shit kisser.”

“Know from experience, Haz?” You joked, looking up at him.

“God, no.” He chuckled, smiling down at you, “There’s just got to be something wrong with him.”

“Oh, alright. So what’s wrong with me then?” You bit your lip nervously, sitting up to face him and letting the blanket fall from your shoulders. You watched as Harrison’s eyes trailed down to your lips momentarily before they met your gaze again.

“Nothing. You’re perfect.” He said. You could feel his heart start to race a little as you started to lean in. You were so close; his warm breath hit your face, your nose brushed his-

But he pulled away.

“Sunrise.” Harrison said, diverting his eyes away from you to the sunrise over your shoulder. You turned around to face the sunrise, wanting to hide the hurt look on your face.

You two sat quietly on the roof, watching the sun come up over the skyline. Your phone alarm went off, signaling that you needed to get ready to leave. You and Harrison went back inside and separated to your rooms, finishing up last minute packing.

“Tom, can I talk to you for a moment?” Harrison asked, stepping into his friends room.

“Yeah, what’s up?” Tom replied, transferring socks from his drawer into his suitcase.

“Y/N, uh-“ He sighed, crossing his arms in an attempt to find the right words.

“You okay, Harrison?” Tom asked. He gave his friend a concerned look at his flustered state.

“Y/N and I almost kissed.” Harrison admitted, making Tom smile.

“That’s a good step.” He replied, happy for his friend and turned to continue his packing.

“I pulled away from her.” At Harrison’s words, Tom looked back at him in confusion.

“Why would you do that? You’ve been wanting to kiss her for years.” He said. Harrison shifted uncomfortably, like he couldn’t form the words to express his feelings, “Is it because of the movie?” At his lack of response, Tom had an answer. “Haz, look, you’re my best friend. I’d never make a move on Y/N. This is just a movie, it’s not real.”

“I know.” Harrison sighed. “It’s just going to feel real.”

Before Tom could respond, you called out to the boys from the kitchen, informing them all that you’d made breakfast.

“We’ll talk later.” Tom said as he and Harrison exited his room.

But later was with you. Leaving for Ohio, you were with Tom and Harrison for every minute, and Harrison feared the conversation would never be finished. Meanwhile, you feared that you read too much into Harrison’s comment- maybe he was just being cheeky when he called you perfect, maybe he didn’t think that, maybe you were crazy for trying to kiss him. No matter what, filming started with you feeling hurt from rejection, Harrison feeling confused by his own feelings, and Tom getting caught in the crossfire.

The next couple weeks held an odd air between the three of you, building up to the day that you filmed the sex scene. You and Tom hadn’t even filmed a proper kiss yet; the scenes you’d had together only called for holding hands or intimate forehead kisses. Today, not only would you have to kiss Tom, but you’d also have to make out with him, touch him, pretend to have sex with him- and make it believable.

Your nerves were building all morning as you reviewed the script again and again. You hadn’t seen Tom or Harrison at all until you were called to set.

“Hey,” Tom greeted you, handing you a cup of coffee.

“Hey,” You replied, taking the cup but avoiding all eye contact with both boys. It didn’t help that Tom’s character started the scene off fully clothed, whereas your character conveniently happened to only be in her lingerie, and so you awkwardly stood with your fully clothed best friends as you wore a robe over your undergarments. It’s not like Tom and Harrison hadn’t seen you before in a bikini, but it was a completely different situation this time around.

“Tom, Y/N, it’s time!” The director called out. You and Tom set your coffees on the side table. You tried to ignore Harrison’s lingering gaze as you stripped out of your robe, revealing the black lacy undergarments. You and Tom walked onto the set, standing in your positions.

“It’ll be alright.” Tom told you, trying his best to comfort you.

“We’ll see.” You tried to reply in a lighthearted attitude, but you couldn’t bring yourself to even fully smile at the situation. You glanced over to where Harrison stood off-set. He was watching the two of you, and he even looked incredibly uncomfortable.

“And action!” The director announced.

You and Tom began the scene with ease, going back forth with dialogue. You pushed down your nerves when he kissed you, as scripted. Your hands tugged up his t-shirt while he led you back to the bed. You fell back onto the bed and he stood between your legs. He broke the kiss to pull his shirt off, but Tom got flustered as it got stuck.

“Cut!”

“God, how do they make it look so easy?” Tom groaned, fixing his shirt. When he realized he was still standing in the compromising position between your bare legs, he stepped back and cleared his throat.

“How was that as a start?” You asked the director.

“It was good. You two make it look natural” He said, making the nervous pit grow back to life in your stomach. He further suggested, “When Tom takes off his shirt though, start unbuckling his jeans to make the scene pick up pace. It’s not meant to be a sensual scene.”

“Gotta get right to the point.” Tom chuckled, elbowing you playfully.

“Let’s start it again.” The director ordered.

And you and Tom got back into your positions and ran through the scene again. This time, as Tom took off his shirt with ease, your hands went to work on his jeans. Soon, Tom was fully on top of you in just his underwear, kissing along your neck and collarbone.

The director called cut again. After a few more takes, he was still having some problems with the look of it all.

“The first take, you two moved so fluidly, and now it’s stiff and unnatural.” The director informed you and Tom, showing you the playback on the screen. You tugged your robe closer over your body, weirded out by the footage. He was right- it did look unnatural, but after so many takes, it only felt more awkward. It was taking a lot longer than either of you had expected, but, luckily with camera angles and editing, you and Tom were able to keep your underwear on the entire time.

“Let’s take a ten minute break.” He announced. You and Tom walked over to where Harrison stood.

“You guys looked great.” Harrison said, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

“We look awful.” Tom stated, making you nod in agreement.

“It’s taking so long, it’s just getting worse.” You sighed.

“Just try not to think of each other.” Harrison offered weakly. None of you were sure what to say about the bizarre situation, but you never expected him to offer advice.

“You mean like picture someone else?” You asked.

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“Y/N, we need to reapply your lip makeup.” Your stylist said, coming over to the three of you. You assumed she didn’t notice the awkwardness in the air as she applied more chapstick and lipstick to your lips. When she left, the director called Tom to the side to discuss tomorrow’s shooting schedule, leaving you with just Harrison.

“Must be boring, just watching the same scene over and over.” You said, trying to strike up a conversation with him.

“I haven’t been watching really. It’s too strange to watch you two act like you’re having sex.” He admitted.

“I hadn’t thought of that before- picturing someone else instead of Tom.” Now with the idea in your head, you’d try to picture Harrison during the next scene.

“It’s just a suggestion.” Little did you know, he wanted you to think of him, not Tom; he wanted it to be him on the bed with you, not Tom.

“Places!” The director announced, and you went to untie your robe.

“Hold this for me?” You asked Harrison, handing him the robe. He stood there speechless as you walked off back to the bedroom set.

The director called action, sending you and Tom back to making out on the bed. You thought of Harrison as Tom kissed you, trying to lose yourself in the scene. After a moment, the director called cut, claiming that was the best take. Wanting another angle for the last take, he started rolling again.

So again, Tom kissed you while you pictured Harrison. You thought of how Harrison’s lips would feel tracing over your skin; how Harrison’s hands would feel caressing your sides. As scripted, Tom began to move his hips against yours and started to kiss your neck. It was written that you would moan out his character’s name, but you were so caught up in your own thoughts of Harrison that you couldn’t even try to think about the proper line.

“Oh, Harrison,” You moaned and Tom halted his movements. Realization hit you immediately and your eyes opened wide.

“Shit.” You muttered. You dared to look over, past the crew, to where Harrison stood. You didn’t have to wonder if he heard your mistake as he was standing frozen in shock, eyes wide and face red.

“I knew it.” Tom chuckled from on top of you. His laughter died when Harrison regained movement and dropped your robe, exiting the set without another word.

“Are we done?” You asked, looking over to the director.

“We’ll edit it.” He nodded. You shoved Tom off from on top of you and hurried to grab your robe. Avoiding the crew’s eyes, you rushed back to your trailer with your head down. You let out a heavy sigh once you shut your trailer door.

“So,” You jumped, looking over to see a still red Harrison sitting on your trailer’s couch as if he was waiting for you.

“Well, I took your advice.” You said after a moment, sitting down awkwardly next to him on the couch.

“I could tell.” He nodded, fidgeting with his hands. “I didn’t know you thought of me like that.”

“Harrison,” you sighed. Before you could get anything else out, he leaned in and kissed you. When he pulled away, you both smiled.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N. I’ve just been too scared to tell you, and when I figured out you were supposed to do a sex scene with Tom, I couldn’t handle it.” He explained. You placed a hand on his cheek, smiling softly.

“I’m in love with you too. I didn’t want to do all that with Tom. I want you.” You said, leaning in to kiss him again. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer to him.

And just like that, your concerns of the sex scene were free from your mind as Harrison held you in his arms.

~~~

Months later (a.k.a. whenever Cherry is supposed to come out now)

“Are you ready?” Harrison asked you as the car pulled up to the red carpet. You could already see the flashing cameras and bright lights outside.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” You smiled, straightening his tie one last time. Leaning in to kiss him, you said, “Damn, I’ve got the hottest date.”

“I think my date’s much hotter than yours.” He teased, going in to kiss you again. The driver knocked on the door, signaling it was time for you two to emerge from the vehicle. Harrison squeezed your hand reassuringly before you both got out of the car and started your walk on the red carpet.

You and Harrison had been red carpets before, but never as each other’s date. In fact, it was your first “major public outing” as a couple. Though it was for your movie with Tom, you were more than happy to show off Harrison. You two walked down the carpet together, stopping to talk to the fans and pausing for pictures. Tom made his way over to the two of you so that all three of you could get pictured together.

The press wanted pictures of you and Tom as the movie’s leads, and so Harrison stepped off to the side. They also called for individual shots of you before you got dragged into the carpet interviews, when all you really wanted to do was be with Harrison.

“So, Y/N, who’s your date tonight?” The interviewer asked, eyeing Harrison in the distance. You blushed, smiling over at him. He was too distracted talking to Tom to notice your gaze at first, but he smiled when he saw you already looking at him.

“That’d be my boyfriend, Harrison.” You answered.

“Do you want to invite him over here?” The interviewer suggested and you let out a small laugh.

“Sure.” You waved Harrison over to you and he wrapped an arm around your waist as he joined you at the interview.

“I’m getting the date questions tonight.” You teased, making him laugh.

“Oh I see.” He joked.

“How long have you two been together?” The interviewer asked, calling your attention back to them.

“Almost a year.” You replied and Harrison hummed in response.

“Now, how did the filming of the movie go, Y/N? You’ve been friends with Tom for years, right?”

“Yes, actually I went to school with Tom and Harrison, so we’ve all been close for a long time. It was definitely strange to act like a couple with Tom in the movie.” You laughed a little. You felt Harrison’s thumb begin to trace light circles on your hip; you knew it was his way of distracting himself from the nervous conversation.

“You’ve been friends for so long I would bet it’d be weird. Was it difficult to film that scene? How did you get through it?”

“Uh,” You chuckled nervously, placing one of your hands over Harrison’s on your waist, “We got through it by not talking about it. It was the most bizarre thing I’ve ever done, so it will definitely be interesting to sit through that tonight.”

Before the interviewer could press anymore, your manager came by, pushing you further down the carpet and inside the theater.

“That was the first time I’ve ever been asked about that.” You said quietly as you and Harrison took your seats. The seat beside you was open for Tom, who was still outside.

“You’re not wrong though. I don’t know how the three of us are going to watch that right now.” Harrison replied with a laugh.

“Well, I did get something good out of it.” You smiled, leaning in closer to him.

“Mm, and what was that?” He asked teasingly.

“One hell of a boyfriend.” You stated before kissing him passionately, not really caring about the rest of the theater filling up with the rest of the cast and crew.

“Hey, now, do I have to separate you two?” Tom asked loud enough to make you and Harrison jump apart from each other.

“I’m about to sit through two hours of you kissing my girl. I think I’m allowed to kiss her before the movie.” Harrison defended the two of you as Tom sat down beside you. You smiled at him calling you his girl.

“Yeah, yeah,” Tom playfully rolled his eyes. “We’re in an agreement though to not watch that scene, right?”

“Yes.” You and Harrison answered simultaneously.

As the movie began, Harrison gave your hand another reassuring squeeze, making you smile in the dark room.

And yes, when that scene came on, all three of you suddenly found the ground more interesting. And all three of you cringed from the sounds and the thoughts of it.

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camilieroart · 4 years ago

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Testimony of a French person during the pandemic.

I’m the french person. This testimony is featuring my school’s pressure and a lowering mental state.

I have been quarantined at home since March 2020. I have gone out maximum 20 times, always being really careful. For me and others.

I have a constant source of informations on what is going on in France and the world, and this causes a big flow of anxiety. I spent the entire summer vacation in my house, working on my project and being really productive. I didn’t see anyone, didn’t go anywhere. Just me, my parents and our two cats.

My classmates, however, aren’t as worried nor careful as me, and most importantly not as informed or free to act as they wish. So, they have gone out, and been to beaches and seen people, like the government said. Because yes, as soon as the summer vacation started, the French government declared that the virus was gone and that everyone had to go out and pay for stuffs, and spend money, to “keep the economy rolling”. Of course the Covid was still there.

As the start of the school year was closing in and that people in France had been getting sicker and sicker due to the craziness of the summer holiday, we thought that they would cancel, or at least push back the day. But no.

Around that time, I had also lost my uncle and my grand-mother (not due to the coronavirus), and the pressure of staying home this long, and having constant awful news about outside and how there wasn’t a glimpse of hope was having terrible effect to my mental state.

As back to school day arrived, we had made the decision to not send me back, although the government had said it was “mandatory”. However, I have worked hard all my life to get a diploma and go to a good college and have a degree, and I wasn’t giving up yet. So, we lied. Well, not really. We said we had to bury my grandmother and it was true. So I didn’t come the first week. The second, I catched a cold, and couldn’t make it due to the coughing. The third, I had a stomach ache...

My mother hates lying. She loathes it. It was incredibly hard for her to do so. But she did because if I went, I would probably kill my other grandma and maybe kill my parents. And have scars for life. And contaminate strangers.

What about my classmates, you ask ? They all went. I was the only one, of my whole class, to not have gone back. And boy, was I glad I did. I kept talking to my friends, and I heard how the teachers didn’t respect the safety distances nor put the masks correctly. I heard how in the cafeteria they were all sitting at the same table, pressed against eachothers without a mask. At that time, I already had heard horrible things and how poorly it was handled.

One week, as she had one of the CPE (head of the supervisors) on the phone, my mom had the first breakdown I have seen her have in years. She started crying and explained everything. She cried, and argumented and I was so shocked to see her like this. The truth was out ! I didn’t go to school because the safety stuffs the government put in place was bullshit.

We expected me to be kicked out in the following minutes. But, they couldn’t. I had been giving back all the homeworks and assignments I could, showing I wasn’t quitting. So, they couldn’t kick me out for being a quitter, and they couldn’t kick me out for trying to keep myself, my family and them safe. So they didn’t. Instead, they tried to push me into resigning.

At that point, it had been 5 months since I had really gotten out for something else than groceries. I hadn’t seen anyone, friends or even acquaintances for months. The school and news had been horribly stressing me out, and I had my first breakdown. Around a day after, we had a call from the school’s nurse. She asked me if I was okay, how I was doing, if I was sick... And that I should really go back to school. It’s senior year after all. I told her I heard they handled it badly. She called nonsense and stupid rumors, telling me lies that I immediatly understood were lies, selling bullshit and trying to force me to come back. I was very polite, made her understand that I would be trying if the situation got better, and hung up. It took us a minute to understand that she was trying to get evidence of me being kept home against my will and called social services. She didn’t call for my health at all. Thankfully, I handled it very well and we never heard back from her.

Not long after that incident, I heard of something that happened in my school that made me mad beyond understanding. Since the interns at the boarding school were forbidden from going out, the school decided to put a movie for them Wednesday afternoon. They said they asked students about what they would like to see but I highly doubt it. So, that Wednesday afternoon, when my classmates, seniors in highschool, with TONS of homework they had been working on where called in the auditorium for “informations” they had no choice but to go. The informations were given, and they were about to leave to resume working when the CPE and the deputy director stopped them.

They said my classmates HAD to see this movie, it was mandatory. Let me insist on the fact that they were around a hundred, all in a closed space, in the middle of a pandemic. Yes ? Great. So, my friends protested, saying that they had to work and didn’t want to stay. The deputy director started cutting them off to keep repeating some bullshit like “we made that for you” “we listenned and gave you this” “we worked hard on this”, like 5th graders. Until they said “I’m your superior and I order you to stay. Now shut up and take a sit”. My friends were astonished but did as asked. Which was incredibly unsafe and even dangerous (closed space, no safety distances...). And that movie that was “for the students” and “they worked hard on” was a goddamn movie about the Shoah. And I SWEAR TO GOD, there was panic attacks in the room, breakdowns, terrible reactions, and they didn’t give two shit about it.

And a day or so before, the nursed called to say I had to go back because it was “safe and everything was ok”. I was boiling.

After that incident, one of my teachers requested a call with me to talk about the class I had been missing. Very aware of the manipulative state of my school at that time, we were really careful, and a bit worried about it. Turned out it was a call of a genuine teacher that actually wanted to talk about the classes I had been missing and the homeworks I had been giving ! Of course he quickly tried to get convince me to come back, but I handled it well, once again. It was the highlight of my day.

At that point it had been 8 months since I had last been really out.

I had severals other breakdowns, mostly due to the ungodly stress I had been under because of school and news. I had been stressed out for 8 months now, and what had to happen, happened.

I had a burn out.

My mental state was so low I couldn’t even do what I love. I couldn’t write, I couldn’t draw. All I could do was watch shows and movies, or stare at the ceiling for hours. This was incredibly frustrating and scary. I couldn’t do my homeworks, and we feared I might get kicked out.

Then a miracle happened. Which is sad it got to that, but it was one. My teacher got quarantined, and started online classes. I had my first class of the year on November 14th. And I was there ! I answered tons of questions, and it kind of shocked everyone in class to realize I existed and was still trying to follow the classes.

It allowed to get better, and keep a very small following of school.

A week ago I have been able to do my Spanish homework. I am slowly getting better, trying to avoid stress and work as much as I can.

What I haven’t been able to talk about but did happen :

-One of my classmates caught the virus and she realized it a week later. The school said it was useless to quarantine her now and let her go back to class. The first thing she did was take off her mask and lean in everyone she was talking to. -I haven’t got any of my art classes since the beginning of the year. My teachers made the class believe they were giving it to me when they didn’t. I am specialized in art. -One of my classmates have been diagnosticated with depression. We’re 17. Several others have depression tendencies. -The school is trying to ignore us by not responding to anything we send, hoping we’ll resign. The pressure is still there. -We learned recently that many other parents and students had done the same thing and the schools have put pressure on them too. Some threatened the family. We hadn’t hear about it until now because schools are covering it up -Schools are covering numbers even inside. Most teachers doesn’t even know if a kid has Covid or not. If the teachers get sick, they are forced to immediatly go back to school.

This has been written the 22 november of 2020, in France.

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lokiprompts · 3 years ago

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The Little Things - GN One Shot

Summary: You start to question your relationship with your boyfriend when you get sick. Guess who will be there to comfort you? Loki, duh.

Warnings: Illness, your boyfriend is a jerk. Some swearing. This is NOT a COVID fic.

Words: ~2.6k

“You deserve someone who loves you just as fiercely as you love them.” Her words were so simple, but they hit you right in the heart. She was right. You had a lot to think about.

“Hi Steve,” You said, trying to sound as happy as possible despite your sickly state.

“You sound horrible.” He muttered and you scrunched your nose. Thanks for the reminder.

“I know the traffic is inconvenient, but I really just want to go home and lay down. I don’t want to be out more than I need to. I feel horrible.” You pleaded. When did your eyes get teary?

“I know you’re sick, but that doesn’t mean you have to be such a selfish bitch about it.”

“What? What is it?!” Loki’s eyes were even wider, wild with worry. You weren’t sure how much he heard from your conversation, so opted to be as vague as possible.

Loki hummed thoughtfully for a brief moment, before looking back at you.

“What do you need?” The question shocked you. When was the last time someone asked you that? You chewed on your lower lip, debating even saying anything to him. You felt guilty for even considering asking him to help you, but you shook that thought away quickly. If he is offering, you should take it. You deserve to be taken care of too.

“If you wouldn’t mind, I need some cough medicine. I think there is a store around here somewhere where you can get it.”

“Say no more, Darling. I will fetch it for you.” It was the second time he used a pet name during your conversation and well, ever, and your cheeks flushed. The now pink cheeks only turned redder when he lifted one of your hands up and place a soft kiss on your knuckles. With a charming wink and a flourish of green, he was gone and leaving you flustered.

You picked at the remnants of your lunch anxiously as you waited. Ten minutes or so went by, but it felt like ages. As more time went by, you started to consider that Loki may have just simply left. Yes, you were always kind to him, but he hardly spoke to you. Now, he was getting you medicine from the store? The notion was wild to you. But just as your thoughts started to run rampant, he appeared back next to you in another cloud of green.

“Oh, wow,” you jumped at his sudden appearance, “you’re back.” He chuckled and put a bag down in front of you.

“Yes, I am back. I think I got the right medicine. I am sorry it took me so long, but I was talking to someone there about what would be the right thing to purchase for you.” After hearing him, you smacked your forehead, and he furrowed his brows at you in confusion.

“I am so sorry, Loki. My wallet is in my office. I can grab it and pay you back.” You stood up and started to gather your things, but Loki put a hand on your shoulder to stop you.

“It is my pleasure, Darling. Payment isn’t necessary. But I must insist you get comfortable in your room here and focus on getting better.” Of course, he heard. You hadn’t seen him in the room, but he always seems to be around. You also forgot about his godly hearing.

“So, you heard?” It didn’t hurt to ask, and he gave you a solemn nod that confirmed it. The embarrassment of the situation weighed heavy on your heart, and you shifted your gaze down at your feet. You were a prideful person, always appearing strong in front of others. Now, Loki knew of your breakup. Loki stepped forward and placed a tender finger under your chin, lifting so you were now looking at him.

“He should have never called you that,” How much did he hear? You really underestimated his hearing, but you didn’t think too long on that as you got lost in his crystal blue eyes. They were filled with worry, but also a quiet rage you never saw in him before. His jaw was tense, and his nostrils flared. It looked like he was trying to maintain control. You never felt intimidated around Loki before, but seeing his eyes like this, just showing a hint of anger, made you understand why so many people feared him. But why was he looking like that at you about your breakup? All if the Avengers were very protective of you, but this seemed different. More intimate.

A fit of coughs interrupted your moment and you separated quickly from him, burying your mouth in the crook if your elbow. Once it passed, you groaned, sniffled, and held your head. You were so ready for bed.

“Come, Pet, let’s get you in bed, shall we? I can make you some soup. I hear it helps most Midgardian ailments like this.”

“You can cook soup? A didn’t think a prince of Asgard could cook,” You teased, trying desperately to ignore the fact that he just called you ‘pet’ and how it did all sorts of things to your body. He flashed you his trademark grin.

“Well, it is far from homemade. It is in a can, but the clerk at the store assured me it is great.” Then, without another word, he scooped up the shopping bag and all your items in one arm and placed a gentlemanly hand on your back. He insisted on carrying everything, despite your protests. Granted, in your sickly state you hardly put up a fight. Loki gently guided you down the hallway, towards one of the few unoccupied rooms in the tower.

As you walked together, you couldn’t help but steal glances at him. It was just a few moments, just some simple things, but the care he showed you was like a balm for your soul. You found yourself looking at Loki of Asgard differently and you welcomed the change.

It’s the littlest things that matter the most.

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mysticm3ss · 5 years ago

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a new home | jumin x fem!mc

words: 1.8k

warnings: references to covid-19. also inaccuracies probably, idk how south korea is handling the outbreak, i’m just using my own experiences bc that’s what i know and writing this was more of a therapy for me than anything else.

summary: you’re staying with jumin during the covid-19 quarantine. he’s down. you comfort him. that’s it folks

i never ever thought i’d be writing a jumin fic without a prompt but i had a dream last night and it made me hella soft for this man so i had to write about it! apologies if his characterisation feels off at all, i don’t normally write much for jumin.

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“Thank you so much for letting me stay, Jumin… with everything happening, I… I don’t think I can handle being totally alone when we go into lockdown. Are you absolutely sure I’m not imposing?”

Jumin hums in amusement at your fretting, shaking his head. “I’m certain. I’d never wish for you to feel so lonely indefinitely, MC. You’re more than welcome to stay until all of this blows over, and for as long as you’d like afterwards. Besides,” he reasons, “it might be nice to have some company.”

“You’ll never know how much I appreciate it,” you sigh, tension draining from your shoulders as you set your suitcase at the foot of the spare bed. It’s covers are dark blue, sleek, not a hint of lint clinging to the soft fabric.

“It’s nothing. Make yourself at home—you’re welcome to anything in the penthouse. We’ve plenty of food, though I’m afraid the chef won’t be able to cook for us until this situation is resolved. My apologies.”

“Oh, Jumin, I assure you, that’s fine. I like cooking, anyway.”

A smile tugs at the corner of Jumin’s lips. “Perhaps you’d allow me to try your cooking at some stage, MC. You’ve got me curious.”

You laugh, and Jumin’s responding smile has your stomach fluttering and your heart melting like warm honey. The amusement reaches his eyes, and their grey depths gleam silver in the soft glow of the bedroom light. You wonder if this is the first genuine smile of his you’ve seen, and you berate yourself for the burning of your cheeks. The mere curve of a mouth shouldn’t elicit such a response—he didn’t even show teeth, for God’s sake…

“I’m sure we’ll have plenty of opportunities for that.” You manage to suppress the tremor in your tone, and your fingers fiddle anxiously at your side, the pad of your thumb rubbing anxious circles against your forefinger.

Jumin chuckles. “I’m sure we will. I’ll allow you to settle—I’ll be in my office, should you need anything.”

As he leaves, you swear you can see the trace of a blush on his cheeks.

Ignoring the unreasonable stammer of your heart, you half-heartedly begin to unpack. Toiletries in the ensuite (is that really a marble bathtub?!), a few clothes in the closet, a sentimental soft toy by your pillow. Floor to ceiling windows look out to the sun dipping below the city, and you watch the few people who dared venture outside scramble to return home, their arms loaded with grocery bags stuffed with toilet paper and non-perishables as the fading light stains them blood red. You’ve never seen the city so quiet.

You jump as something brushes your leg, and you glance down to see Elizabeth the Third rubbing against your ankle. She headbutts your hand as you extend it to her, leaving stray white hairs clinging to your skin. They’re finer than silk, and just as soft.

“She’s lovely, isn’t she?”

Jumin’s voice drips with affection as he scoops up the cat in his arms and sits by your side, the bed dipping beneath his weight. Elizabeth settles into his lap, face buried in his Amarni suit as she purrs contentedly. He strokes her fur with long, slender fingers, and you look up to see his magnetic eyes searching yours for a response.

What was the question, again?

“R-right.”

Jumin smiles again, and it has your knees weak. There’s a reason it’s his face plastered across magazine covers, and not his father’s.

“Let me cook for you tonight. What would you like?”

“Oh, anything is fine…” you’re quick to assure him. “Whatever you feel like making.”

Jumin considers for a moment, eyes flitting to the window as the last streaks of sunlight fade into darkness, broken by the glittering of city lights. He licks his lips in thought, tongue catching between his teeth. You swallow. Hard.

“I should call the chef and ask for recommendations,” he concludes, nodding to himself. “I’ll leave you be.”

The bed springs up as Jumin gets to his feet, immediately lamenting his absence as he walks to the door. Elizabeth, having moved a few moments ago, blinks slowly at you before stalking after her master, the tip of her tail flicking in contentment as she leaves.

You look back to the city, though your attention is stolen as your phone vibrates in your pocket. Dragging it out, you smile as you see a notification from the messenger, immediately opening it.

707: Hey hey! It’s MC!!

707: I heard from a little birdie that you’re living with Mr. CEO-In-Line!!!

ZEN: She’s what?!

ZEN: MC, you need to leave!!

ZEN: We’re going into lockdown, you can’t be trapped alone with him and that furball!!

ZEN: Quick!!

ZEN: Do you need me to come rescue you?!?!

MC: Haha it’s okay, Zen, I decided to stay here for a while. I’d get too lonely trapped in my apartment by myself, and there are some issues with rent…

707: Ooooh, Jumin and MC, sitting in a tree…!

ZEN: MC, you could’ve stayed with me!! I… don’t have much in the fridge, and… the spare room is only small, but…

MC: That’s very sweet of you, Zen, but I’m fine here. I promise.

ZEN: Okay… but if he does anything…

MC: I’ll let you know if I’m uncomfortable, okay? Thanks for looking out for me.

707: Soooo, now that that’s settled… are you sleeping in his room with him…?

You flush at Seven’s insinuation, shaking your head to yourself to clear the onslaught of inappropriate thoughts that had involuntarily clouded your mind.

MC: No!! I’m in a spare bedroom!!! We’re just friends!!

MC: I should go now, anyway. Jumin’s in the living room, I’ll go hang out.

ZEN: Okay… be careful!! Bye, MC!

[ZEN has left the chat room]

707: lol ok have fun lovebirds, get it on you two!!

[707 has left the chat room]

Shaking your head fondly, you set down your phone and get to your feet. Walking to the living room, you pause outside the door at the hard tone of Jumin’s voice.

“Yes, I realise what it looks like, but as I said, the tabloids are not my concern. She’s staying here, arrangements have already been made. As I see it, this is no more an issue to the company than your plethora of lovers. I wish you and your latest both luck in the quarantine.”

Jumin’s cold tone falls into silence, and you hesitantly step into the room to see Jumin sitting at the edge of the couch, his eyes closed and head tilted down as he shakes it to himself. A heavy breath falls through his nose.

“Is… everything okay?”

He looks up immediately, clearing his throat as he straightens his posture. He smiles demurely, though it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Yes, of course. I was just speaking to my father… is everything to your liking?”

Chewing your lower lip, you hesitantly take the space next to Jumin. His body radiates warmth, the fresh scent of his cologne wafting in the space between you. From all of your interactions in the messenger, you’d sometimes forgotten that Jumin was a real, flesh and blood human being; warm skin despite the coolness of his tone, with feelings that brewed beneath it, under the expensive suits and shoulders burdened with inherited responsibility.

“Yeah, everything’s great… is everything alright with your father? You seem upset…”

Jumin’s jaw twitches, and his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “I’m fine,” he replies coolly, an emotionless smile etched over his features. In this moment, he resembles more a mannequin, or perhaps an android, than a human. His face betrays no hint of feeling.

“I know you’re not.”

Jumin falters.

There it is again. That undeniable, profound humanity.

You see it in the tremble of his lip, the swift droop of his eyes, the shaky breath that he tries so hard to contain. The fist he rests on his knee clenches briefly, and you tentatively rest your hand over his.

He stiffens at the skin-to-skin contact, looking at you in vague disbelief as you offer a sympathetic smile. “Talk to me, honey.”

Jumin’s eyes widen at the endearment, and the reply that follows is so soft, so timid, that there’s a pang in your chest at the sound.

“...how?”

You squeeze his hand. “Just… tell me what’s going through your mind. Sometimes it helps to share.”

He hesitates. You backtrack.

“There’s no pressure if you don’t want to… just know that I’m here whenever you do.”

Jumin shakes his head. “It’s not that… I suppose I just… don’t know where to start. All of my thoughts are so… tangled, that… I’m not sure I can unravel them.”

His voice breaks, and so does your heart.

“Jumin… can I hug you?”

His eyes widen again, but eventually, he nods.

Your arms close around him, your grip loose at first, giving him room to pull away should he so choose. He doesn’t. Though his body is stiff at first, he finally sags against you, breathing ragged as his head falls into the crook of your neck, skin on skin, hot and soft. You run your fingers through his hair as you hear Jumin inhale sharply against your shoulder. You feel the heave of his chest, feel his eyes as they squeeze shut, feel his fingertips digging into the softness of your waist as he clings to you helplessly. Idly, you wonder how long it’s been since he’s been held, since he’s been soothed. Your heart aches at the likely answer. You don’t dwell on the thought.

“You’re okay,” you whisper against his temple. “I’m here. It’s okay.”

With another shaky breath, Jumin pulls away. His hair is messed, his suit disheveled, and his eyes alight with a vulnerability that seems so foreign and yet so normal—so painfully human. His breathing comes in soft exhales through his mouth, and his gaze is tender as he drinks in the sight of you, as though he were a parched man and you were fresh rain.

Jumin raises his hand to your cheek, his thumb smoothing over the skin, marveling in the softness and the blush that rises to your cheeks. He doesn’t say anything, simply leans in close. You feel his breath on your lips, and the hairs on your arms rise as his mouth meets yours.

The kiss is slow and a little clumsy; you can feel your heart slamming against your ribs as he draws you in closer, clutching you desperately as he breathes you in. Your hand slides around to lay against his neck, and he continues to cup your cheek, eyes closed as he melts into every movement of your mouth against his.

When he pulls away, your cheeks are aflame, and his ears are scarlet.

“My apologies, I shouldn’t have…”

“Don’t apologise.” Your words come as a whisper, though more eager than you’d intended. You’re met with a gentle smile that makes your heart glow, and again, he leans in to kiss you.

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