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written-with-clouds · 16 days ago

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Monstober Day 3: Zombies (WooSan)

Day 3/13

Summary: Warm Bodies AU

CW: Cursing and implied sex at the end.

not beta read

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What. The. Fuck.

It was a simple recon mission, get in, get medicine, get out. That’s all. He’s done it a hundred times before, they all had. They should have seen the signs. They should have left at the first bit of noise. But no, Changbin said it was ‘fine’ and they were ‘overreacting’. And what did that get him? Dead. It got Changbin dead. Along with three others of their six person group. Yeosang had lived, thank god. And Wooyoung? Wooyoung got kidnapped by a zombie! Just… claimed. Like some morbid pet. And now, said zombie, left him alone in an abandoned airplane, surrounded by other-less friendly looking- zombies that would probably love to kill and eat his brains.

Wooyoung woke up, sore and with a leg cramp. Stupid airplane seats. He at least wasn’t cold thanks to the blanket wrapped around him. Wooyoung snuggles into it slightly, sighing deeply and closing his eyes again.

Before immediately reopening them. Where did this blanket come from?

Wooyoung slowly turns, scanning the plane’s interior and nearly jumping out of his skin in the process.

“Shit!” Wooyoung yells. The zombie had returned sometime last night and is now sitting two aisles over staring right at him. “Don’t do that!”

“D-do… wha-t?” Mr Zombie asks, tilting his head like a puppy.

“Watch people sleep! It’s creepy and off putting, undead or not.” A beat of silence and wooyoung snickers to himself. “In fact it’s probably worse because you’re dead.”

Mr Zombie laughs. It’s a little… weird sounding, more a strained, gurgling, cough like sound. But it’s definitely a laugh. And he smiles, crooked and forced.. but all the same, it’s a smile.

“Why did you bring me here?” Wooyoung asks, turning his body to face Mr Zombie. “What do you want with me?”

Mr Zombie thinks for a long moment, his brows knitting together. “Don’t k-now.”

“Are you going to eat me? Cause I won’t be tasty.. I’m too bitter.” Mr Zombie looks at Wooyoung, his eyes wide and almost innocent looking.

“N-o… not e-at.” He points at himself then to Wooyoung, “keep sa-fe.”

“Well then... I need food.” Wooyoung says and his stomach growls, just to prove his point. Mr Zombie grunts and nods, standing to leave he turns to Wooyoung not once, but twice, motioning him to stay put like an untrained dog. Wooyoung was not an untrained dog.

Maybe Wooyoung was a little like an untrained dog. And look where that got him… again. Hiding behind the wheel of a plane while about a dozen zombies sniff him out.

A hand on his shoulder startles him. Turning, ready to fight, he’s suddenly face-to-face with Mr Zombie.

“T-old you.. not sa-fe.” Mr Zombie chastises.

Wooyoung rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I see that.” Mr Zombie brushes a hand down his face, wiping old blood on it. He sniffs the air around Wooyoung before making a satisfactory ‘mm’ and standing.

“Be… dead” Wooyoung makes exaggerated groaning sounds and fake limps to mimic the zombies. “Too… m-uch.” Wooyoung rolls his eyes, but dials it back.

“I’m still hungry… just so you know,” he whispers to Mr. Zombie.

Wooyoung sighs happily now that his stomach isn’t trying to eat itself. “Ya know.. as far as zombies go, you’re not so bad, Mr Zombie.”

“N-ot my na-me.” Mr Zombie replies.

“You actually have a name? What is it?” Wooyoung asks, intrigued.

“Sss-an.” He struggles on the ‘s’ sound a little but manages well enough.

“San?” Wooyoung clarifies. “Your name is San?” Mr Zombie San nods his head excitedly.

“Well, San… I need to go home.” Wooyoung tries.

“No-t safe” Damnit, Wooyoung thinks.

“I know, I know… but you got me in here, you can get me out. I understand that you saved me, and I’m grateful.. but I can’t stay here.” Wooyoung reasons, then mentally laughs at himself. He’s reasoning with a zombie. Although this one is different.

“Need to w-ait… they’ll no-tice” Okay… Wooyoung could work with that.

“Wait for how long?” San thinks for a moment, Wooyoung can practically see the gears working in his head.

“F-ew days.”

“Fine. But only a few days, otherwise I'll find a way out myself.”

The few days went by relatively fast. Wooyoung and San talked… Well, mostly Wooyoung talked, but San is a really good listener. Wooyoung went through all the things San had collected, taught him how to dance, tried dressing him in various accessories. It was almost fun. He even got to drive a car that San showed him!

But the few days had ended, and he was still stuck at the airport. So, that night, after San thought he had fallen asleep and walked into a different part of the plane, likely to feed, Wooyoung left.

He made it a decent distance to… getting inside one of the buildings. And then he kicked a metal can and sent it skidding on the floor. Alerting a small group of zombies. He found a weed wacker that still turned on, thank god, but was quickly surrounded.

Then San showed up. He rushes in, taking out the zombies. “T-old you. Not s-safe.”

“It’s been a few days, San. I’m going home.” Wooyoung says stubbornly.

San grumbles, “Stay…. Tog-ether. Safe.”

“Fine.. stay together.” Wooyoung resigns. One of the zombies staggers to a standing position, looking pissed. “Alive! Eat!” He yells out.

“No!” San yells back.

“Eat!” It yells again, taking a step towards them only to freeze as a low growling fills the room. In the doorway at the far end of the room stands a skeletal figure.

“Holy shit.” Wooyoung gasps. San grabs his hand, still looking at the other zombie.

“We go.” He says, and they turn to leave. They head down a flight of stairs, running as the skeletal creature chases them.

Why the fuck is it so fast!? Wooyoung thinks to himself, pushing his legs to move faster. They just barely manage to get into a large garage and shut the door before it can get to them. Ducking under a partially open garage door, they’re met with three more skeleton creatures. San moves Wooyoung behind him, and gets in a stance to fight. But just as the creatures are about to move, the same zombie that was yelling at San to eat Wooyoung, runs them over with a luggage cart.

“Come with me,” the zombie says in a raspy voice. San smiles and walks forward.

“No!” Wooyoung says.

“Want to help.” The zombie responds. San looks between the two of them.

“Fuck you.” Wooyoung says.

The zombie huffs a laugh, “Like him.” He says to San, who turns to Wooyoung.

“It’s… okay.” San says, motioning towards the cart. Wooyoung grumbles to himself but gets on the cart regardless.

The zombie takes them to the car garage and Wooyoung jumps out as soon as the cart stops, heading for the car San had previously brought him too. A large crowd of zombies stumbles out in front of them, blocking the path to the car.

“San..” Wooyoung calls over his shoulder to where San had been… talking–he thinks–to the other zombie.

San walks up next to Wooyoung, watching the crowd. This time, it’s Wooyoung that grabs San’s hand–it’s surprisingly warm, Wooyoung thinks. San looks down at their hands, then up to Wooyoung’s eyes, and finally back to the crowd.

The horde hasn’t moved, they’re just standing there, staring at San and Wooyoung. So, San takes a chance. He tentatively begins walking, and the crowd of zombies parts to let them pass. One by one, they shuffle aside to allow San and Wooyoung through. The zombies watch as they climb into the car and Wooyoung turns it on before finally, they begin stumbling around aimlessly. Wooyoung takes one look in the rear view mirror at the zombie in the luggage cart then glances at San, who is turned in his seat to watch behind them, and puts the car in drive.

Of course San has the one car with no fucking roof. And, because Mother Nature has a sense of humor, it starts to rain. But not just a light trickle or a sprinkle… no it’s a goddamn downpour.

At least the windshield wipers work… and the headlights.

After about two hours of torrential downpour, it finally stops raining. Leaving San and Wooyoung soaked. And, more importantly, leaving Wooyoung chilled to the bone. His teeth are practically chattering so loud he can’t hear himself think!

“I can’t take it anymore! I’m pulling over.” Wooyoung declares, startling San out of whatever thought process he was having. Weird… Wooyoung thinks, didn’t think zombies could startle.

He pulls off the main road and into a neighborhood, parking in front of a house that still had a functioning door and minimal window damage. Perfect to hunker down inside of overnight.

“God I hope there’s food in there.” Wooyoung says, mostly just to himself but San still hums beside him as they walk up the porch. Wooyoung tries the door but it’s locked. He groans and starts searching for something to break one of the windows with, when he notices San get suspiciously far from the door.

“What are you- Oh my god!” San sprints at the door and shoves his shoulder against it, popping it open. Wooyoung stands in the doorway, dumbfounded as San just turns towards him and smiles. He has dimples… Wooyoung shakes his head, steps inside and shuts the door as much as he can. If he props a chair against it for good measure, that’s no one’s business but his own.

He busies himself snooping through all the abandoned items, family portraits, dead flowers, books left partially read, and most exciting, a polaroid camera.

“Awesome! I haven’t seen these in years… San, say cheese.” Wooyoung snaps a photo, the flash going off and startling San momentarily. “It’s always good to capture the moment… helps you remember what you’ve done in life…” He hands the camera to San, “Wanna try?”

San nods, taking the camera from him and pointing it at Wooyoung. He smiles and San takes a photo, it’s blurry and Wooyoung isn’t fully in it, but San smiles at it nonetheless before sticking it in his pocket.

A bit later, after he’d eaten–Wooyoung had found some canned beans and made a makeshift fire to warm them over–and dried off slightly, he found San looking at a magazine in the living room.

“The bed still seems okay, so I’m gonna sleep…” Wooyoung turns to head back to the bedroom before turning back to San, “If you want to.. you can sleep in there.. on the floor… obviously…” He turns and quickly walks to the bedroom, San following behind him.

Wooyoung shivers again, pulling the covers closer against him. “God, it’s fucking freezing… Can you feel the cold?” He asks San, who is laying on the floor next to the bed. No pillow, no blanket.

San shakes his head, then stops and his eyebrows kind of crease–Wooyoung’s come to realize that this means San is thinking about something–before he shrugs. “Kind o-of?”

“Kind of… like.. you know it’s cold and you can feel the temperature.. but it doesn't affect you?” Wooyoung asks in response. San nods and Wooyoung hums in acknowledgment.

He tosses and turns in the bed, curling in on himself before groaning and dramatically flipping over to look at San. “Get under the covers… you still have some body warmth and I need all I can get right now.”

When San just stares at him dumbly Wooyoung continues. “Come on… please? It’s freezing!” A few more minutes of blank staring and San finally moves, stiffly climbing into the bed.

Wooyoung covers both of them and curls into San, sighing happily at the added warmth. “I don’t fully understand how you have body heat… but I’m not going to complain or question it right now..”

“Don’t know ei-ther..” San mumbles quietly.

Wooyoung yawns, his eyes closing. “In a way.. I’m glad I met you, San…” he takes a deep breath, “Goodnight..”

And if he dreams of a certain zombie that night, he’ll never tell.

In the morning, the two of them set out. Driving as far as the car would take them before it ran out of gas and then walking the rest of the way. Stopping a short ways before the main entrance to the walled off city.

“Here’s where we part… if you go any further they’ll spot you and kill you..” Wooyoung says.

San looks at him like he wants to say something, but doesn’t know how.

“Thank you.. again… for saving me. Multiple times..” Wooyoung steps forward and before he can think otherwise, goes up on his toes and kisses San’s cheek. “Goodbye San.”

“You what?” Yeosang whisper yells.

Wooyoung points a finger at him, “You said you wouldn’t judge me!”

“No.. I’m not judging.. I’m deeply concerned for your mental state.. maybe he did something to your brain.” Yeosang pretends to stroke a beard, acting as if he’s deep in thought.

Wooyoung shoves his shoulder. “He didn’t do anything…he’s just… god I don’t know,” he runs his hands down his face. “He’s nothing like we’ve seen. He can speak, sure it’s choppy at best, but he held conversations with me! Yeosang, he made decisions based on thought! He wasn’t mindless!”

“I’m not saying I don’t believe you, Youngie… but it’s hard to imagine.. and you were MIA for nearly two weeks…” Yeosang sympathizes.

Wooyoung sighs, “I’m tired… I think I’m gonna get ready for bed…”

“Wooyoung please..” Yeosang tries. Wooyoung, already up and moving to shoo the other out of his room.

“Yeosang..” Wooyoung says, looking at his closest friend pleadingly. “Not tonight…”

Yeosang nods, relenting. “Fine… but we will continue this conversation tomorrow. Good night, Youngie.. it’s good to have you back.”

“Good night Sangie..” Wooyoung shuts and locks the door, leaning his back against it and letting out a breath. He pads over to the balcony doors and steps outside, sitting on top of the thick stone railing and looking out at the horizon.

“Woo-young.” A familiar choppy voice calls. “Wooyoung.”

“San?” Wooyoung whisper yells, leaning over the balcony rail. “What are you doing here! It’s dangerous!”

“Wanted t-to see you,” San smiled up at Wooyoung, his cheeks dimpling.

“Wooyoung! Shut up, I’m trying to sleep!” Yeosang yells from the other room.

“Sorry!” Wooyoung calls back over his shoulder. “Are you crazy? The people here will kill you the second they see you… Do you understand that?”

San nods, “Yes.”

The door creaks open as Yeosang walks through Wooyoung’s bedroom and out to the balcony, “Seriously, Wooyoung, stop talking to yourse–Oh my god!” Yeosang notices San, “Is that him?”

“Maybe…” Wooyoung draws out. Yeosang looks at him, unimpressed, and Wooyoung’s shoulders sag. “Yes… that’s him”

Yeosang looks back at San, who waves at him. “...Hi” Yeosang says.

Alright… this is new. Zombies are changing… and for the better it would seem. Not just San, but a large group of them.. And those skeleton creatures are chasing them.

One make-over montage later, and San looks normal. Well, more normal than before at least. Now they just need to get San through the city to speak with Wooyoung’s dad. Should be easy… right?

“Go back home. Barricade yourself and Yeosang in the shelter.” Wooyoung’s dad says. This was not going well, he wasn’t listening to Wooyoung.

“Dad, please” Wooyoung pleads.

“Go, Wooyoung. Now” His dad, having turned to look at Wooyoung when talking to him, bumped right into San. Wooyoung rushes past his dad and grabs San’s hand.

“H-hi..” San stutters.

“Who are you?” His father asks.

“This is San…” Wooyoung answers.

“I didn’t ask you. I asked him.” He scrutinizes San, looking him up and down. When all San manages to do is stammer, his dad speaks again. “You’re a corpse, aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question.

“He saved me.. Dad. He kept me safe… I don’t know how but I triggered something in him and his change must have triggered the others..” Wooyoung explains, worriedly watching his dad.

His dad nods slowly. “Oh.. you triggered something in him, I see…well he’s triggered something in me.” Before either San or Wooyoung could react, his dad had San pinned against a wall with a gun pointed at his head. “Things don’t get better, Wooyoung. They get Worse. People don’t change back. They change into them. And then I shoot them in the head.”

“Dad, no. That’s not what’s happening!” A gun cocks and Yeosang steps up behind Wooyoung’s dad.

“I’m sorry about this, Mr. Jung,” Yeosang says,”Go, Wooyoung. Get out of here… Just stay safe.”

Wooyoung pulls San away and they leave. Running out into the empty back streets of the city.

“That… could have been better..” Wooyoung says, slowing to a walk. “What now?”

“Need to get t-to the stadium… tell the o-others.” San replies. His voice is more steady than in the past, Wooyoung notices, he isn’t stuttering on words like he used to.

It’s not long after that, alarms start blaring through the city and bright flood lights illuminate the roads.

“Shit!” Wooyoung curses. “Get to the subway!”

“Woah…” Wooyoung breaths. They finally arrived at the stadium and San wasn’t kidding. Nearly the whole airport had started changing.

One of the zombies moves to the front of the horde, it’s the one that helped them escape the skeleton beasts.

“San…Wooy-oung,” He says. “R-ready to fight..”

“I see…” Wooyoung replies, still trying to believe what he’s seeing.

“Soldiers coming too…” San updates. And on cue, the roar of the skeleton creatures echo throughout the room. Thuds on the glass ceiling make everyone look up, and holy shit! They're climbing on the roof!

“Run,” the zombie says.

“Keep them o-out.” San replies and the zombie nods at him.

Just as the glass shatters and the skeletons start to drop into the stadium, Wooyoung and San run onto the field. A screeching roar sounds behind them and Wooyoung glances back. A few of them had managed to slip past the zombies and are now following them. Wooyoung fires a few bullets at them from the gun he always kept on his belt, hitting and killing two of them.

They continue running, making it out the other side of the field, as soldiers storm the building. Two more skeletons jump out, managing to tackle both San and Wooyoung, knocking his gun out of his hand in the process. San manages to break free and smashes the head of the skeleton attacking him, before killing the one on top of Wooyoung.

“Thanks..” Wooyoung pants, grabbing his gun and standing as he and San start to run again.

They run until they can’t anymore, stuck between a multi story drop, or death by skeleton creatures.

“Hold on to me…” San says, pulling Wooyoung against his front. “Keep you safe.”

“What?” Wooyoung asks before screaming as San leans back, falling off of the ledge and taking the brunt of the fall into the water.

Wooyoung comes up for air first, sputtering around the water he swallowed. “San?” He calls, looking beneath the water he sees San floating slowly towards the top, unmoving. “San!”

He dives back under, pulling San up. It takes a few agonizing seconds before San coughs, spitting out water. They stay there, in each other embrace for a few lingering moments before Wooyoung just can’t take it anymore and leans in.

San lips are surprisingly soft and warm as they slot against Wooyoung’s. His hands tighten in San's hair and San grips the back of his shirt tightly. They pull apart panting and Wooyoung places his forehead against San’s, smiling.

“I can’t believe I didn’t do that sooner..” He jokes, San giggles at him.

A gunshot rings out as San gets hit in the shoulder and Wooyoung turns to find his father and a dozen or so soldiers.

“Move, Wooyoung.” His dad commands.

“No, Dad! Listen to me… they need our help!” Wooyoung pleads. “I know you lost people.. I lost them too… but just look at him.” Wooyoung glances back at San, “He’s… oh my god! He’s bleeding!” Wooyoung yells. “Corpses don’t bleed, Dad!”

The soldiers slowly lower the guns, followed by his dad. Wooyoung turns back to San, smiling.

“You’re alive!” San nods, smiling back. “Does it hurt?”

“A little,” San jokes and Wooyoung laughs in shock. They slowly wade through the water as soldiers lean over the edge to help them out.

“This is Colonel Jung, the situation changed.” He hears his dad say into his walkie talkie.

Three months later

Wooyoung stretches his arms above his head, rolling over in his bed and snuggling into the warm body beside him. Strong arms wrap around him and a kiss is placed against his head.

“Good morning,” San says, voice gravely with sleep.

“Mmm,” Wooyoung groans. “Too early… and you’re warm..” he snuggles in closer.

San rubs a hand over his back, “I know… but we gotta get up.”

Wooyoung burrows his head into San’s chest, letting out a muffled ‘Ugh’ before sitting up with a dramatic huff. San watches him fondly, sitting up himself.

“What?” Wooyoung asks, noticing that San was watching him.

“Nothing… just thinking about how much I love you,” San says.

“Wooyoung smiles teasingly, “oh yeah? That it?” He leans in close to San.

“I’m also thinking about how cute you look in my shirt..” San husks, nipping at Wooyoung’s lip.

“How long do you think we have before someone comes looking for us?” Wooyoung asks, climbing into San’s lap.

San pulls the blanket around the both of them, “I’d say we have around thirty minutes,”

Wooyoung pushes San down and pulls the blanket up over both of their heads. “Hmm.. you’ll have to be quick then..”

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lifesver · 1 month ago

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Im so in love with you and your friends’s interpretations of the victims, can I ask how you and your friends are able to develop such interesting lore for them?

hey anon! this is so, so kind, thank you sm for the message <3 ;; honestly like, i think the best answer is everything my writing partners/pals and i have written on these blogs has been a slow-cooked built over time kind of endeavor! stuff that has definitely changed and developed majorly over the months that we've been hanging around on this goofy website, haha.

i started with this blog back just before the public beta test happened for the game, and for a little bit it was just me and rae sitting here like 'well what if we just made blogs for super niche horror game characters'. which tbh, something rae and i have historically loved to do with our diff muses on diff blogs, just kind of grabbing characters that have limited lore but exist in a cool universe and have a cool 'starting point' to jump off from, sort of. it gives a lot of space to really get creative imo.

ALL THAT TO SAY rae and i were working with like... beta gameplay, character models/cosmetics/baseline lore snippets, and doing dumb stuff like combing through gameplay vids just to try and collect voicelines to see how these characters might interact w each other! and we had some months to wait before the game would actually release, so in that time we simply started crafting our own ideas and it kinda built organically! just sending prompts back and forth, trying to think about what some of the key story beats would be, as if we were retelling a movie or w/e. but i think the most fun part about tcsm is that the inherent gameplay, and how differently each match can go, lends itself well to creating all kinds of different trajectories of where the story Could go, some endings happier than others, some allowing us to explore more dark themes.

for me that's a big part of what keeps me writing on this blog-- the possibilities for exploring, esp within the slasher genre. esp within the texas chainsaw franchise, where imo, the protags are often sidelined/cut down, and where the antagonists can sometimes be more complex and even sympathetic at times. the game itself, despite what the creative team later said, implies that there's the possibility that the victims survive this horrifying event. and there's like, not a lot of exploration done in that area within slashers, i feel? when i do see it, i cheer furiously tbh like hell yeah halloween hell yeah friday the 13th 4-6 hell yeah anoes 1 + dream warriors hell yeah scream movies. i just think there's a lot to expand on in terms of the effects and healing process of trauma, the emotional connection between the characters, and complex dynamics in general that might tend to get overlooked in stories like this usually.

but anyway, through just being silly and passionate, we met our other friends who were equally silly and passionate about the game/genre/franchise/characters/etc, and started slowly connecting our ideas. like sometimes we'll just slam our general verse ideas on the dash, and someone else will start cooking with it and thinking about it, and then we have a whole connected au going. sometimes we'll be writing with each other, and naturally bring up other characters in those replies and it gives a little bit of worldbuilding too.

roleplaying is honestly such a rewarding hobby, bc i get to collaborate with really talented writers and help bring a cohesive narrative together. idk it's like instead of having to sit and write your story by yourself, you got a funny little writers room. except we're all throwing paper airplanes and also crying on the floor sometimes. but like, you naturally get to bounce ideas off each other and learn how your muse would handle certain situations just by interacting with another muse, you know? and i get to read my friends' stuff and go wow! that was a cool use of wording! or wow i really love how they visualized this scene/character thought process, and then i am able to implement certain things to improve how my own writing goes.

when you find writing partners that really Get You on that front and have the same style of worldbuilding as you, it's just really awesome and keeps the passion and muse flowing in a funny echo chamber almost. and it's like, even for people i've written with that haven't stuck around for whatever reasons, sometimes pieces of their portrayals of their own muses will stick with mine, like we all kind of help each other build our character interpretations out. and even if they end up very very canon-divergent as lore is slowly drip fed to us by the devs, we're confident in what we do have built and just kinda change and work things in as we go. it's just nice and no pressure around here, and it's rly just built off of and inspired by each others individual creative passion. ik that's how it is for me, anyway! i love seeing my friends just say w/e random hc about their muse bc then suddenly we might all be talking about a related hc for our individual muses, that kinda thing!

i'm sorry this was super long winded! i hope that kinda answered the question, i got a lil carried away LMAO but thank you again for idk, perceiving our stuff! it's not like fic writing on ao3 so it's always a pleasant surprise when ppl stumble upon our nonsense it's like oh hey man- welcome to our weird little corner!

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spencersfunkysocks · 3 years ago

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of words hushed and whispered

In which Emily overhears a conversation not meant for her, and she's left trying to figure out what it means.

Hello, everyone! I am back with the first part of what is going to be a series! Each part is going to feature a different member of the BAU-team going “Shit, these two are in love” all the while Hotch and Spencer are painfully oblivious to each other’s feelings.

Thank you to @gaelic-symphony for beta-reading <3

wc: 1.4k cw: references to child abduction + murder, but no details tags: emotional h/c, set some time during season 4/5

part 1 of “to overcome and love someone” [part 2] read it also on ao3!

Emily could feel the airplane gently shaking around her as it rose up to the sky, the city lights on the ground growing smaller and smaller in the distance.

She sighed as she settled into her seat and looked out the window, letting her eyes linger on the clouds for a moment.

It had been a tough case, which was why the plane was almost eerily quiet tonight. Usually, the team would chat for a little while before everyone retreated back into their favourite spot to work on files or, more often than not, get some much-needed sleep.

Today, though, there was only silence.

Yes, they had been able to find the unsub before he could take another child's life, Derek tackling him to the ground just as he was about to put the knife in his hand to use. But three children's lives had been lost nonetheless, and another had been traumatized for life.

Children's cases were always the most difficult, and they had gotten significantly harder since Jack and Henry had been born.

Emily could feel a wave of exhaustion roll over her, and as she looked over to the seat opposite of her, she found JJ already fast asleep, using her blazer as a makeshift blanket.

In the softness of the airplane lights, Emily could see the dark circles underneath JJ’s eyes — proof of sleepless nights lost to Henry and work. And yet, she still looked beautiful, an aura of youth and kindness surrounding her always.

Emily smiled. How blessed she was to have her in her life.

As her eyelids grew heavier, she copied JJ and grabbed her own jacket lying in the empty seat beside her, pulling it up to her neck in an attempt to keep out the cold air the air-conditioning was blasting into her face.

Almost as soon as she closed her eyes she fell into a slumber, the humming of the airplane-engine providing her with the perfect amount of white noise.

The quiet whispering of hushed voices pulled her out of her dreams, and it took her a moment to realize where she was.

A quick glance around the plane revealed that everyone else seemed to be sleeping — JJ hadn't moved a bit, Rossi's head was slumped against the window on the other side of the aisle, and Derek had laid down on the sofa in the far back of the plane. The sound of his snoring was the only proof that he was in fact still alive.

Still, someone was talking. As Emily closed her eyes and focused on the voices, she realized that it was Hotch and Spencer.

The two had sat down behind her, and from the sound of it, they were in the seats right next to each other.

"I shouldn't," Hotch said, and Emily's ears perked up immediately.

Because they were whispering, it was hard to make out what they were saying as it were.

But Hotch had uttered those words so softly, so full of vulnerability, that Emily almost hadn't recognized that it was him.

'What is this about?', she wondered, but Spencer's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"I don't think he would be mad if you did."

Mad? Who were they talking about?

"Yes, but he's got school tomorrow, and it's already way past his bedtime. It's fine. I will see him tomorrow."

'Ah,' Emily realized. Of course. Cases involving children always had Hotch worked up — he spoke less and frowned more, if that was even possible.

"You're his father. He loves you. And years from now he will look back and remember all the times you called him just to tell him that you love h—"

"Reid." Hotch had used his "boss"-voice, shutting Spencer up immediately. Emily could almost see the face she knew he was most likely pulling right now, his lips a straight line with his eyebrows raised high. It meant everything from "Told you so!" to "I'm sorry."

Right now, it probably meant the latter.

Spencer confirmed her suspicions.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cross a line." Even though he was whispering, his voice sounded strong and sincere. Spencer never lied, after all.

There was a moment of silence before Hotch answered.

"No, I'm sorry. I know you were only trying to help."

Emily was glad that neither of them were able to see her right now, because she couldn't help her mouth fall open.

Aaron Hotchner had just apologized.

Was she still dreaming?

She heard someone shuffle in his seat before Spencer spoke up once more.

"You should try and get some sleep. So you can be well-rested for him tomorrow morning."

Hotch let out a sigh in response.

"And forgive me for possibly saying too much, but he knows,” Spencer continued, “Jack knows that his dad loves him, Aaron."

Emily could barely hold in a gasp.

"Thank you, Spencer. I appreciate it."

Only silence followed afterwards, and the conversation seemed to be over.

Emily was trying her hardest to uphold her seemingly calm exterior, but on the inside, her wheels were turning as she had more questions than answers.

Had Hotch actually just called Reid 'Spencer'? In her time in the BAU, she hadn't once heard Hotch refer to anyone by their first name unless they were close to dying, much less to thank them.

And the softness with which Reid had offered parenting advice, exhibiting a tactfulness he usually lacked...

Did this mean that they were an item?

Emily shook her head at the idea.

There was no way that something like this could have happened without a room full of profilers noticing. Hotch would have probably been able to hide it, his stoic expression not even faltering when he was seriously injured.

But Reid? He could try and hide behind science and logic all he wanted — at the end of the day, he wore his heart on his sleeve. Emily would have known that something was up if he were actually having an affair with their boss.

A shudder came over her.

There was that, too.

Hotch was their boss, and having any sort of relationship with him would violate all sorts of FBI fraternization rules, on top of the unethical power imbalance it would imply. She could picture Spencer citing them all to explain just how bad of an idea dating your boss truly was. It nearly made her chuckle.

But the more she thought about it, the less ridiculous it seemed.

Yes, Spencer was Hotch's subordinate. But if you worked together as closely as the BAU did, the lines between work and personal life quickly started to blur. Spencer was Henry's godfather after all, and the team regularly met at Rossi's for dinner get-togethers.

On top of that, there was the sudden realization that Hotch had grown softer recently — towards Spencer, that was. He still treated the rest of the team like the drill sergeant that he was, but there was more leniency for Reid.

He was allowed to ramble more, and one time she had overheard Hotch asking him about a particular statistic he had mentioned earlier. It had also happened once that Hotch had all but ordered Reid to let Hotch drive him home after falling asleep at his desk.

It didn't seem like much, but for Hotch? He couldn't have been more obviously playing favourites.

And that didn't even take into account the fact that Reid was gay. He wasn't open about it, but as Emily liked to say, it takes one to know one.

It hit her then that these last few months, she had found Reid staring at their boss more times than what would be considered a normal amount — the same way she had been staring at JJ.

Fuck.

That meant that Reid was in it for good.

She no longer felt tired; her mind was buzzing with a million thoughts.

As wrong as it felt to admit, a tiny part of her was convinced that there might actually be something between these two.

The question was whether they were aware of it, and if they were, whether they were ever going to act on it (and if she wanted them to).

She needed someone to talk this through with, someone she knew could keep a secret from both Hotch and Spencer.

Opposite of her, JJ let out a tiny snore, and Emily felt a tug at her heart.

Tomorrow, first thing in the morning, she would pay her a visit in her office.

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in harmony | tom holland

-> singer!reader x tom holland

-> summary: after a nasty break up, you go to london with your two best friends in hope to find inspiration for your upcoming album and a london boy soon became your muse.

-> word count: 5.7k

-> a/n: wow. this is probably my favorite fic of mine. i hope you all enjoy it as much as i do. big thank you to @rainbowrobin for hyping this fic up and being its biggest fan. also thank you to @cali-holland for beta reading this for me! your support means the world to me and you inspire me every day to keep writing. love you to bits <3

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Breaking up with someone you used to care about was never easy. In fact, grieving and eventually getting over that person was the hardest thing to do. You were a singer so relationships that went public usually ended up terribly wrong. The good part about it is that you can write a hit song about the experience.

Breaking up with your past boyfriend was probably the worst experience for you thus far. You thought that he was the one, every move you made was for him and you ended up depending on him constantly. And he broke your heart. He played you like a fiddle and played with the strings of your heart. He cheated on you with someone you were insecure about the duration of your relationship with him, which made everything feel worse.

You decided that you needed a change of scenery in hopes to clear your head. You had been spending time in your Los Angeles apartment moping around, trying to get over your ex-boyfriend. You also had a deadline for your new album and you haven’t even started. Your album was due towards the end of the summer, and it was now spring.

You sat down on your sofa with a pen and notebook in your hand. You were determined to write something. You didn’t want to write songs about your breakup, but that was all you were thinking about. You saw your phone on the coffee table light up and buzz. It was your manager and agent, Cassandra. You picked up the phone nervously, knowing that she was going to ask about your progress or lack thereof.

“Hello?” You answered.

“Hello, Y/N,” Cassandra greeted sweetly. “How’s the album coming along? We need to start recording soon.”

“Funny you ask.” You always tried to make fun out of an uncomfortable situation.

“Y/N.”

“I’m sorry, Cass! I have no idea what I should be writing about for this album.” It’s not like you didn’t want to write. You did, but you had no idea what to write about.

“Maybe you need a change of scenery, dear. You haven’t been out in months,” Cassandra suggested.

“Maybe you’re right.”

“Where would you want to go? You can stay there for the rest of the spring and the beginning of the summer.”

You thought about it for a moment. You definitely wanted to leave the country. “How does London sound, Cass?”

“Sounds nice. I’ll book you, Natalie, and Sarah tickets for this weekend and I’ll rent the three of you an Airbnb for your stay,” Cassandra confirmed. Natalie was your personal assistant and your best friend. Sarah was your older sister who traveled with you everywhere and she helped you with many of your songs. She was good to bounce ideas off of. You had the perfect team.

“Perfect. Thank you.” You both said your goodbyes and hung up.

***

Tom got off the airplane and sighed in relief. He was finally home. After many months of filming on another continent, he was back in London. Tom was ready to finally sleep in his own bed and hang out with his brothers and friends once again.

Harry and Tom took an Uber back to Tom’s apartment. It was fairly late and all Tom wanted to do was sleep. In the Uber, Tom and Harry made light conversation.

“You want to go to the new pub by our flat this weekend? Haz and Tuwaine want to hang out,” Harry asked.

“Sure,” Tom mumbled. To be quite honest, Tom had absolutely no desire to go out at all this weekend, but he knew that his mates wanted to see him. He did want to see them too, so he agreed.

“Sounds good.”

***

You packed your suitcases for London at the last minute. In your defense, Cassandra only booked Thursday night’s tickets on Wednesday, so you didn’t have that much time in the first place. You were planning on using your time in London to relax and to create a healthy headspace to write your next album.

You called Natalie to ask her opinion on some of your outfit choices. “Nat, am I going for a casual look this trip? Like sweatpants and t-shirts?”

“Absolutely not, Y/N. Are you insane?!”

“It was just a question, Natalie.” You defended yourself. “What should I pack then?”

“I don’t know, just look hot. You need to get out of the post-breakup sweatpants phase.”

“Fine,” you grumbled. You grabbed some cute spring sundresses from your closet and threw them into your suitcase. You packed some jeans and blouses as well.

You hung up with Natalie and took a look at your bag. “Should be good.”

***

The flight to London from Los Angeles was long and exhausting. You arrived at Heathrow airport in the early afternoon on Friday. You immediately went to the house to rest up from jetlag. Once you woke up a few hours later, Sarah was pressuring you and Natalie to get dressed. “We’re going to the pub! Get up, ladies!”

“What? Why?” Natalie groaned. You and Natalie were laying on your beds in your shared room. Sarah jumped onto your bed and tackled you.

“Sarah, we’re exhausted,” you said. You pushed your sister off of you and sat up. “We can just go tomorrow.”

“It’s the pub’s grand opening! It’s supposed to be fire!”

“Fine,” you mumbled. You got up and began unpacking your suitcase. “But I refuse to wear heels.”

***

Harrison made his way to his best mate’s flat to pick him up for the Cheer Beers grand opening on Friday night. Harrison used his spare key to get into Tom’s place. “Tom,” Harrison called out. He made his way to Tom’s bedroom to make sure he was ready for the night.

“In my room!” Tom exclaimed. Tom sounded upset and agitated. Harrison entered his room anyway because he wanted to hang out with his best friend. He opened the door and noticed Tom laying his bed under the covers.

“Are you alright, mate?” Harrison asked. Harrison noticed Tom in his pajamas while in bed. “Why aren’t you ready to go? Harry already went out with Tuwaine to wait in line.”

“I want to hang out with you all, but I’m just so jetlagged, mate.”

Harrison took his phone out of his back pocket to check the time and noticed an Instagram notification from you. He opened it out of curiosity and it was a direct message. It said that you would be at Cheer Beers tonight with your friends and asked if he was going. Harrison and you had met at an award show a few months back and you became friends. “You know what I just found out, Tom?”

“What?”

“Y/N L/N is going to the grand opening tonight.”

“You’re lying just to get me out of bed!” Tom accused him. Tom didn’t want to admit it, but he fancied you. He has been following you on social media and listening to your music for a while now, so Harrison saying you were going to be at the pub caught his attention.

“I’m not.” Harrison showed Tom his phone with your direct message. “I had no idea she was in town, though.”

“No clue, either.”

“Now will you come?” Harrison asked. “I know you have a huge crush on her.”

Tom eyed him skeptically but then let out a sigh. “Fine, I’ll go.”

***

You waited in line outside of Cheer Beers with Sarah and Natalie. You were wearing a black sleeveless cocktail dress with black slip-on vans. You saw a few familiar faces approach you and you realized that it’s your friend Harrison and his mates. You recognized one of his friends to be Tom Holland.

“Hey, Haz!” You greeted. He pulled you into a hug and squeezed you tightly. You pulled away and said, “Following me, I see?”

“Very funny,” he replied. “We were coming to opening night anyway. We were planning this in honor of Tom’s return from filming.”

“Oh, that’s right,” you said and then turned to Tom. You put your hand out for him to shake. “I’m Y/N.”

He shook your hand and you felt his sweaty palm touch yours. You could assume that he was either unwell or nervous. “Tom. Nice to finally meet you.”

“Likewise.”

You introduced Natalie and Sarah to Harrison and he introduced the rest of his friends to the three of you.

“Would you like to share a table with us?” Harry, Tom’s younger brother, asked you.

“I’m sure that Y/N L/N would have much better opportunities than to sit with us, Harry,” Tom interjected.

“Actually, Tom, we would love to.” You all entered the pub and grabbed a table in the back room. Harrison sat between Sarah and Tuwaine. Harry sat by Natalie. You sat between Natalie and Tom, per Natalie’s whisper in your ear to go for it. You all got your first round of drinks.

“So what brings you to London?” Tom asked.

“Needed to clear my head,” you said and then ate the olives from your martini.

“So you flew halfway across the world?” Tom was amused and you could tell. He wasn’t trying to laugh at you particularly, he just thought it was funny that you chose London of all places.

“Shut up,” you teased. “We’re here for the summer. A vacation, or holiday, if you will.”

“Nice, nice.” You could feel the slight awkward tension between the two of you. You were basically strangers so it made sense. You decided to try and break it. “How was filming for the third Spider-Man film?”

Tom’s eyes lit up at your sudden interest in his work. “Can I tell you a funny story?”

***

Three hours passed by and you decided to call it a night. You talked with Tom the entire night. You enjoyed his company but you were also jetlagged. “Tom, I’m tired,” you said as you leaned on his shoulder.

“Me too.”

“Want to walk me home?” You asked.

“Would love to.” You both got up from the booth and Tom paid for your drinks, even though you protested. Harrison, Tuwaine, Harry, Sarah, and Natalie didn’t look like they were ready to leave any time soon so you said your goodbyes to them and left with Tom.

“How far are you away from here?” Tom asked you.

“About a ten minute walk.” You began walking in the cool London air.

“So, Harrison told me that you were writing for your new album. How’s that going?”

“Not well,” you said as you crossed your arms over your chest. “It’s been fucking difficult.”

“I’m sorry, love.” The pet named warmed your heart and body even more. Tom wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him. “I wish I can help you out somehow.”

“It’s alright. Getting out tonight helped me get into a good headspace,” you said.

“Glad to hear it.” You arrived at your Airbnb and Tom walked you to the front door. “I had a great time tonight, Y/N.”

You smiled, the first genuine smile that you’ve had in a while. “Me too, Tom.” You opened your door to enter.

“Wait.” Tom stopped you. “Let me get your number.”

“Sure.”

***

Two weeks had passed since you arrived in London and you and Tom have been texting back and forth. He had even taken you on a tour of London. He took you to all of the hot spots. Occasionally, Tom, Harrison, and Harry would come over to your Airbnb to hang out with you, Sarah, and Natalie. You were developing friendships with everyone, but you felt a bit stronger about Tom. He was charming, kind, and really funny. You enjoyed his company and you finally got the chance to start writing for your upcoming album. You realized that you didn’t want to write about your breakup with your ex, but instead write about your crush on the brown-haired London boy.

“How is the album coming along?” Cassandra asked you on the phone.

“Pretty good. I have a killer single coming your way and many other songs too.”

“Remember, we need to start recording at the end of July.”

“You got it.”

“You sound happy,” she commented. She was right. You were happy and finally completely over your ex. “It’s a good look on you.”

“Thanks.”

“What are you writing about?”

“Oh, you know… London, pubs, boys,” you trailed off.

***

Harrison was busy planning his upcoming date with your sister, Sarah. They hit it off extremely well at the opening of Cheer Beers. They got each other’s numbers and planned to go on a date. To be honest, Harrison was stressed out. He scored a date with Sarah L/N, which ultimately shocked him. So, he decided to go to his best mate for some advice.

Tom was sitting in his living room and Harrison entered with two dress shirts in hand. One of them was a white button-down and the other one navy. “Which shirt should I wear on my date with Sarah?”

“Black slacks, right?” Tom asked.

“Yeah, and a black leather jacket.”

“Go with white,” Tom suggested.

“Thanks, mate. Another question,” Harrison proposed. It felt natural for Harrison to ask Tom about his lady troubles, even though Tom had been single for a while.

Tom nodded his head to urge Harrison to continue.

“What if I fuck this up?” He asked nervously. “I really like Sarah.”

Tom got up from the couch to come closer to Harrison and put his hand on his shoulder. “You’ll be fine, mate. Just be yourself. She’ll fancy you, I promise.”

“How are you so good at giving me advice but you can’t get a girlfriend?”

Tom mocked being bothered. “Rude,” he scoffed.

“What are you waiting for?”

“If I say the perfect girl, will you slap me?” Tom joked.

“Yes, yes I will,” Harrison laughed as he replied. “I think that you already found the perfect girl at Cheer Beers.”

“We’re still getting to know each other. Why must we move so fast?” Tom wondered. He wanted to take things slow. His life had always moved fast and he wanted something to move at his pace, for once. Too many relationships have moved too fast and he ended up hurt.

“Because she’s only here for so long and I have a feeling that she likes you,” Harrison reasoned. Tom was starting to feel the same way about you too.

“Fine. While you go on your date with Sarah tonight, I’ll see if Y/N wants to hang out.” He picked up his phone from the coffee table and texted you asking if you wanted to come over. You replied saying yes and he smiled. “We’re hanging out.”

“Great. Don’t forget to use protection,” Harrison said as he ran away to go get dressed for his date.

“Fuck off, you div!”

***

Tom went to the grocery store to pick up some snacks and beers before you came over to his flat. He tidied up the living room once he got home and made sure to fluff the pillow to make them look nicer. Even though you and Tom were only friends, he couldn’t help but make sure that everything looked perfect for you.

You arrived 30 minutes later. You wore sweatpants and a sweatshirt, along with your slides. Your hair was out of your face and Tom thought that you looked stunning. “Hey.”

“Hi,” Tom blushed. “Nice sweatshirt.” Your sweatshirt was light blue and it had butterflies on it. Tom realized that he loved that color on you.

He led you to the couch and he sat beside you. “So what did you do today?” You asked.

“I worked on a script that I’m writing and then I helped Harrison get ready for his date with your sister. What about you, love?” The pet name made your heart flutter. Tom was definitely charming.

“I worked on some songs for the album,” you answered proudly.

“Care to share?”

“Willing to share what the script’s about?” You asked back, already knowing the answer.

“I’m legally not allowed to share, so no. I’m sorry, darling.”

“Then my answer is the same.”

“Well played, pretty girl,” he flirted. “Wanna watch a movie?”

“Sure, what do you have in mind?”

“Avengers: Age of Ultron?”

“Yes, it’s one of my favorite Marvel movies!” You exclaimed. “I have a feeling that you knew that already.”

Tom smiled at you as he picked up the remote from the coffee table and turned on the television. “I may have, but only because Haz told me. Don’t worry, though. It’s one of my favorites too.”

Tom found the movie and before he hit play he got up from the couch. “May I offer you some popcorn before we start the movie? I have beer as well.”

“Yes to both, please.” Tom went to the kitchen to pop the popcorn and grab some beers. He came back around five minutes later with everything.

“Here you go,” he said as he handed you a bottle of beer. “I know it’s not a martini.”

“It’ll have to do,” you teased. You pat the seat beside you to urge Tom over. “Now, come sit.”

Tom pressed play and the Marvel introduction appeared on the screen. You moved closer to Tom and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, just like he did that night at the pub. “Is this ok?” He asked.

“It’s perfect.”

Around an hour into the movie, the popcorn was finished along with your first bottle of beer. Tom’s hand was still resting on your shoulder but now your head was resting on his. “Y/N?” Tom called out.

“Yeah?” You asked as you moved your head away from him so you could look at him.

“Can I be honest with you about something?” You nodded so he would continue. “I really want to kiss you.”

“Can I be honest with you?” You asked while smiling.

“Yeah.”

“I really want you to kiss me,” you said as you leaned in. He pressed his lips against yours in a soft first kiss. You kissed back almost immediately. After a couple of seconds, you pulled away from him.

“Wow,” he said.

“Ditto,” you said and then pulled him back towards you. You kissed him again and you knew that from now on, you couldn’t get enough of him.

***

Tom and you didn’t finish the movie the other night. After your many makeout sessions with him, you decided to go home, and you promised him that the two of you would get together again soon. You went home with the biggest smile on your face. Since your kiss, you and Tom have not talked about the status of your relationship. As of right now, you were just friends who have kissed before. No biggie.

It was now the 28th of May and you were sitting on a park bench having coffee with Harrison. It would be Tom’s 25th birthday in four days and the two of you were attempting to plan the perfect party for him.

“You’ll get the decorations, Sam will cook a few dishes, and I’ll provide booze,” Harrison said, listing things off. “We’ll host it at my new flat and I already called everyone.”

“Sounds great, Haz. I just hope he has a great time.”

“I’m sure he will,” he said as he winked at you, indicating something.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You asked, referring to his wink.

“I know that something happened between the two of you last week. Tom hasn’t stopped smiling since the two of you started hanging out. I’m sure he’ll be happy to know that you planned a party for him.”

“We all are planning it,” you corrected him.

“Yeah, but it’s not like he fancies me,” Harrison laughed.

You rolled your eyes at the blonde-haired boy in front of you. “Whatever.” You got up from the park bench and began walking towards his car. “Come on, Harrison. We need to go to the market.”

***

It was the 1st of June; Tom’s birthday. You woke up early to make sure that everything was ready to go for the party tonight. Harrison and Tom’s brothers planned a golf trip with Tom while you set up Harrison’s flat. You brought Sarah and Natalie along with you to help.

“Move that banner a little more to the right,” you told Sarah. She moved it as you requested. The banner said, Happy 25th birthday, Tom! in light blue glitter. “Looks great. Thanks, sis.”

You blew up balloons, set up tables for the food and drinks, got streamers and ribbons, and finally assembled the cupcake tower with the cupcakes you and Natalie baked the night before.

“Red velvet. Nice choice,” Sarah said as she took a look at the cupcakes on display.

“They’re Tom’s favorite,” you pointed out.

“Seems like you know a lot about him.”

“Well, he is my friend.”

Natalie laughed at your response to your sister’s comment. “Is that all he is?” She asked.

“For now.” You pulled out your phone from your pocket to check the time. It was the early afternoon and the party would start in a few hours. “We better get going to get ready. Sam will bring the food and set it up within the hour.”

Before you got into the car, you texted Tom to wish him a happy birthday and he responded with a heart emoji. You smiled to yourself and then got into the car to drive to your Airbnb.

The three of you washed up and got dressed for Tom’s party. You decided on wearing a light blue sundress with daisies on it. You matched it with white wedges and you did your hair to your liking. Once you were all ready you drove to Harrison’s. When you got there, Harrison, Sam, Tuwaine, and a few other friends of Tom’s were already there.

“Harry is bringing Tom in around 15 minutes,” Harrison told you.

“Ok. Everything seems to be going pretty smoothly.”

“We make a pretty great team,” Harrison said in appreciation for all of the work to make Tom’s party happen.

“Tell that to Sarah over there,” you teased him. His date with your sister went well from what she told you, but because of Harrison’s nervousness, they haven’t talked much since. “She’s been dying to hang out with you.”

“Are you just saying that so you can have Tom all to yourself when he gets here?” He tried to joke.

“No,” you said seriously. “Go talk to her, Haz.” You pushed him lightly in her direction to encourage him to go talk to her.

“I see Harry’s car pulling up!” Sam said a few minutes later. “Everyone get ready.”

Harry used Harrison’s spare key to get into his flat and once both of them entered you all yelled, “Surprise!”

“Thanks, guys!” Tom said in shock. Tom made his rounds to greet everyone to say thank you. You waited patiently in the kitchen for the birthday boy. He finally approached you after a few minutes. “Hey, love.”

“Happy birthday,” you said as you pulled him in for a hug. “You look very handsome.”

He pulled away to look at you. “Thank you, but you’re absolutely stunning.”

You leaned in to kiss his cheek and then said, “Thanks, Tom.”

“I should be thanking you,” he said and then grabbed your hands to intertwine your fingers together.

“For what?”

“Harrison told me that you helped him plan all of this, so thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure,” you said genuinely. “You like it?”

“I love it. He looked over to the counter and saw the cupcakes. “Is that a cupcake tower?”

“A red velvet cupcake tower,” you confirmed. “I baked them.”

“You’re a goddess.” He kissed your lips for half a second and then grabbed a cupcake from one of the tiers. He unwrapped the cupcake and then took a bite. He hummed in delight.

“I’m taking that you like them,” you giggled at the man in front of you. He could seriously make anything look cute.

“They’re heaven,” he moaned. Tom dipped his finger in the frosting and swiped your nose with it. You looked at him in shock. “Aw, you look so adorable,” he said.

You laughed at his antics. “Glad you think so, babe.”

Tom’s lit up at the pet name. “Babe? Hmmm.”

“Yeah, babe.” You took some frosting from what was remaining of his cupcake and placed some on his nose to match you. “You look very cute with frosting on your nose, babe.”

Tom grabbed a napkin from the counter and cleaned the frosting off the both of you. “We’re both very cute.”

“Ok, lovebirds,” Sam called out for the two of you. “Let’s get this party started!”

“Before we go out there, I have something to ask you,” Tom said.

“And what may that be?”

“Will you go out on a date with me?” He asked nervously. You felt your heart skip a beat and you could’ve sworn that you felt Tom’s heart beating rapidly from how close you were standing to him.

“I would love to, Tom,” you said and then kissed him to confirm that you really wanted to.

***

The rest of the night went well and Tom enjoyed his time with his friends. You, Sarah, and Natalie crashed at Harrison’s place along with Tom and Harry. The party ended late and the five of you were too tired to drive home, so Harrison offered to let you all stay there.

You woke up early and made your way downstairs to heat the kettle for tea. As you were waiting, you heard footsteps, and soon enough a pair of arms wrapped around you. “Good morning, beautiful,” Tom said and then kissed your clothed shoulder.

“Morning.” You turned around so you could face him. “How did you sleep?”

“Not so well,” Tom said as he stretched out his arms. “Harrison’s a kicker.”

“Poor baby,” you teased, and then Tom pouted. “Quit pouting, Tommy. I know you’re faking it.”

“Fine,” Tom mumbled.

You turned to the stove and saw that the kettle was ready. “Want tea?”

“Please. A splash of milk and a spoonful of sugar, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” you said as you poured him a cup. “So where are we going on our first date?”

“That’s a surprise, darling.”

***

A week after Tom’s birthday, Tom texted you asking if you were available to go on your first date. You had been working on the album the entire morning so you thought it’d be nice to go out with Tom. You replied yes and he told you to be ready within the hour. Tom knocked on your door around an hour later, with a bouquet in his hand. “These are for you, love,” he said with a smile as he handed them to you.

“Thank you, Tom,” you said and then sniffed the flowers. “Come in while I put these in some water.” Tom entered your Airbnb and you searched for a vase in one of the cabinets. Once you found one, you filled it up with water and put the flowers in. “We should be good to go now.”

Tom held your hand as he led you to the car. He opened the door for you and then got in and started the car. “You ready?”

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“You’ll see in around 15 minutes, angel.” Tom grabbed your hand that was resting in your lap and brought it up to his lips to kiss it. “I don’t think I told you this, but you look ethereal.”

“You’re quite the charmer, Holland.”

“I aim to please,” he joked. “But in all seriousness, you always look gorgeous.”

Tom was by far the kindest man you have ever met in your entire life. You have known him for barely two months but he made you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. You had never felt this way about anyone before.

Tom drove down to a lake. “It’s one of my secret spots,” he told you.

He led you down to the grass near the water and he set up a picnic there for the two of you. “I made sandwiches, cut up some fruit, and some apple cider.”

“It looks good. Thank you, Tom.” He pulled everything out from the picnic basket and handed you one of the sandwiches.

“Anything for you.”

“So this is one of your secret spots, huh?” You asked.

“Mhm,” he mumbled as he took a bite from his sandwich.

“So you bring a lot of girls here?” You teased and you could’ve sworn that you saw Tom almost choke on his sandwich. “Is that why it's so special?”

“Very funny, love,” Tom said. “No, I actually come here alone.”

“I’m guessing because it’s quiet.”

“Yeah, I come here when I need to clear my head.”

You looked around the area and you immediately understood why Tom liked it so much. There was a beautiful, cool breeze and the birds chirping sounded like music to your ears. “It’s beautiful. Thank you for bringing me here.”

“I can drive you here to write songs if you’d like,” Tom offered.

“That would be lovely.”

You and Tom spent a couple of hours at the lake. You talked about anything and everything, and you finally felt yourself get closer to him. You felt him opening up to you too, which you felt good about.

“Would you like to go on a drive with me?” Tom asked once you both packed up the remainder of the picnic.

“Will there be music involved?”

“What would be a nice evening drive without music? C’mon, let’s go.” Tom led you to his car and you began your drive. The sun was setting and it was beautiful. “It’s wonderful outside, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is,” you said.

“I had a great time with you, Y/N.”

“Me too.”

*** Once Tom dropped you off, you began writing another song. His date left you inspired and you were starting to like him more and more. Each time you saw him your feelings for him grew. He inspired you to write your song, London Boy.

Tom wanted a second date. He felt so good leaving the first one and knew that he wanted to pursue a relationship with you. He knew that it would be hard but relationships won’t always be easy. He decided to call you the next to ask when he could see you again.

“Tom, we just went out,” you teased.

“I know, Y/N, but I like you. A lot.” You thought that it was cute how Tom was eager for a second date. You were excited too.

“I like you, too. I would love to see you again, too,” you said.

“Coffee? I don’t drink it but I know how much you like it,” Tom offered.

“How about tea? Know any good spots for a cup of tea and maybe breakfast?”

“I know just the place. See you soon, Y/N.”

***

Many amazing dates with Tom and a bunch of fun days in London later and you know that you’re ready to start recording your next album. People had their assumptions about you and Tom. Rumors had gone around but Tom and you didn’t address them.

London inspired so much of your album that you decided to record there. The rest of your team flew out and you began recording.

You called Tom asking him to come to the studio. “I’m recording one of my favorite songs today. I would love for you to come if you’re free.” You were recording London Boy today and you wanted Tom to hear it since he hadn’t before. It would also be a good way to officially tell Tom that you’re falling in love with him.

“I would love to come. Send me the address.”

“You got it. See you in 20.”

You sent Tom the address of the studio and he was there within 15 minutes. You greeted him at the front. “Hey, babe.”

He kissed you on the cheek and then asked, “Are you excited for today?”

“Very. I’m excited for you to hear the song,” you said as you led him into the studio. You introduced him to Cassandra and the rest of your team.

“Y/N, get your pretty ass in the booth,” Cassandra said. You walked into the recording booth and put on your headphones. “Let’s do this.”

“Tom, sit up in front,” you said and then he took a seat beside Cassandra. “This one is called London Boy.”

The upbeat music came on and you knew that you were skipping the intro for now so you went in with the first verse.

I love my hometown as much as Motown, I love SoCal And you know I love Springsteen, faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey But something happened, I heard him laughing I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent They say home is where the heart is But that's not where mine lives

You heard Cassandra tell you to stop so they could play it back. You saw Tom smiling at you as you were singing and you took that as a good sign that he was enjoying it.

“Now for the chorus.”

You know I love a London boy I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon He likes my American smile, like a child when our eyes meet Darling, I fancy you Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates So I guess all the rumors are true You know I love a London boy Boy, I fancy you (Ooh)

You ended up finishing the recording of the song in an hour. You left the booth for your break and you first greeted Tom. “What did you think of it?”

“I love you, too,” he said. You leaned up to him and kissed him with every fiber of your being.

“That’s good because many of these songs are about you.”

“And I can’t wait to hear them all,” he said and then smiled.

“I can’t believe how I’ve only been here for three months and I already feel this way,” you said honestly. You have never fallen so fast for anyone, but it feels right with Tom. Everything feels right with him.

“Well, believe it because it’s real,” Tom confirmed. “Be mine, Y/N?”

“I thought you’d never ask, lover.”

~~~

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writing-frenzy · 4 years ago

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Airplane gets Ghosted~

Brain: :D

Me: Oh no, what did you do.

Brain: Let’s make another Airplane Harem~

Me. 🥺 why are you like this?!

Note: Inspired by A Crowd of Evil Spirits Lines Up to Confess to Me; pretty funny horror unlimited flow story, with some good scares that leave ya at the edge of your seat. (I really love the Protagonist, so good and pure and I headcannon as Aro-Ace~) So anyways, for those who don’t know, in the novel, the Protagonist Gu Wuji is a genuinely good person, an aspiring actor on hard times who suddenly gets pulled into this horror survival game. Here is the thing; while for others this is a truly cursed and terrible thing, for the protag this is just a regular day, just with some people who need some help; he will help Ghosts just as much as he would help a human.

Ghost: *being Scary*

Gu Wuji: Oh no, let me help you? *smiles*

Ghost: *either a blushing mess, happy to be helped, or can feel how strong this human is and is the one scared instead*

So yeah, here this man goes, bewitching everyone he meets, especially terrifying Ghosts who want him to die so they can stay together forever 🙃 Lucky he is so charming, and that with every Instance cleared, he can get points to get items and information/hints from the store.

And then I though about Airplane being in this position and I just grinned.

So, to preface this, I’m going to go on how I think Airplane has been raised in this AU.

Basically, since our favorite writer was young, Airplane was pretty much raised by ghosts. With two increasingly furious and arguing parents who couldn’t care less about him, they don’t notice at all how weird their kid is, not wanting to be reminded of old memories. So thus start’s Airplane’s growing up more comfortable with the headless car-crash victim who helps him know when his bullies are around then actual living people who only seem to try and tear each other apart more then most dead ever want to. Not to say he hasn’t met some mean dead too, but all they seem to care about is just scaring him off so they can be alone. Which, fair.

Just... Airplane is still Airplane, but for him, normal is dealing with the Ghostly Neighbor who will at least hear him out most of the time, especially since most Living people are assholes.

(Also, Airplane will have some of the strength that Gu Wuji is known for, but he mostly just has a really good head for intelligence, logistics, plots, and strategy... Let’s just say Airplane has seen and been through some shit in his younger years.)

I am also being a gremlin and making Shen Jiu and Yue Qi be the friends Airplane makes in middle school, Shen Jiu being superstitious as fuck and Yue Qi going along with it, even as he because more WTF the longer they are friends with Airplane and fully realize ‘Shit, ghost are fucking real, nope, nope, nope.’ It is a beautiful, disaster of a trio and their friendship is eternal... (even if Shen Jiu will never forgive/hold over Yue Qi for leaving him with the ghost in the fucking burned down Mansion, even if Airplane fixed it; apparently it had something to do with their previous incarnations?)

So yeah, these guys are released out into the world, where Airplane writes really good, if bloody dramas, asking his Ghost Friends if he can use some of their stories and them either not caring or excited as they give him the go ahead. (The Police have some questions...)

Sure, he writes some bad porn on the side, but with some of his Ghost friends able to beta read for him, Airplane is able to stay a float nice and easy, if still anxious every time he has to pay the rent because human interaction is so hard when you’re dealing with the living. (Don’t have to worry about meeting someone’s eyes if they’re gouged out after all)

And then we get to the Instances :) (Now, besides the first one that does happen First, these others could happen with one or two between them.)

First Instance(Novice): The Traitor’s Secret~

The fresh new Players, with some older ones here, is part of a Merchant Caravan that they just have to ensure gets from point A to point B, and just live. Simple mission as this is a Novice Instance for innocents pulled in. And it would have even remained a simple one, only having to deal with the wondering dead that are manageable, as they have plenty of supplies to ration and work with, if one of the Older Players wasn’t here with ulterior motives.

See, this ‘Senior’ managed to buy information that there is a great item that can be obtained; the thing is, one must betray their comrades in order to get it, with the first betrayal making the difficulty rise from the Novice to Intermediate immediately, as this as awakened a terrible Boss.

It probably would have gone smoothly (maybe....) but here is the thing.

As it turns out, ‘Senior’ didn’t buy enough information; after The First Betrayal, the Boss Ghost will sneakily become a part of the Party, acting much like a helpful NPC when really he is a trap; if the Betrayer betrays him, it is game over.

But the game is different this time; No one expects Airplane, who has the ability and instincts of a cockroach who was completely willing to hug a Ghost’s (well, NPC’s) thighs

Cue Shang Qinghua who is very confused, because after he sneakily becomes part of the group, this human has decided to cling to him of all people, the Creepy/Grumpy NPC, and not his fellow group members...

Airplane grows on SQH like a fugus, makes amazingly funny commentary, and even tells some interesting stories. On Airplane’s part, Shang Qinghua feels not only like the strongest guy here, but also the most reliably competent...

Not to mention he feels comfortable to be around, which is weird since Airplane doesn’t usually feel to comfortable with the living~ (ha ha ha, maybe because he’s a NPC? Though he still freezes with those guys too...)

As it is, because ‘Senior’ needs to betray everyone, he tries to get Airplane, who, again, is still a very, very morally ambiguous guy, sees this guy trying to kill him, and simply pushes them instead into a throng of the undead.

Airplane: Ah, sorry for the terrible sight Senior brother, but he was trying to kill us? Are you alright? Do you want a massage?

Shang Qinghua is incredulous, but becomes more charmed as time passes.

(Remembers, how his martial brothers, people who he had lived and worked beside all his life, so easily sold him out, trying to kill him only for him to suffer a fate worse then death. It was only so much time was passed, after having to spy and betray those who betrayed him before he finally had the release of death; but even then, his resentment was too strong, even the blood sealed onto his jade hairpin filled with resentment.)

It is this item he gives to Airplane, blushing as he does as he says if the other ever needs help, to just use the pin and it won’t lead him wrong.

When Airplane leaves the instance, he gets a system notice about the points he got, increased because of the Instance’s sudden level increase, as well as information on the item he received from Shang Qinghua

Shang Qinghua’ Hairpin: A Hairpin with deadly secrets, belong to A Spy with a vast network of information, be able to uncover hidden secrets with ease and learn anything you wish of with loyal shades at your command,

Level One: Summon two shades to gather information. (Each level up gets you another shade to do your bidding)

(He only has the information from level one, but once he levels it up, this is what else it can do)

Level 3: Your shades can now help you escape dicey situations

Level 5: Able to uncover the deadly poison hidden in the hollow of it, this deadly substance can poison Living and Dead both

Level: 7: Able to use the Hairpin like a deadly knife, the resentment enriching the wood to be harder and sharper then ever before.

(Past Level Seven, must full on stab someone in a vital place to discover this ability: Able to release one ensured fatal attack from the Hairpin; after that, it will continue to drop to a fifty-fity chance and before renewing each Instance.)

Level 10: be able to summon Shang Qinghua, the deadly competent Spy to your side to aid you; note, he will only help as much as he likes you and you are only truly safe from him for an Hour before he gets free range to do whatever he wants.

So yeah. this is Airplane’s first instance~ It was so terrifying, having to be around so many people and freaky monsters, but he thinks he made a friend? He hopes?

(He certainly gets one heck of an admirer.)(¬‿¬)

Second Instance(Novice): The Healer’s Broken Heart

So, next Instance, Airplane finds himself in an ancient, fantasy hospital with a group half novices and novices who at least survived two or three games after this. The challenge this time is two pair up into teams of two or threes and try and treat as many ‘patients’ in the hospital as one can. First, they have to collect all the medicine they need, prepare the Nursing rooms, and then, of course, treat at least five patients each, or face death for failing.

See, the patients are sorta, kinda, Undead they need to treat as if they were living, so they Have to do things like bandaging sliced throats, sew back on sliced limbs, and drain puss and other gross gory things to give nightmares. Not to mention that they have to follow regular rules like in most hospitals, so no running in the hall, no loud sounds, things like that when their are Ghosts everywhere. (As long as someone doesn’t break the rules, the Ghosts won’t notice you.)

As Airplane is a nervous wreck around people, and with this being a bad day for his anxiety, no one but one guy is willing to partner up with him, this gentle, sweet guy called Mu Fan, who’s amazing chill affects Airplane’s own chill and helps him feel a little better about the situation.

Ha~ Mu Fan is so nice and even knows so much about all the medicines and what to do here! He’s even helpful and nice when Airplane was about to have an anxiety attack, following what Airplane warned him about not touching him, but if he could, maybe hum if he could?

Of course Airplane can’t just let the other carry him the entire way! Mu Fan is just too nice and really helped him back there, so he wants to pay back at least a little. So, being this disaster that he is, instead of thanking Mu Fan and asking him if their is anyways to pay him back, Airplane uses his Hairpin instead to see if he could help the other out.

He gets an... interesting reaction...

Apparently, Mu Fan is actually Mu Qingfang, a Boss Ghost (tho Airplane only knows the other is a ghost) of this area, who can be activated in some ways; examples, if the Players try and hurt the Patients, if Players try and kill each other in cold blood, or try and steal Medicine. Mu Qingfang’s most sincere wish is to free his patients from this cycle of pain, hopefully be free from it for good.

This is the information that Airplane gets, what Mu Qingfang has been trying to discover for years with no luck.

Airplane: QAQ Mu Qingfang is truly too good, too pure for this world, wanting to help the other ghost past on and be out of pain.

On Mu Qingfang’s part, he saw this poor, distressed man and the doctor instincts in him went on fire as he did his best to help the other with their heart demons. But he was really, extremely impressed by them with how they treated his patients, taking care of their wounds like it was nothing, joking with the decapitated head as he sewed it back on, getting a breathless laugh from the woman as she cried happy tears from it. The doctor went really gooey though with how Airplane spellbound his audience of twins who needed to be separated after their parent had sown them together, the two young (very creepy as fuck) children begging for more, distracting from the pain of having to reattach their arms in the right places one more.

(Tries not to cry when this disaster of a Man says he has to do something first before he leaves after he finishes the five patients, only to bring a true gift back as he does. Mu Qingfang has nearly given up on his poor patients ever being free from this constant cycle of pain, their Bandit Killers, for such a small, evil group, never brought to justice only for Airplane to catch them all, bringing them to the hospital so that all their grievances can be aired out and payed back once and for all. It took a bit, and Airplane accidently raised the Level of the Instance himself this time doing it, but he got all the baddies round up and incapacitated as he did.)

Mu Qingfang is ever so grateful, even as Airplane offers to help the man finish up here before he leaves, the last doctor’s visit these ghost will ever need to have. He blesses Airplane with a powerful healing ability, along with a Doctor’s kit that is full of useful supplies, refilling ever day if needed.)

So, Airplane is back in his space, cleaning his hands and body because that was still gross (but not the worse thing he has dealt with) with new points and some good prizes once more, even if he isn’t sure why the level went up all of a sudden? The Bandits honestly weren’t that hard to trick and sabotage?

Mu Qingfang’s Medical Bag

Basically, like the Hairpin, full of goodies that can do more and more OP things the higher the Level it goes (and yes, has a secret poison function as well; Now Shang Qinghua can refill the Hairpin if he ever need to :D And yes, Mu Qingfang can be summoned with an Item in the bag once he gets to Level Ten..

Same with the Healing ability, it just gets more OP the higher the level, tho it doesn’t have a summoning ability, but will let you heal others as much as you want at Level Ten

So thus, this is Airplane’s second Ghost ‘Friend’~ (〃￣︶￣)人(￣︶￣〃)

Instance Three (Intermediate): Guards of The Icy Village

So, Airplane is confident in himself, seeing as he’s managed Instances that go from Novice to Intermediate all the time, thinks ‘why not try an Intermediate, since my Novice experience will probably turn out like that anyways? (the fact that all the choices he has left are either Intermediate or Hard does not matter!)

Looking through his choices, he see a Limited Event One, with a Special Link to it; not knowing what this means but being effected by the Limited deal, he picks it.

(What this means is that there will be an Event in this Instance that will literally only be open this one time and can not be done ever again; Special Link Means that this Event will and can effect in even Higher Level Instances in the Future, depending on how Many +’s are in the title of it.)

This Event has a Max Number of +’s :)

So, he picks his choice and finds himself in this beautiful Icy wonderland with a group of other people. Everyone has to be set into teams here, guarding the snow village from evil spirits and monsters that would prey on it for five days and five nights. And because I want to, Airplane has been teamed up with Gongyi Xiao, Qin Wanrong, Qin Wanyue, and Qiu Haitang. As long as they protect their part of the Village, they will be able to pass the Instance and everything will be swell

(Is this me indulging in having some badass girls, and letting these characters not only get some damn scene time, but be able to be happy and live? Yes, yes it is, because let me explore these guys in this traumatic AU where they have to do all they can to live, and still be able to trust to have each other’s backs dang it)

So, the Huan Hua High Schooler group have already been through two instances at this point, Airplane has been through a lot, and Qiu Haitang has had one game that turned from easy to hard in a minute that she survived with luck and her wits (and gave her a crap ton of points and a need for survival classes she took asap before her next game). Airplane, because he doesn’t trust the fact that they’ll be okay if other parts of the Village they’re in are invaded, sends his spirits and some nifty golems he got from the shop to help patrol everywhere.

Because come on, if one place gets breached, of course the rest will be vulnerable! He’s played the Empire Building, Fortress Making games to prove it!

(Everyone nods, because this actually makes so much sense, how could they have ignored such an obvious trap! Intermediate Instances are no joke!)

Cue really scary as fuck ice monsters and evil spirits. Things are going good, Airplane and co are making it through, with Airplane discovering and making obsolete yet another trap unknowingly because he’s making sure everything is rationed(and using some points to actually buy some fooof) and checking in with villagers all over; because they are literally in charge of protecting and managing all these people, and with everything around here with the blizzard and seize, they have to make sure there is enough food and supplies for everyone.

(That this prevents making evil spirits and monster from rising with the Village is a big thing actually, because some of them are made from the dead.)

So then, the forth day comes; it starts out nice, no more harsh snows, people are coming out of their houses now, Airplane is nearly tearing his hair out from stress and too many people, but he can make do. (has had to make do with worse really)

And then he hears some of the Villagers are about to riot, planning to go at something with stones and pitchforks. Panicking, thinking these NPCs that he has to protect are trying to go outside their weight class, Airplane gets the others in his team and other teams who are useful to hopefully get the weak peasant class NPC out of danger as he goes about handling the problem himself, only to stop and start at the literal child bleeding in from of him.

For a moment, Airplane blanks... (Sure, he knows, from experience, that Children Ghosts are in fact some of the most, if not the most deadly ghost out there... And yet... for all the pranks and cruelty they played, they were always the ones who understood Airplane’s loneliness the most, being the most truthful and blunt and just honest with him...)

So, when Airplane sees this light blue demon child with horns and nasty claws, tear stains on his still baby fat cheeks even as they scowl and bare fangs, fear and anger in their eyes as they tremble before him, Airplane does not kill the child or run them out of the village.

It takes some coaxing, and it’s mostly hunger on the child’s part that wins in the end, but with the last of Airplane’s Jerky being torn through, he is able to treat the kid with his kit in his tent, even get them some cold soup to eat before they sleep.

Airplane has enough time to possibly panic over the fact ‘Wait, if there is a child there must be a parent’ before said Child’s Father appears in the Village the next morning, KO’ing two teams before almost killing his own before Airplane shakily presents them their well treated and contented child...

who doesn’t let go, until their parent raises an eyebrow, makes an amused huff, and easily grabs their child, even if it leaves Airplane with some nasty scratches and one less lucky charm necklace.

(The Future Mobei-Jun, still Mo Bolin, nearly cries, but stubbornly bites his lip as he does, glaring at anything and everyone around him, especially his parent and the warm person he has to leave here. He wants to keep them! They saved him when their was no gain for it, and even used much needed supplies to treat him, which Mo Bolin knows are important and guarded fiercely! They told interesting stories and had good food! He doesn’t want to leave them.)

Mo Bolin’s Father is very amused, and gives Shang Qinghua an ice power(shield) and a Teleporting Token.

So, when Shang Qinghua gets back from this instance, he gets some friend requests, a bunch of points for the best possible ending ever achieved in a game, and info about his new things.

he’ll only be able to make Shields and Barriers with his new Ice Ability, with the strength and number he can make increasing with each level.

With the Token, it allows him to teleport a limited range and places he either sees or has been. It can’t be leveled, but apparently, if he fulfills some sort of condition, it can be upgraded.

So, those are ideas I have for some of the Instances. Things not mentioned:

Time with the Instances is weird; Time still always moves forward, but it can easily skip around... So the next time Airplane accidently gets into a high Nightmare Grade Instance, He might see a fully grown Mo Bolin, now Mobei-Jun~

Another example of Time being weird with the Instances; Airplane obviously met Shang Qinghua first, but Shang Qinghua had been Betrayed and sold out to Mobei-Jun, the same Mobei-Jun that Airplane saved as a child :D

(Yes, Airplane will summon Shang Qinghua in an Instance with Mobei-Jun, and it will be gloriously awkward, even as Shang Qinghua is smug, because he can still see Airplane anytime the other wishes to summon him)

(This will probably lead to Mobei-Jun upgrading Airplane’s Token, making it to where it’s range is even greater now, and can summon him if Airplane wishes it.)

I am still on the fence of making Shen Yuan either a Ghost and part of the Harem, or a player who is bros with Airplane.

There is an Instance in their Real Life, where Qiu Haitang, Shen Jiu, Yue Qi, along with Airplane go along one hell of a Blast from the Past as they find out terrible secrets, things get resolved, there is much crying to be had, and everyone agrees to never mention the Instance ever again or so help them Shen Jiu will make them forget.

(Shen Jiu likes having a sister. Qiu Haitang likes having a brother she actually likes.)

Liu Qingge is a disaster; is he a player, is he a Ghost, is he a monster? Who knows, Airplane doesn’t. (I’m going to say he is a fellow player~ he just likes messing with Airplane.)

And thus, here is this AU~ Hope you guys like it~ EDIT: Noticed this was weird to read, so I added spaces: hope this helps.

#SVSSS #Scum Villain's Self-Saving System #Scum Villain's Self Saving System #Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky #Shang Qinghua #OG!Shang Qinghua #Mu Qingfang #Mobei-Jun #Ghosted Airplane AU

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stahlop · 4 years ago

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Making a Memory (7/?)

This chapter guys! This chapter was hard. So hard. I rewrote part of it yesterday, and it was hard. But it's where I want it to be now, and I think you'll all be pleased.

Thank you to my betas, @profdanglaisstuff and @thisonesatellite all their help with this chapter because I really needed it.

And please give love to @gingerchangeling for her fabulous banner.

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Killian thought Emma would ride over to the campsite with Henry in his Prius, but she got back into his Jeep and rode with him instead. They were silent for most of the ride over until Emma took his hand. She didn’t hold it, but instead looked at it, traced over the lines.

“I’m not a touchy-feely type of person,” she stated as she continued to look at his hand. “The foster homes were not a great environment for hugs and kisses. More of a defend-yourself situation from mean foster siblings or violent foster fathers.” She paused and took a deep breath. Killian desperately wished he could look at her, convey that he understood, but he had to keep his eyes on the road. “With Neal, unless it was part of the con, he barely touched me in public. I look back on that now and realize how desperate I must have been for love to be in a relationship where touching wasn’t part of it unless it was in bed, or mainly a car in our case.” She grimaced slightly at that. “But when I’m with you, it’s like I’m not afraid anymore. I want your hand holding mine, brushing against the small of my back, pushing my hair off my shoulder. It just feels right. Doesn’t it feel right?”

Killian knew he had to tread lightly, so as not to scare her off, although they were in a car so it’s not like she could go anywhere. He still couldn’t take his eyes off the road to look at her and to tell her he felt exactly the same way. Instead, he smiled slightly and just said ‘Aye.” She took his hand and held it the rest of the way until they reached the campsite.

The sound of their cars on the gravel outside the tent had the girls scrambling out and running into their respective parents’ arms.

“Papa!” Alice flew into Killian’s arms and practically knocked him over as he barely made it out of the car.

“Oh, Starfish.” He sniffled. “Are you alright? You’re not hurt?” Killian checked her over looking for any bruising or cuts. Alice brushed him off with a scoff.

“Of course not, silly. Henry would never hurt me. He’s my brother.” She said it so matter-of-factly that it stunned Killian. He looked into her face looking for any trace of doubt in what she had just said, but he didn’t see any. His sweet Alice, always so trusting. He hoped that her trust wasn’t falsely placed.

“Hey mom.” Hope gave a small wave. Killian could see she acted as if being taken from sleepaway camp by her brother and made to camp out in the Maine forest was an everyday occurrence. Hope was definitely more reserved than his Alice. Where Alice was all smiles and hugs, Hope seemed to be trying to put a wall around herself. To show that she was mature, and that what had just happened wasn’t such a big deal. He was sure she’d got that from her mother, even though he hadn’t seen that side of Emma in the short time they’d known each other. Or was it, as Henry said, because he knew her from before and just didn’t remember?

‘Hope!’ Emma ran from the passenger side door of the Jeep and almost knocked her down, just as Alice had done with him. “Henry took you on quite an adventure, didn’t he?” Emma said with a watery smile. Hope’s face fell for a moment into a look that seemed as if she were about to burst into tears, but then she composed herself and just nodded her head.

“Mom?” Hope said so quietly that Killian almost didn’t hear her. “I’m worried about Henry.” Emma held her tighter. Killian could understand. The things Henry had told them should not be possible, but he and Emma couldn’t deny the picture album, nor the visions that had surfaced.

“I think,” Emma said hesitantly, “I think we might need to hear Henry out on this. I’m not sure what exactly is happening here, but we need to keep an open mind before we make any major decisions or judgements.” Emma finished. Hope’s eyes widened as if she couldn’t believe what her mother had just said. It was obvious to Killian that Hope didn’t believe all the nonsense Henry was spewing like his Alice did. And like it seemed Emma might. Killian was still on the fence. The picture album had been pretty damning, but he still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that it would mean all his memories were a lie. This situation that they were all in was a tricky one.

Hope pulled away from her mother, confusion written all over her face. She looked at Emma, then at Alice, then at himself, before she finally drew her gaze over to Henry. Her face had quickly gone from its natural state to practically purple in an instant.

“I don’t know what bullshit story Henry has been feeding you.” Hope started yelling. Killian saw warring emotions on Emma’s face. She immediately wanted to comfort her daughter, but at the same time she also wanted to give her the space to work out whatever was going on in her own head. “But this whole thing is ridiculous. Mom, you would know if you gave birth to twins. You would know Alice’s father if you did. You wouldn’t lie to me about who my father was all these years.” Hope’s voice had started wavering as her strong facade started crumbling. Both Emma and Henry instinctually started towards Hope to comfort her.

But it wasn’t Emma or Henry who got to Hope first. It was Alice who pulled away from him and ran to the girl who she was convinced was her sister. She tentatively stepped toward Hope and put her arm on her shoulder, just to show her that she was there. Hope expressed her surprise at Alice coming to reassure her, almost pulling away immediately. Killian stood fascinated, watching his daughter try to comfort this other girl who looked exactly like her yet was so different.

“Please let me help you.” Alice said so softly that Killian was surprised he could hear it. Hope barely gave an affirmative nod before Alice enveloped her in a hug.

A stillness went through the woods. No wind sang through the trees. No birds chirped or animals chattered. Killian wondered if he’d temporarily gone deaf, although there was no reason for that. He was about to ask what was happening, wondered if Emma and Henry were hearing this strange phenomena too, when Hope finally returned Alice’s hug and a whoosh of light burst from between them.

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Emma suddenly found herself on the ground along with Killian and Henry. Killian seemed just as shocked as she was, but Henry, well, Henry was grinning as if it were Christmas morning. The stillness that had surrounded the woods before the girls’ hug was gone and replaced with a cacophony of sound. Emma felt like she was in the middle of a war zone.

“What the hell was that?” Emma cried out. She got up to check and see if whatever that force had been had affected the girls at all. Hope and Alice had separated from their hug. Alice had a smile that stretched across her entire face and looked extremely giddy, while Hope looked completely stupefied, as if she couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry over the strange occurrence.

“Henry?” Emma yelled behind her as she ran over to the girls, but stopped short when she saw the sparks of light coming from their fingers. She briefly wondered if lightning had somehow struck near them and this was a weird side-effect from being too close, but scanning the sky, there wasn’t a single cloud near them. It was a serene blue.

“Love is strength.”

“Mom?” Hope’s voice was eerily high pitched. Emma recognized it as the one reserved for haunted houses or airplane rides (Hope was a terrible flier). “Would someone please explain what is happening to me right now?” Hope said getting even more hysterical. Both Emma and Killian started towards the girls. Emma couldn’t even fathom how she could explain this away.

“This is amazing!” Alice exclaimed as she watched the pale pink sparks coming from her fingertips. Emma couldn’t help but laugh at the girls' different reactions to whatever was happening. Alice continued to pinch her fingers together and watched the sparks get longer and shorter the farther away and closer her fingers got. Meanwhile, Hope was trying to brush the sparks off onto her shorts, as if they would magically go away.

Magic! That’s exactly what it seemed like to Emma. Like there was magic coming from their fingertips. But that wasn’t possible, magic wasn’t real.

Henry was lying in a hospital bed. He wouldn’t wake up. She’d been convinced he was poisoned by his mother. “But I’m his mother.” Emma thought. She was rummaging through his backpack trying to find something, anything that would attest to his collapse. The doctor was telling her that it couldn’t be something he ate. And then Henry’s book fell out of his backpack. “But he just published that. How could he have it as a little boy?” And she knew. She knew that magic had to exist. The second she touched the book she was assaulted with memories. Her parents in a castle? Fighting black guards? Putting her in a tree? And then she simply knew that Henry was telling the truth and magic was real.

“Magic is real.” Emma said so softly she wasn’t sure it wasn’t just in her head. But Killian turned toward her.

“What was that, love?”

She thought her voice might betray her, because repeating the revelation again was so ridiculous. And yet, she knew, without a shadow of a doubt that it was the truth.

“Magic is real.” She stated. Emma looked into Killian’s eyes, begging him to believe her. Begging him to not think she was as insane as Henry had sounded to them. He stared back at her, searching her face for any hint of irony or humor. He looked back at the girls with the pink still sparking from their fingers, and then back at Emma.

“I’m a fan of every part of you.”

“Aye” He replied. “I think you might be right.”

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It was Henry who interrupted the moment between them.

“I didn’t think that could happen outside of Storybrooke!” Henry said, obviously excited about this new development.

The name Storybrooke sounded familiar to Killian. He couldn’t figure out why though. He’d never been to any place with that name that he could recall. It sounded like a perfect place for Henry’s fantasies, although he was beginning to wonder how much of Henry’s fantasies were in fact true, what with his daughter and supposed twin sparking electricity from their fingers.

“You didn’t think what could happen outside of Storybrooke?” Emma asked, her face twisted in confusion.

“Magic!’ Henry announced as though it was obvious. “I mean, I’ve only seen one magical thing happen outside of Storybrooke, but those were special circumstances, and partially caused by multiple wishes.” Henry ran his hand through his hair in a way that was similarly eerie to the way Alice was currently running her hand through her hair, which Killian had been told was akin to the way he ran his hand through his hair. And now that he was really looking, he could see a slight resemblance between them. Nothing he could put his finger on. The curve of the lip. The rise of the cheekbones. The arch of the brow. All features he’d assumed come from Milah.

A reptilian man stood before him. He wanted Milah, but he wouldn’t let this creature take her. She was dressed in what looked to be lady pirate gear? Her long, dark hair down around her shoulders and not the ponytail he recalled her favoring. He was also dressed like a pirate, complete with a high collared leather duster and a sword. And they were on a pirate ship! He knew this as well as he knew himself. The reptilian man was getting more and more angry at Milah, yelling at her, berating her. She was trying to calm him down but the man (imp?) was growing more and more irate with her. He finally reached into Milah’s chest! Killian tried to run to them, tried to save her, but the man, the Dark One, threw him with magic against a mast and tied him there with ropes. He finally managed to free himself with a rigging hook, but it was too late. The Dark One had taken his Milah’s heart. She fell into his arms and looked up at him with those beautiful blue eyes that he loved, eyes that he always thought Alice had inherited from her, and told Killian that she loved him. Then the Dark One crushed her heart before Killian could tell her he loved her back, and she was gone.

Henry still looked as gleeful as ever as Killian came back from the scene that had flitted before his eyes. Emma had gone over to the girls and was looking at their hands that were still sparking. His mind couldn’t quite comprehend what was happening. Magic wasn’t real. It wasn’t real.

Was it?

Killian had always prided himself on being practical. While he tried to create for Alice every fairy tale and fantasy she enjoyed (he would buy her fairy tale dresses and pretend to be the evil villain she would save herself from), he knew that those things weren’t real. He knew that wishing on a star or praying to a deity didn’t make miracles happen. He’d known that ever since he lost Milah in that fire. Or had he?

Between whatever had happened with the girls, the photo album that Henry had shown him and Emma, and the visions (or possibly memories) that were flashing unbidden through his mind, Killian wasn’t sure what to think anymore. But he did know, without a shadow of a doubt, that something was not right.

His mind was warring with him over what he knew to be the truth and what seemed to be pure fantasy. The more he tried to remember his past, the more these new visions danced in his head.

He was buried underneath a mass of bodies. All dead except for him. He was waiting for the one called The Savior. He knew she would come. Cora had promised (Cora? Why did that name seem familiar to him?). Knew she couldn’t resist saving a handsome scoundrel like himself. He put on his best act of playing the scared blacksmith who just happened to have hidden under bodies to avoid being killed by Cora. But she saw through him immediately. He could barely get a lie out before she had a knife to his throat. And while most men would find this intimidating, he always did love a challenge.

“Enough!” Killian shouted. Henry, who had been looking at the girls’ hands stared at him with wide eyes at his outburst. Hope had a slight bit of fear behind her already terror-stricken eyes, but Alice just huffed and glowered at him the way only a teenage daughter could. The blood was pounding in his ears, there was too much going on. Between the possibility of magic, his memories being false, and the visions that popped into his head, his head felt like it was about to burst.

He was angry.

“Have I told you a lie?”

Angry that his once simple life was no longer simple.

“Look out for yourself and you’ll never get hurt, right”

Angry that his memories were betraying him.

“Perhaps there’s a man that you loved in the life that you lost.”

Angry that he was unable to control himself in front of Emma with his outburst.

“I’m going to choose to see the best in you.”

Angry that he couldn’t control his anger around Alice, when he’d always been the calm one.

“You have to let me go, let me die a hero.”

Emma was suddenly in front of him, and her hands were on his shoulders. Her touch was feather light, but just the nearness of her helped to quell the anger that simmered within him. He lifted his head and unexpectedly stared into her eyes, emerald with flecks of hazel. “It’s going to be alright, Killian.” She whispered as she practically stared into his soul. A sense of calm flooded through him at her words, and then suddenly it was. Just her voice and touch calmed him, like she’d done it a million times before. Had she? It just felt right, like she had said in the car ride over. Could Henry be telling the truth and he and Emma had once been a happy couple in a different life?

Emma believed that magic was real and he’d agreed. Why?

Killian peered past Emma to see the girls and Henry in a hug. Alice lapped up the attention, but Hope still looked concerned about the events that had just transpired. Their fingers no longer flickered with the pink electricity.

Henry separated himself from the girls and pulled out a slightly flattened scroll from his pants pocket. Hope eyed it suspiciously while Alice looked like she was going to explode. Her whole body vibrated with excitement over the scrap of paper.

“Is that what I think it is?” She asked, her hands under her chin. They rubbed furiously in anticipation. “Is that the Snow Queen Scroll from the sequel?” Her voice was reaching dog hearing only status with her enthusiasm, something that Killian heard from her often since she got excited very easily. But Killian had no idea what a Snow Queen Scroll was or how it pertained to their current situation.

“Oh, Alice!’ Henry sighed in contentment. “I’m so glad you really paid attention to my book. Yes it is.” She beamed at him.

“NO!!” Both Henry and Alice screamed.

Their screams startled Killian. Henry he might have thought would object to them leaving, but Alice? Emma looked stunned that Henry wasn’t going along with her plan. And Hope, well, Hope looked royally pissed off.

“What is wrong with you?” Hope screamed. Killian noticed that she was directing her anger toward Henry and not at Alice. “We played your little game! We left camp! We stayed in the woods! We read your books! You still haven’t explained anything about anything that’s rational! What else could you possibly have to tell us that would make us stay out here in the middle of nowhere?” She knelt on the dirt road with her head in her hands and tried to stifle the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes.

They all turned to Henry for an explanation. Out of all of them, it seemed Hope was the least open to magic as an answer. Henry opened his mouth, but before he could even get a syllable out, Alice grabbed the scroll from his hand and opened it

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Alice hadn’t been sure that Hope would accept her hug, but she went to her anyway. To her twin. Her sister. Her missing half. She knew Hope still found this whole situation crazy, but Alice knew that it was right. Felt it in the depths of her soul.

“Please let me help you.” Alice whispered. Hope was very skittish right now, she knew with animals you had to speak softly so as not to scare them off, and that’s exactly how Hope was acting right now, so Alice felt the same principles applied.

Hope nodded and Alice wrapped her arms around her in a hug.

“I love you.” Alice said softly into Hope’s ear and barely touched her lips to her cheek. Hope melted into her at the words.

“I love you too.” She said, returning the hug.

And then the world exploded.

A burst of light that seemed to come from within them burst from them, and Alice knew exactly what that meant.

She knew that it meant that despite Hope’s reluctance about the situation and insistence that magic didn’t exist, that part of her believed. Otherwise, True Love’s Kiss (yes, with all the capitals) wouldn’t have worked.

The burst of magic had separated them, and Alice could see the look of utter confusion that clouded her sister’s face. Alice could not have been happier. The moment she had found out the truth from Henry’s book she had wondered if she and Hope held magic in their veins. If their mother had magic because Snow and Charming were True Love, then it held true that she and Hope must have it since the book had said they’d been proven to be True Love in the Underworld (the fact that her Papa had once died and then been brought back by the Greek God Zeus himself was one of the few revelations from the book that she had trouble wrapping her head around). Plus, how else were she and Hope supposed to defeat a descendent from Gaia without magic? Maybe that’s why Zeus had brought him back? And speaking of her Papa, Alice could see that he looked awful worried about what was going on.

Pale pink sparks were now emanating from her fingertips, similar to the pictures of Emma wielding her magic in Henry’s book. “This is amazing!” Alice stretched her fingers, watching the electricity shorten and expand like slime. It was the most amazing thing she had ever seen in her life. Her whole body now hummed with the addition of the magic, and while Alice had thought finding out she had a twin, plus a brother and a mother who was still alive would make her feel complete, the magic that had now bubbled up inside her felt like the final piece of the puzzle falling into place.

Hope did not look happy about the fact that she had magic radiating from her. The panic in her eyes made it obvious to Alice that Hope was clearly terrified about what was happening. And Alice almost had to laugh as Hope tried to wipe her magic off on her shorts. It was coming from within them, it wasn’t something that could be hidden. It was as much a part of them as their blue eyes and blonde hair.

“I didn’t think that could happen outside of Storybrooke!” Alice heard Henry exclaim. From what she’d read in Henry’s book, she hadn’t thought it could happen here either. But Alice had always known the world worked in mysterious ways. Why else would she have drawn pictures of people from Henry’s storybook before finding out that they were people from her past? How else would she and Hope have been randomly brought together at a sleepaway camp of all places? The stars had all seemed to align for them to meet and to be together at this particular place where their magic could surface in the ‘real world’. Emma had finally made it over to them and was gingerly inspecting their hands, as if she would find some explanation for why magic was suddenly appearing in them. Henry bounded over to get a closer look as well.

Alice turned toward her Papa, excited to show him the magic, to show him that this was real, but he seemed to be staring at something that wasn’t there. Something that made him look confused in one moment, then angry in the next. Henry had told them that when he told their parents the truth it might bring up some memories, but how they perceived them could confuse them. No doubt her Papa was seeing something from his past that didn’t seem like it was in the possibility of what he considered real. She could only imagine how disoriented it must be making him feel.

“Enough!” Papa shouted, and Alice couldn’t help shooting him a look that told him she did not approve of this outburst. He was supposed to be the calm one. But then she noticed the anger sweeping over his face. He reminded her of a volcano right before it was about to burst. Alice knew that this could lead to a panic attack, something she hadn’t seen from him in years. Suddenly, the magic coming from her hands was not as important as helping her Papa before he went over the edge.

But then Emma stepped forward. Alice could see the anger draining away and his body relaxing under Emma’s touch. In that moment, Alice knew, without a doubt, that these two were True Loves and even a curse that made them forget each other could never sever the connection that they had (so take that Gothel).

An arm reached around her, pulling her into a side hug as Henry squeezed her as tight as he could. Hope was on his other side getting the same treatment. Alice sighed in contentment; so this is what it felt like to have a brother.

Henry’s hug seemed to have calmed the magic down, though Alice could still feel it just under her skin. He pulled out a flattened piece of parchment tied together with a faded, red ribbon. Her ebullience about what that piece of parchment was and what it meant made her all aflutter. If Henry was pulling that out here it meant Storybrooke was here.

“Is that what I think it is?” Alice couldn’t keep her hands still. She tucked them under her chin, but the prospect of being this close to a place she’d only thought was part of a fantasy book only a few days ago had her bursting at the seams. “Is that the Snow Queen Scroll from the sequel?”

Henry confirmed that it was. It was here! Storybrooke was here!

“Ok, Henry. Enough of the theatrics. Let’s load up the girls and head home. We can call the camp and the police on the way back and let them know this was all a big misunderstanding.” Emma said, as she gathered Hope in her arms. Hope who, regardless of everything she had just seen, still would not allow herself to fully believe.

“NO!!” Alice screamed. And she realized that Henry had yelled it too.

And that’s when Hope lost it. “We played your little game! We left camp! We stayed in the woods! We read your books! You still haven’t explained anything about anything that’s rational! What else could you possibly have to tell us that would make us stay out here in the middle of nowhere?” She screamed and ranted and raved before she fell to her knees and tried not to let out all her anger in the form of tears.

Everyone looked to Henry for something resembling reason and Alice knew that if she didn’t take this chance the adults might stop things before Henry could do what he intended with the scroll. Before he could even attempt to get a word out, Alice snatched the scroll from his hands, opened it, and eagerly anticipated the results as she noticed a ripple in the air ahead of her.

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Hope could hear Henry laughing and it was making her even angrier than she already was. He was laughing at her. She couldn’t believe she’d gone along with this crazy scheme. She’d listened to Henry. She’d listened to him go on and on about fairytales being real. She’d stood by while Alice lapped up all the nonsense about them being twins and being separated by a curse. Hope read his damn stories looking for any clue as to what was really happening. She had assumed the stories were a metaphor for whatever had really happened. But Alice and Henry were talking about them like they were the absolute truth. Which couldn’t be true. Magic wasn’t real. Fairytales weren’t real.

She realized that no one had spoken a word after her rant. She was surprised. Her mother should have been comforting her. Or possibly yelling at Henry for upsetting his sister. Or telling him how ridiculous all this was. Or making him apologize to Alice and her father for dragging them into his delusion. But there was nothing, just silence.

Hope finally lifted her head from her hands and saw everyone staring at the road ahead. When they had driven up, Hope had thought it strange that Henry had decided on this spot to camp. There weren’t any facilities around. They were literally in the middle of nowhere. The only object marking the spot was a large boulder on the left side of the road. Except now when Hope looked toward that boulder, two signs sat on either side of the road. On one side was obviously the back of a sign, but on the other, opposite from the boulder, with a red line running in between, was a large white sign that said “Welcome to Storybrooke”.

And now, Hope was wondering if she had finally joined Henry in his insanity.

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Hi, I've got a question out of nowhere! I was looking to re-read a story And When You Soar that was on my AO3 bookmark list and it's apparently not there anymore! I think it was your story? Can I ask what happened to it? If it's indeed the story I remember, I loved it!

Hi! Oh wow. It’s definitely my story! I’m smiling so big because you want to reread it. So…..as for what happened to it, I got a little overwhelmed with all my responsibilities in real life and how little time I had for writing. All my wips just felt like a heavy weight on my shoulders, because no matter how much I wanted to finish them I just didn’t think I’d ever have time. And I also felt so guilty about leaving them for so long without updates and letting readers down. So, I deleted all my wips from AO3 and vowed to only post them again when they were complete on my end (except for editing) and I could update them on a regular schedule. And When You Soar was supposed to be a relatively quick story, but then, as stories do, it took on a life of it’s own and there ended up being way more to it than I originally thought, so it got pulled too.

I’m actually in the middle of writing a long one-shot right now that’s fairly close to being sent to my beta. I don’t know what’s wrong with my writing brain right now, but I get huge bursts of inspiration for something new, then it fades, and rinse and repeat. Super unhelpful.

Now, the good news is, I’ve found myself at the very beginning of a period of being off work and quarantined at home because of this delightful pandemic we’re all experiencing, so I’m going to attack my wips with intensity and AWYS has a very good chance of getting finished soon and back up on ao3. Honestly, thank you so much for this ask because I wasn’t sure what wip from my list to work on after the one I’m finishing now, and you’ve made the decision easy for me. Thank you so much, lovely human! To hold you over until I post it again………

And When You Soar-Chapter 1

Alec ducked his head and stepped through the door and into the plane. He stopped when the elderly woman in front of him came to a standstill and looked around, transferring his suitcase to his other hand. He acknowledged the flight attendant standing to his left with his usual tight smile.

“Welcome aboard,” she greeted him, flashing him a bigger smile of her own.

“Thanks,” Alec answered her before his attention shifted to the open door just past her. A tall pilot standing just inside the flight cabin nodded at him and then turned his attention to who Alec assumed was his co-pilot. Always curious, Alec leaned to the side to see more of the other pilot, but his view into the small space was almost completely obstructed by the large man

“Sir,” the woman said to get his attention again.

He looked over at her and saw that she was motioning for him to move along into the cabin. He realized that the people in front of him had moved forward and he was holding up the line.

“Sorry,” he whispered, as if talking at a normal volume would cause further disturbance.

She just smiled at him sweetly again, and then turned her attention to whoever was behind him. Alec shifted his suitcase so that he could fit down the aisle, and focussed on finding his seat without taking out the tiny woman in front of him. He located his row near the back of the plane and saw that his seatmates hadn’t yet boarded, so he quickly stowed his bag in the overhead compartment and sat down in the aisle seat.

Normally, Alec loved being tall. He never needed a step stool, he had always been chosen first for basketball teams in high-school gym class, and he could see over everyone’s head in a crowd. It also made intimidating people fairly effortless, not that he would ever admit that out loud. Being tall was almost always a perk, but he found that flights were one of the few glaring exceptions.

He always sprang for first class when he had to be on a plane for more than a few hours, but his sister’s last-minute plans had him booking the only available seat on the only available flight that would fit into his demanding schedule. He barely had time to get a workout in and grab a quick shower before his Uber pulled up. He was feeling very lucky that he at least got an aisle seat, and even so, there simply wasn’t going to be a position that would make his legs happy. It was going to be a long night and his only hope would be to fall asleep, which was unlikely, as he found it especially difficult to do in crowded places.

He grabbed his phone and earbuds out of his backpack and put it under the seat in front of him, barely leaving enough room to squeeze his black Nikes in there. When he glanced back up, he could see that there was a young man and woman waiting patiently for him to get up so they could take the seats next to him. He quickly stood and moved to the side. The man eyed him up and down suspiciously and then quickly changed positions with who Alec could only assume was his girlfriend so that he would be sitting next to Alec instead of her. Alec barely contained an eye roll. Heterosexuals. He gave them plenty of space while they got settled and then gingerly lowered himself back into his seat, already regretting going so hard in the gym that morning as his thighs still protested from yesterday’s workout. He would feel it doubly tomorrow.

He went through the process of checking and returning messages on his phone. He handled a few work emails and then touched base with his family. He answered a text from Izzy.

Did you make your flight?

Barely

That’s the spirit. See you soon. 😘

If by “soon” you mean in 9 hours, then yes, that.

Grouchy…..You got stuck in economy again didn’t you? Such a diva.

Next time you come up with some grand scheme, I’m going to need you to think of my legs.

Promise, but I’m sure you could use your powers of persuasion to get yourself into first class. 😎😍

You’re confusing me with you, again

Oh, Alec. Try not to have too much fun.😂 We’ll pick you up at the airport.

Hey, I know how to have fun.

And by “we”, do you mean…..

Simon and I. I wouldn’t bring mom or dad. I’m not that mean.☹️

I have plenty of scars that suggest otherwise, but I’ll see you in 9 short hours.

Love you, big brother

Love you, too.

The perky flight attendant had started her safety speech, which was thankfully straight to the point and not one of those lame ones trying to make everyone laugh. Alec fastened his seatbelt across his black joggers and logged into the airline’s Wi-Fi. He put his phone on airplane mode as soon as he was connected. He glanced over at his seatmates to see the man was huddled up next to his companion and they were chatting quietly and giggling. He didn’t think he had to worry about them trying to talk to him, but he stuck a wireless earbud in that ear anyway just to be sure. He scanned the rest of the passengers within view of him and tried to settle comfortably in his seat when he decided that everything was as it should be.

The pilot he had seen when he boarded the plane came out a few moments later and did the standard pre-flight announcement. Captain Garroway had a deep and booming voice, so Alec clearly heard the weather and their destination all the way from his seat in the back of the plane.

He busied himself with scrolling through his playlist to distract himself during take off. He wasn’t a nervous flyer, but the knowledge that nearly all plane crashes happened during ascent and descent kept him from really relaxing until they were fully up in the air. Being out of control in any situation went against every fiber of his being, and he just had to work through it. He spread his legs a little, pushing his knees all the way against the seatback in front of him, praying that the person wouldn’t want to recline their seat. He crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes.

The plane had just hit cruise height, the most nerve wracking part over, and he was listening to a conversation between a mother and child in front of him when his phone buzzed in his lap.

Alec swiped down his notifications and pulled his eyebrows together when he saw what app the push notification had come from. Of all times to get a message from someone on Grindr, this one had to be the weirdest. He hadn’t even had an account for twenty-four hours yet, only having downloaded it late the night before out of boredom. His sister had joked recently that he needed to “Meet someone on Grindr or something to let off some steam”, and despite everything in his being telling him he wouldn’t be happy with such a thing, he had done it anyway. He wasn’t exactly sure why he had listened to her, because he had no interest in hooking up with a random guy just because he was within so many feet of him. There was actually someone he had something really casual with, but it had been a while since he’d seen him. So, he could probably chalk this horrible lapse in decision making up to being frustrated and horny. Still, he had no intention of using the app, not really.

He thought about dismissing the message without reading it, almost laughing at the thought of having sex with some random stranger in the tiny plane bathroom, when it hit him that the message actually had to be from someone currently on the plane with him. That thought had him sitting up straighter and looking around him as inconspicuous as possible. He didn’t see anyone staring at him, but still, like the truly paranoid person he was, he turned down the brightness on his screen so the people around him would be less likely to see what he was doing. Hesitantly, he opened the message.

It was from someone called “CoyNotCryptic” and the icon wasn’t a person, but instead was an aerial photo of a city he didn’t recognize. Oh-kayyy, that wasn’t going to tell him anything. He looked around the cabin again and then read the message.

I see you’re on my flight. Enjoy the ride to Rome.

Alec stared at the words in disbelief. What are the chances? He quickly tried to figure out who this mystery messenger could be. A fellow passenger? The app informed him that it was someone ninety feet away, which would have to be someone toward the front of the plane. A passenger in first class maybe? Alec looked up at the flight attendants suspiciously. Both were women and he didn’t see a third, but that didn’t necessarily mean there wasn’t another one there. First class sometimes had their own attendant. Thoroughly flustered, he turned off his screen and laid it face down in his lap again, still eyeing the people around him and the front of the cabin.

He made it an impressive five minutes before he unlocked his phone and pulled up the message thread. He clicked on the mystery person’s profile.

All he learned from that was that the guy was 3O ish years old, 5’11”, 175lbs, Bi, and Single. Seemed intriguing enough, but a picture definitely would have been extremely helpful. Fucking Grindr. This was why he didn’t want to mess with it in the first place. He wasn’t going to answer it. Absolutely not. What would he even say? What if the person was a total creep and it was a disaster for the entire eight-hour flight?

Just a few minutes later, bored and antsy, he decided that it was going to bother him if he didn’t at least find out who it was. Oh, what the hell , he thought, and typed out a message.

The chances of this happening have to be a million to one, right?

He tapped his foot nervously while he waited the fifteen seconds for an answer to come.

I’m not privy to the exact statistics, but it doesn’t happen very often, in my professional experience. Does this mean you’re one in a million?

Alec swallowed a laugh. The wording of the message made him feel more like it was someone working on the flight. That was probably less risky than a random passenger. More than a little intrigued, he typed a reply.

By that logic, you would be one in a million, also.

Oh, I definitely am.

How self-aware of you.

Self-aware and humble.

And….working right now??

Yes, although it doesn’t feel like work at the moment.

Because I’m distracting you?

Don’t get ahead of yourself. It could be the 40-ton jet I’m flying. -MB

Alec nearly dropped his damn phone and he was ninety percent sure he said, “No way,” out loud instead of in his head. The pilot!! The pilot was messaging him on Grindr. What the actual hell had Izzy gotten him into?! He had the passing thought that maybe it was somebody else on the plane fucking with him, and he looked around for about the tenth time. And MB? Most definitely not the initials of Garroway, the pilot he saw before. Must’ve been the pilot he hadn’t been able to get a good look at when he boarded.

He didn’t have time to go too far down that rabbit hole of thought, because just then a voice filled the cabin. This one was very different than Captain Garroway’s and it got Alec’s full attention, to say the least.

“Good evening, lovely passengers, this is Captain Bane speaking.”

This voice sent a shiver down his spine and made every nerve ending wake up and take notice. It was a voice of pure silk that made Alec think of skin on skin, of dark passionate nights, of hushed whispers between sloppy kisses.

He was absolutely reeling at the realization that “MB” from Grindr was also Captain Bane, the pilot of this airplane, a man whose voice alone stimulated every cell in Alec’s body. He was thoroughly fucked for the duration of this flight and he couldn’t even find it in himself to be mad about it.

“We are now cruising along at an altitude of 30,000 feet. You may use any larger electronic devices you have at this time, on airplane mode, of course. I’m very good at what I do, but I’d prefer a smooth and easy ride tonight.”

Alec pursed his lips to contain his disbelieving laugh, his eyes wide.

“Please also feel free to take your seatbelt off if you need to move around the cabin, but be sure to put it back on anytime you’re in your seat. This is just a precaution in case of unexpected turbulence, or in the event I jerk my stick a little too hard.”

The passengers around him chuckled at the joke, but Alec thought that there was no possible way in hell any of them could be as affected by those words as he was. This was an unbelievable turn of events.

“My darling flight attendants will be doing drink service soon, and I’d like to ask you to be patient and enjoy whatever quenches your thirst. Please exercise self-control, though, as this is a long flight for all of us. Also, just a reminder that any long arms or long legs that are taking up aisle space, are most definitely at risk of being taken out by Clary and her cart, and need to be tucked safely in your seat. Thank you very much and enjoy the ride to Rome.”

This man. Holy. Fucking. Shit. He needed a drink from Clary and her cart ASAP.

He stared at his phone and that last message. It was clearly his move now, and considering how buzzed he was from the announcements alone, he wanted to make it a good one. He decided he very much wanted to play this game.

Aren’t there rules about texting and flying?

You are in very capable hands. I wasn’t joking when I said I’m good at what I do.

In all seriousness though, my co-pilot is doing all the heavy lifting at the moment, but if this makes you nervous, I’ll stop. I like to keep my customers happy.

Don’t stop.

I’m not worried.

Good. Tell me something?

Ask away.

What takes you to Rome?

My little sister’s impromptu wedding.

Scandalous. Have you met her other half?

Oh, yeah. They’ve been together for a while. The engagement isn’t that surprising, and, really, the quick wedding isn’t either if you know my family. She’s avoiding a lot of drama. I can’t really blame her.

Ah, family drama, ever delightful.

Unfortunately there’s no shortage of it with mine.

How long are you staying in Rome for the wedding?

Just a few days.

It’s an absolutely beautiful city. I can make some recommendations if you’d like……

That would be great.

Perky red rolled up to him with her cart, pulling his focus away from the conversation. He reluctantly placed the phone face down on his tray and tried to not look impatient as he got his wallet with his card out of his bag. She asked the couple next to him what they wanted, and Alec dutifully passed a soda and a red wine over. She ignored his debit card and poured a whiskey on the rocks, probably the most expensive they had on board, and handed it over to him. His confusion must have shown on his face because she winked at him and pointed to the front of the plane. It took a couple seconds for him to get it and then he glanced to his side to be sure the people next to him weren’t paying attention.

“Oh, uh, thanks,“ he whispered, and immediately felt like a moron.

“No problem. If you need anything else at all, just let me know. I’ll be back around for meal orders in just a little bit.”

Alec took a big sip of his drink. It was easily twice the size of the drinks you normally received on a plane and he felt a little guilty that he hadn’t even paid for it. He resisted the urge to look around and see if anyone had noticed his special treatment.

He checked his phone as soon as he felt relaxed from the warmth that had burned its way down his chest. There were no new messages, but he decided that sending him a drink was a pretty loud and clear message of its own and he started typing.

So, now you are flying a plane, texting, AND buying me a drink?! Show off.

Is that a thank you?

Of course. How did you even know where I was sitting?

Well, you see, there are these things called ‘Flight Manifests’ and pilots receive one for every flight. Although I must admit I’ve never found one quite as useful as I do now.

By the way, who uses their real name for a Grindr profile??

People who want their pilots to send them free booze.

Ah. Well, your grand scheme is working out quite nicely then, I’d say.

Seriously though, thank you for the drink.

You’re most welcome, Alexander. (So useful, that manifest)

Nobody calls me that except for my mother when she’s angry with me.

Would you rather I not?

No….you can.

Good, because I’m fond of it.

Speaking of things I’m fond of, Clary tells me that your "longest legs ever” have no business at all being in coach.

Ah, well, you can blame my sister and her last minute plans for that.

Wait, do you have everyone spying on me?!

Not everyone, just Clary, I suppose. Though, to be fair, she mentioned your legs before I had her bring you a drink. Seems “tall, dark, and handsome” appeals to all genders.

I’m going to need more alcohol if you’re going to keep saying things like that.

I’ll let Clary know the gorgeous man with mile long legs in C36 needs another drink soon.

I’m actually blushing.

I’d give my Louis luggage to see that for myself.

I don’t do selfies.

Really? Not even for the man who tried to get you a seat in First class?

It was all booked. I checked.

Yes, it is. But I tried to offer someone top shelf alcohol for the duration of the flight to switch with you.

YOU DIDN��T. Please tell me you didn’t.

Doesn’t matter. It didn’t work anyway. Please pass my apologies onto your legs.

No.

No?

No. If you have a message for my legs, you’ll have to deliver it yourself.

Do you really think it’s wise to cause a rise in the heart rate of the pilot who is flying your plane?

My bad. Pass my apologies onto your heart?

If I have to deliver messages in person, then you do as well.

Can you put the pedal to the floor? Get us on the ground any faster?

Do you know anything at all about airplanes?

No, but you could teach me.

With pleasure.

Lkkdfskhdkhsdfkhd.

Did he really send a keysmash? He did. He did that, as eloquent as ever. Slightly mortified, he waited to be teased for it. When no message came through, he checked his Wi-Fi connection, then his watch, and finally scrolled through his playlist and chose some music, trying to busy himself with something other than shamelessly flirting with the man currently keeping them alive way above the surface of the earth. He was probably very busy at the moment and Alec had to get a grip, especially since they were only an hour and a half into the flight.

By the time the dinner cart went through an hour later, Alec had returned a few more emails, done his budget for the month, organized all the photos in his gallery, and archived all the files on his phone that he didn’t need anymore. He also might have checked Grindr for new messages about twenty times, so he was more than a little ready for that second drink.

This time the other attendant came through, the one with the darker skin and curly hair. She was just as helpful and nice as Clary, but much less hyper, and Alec found that she had a way about her that he liked. With a knowing smile she served him up the same drink as before. She didn’t even try to tell him where it came from, which he appreciated, because at this point he was more than a little self conscious that the entire staff seemed to know the pilot was sending him things.

She took his dinner order and returned twenty minutes later with what could only amount to two standard airline meals and yet another glass of amber liquid. This one was smaller and accompanied by a bottle of water. He didn’t miss how she took his credit card and made herself look busy, before handing it back without actually swiping it. He gave her a genuine smile, very much appreciating her discretion and she patted his shoulder as she went by.

He usually didn’t like to be touched by people, let alone strangers, reserving his physical affection for his family alone. Maybe it was the alcohol warming his veins or the fact that he was currently being lavished with gifts, but he found that the small touch made him happy.

Eventually, he was relaxed enough that he felt like he may actually be able to sleep, but he still declined a pillow and blanket when they came through passing them out to everyone. There was no way he was going to be able to get that comfortable around this many strangers. He made a quick trip to the restroom and stopped in the aisle to stretch his legs and torso as much as he could in the tight space, before regrettably sliding back into his seat. He knocked back the last bit of his drink and followed it with the water, before sliding his tray back up and settling in. His phone buzzed on his leg.

How was dinner?

Pretty good, actually. I think I owe you a few hundred dollars at this point.

Nonsense, it was my pleasure.

Thank you.

Is it sad that this is probably better than any date I’ve ever had?

That’s only because you haven’t been on a proper date with me ; )

Or because I’m bad at the whole dating thing. (Did you just winky face me?)

I think, given the right company, you’d do better than you think. (Yes, yes I did.)

Hah. A high compliment.

How about this for a compliment…….You really need to warn my staff before you go stretching in the aisle, again. Nobody benefits from a passed out crew.

Who told you about that?

Oh, just a little conversation between Clary and Maia.

Ugh.

I like Maia.

AND DON’T YOU HAVE A PLANE TO FLY?!

Shhhhhhhhh. I’m a professional, remember?

And I figured you would. She likes you, too.

Nobody likes me.

That’s very much not true. I happen to have it on good authority that just a small little sliver of your stomach can cause an impressive stir.

Please stop.

Are you blushing again?

I’m not sending you a selfie.

What if I pout?

Don’t do that. I’ll be forced to take one and then I’ll die of embarrassment. Nobody needs that.

*Sighs* I rather like you living, so I’ll give you a pass this time.

So generous.

You have no idea how generous I can be.

You can’t just keep saying things like that to me.

Why not? I’m just trying to give you “sweet dreams” material.

That might be the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard.

Did it make you smile?

Maybe……

Yes.

Good. Regrettably, I have to go do the heavy lifting now. I’ll leave you to sleep.

Sleep. Sure. Easy. No problem.

Goodnight, Alexander.

Surprisingly, sleep came easier than he ever could have imagined it would, given the situation, which made him thankful for the food, booze, and the exhaustion that came with being up for almost twenty-four hours straight. He drifted off replaying the messages from Captain Bane in his head over and over and a relaxed smile on his face.

Alec woke with a start when the man in his row slid their window shade all the way up. He squinted against the bright sun, a clear indication that he slept longer than just a few hours. He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands and tried to blink the sleep from them. When he looked around he saw that a few people were still sleeping, but most were awake and talking quietly, with various drinks and snacks. It seemed he had slept through the beverage cart and probably some announcements, and he imagined that they had to be pretty close to landing in Rome.

He hit his knee on something and looked down to see that someone had lowered his tray and placed a lidded cup of coffee, a bottle of water and a blueberry muffin on it. That’s when it all came back to him. He scrambled around in his lap to find his phone, dropping it on the floor in his haste. He leaned down in the tight space to get it and hit his head on the seatback in front of him. “Shit!”

He glanced at his seatmates and said a quick, “Sorry,” for cursing and causing a ruckus, but didn’t pay attention to them long enough to see their reactions. He had much better things to do.

He managed to fish his phone off the floor and quickly straightened, sliding down his notifications with impressive speed and selecting the one he wanted.

Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. If you need anything else, let me know.

Alec grinned and took a big gulp of his coffee before replying. He needed to wake up fast.

You are a gift, you know that?

Does that mean you’re going to eagerly unwrap me?

It’s too early for sentences like that.

It’s never too early for sentences like that.

How long until we land?

An hour and seventeen minutes.

Aren’t you getting tired?

I’m used to it, darling. Don’t worry about me.

Darling. He actively tried to keep a stupid smile from taking over his face. An hour. An hour until he exited this plane…..through the front of the plane. The front of the plane where this man currently was. Fuck. He needed a lot more coffee, a toothbrush, and a mirror STAT. He looked down at his crumpled t-shirt and jogging pants and swore under his breath. Truthfully, Alec wasn’t even sure he would be seeing him in person when they landed. He hadn’t seen him when they boarded, and so maybe it would be a repeat of that. That thought was too disappointing for him though, so he pushed it away and set about righting himself, just in case.

He drank his coffee down as quickly as he could without burning his mouth. Then he wrapped his muffin up in the package and put it in his backpack, knowing there was no way his nervous early morning stomach would tolerate it. He grabbed his toiletry bag and rushed to the bathroom before the imminent announcement that they had to stay in their seats.

Once he was folded in the cramped space, he brushed his teeth and thanked God for his recent haircut in preparation for the wedding. He spent a few minutes mussing his hair up with his fingers and a bit of water before deciding it was about as good as it was going to get. He ran his hand over his face and decided the scruff there wasn’t too bad, not bad enough to shave in an airplane bathroom, at least.

He started to stretch and then abruptly stopped, self-conscious that people would notice and he’d be the subject of mile-high gossip once again. He returned to his seat feeling a bit more human and a lot more nervous.

Clary came walking down the aisle with purpose, smiled way too brightly at him for 7 a.m. and handed him a folded up slip of paper. He hesitantly took it with a polite, “Thanks,” and immediately opened it and read the elegant script.

Meet me up front, if you want , after everyone else has deplaned.

~M.

If you want. He wasn’t sure he had ever wanted anything so much in his life.

Captain Garroway came over the intercom to let them know they were beginning their descent and Alec didn’t comprehend any of it. He put his seatbelt on when others around him did and tried to stop bouncing his leg nervously. Maybe he had a little too much coffee.

Ten minutes later they landed in Rome without incident, and Alec unbuckled his seatbelt and wiped his sweaty palms on his pants. Why the hell was he so nervous? He watched as the other passengers gathered their belongings and exited at an agonizingly slow pace. Twice he got up and helped someone get a bag out of the compartment to hurry the process along. He tried really fucking hard to not compare the man across from him to a sloth, like a total asshole. Finally, when it got to his row he stood up and let the man and woman go by him.

Once they had their stuff gathered, the woman unexpectedly turned to Alec and said, “I just have to know, are you some kind of celebrity or something?”

Alec balked.

The man with her looked shocked as he nudged her. “Jules!”

She shrugged. “What? It’s kind of obvious.” She turned back to Alec. “Which movies are you in?”

Alec huffed out a laugh, “What? No…”

He was relieved when her boyfriend tugged her along even if he was kind of amused at the last disbelieving look she shot him.

The last few rows went by without any more accusations of stardom, which Alec was very grateful for, and then Clary passed by him last, with a wink and a little wave. He groaned out loud and didn’t even feel bad for it.

There was movement at the front of the plane from the crew and he forced himself to not focus on any of it, but instead he pulled his suitcase out of the overhead bin and threw his backpack over his shoulder. He started walking.

It all became too real when he saw Clary and Maia exit the plane behind the passengers. That wasn’t normal, was it? That definitely wasn’t normal. Jesus Christ, his heart was going to beat out of his chest. He got to first class and the other pilot, Garroway, was standing there in front of the cockpit door, his bag in hand. He shot Alec a smug, crooked smile and left the plane without a word.

And then there he stood.

There he stood looking way more beautiful than anyone who had been working all night had any right to. His eyes were bright and kohl-rimmed, his features strong and beautiful even as he nervously rubbed the fingers of his left hand together. He really was a kind of perfect that Alec hadn’t even realized existed. He wanted to devour him.

Alec watched, a little stunned, as he stepped forward. Then, he tilted his head up in a challenge and parted his lips, and that was all it took.

Alec abandoned his luggage right there in the aisle and went to him. He reached out with both hands, pressing one hand to his hip and grabbing his shirt with the other, pulling him into him. He kissed him hard, already drowning in the scent of him, the feel of him.

They started stumbling backward, and Alec realized that he was throwing his weight around too much, but fucking hell, he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t even think as he pressed their lips together over and over. He wanted it hard and fast, soft and slow, any and every way he could have him.

They stumbled through the door and into the back of the captain’s chair with an “oomph” and Alec opened his eyes briefly to drink him in.

“Alec,” he said, his breath hot on Alec’s lips, eyes still closed.

“Magnus,” Alec said, stepping into him even more, closing the tiniest bit of space that was left between them. “Fuck, I missed you.”

Magnus opened his eyes and smiled at him. “Yes, I can feel that,” he said, rolling his hips against Alec’s.

“You haven’t felt anything yet,” Alec said, his voice gruff.

Magnus slid a hand between them, “Oh, this isn’t just anything,” he said, rubbing fingers down Alec’s length through his pants. He curled them under the waistband and tugged, causing Alec to go from half-hard to fully erect in no time flat. “I like these pants…….a lot.”

Alec rubbed circles on Magnus’ ribcage with his thumb to distract himself so he could manage to speak a coherent sentence. “They’re perfect for long flights.”

He nearly whimpered when Magnus retracted his hand, but somehow still managed to narrow his eyes at him. “Speaking of long flights,” he said, “I’m supposed to be mad at you.”

Magnus smiled at him. “Oh, really? Whatever did I do?”

At that moment he realized how much he had missed that. His smile, his cunning wit, the elegance with which he spoke, his humor. All of it. He had missed all of Magnus. Desperately. He couldn’t believe he even considered the notion that anyone he met on a hookup app would be enough.

He stepped back a little bit, trying to be serious, but he didn’t remove his hands from Magnus’ waist, because he wasn’t planning on going far, maybe ever. “Well, you were in the city where I live and you didn’t even call me,” he accused, trying not to sound too desperate and probably failing miserably.

Magnus’ eyes twinkled with mischief, which should have prepared Alec for what came next, but before he knew it Magnus had changed their positions, and Alec was being pushed back against the chair, with Magnus pressing up against him, chest to hip. He leaned in and whispered in Alec’s ear, “Mmmmmm, well, if you needed me to dick you down, all you had to do was say something.” He nibbled gently at his earlobe and Alec almost forgot how to move air.

Fucking hell, if that didn’t make him damn near want to beg. “This is me saying something.”

Magnus kissed his neck ever so lightly, which sent shivers all the way down his body. “Hmmmm, what exactly are you saying, darling?”

“Magnus,” he said, exasperated and damn near floating with desire. Or lack of oxygen. Probably both.

“Alexander,” he practically purred back.

That was the first time Alec had ever heard him say his full name and he hoped it wasn’t even close to the last time. He actually fucking whimpered, and that was when he decided this wasn’t the time to be stubborn. “I need you to dick me down,” he admitted, snaking a hand up and grabbing Magnus’ hair. He pulled his head back and away from his neck to get back some control, instead kissing him deeply, sliding his tongue into his mouth and languidly tasting him.

Magnus moaned into his mouth and returned the kiss with equal intensity, before pulling away to answer him, grinding their hips together once more for good measure.

“With pleasure, if you promise to put that beautiful mouth of yours to good use.”

Alec’s whole body was singing at that promise. “Deal.” He looked around, thinking of logistics for all the things they were about to do, and then he was snapped back into the reality of exactly where they were.

“You’re a pilot,” he said, matter of fact, even if a little breathless.

“I am.” Magnus smiled. “Are you impressed?”

“Very, but what else is new?” Alec answered.

Magnus laughed, “I have to admit this is turning out most favorable for me as well.”

Alec looked around, “How long before you have to fly out again?”

Magnus said, “A couple of days…ish.”

“Ish?” Alec asked.

“That’s what I said.”

“Can you come to my hotel later?” Alec asked.

Magnus bit his bottom lip, then grinned. “You aren’t even a little tempted to do it right here, Alec? It is a Cock-pit, after all. It’s right there in the name,” he whispered.

Alec smiled, “Wow.” Honestly, fuck him for being so sexy while delivering such outrageous lines.

Magnus laughed deeply, and Alec ran a large hand down his chest and pulled his shirt down to kiss what he could of his collar bone. “Believe me, I’m very, very tempted, but I want to get you completely naked, lay you out on a bed, and take my time with you. I’ve had enough of cramped spaces for a while.”

“How could I possibly argue with that logic?” Magnus asked.

“You can’t,” Alec said.

“Text me your hotel information and give me a couple of hours?” Magnus asked.

The “couple of hours” part had him rethinking the whole “fucking in the cockpit of this plane” business, but he pushed away from Magnus with Herculean effort and placed one last and lingering kiss to his lips.

Alec forced himself to go back into the plane to collect his belongings, feeling Magnus’ eyes on him the whole way. When he passed by him again, Magnus was leaning against the door, a knowing smirk on his face.

Alec gestured to Magnus’ uniform. “Are you going to be wearing this when you stop by?” He couldn’t resist asking.

Magnus’ eyes crinkled with his smile. “Ooh, does someone have a kink?”

“Says the man who’s obsessed with my legs,” he countered, grinning back.

Magnus laughed, and Alec thought that it might very well be the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. “Get out of my airplane, Alexander.”

#asks #answers #ever-so-nice #this was so lovely #thank you #and im sorry for being such a damn hot mess #and when you soar #oh how i have to get to working on this #ive missed this version of them #fanfic #myfics #malec #malec au #pilot magnus #the one prompted by the twitter post of a pilot messaging someone on grindr

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Chapters: 2/5 Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Indiana Jones Series Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Arnold Ernst Toht, Sallah (Indiana Jones), Rene Belloq Additional Tags: Indiana Jones Fusion, Canon Compliant, If You Squint - Freeform, Pulp Adventure, nazis but they all die, Strong Aziraphale (Good Omens), Mutual Pining, Ark of the Covenant, References to Ancient Egypt, Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), First Kiss, Fade to Black, slight mentions of trueforms, the inherent tenderness of healing miracles, crowley unionizes some snakes, and gets trapped in a glass case of Emotion, but really it's just a demon trap, Alcohol, Quite extraordinary amounts of alcohol, bickerflirting, Post-Scene: St James's Park 1862 (Good Omens), it's not like right after but it's important, die nazi scum, Animal Death, but the animal works for the nazis so, temporary implied discorporation, don't worry he's fine Summary:

CHAPTER 2 - REVAMPED AND RENEWED!

As y’all know from my post on Tuesday, I have revised and re-edited the first two chapters of my Raiders of the Lost Ark fusion; so here is Chapter 2! After this I’ll be posting on Thursdays starting with Chapter 3 next week! Snippet below, followed by the link to AO3 <3 <3

And a big major thank you as always to @yamisnuffles for making this exist with her screen cap redraws, to @narumikaiko for amazing beta work, and @luritto for the brit-picking - and to everyone in GPH, SOSH, WPH, and MoFu for their cheerleading on this! I love y’all so much!

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Cairo, Egypt. 1936

The flight from Nepal was awkward to say the least. Aziraphale was struggling with his thoughts; so many things he could say. That he wanted to say. All of them boiling down to the barest of apologies before they could force their way out of his mouth. Based on how much Crowley was fidgeting in his seat, he was pretty sure they were in similar boats in this situation.

It was strange to consider. They had gone longer without speaking. Whole millennia in a couple of instances. This time felt different. This time felt like there was a line drawn in the sand, waiting for one of them to cross it. Crowley had always been an unstoppable force; Aziraphale, in this case, was the immovable object. Stuck in a stalemate of little more than pride.

Aziraphale risks a glance in Crowley’s direction, finds ochre eyes fixed on his own. He smiles nervously, darting his eyes back away and worrying at the ring on his little finger. Aziraphale wonders when exactly Crowley had started making him this particular brand of anxious.

“How is it that I tempted humans into knowledge, and you ended up a professor?” Crowley says clearing his throat, breaking the silence, “What did your lot have to say about that?”

“Nothing at all, actually. Seems they’re still a bit behind on paperwork from the Great War, they’ve left me alone for several decades now.” Aziraphale relaxes a bit, letting the tension ease out of his shoulders.

“Nice then, innit?” Crowley was doing his best to use the airplane seat in the most incorrect way possible, “Do what you want, they just bugger off. Haven’t heard from my lot in a while either, figured it was the geography. They’re probably just as swamped as yours though.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me,” Aziraphale says, smiling kindly at a stewardess who hands him a package of peanuts, “Tell me more about Nepal, how on earth did you end up somewhere so dreadfully cold?”

“Dunno, really,” Crowley says, grinning from ear to ear, “beacon of bad ideas and dangerous people, seemed a good idea at the time, I guess.”

Maybe this isn’t such a lost cause, Aziraphale thinks to himself as he feels the frozen decades between them start to melt, maybe we can at least get back to where we were.

A few hours later, stepping off of the airplane and onto the tarmac in Cairo, Aziraphale steals a glance at Crowley. He’s stretching his arms high over his head, as though reaching up to touch the sun. Probably hadn’t seen good sunlight in years. It would be no surprise to Aziraphale to see some of Crowley’s more snake-like tendencies come out here, where the air is warm and dry.6 He immediately averts his gaze when Crowley’s shirt rides up just a bit too high. Sure enough, there are the beginning of scales creeping up his spine.

Aziraphale swallows hard and bids his heart to quit pounding as Crowley turns back to him with a smile. It’s one of pure unbridled happiness tinged with just a bit of mischief. Aziraphale rolls his eyes, feigning annoyance in the face of his own affections, and scans the area. Soon enough he notices a short man in a smart cream suit hurrying towards them.

“Ezra, my old friend! Welcome! Welcome to Cairo; city of the living! Paradise on Earth,” Sallah pulls Aziraphale into a friendly hug, practically lifting him off the ground.

Aziraphale was always happy to see a friendly face, especially one of his oldest human friends. He and Sallah had worked together in the early twenties, and there was no one he could count on more for this.

“It’s good to see you again, my friend,” Aziraphale says with a wide smile, “And how are Fayah and the kids? I believe in our last correspondence you said there were eight of them now?”

“Nine as it were! It’s been a while since I’ve written,” Sallah looks over to Crowley, a bit perplexed, “And who is your friend here?”

Crowley extends a hand, “Crowley, I’m an...associate of Dr. Fell’s.” Crowley shoots a rather pointed look in Aziraphale’s direction, raising his eyebrow, before Sallah pulls him into a bone-breaking hug. Aziraphale suppresses a laugh at Crowley’s clear discomfort before Sallah lets him go.

“Any friend of Ezra’s is a friend of mine, indeed,” he says with a laugh that shakes through his whole body, “Come, you are both welcome in our home! We will discuss Tanis there.”

Sallah hurries ahead of them to his truck and Aziraphale turns to Crowley.

“What?” Aziraphale asks, not meeting Crowley’s gaze.

“ Ezra? ” the demon asks, grinning like a madman. “Really?”

Aziraphale huffs indignantly, “What’s wrong with my alias?”

“Nothing,” Crowley says, face softening, “suits you, sort of.”

Aziraphale knows the tips of his ears must be turning pink, but he ignores it. “Oh, well, thank you.” His eyes dart away from Crowley’s face, unable to reconcile the softness of that smile with the warmth in his chest. Aziraphale tries his best not to look at him as they clamber into the truck.

The trip to Sallah’s home is uneventful, but Aziraphale holds onto his worries. The strange German man from the bar had escaped, and though Aziraphale would love to think that was the last of it, he’s sure their troubles aren’t over.

Given his time here on Earth though, was that really so out of the ordinary? He and Crowley both had seen so much in their millennia of life, been party to so many wars and acts of espionage. Of kings and countries, warlords and barbarians, even of God and Lucifer themselves. This would be just another drop in that bucket.

Aziraphale looks out the window, keeping a watch on surroundings as they drive into Cairo proper. He can tell Crowley is on edge, too. They’ve been in situations like this before, but independently of each other. Usually Crowley would be the one sweeping in at the end and saving him. He didn’t need Crowley to save him now, he’d been doing this for years at this point.

[Continue Reading on AO3]

#link #fic #my fic #good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #indiana jones #raiders of the lost ark fusion #there's a monkey in this chapter!#but WATCH OUT!

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thiamfresh · 5 years ago

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I’m sorry for my evil! This one will be less mean I think. Not in a ship sense, but more just...dynamics: Sceo, Steo, Maleo, Thydia, Thason And I’m curious both in season 5 and what you’d imagine post season 6/redemption?

I love that you say “less mean” and yet it was the hardest thing to do, so it’s a few days late but here we go!

1) Steo. I loved their relationship in season 5. Theo may have been evil but him and Stiles had amazing scenes together and Cody and Dylan played their scenes so well. Theo has a real respect for Stiles and I really loved their dynamic. I wish we got more of them in 6

As for after Theo’s redemption. !! Fuck yess. Honestly, Stiles and Theo’s relationship is one of my favourite things to think about. Especially after Theo stops being a giant dick. I love the idea of them slowly becoming friends again. I headcanon Stiles and Theo were close as kids. I mean, Stiles knows immediately Theo’s different and seeing them slowly learn to trust eachother again would be amazing. I’m really excited to write more for Stiles and Theo and airplanes is kinda how I think about them. When Theo gets off of the train in airplanes and Stiles follows they have a bit of a chat which I will be writing for Theo’s POV and it gives my kinda headcanons about their whole friendship and Stiles’s mindset about both evil Theo and redeemed. I think they can definitely make up but it’ll be very awkward for both of them.

2) Thason. I mean, you gotta love these two. You have Theo. The dread doctors first success, even though it wasn’t quite as successful as they wanted and Mason, the dread doctors real success. I don’t think Theo really thought anything about mason at all until they work together in the sewers in season 6 and Mason is all “I don’t trust you thot.” After that I can imagine he maybe not rspected Mason more but gave him more mind.

As for post redemption, I think despite what Mason said they’d actually get on quite quickly if they gave each other a chance. I don’t think they’d ever be best friends but I imagine Mason being one of the people Theo feels most comfortable around in the McCall pack. After seeing Theo take Gabes pain I think Mason’s view on Theo would change quite quickly, not to say he’d forgive and forget immediately but I think he understands how big a thing that was and understands that Theo is actually trying (and succeeding) at changing.

3) Sceo. GODDDD like okay, I didn’t give a shit about Scott and Theo in the series itself. (at least series 5) It just..didn’t really interest me but Theo’s return and post canon is again a really interesting dynamic. Scotts faced a lot of enemies but Theo definitely fucked that boy up the most because not only did he really trust him but Theo didn’t just use other people against him physically (like Gerard hurting Stiles/threatening Melissa) but emotionally. YEARS of friendship and trust with Stiles were broken in a few months time, His beta turned on him, like...Theo ripped that pack apart and that is a lotttt to deal with and i think, realistically, it would be something he’s still dealing with, though those relationships have been fixed those things are always going to be there. he’s always going to know that Liam turned against him and Stiles turned away from him.

But yeah, so, like, Scotts super forgiving and once he realises Theo is changing he does start to forgive him but Theo did something that he really can’t forget. Like... With Peter Scott knows he’s a shit but at the same time, letting Peter in in his own way again and again is okay because he knows what to expect and he doesn’t ever fully trust him. He trusts him enough, but he also trusts what he knows about Peter to keep everyone safe but with Theo, Theo did it so well that Scott will never fully trust his judgement. I think there will always be an underlying sense of fear and mistrust there no matter what Theo does.

Saying that, I do think they can be friends and allies but yeah...it’s always going to be strained between them. Scott will never fully trust him, he will never let Theo be pack again and Theo knows it. It’s why he never called Scott because he’s fully aware of what he did and that while he might be able to be closer with Scott they’ll never be close.

4) Thydia. Honestly, they would have some killed banter if Teen Wolf would just let them. They’re both smart as shit and they would definitely be ‘friends’. Like with Scott there's too much there to ever really forget and I also think neither of them would want to be friend friends with the other but I feel like in a group setting they would be the ones sharing looks when someone says something stupid and just generally have a pretty interesting sense of comradery when they’re together.

I picture them post good boy Theo being like that one cousin at a family reunion that you don’t really know that well but when Grandmas knocking back the vodka and spouting off some bullshit you find them to stand next to and silently bond while judging but you forget they exist the moment you leave until next year when grandmas reaching for the bottle again.

5) Maleo. In the show it was interesting but most of that is because I’m still 100% sure that Theo’s gay and he just chose Malia to try and seduce because Stiles immediately didn’t trust him so he could tap that. Post series I picture them just always being absolutely fucking feral around each other.

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nightshadedawn · 5 years ago

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My Hero Academia children

I thought I’d do y’all a favor and let you all have a complete list of the children I tend to use, when I must. So far, they are most prominent in “Sugar & Spice & Everything Nice,” but I’m sure I’ll find further use for them. So without further ado...

1 - Bakugou Izumi

Son of Katsuki and Izuku

Basically Katsuki with green eyes

Alpha

Quirk: Match. Like Izuku, flicks his fingers and power happens. When his nails run against his thumb, they light up light a match- and subsequently send explosions towards his enemies.

Major potty mouth

Ego incarnate

Manners ‘cause Izuku raised him right

A little piece of shit

Good student

Remembers names. Remembers everything, basically. Makes it his business to know.

Pisses teachers off by knowing more than them

Loves to tease Daiki

The only ones who can call him Izuchan are Setsuko and Daiki (Daiki just doesn’t know it yet)

2 - Bakugou Yuuki

Daughter of Katsuki and Izuku

Christmas incarnate (Izumi’s words)

Messy/curly green hair and red eyes

Omega

Quirkless

No potty mouth, but has unfortunately taken up the rest of Katsuki’s habits

“Die!”

Everyone is an extra

Literally. She’s an actress and often gets lead roles

“Die, nii-chan!”

Clingy and annoying (to Izumi)

Japan’s angel on screen, a devil behind the scenes

She’s adorable and she knows it

3 - Kirishima Daiki

Son of Eijirou and Denki

Messy black hair, golden-brown eyes, Eijirou’s pointed teeth

Omega

Quirk: Electric Shield. He can cover his entire body with an electric shield, with the ability to control the watts in the shield

Self conscious because of.his teeth/quirk

Shy

Easily flustered

Sweetest fucking thing you’ll ever meet

Quickly attached to Izumi

Isn’t brave enough to call him Izuchan, though

4 - Sero Setsuko

Daughter of Hanta and Kyoka

Beta

Quirk: Earphone Jack

Kinda based off of Setsuka Heel from Skip Beat

Messy long black hair always in ponytail

Bright purple tips

Lots of piercings in her left ear

Black nails

Alternative music

Occasional death metal

Sounds like a dying cat when she sings

Her time management is on par

Izumi gave up on getting her to stop calling him Izuchan when he was ten

She loves it

Seems the most sane out of any of them

Thirsty for Todoroki Haruna

5 - Sero Riku

Son of Hanta and Kyoka

Beta

Quirk: Earphone Jack

Basically a male Jirou

Tired of life

Tired of his siblings

Just wants to graduate without the school exploding

(He’s looking at you, Izumi)

6 & 7 - Sero Michi & Taichi

Twin sons of Hanta and Kyoka

Beta

Quirk: Tape

Little shits

They do love to get into Setsuko’s makeup

And just make Riku’s life miserable

Honestly, just twins stuff

8 - Iida Kyou

Son of Tenya and Ochako

Alpha

Quirk: Zero Gravity

Brown hair, glasses, ridiculously tall

Has Tenya’s habit of cutting with his arm

Unintentional meme lord

“That is not correct. According to the encyclopedia of basklbdlfkhbd-”

Izumi’s right hand

Would rather be reading

9 - Iida Miu

Daughter of Tenya and Ochako

Omega

Quirk: Engine. Her engines are in her arms, and are airplane engines that allow them to fly. So, she can fly. As she is the only one to have inherited the quirk, she would be the next Ingenium.

Bobbed black hair, large glasses

Easily flustered

Intentional meme queen

Short and cute

Very determined

Wings aesthetic

10 - Iida Akira

Son of Tenya and Ochako

Unpresented

Basically Ochako, but male, and with Tenya’s coloring

Quirk: Zero Gravity

Scared of heights

Easily sick because of quirk

Big on following the rules

Mega crush on Yuuki

Like, he has a bunch of her merch and is always telling her how awesome she is

Don’t inflate her ego anymore than it already is, kid...

11 - Aoyama Mika

Daughter of Aoyama and Mina

Omega

Dark skinned, bleached blonde hair, almost black eyes

Quirk: Acid

Only person she’s not a shit to is her twin sister

That’s a lie. She’s just less of a shit

Absolutely adores Daiki. Thinks he’s just the cutest thing

Always in detention for something or another

At least she’s having fun

12 - Aoyama Yuuka

Daughter of Aoyama and Mina

Omega

Basically the opposite of Mika

Naturally blonde hair dyed bubblegum pink, wears lilac contacts, pale skin and too many freckles

Quirk: Aoyama’s sparkling lasers, but from her hands. She forms a heart with her hands and they come out hearts.

Legit a magical girl

Looks and acts sweet

Don’t let it fool you

She’s as much of a shit as Mika

#neverbeencaught

13 - Todoroki Haruna

Daughter of Shouto and Momo

Alpha

Long black hair like Momo, but Shouto’s multicolored eyes. Rather tall, ridiculously big boobs.

Quirk: Ice Create. When she makes things out of ice, the ice either has to melt off or be broken off for the actual creation underneath to be useable. Occasionally breaking the ice will result in the object underneath to be broken as well.

Known as the “Ice Queen”

She’s got the most cold fucking personality

Could kill with one look

Could also have anyone she wanted. Male, female, alpha, beta, omega. Anyone and everyone

Only person on her radar is Setsuko, she just doesn’t let it show

Doesn’t care hide the fact she is a preppy rich girl

14 - Todoroki Takuma

Son of Shouto and Momo

??? No one knows what his secondary gender is??? Not even Haruna

Half red hair, half black. Both ice blue eyes. Wears lots of jeweled piercings in one ear, and three dangling piercings in the other. Always wears his blazer tied around his waist and the top button of his shirt popped open. Cross hair clips in his black side.

Quirk: Fire Make. He can make anything he wants- unfortunately, it will always set on fire sooner or later.

Hates Izumi with a passion???

The feeling is reciprocated

Daiki is fucking adorable and Izumi doesn’t deserve him

Steal’s Daiki’s first kiss in front of Izumi, just to piss him off

It works

A literal devil

But he looks like a freakin’ puppy

Does everything to fluster Daiki

It works for a while, but then he pouts when Daiki stops being flustered

He pouts even more when he realizes that Izumi barely has to try to make Daiki flustered

Honestly, though, if someone wanted to art this, I wouldn’t say no...

#bakudeku #kirikami #iidachako #todoroki x momo #sero x jirou #aoyama x mina

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violyntfemme · 6 years ago

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2018 Fic Year in Review

@perpetuallyvex tagged me. Thanks, sweetie. I love this!

1. Number of stories (including drabbles) posted to AO3: 4

2. Word count posted for the year: 220,834 (although, to be fair, you’ve become all that i’ve lost was mostly written in 2017, but this asks for fics posted in 2018 so I’ll include it)

3. List of works published this year (in order of posting):

1. you’ve become all that i’ve lost (Harry Hart/Eggsy Unwin, Explicit, Word Count: 106,457) - Being a handler does not have the same sense of pride that being the darling of Kingsman, Agent Galahad, did. Harry feels useless with his shaking hands and missing eye, a feeling that threatens to send him chasing a bottle of pain pills with a goodly amount of whiskey. He is thrilled when he finds a new sense of purpose in taking care of Eggsy, the man he loves, when he comes home hurt after a mission. Harry, finally feeling like he is someone of worth again, becomes determined to hold on to it, and Eggsy, anyway that he can.

2. i’ve found the one whom my soul loves (Merlin/Harry Hart, Explicit, Word Count: 108,630) - Although it's been a year, Ian still grieves like it was yesterday. Part 3 of the kiss me series.

3. Blanker Permission (Harry Hart/Eggsy Unwin, Mature, Word Count: 4226) -

“Oh yeah? Who’s coming over then?”

“Merlin has graciously accepted my request for a temporary care-giver.”

“Merlin.”

“Yes.”

“The man who drops people out of airplanes so he can laugh while they scream.”

“He is a very good caretaker, Eggsy.”

“The man who drowns rooms full of people for kicks. The man who, after I had a full body bruise from being thrown into a wall, gave me a bear hug. Him?”

4. painting the roses red (Harry Hart/Eggsy Unwin, Mature, Word Count: 1521) - “I was just looking out the window and I must say your garden is looking lovelier than ever.”

“Yeah, it’s cause of all the blood,” Eggsy says, grinning again, far too many teeth showing for it to be friendly.

“Pardon?”

4. Fandoms I wrote for: Kingsman

5. Pairings: Main Parings - Merlin/Harry Hart, Harry Hart/Eggsy Unwin. Secondary - Merlin/Percival, Harry Hart/Tequila, Eggsy Unwin/Tilde

6. Story with the most hits: you’ve become all that i’ve lost with 2839 hits.

7. Story with the most kudos: you’ve become all that i’ve lost with 120.

8. Story with the most comments: you’ve become all that i’ve lost with 89 comment threads.

9. Work I’m most proud of (and why): I am most proud of i’ve found the one whom my soul loves. It’s not my most popular but I love Harry and Ian (Merlin) and the universe they exist in. It was so enjoyable to bend that story to fit around canon, especially since the canon from K2 was so woefully horrible.

10. Work I’m least proud of (and why): As Vex said, I love all my babies. They were all exactly what I needed them to be when I needed them to be it.

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

“Ian,” Harry calls, “come over here and tell me what you think of this lamp.”

Ian does as he is bid. He looks at the lamp. He finds that he cannot tell Harry what he thinks about it because if he does, Harry will beat him with it. Drinking himself to death seems a good option again.

“It’s very you.”

Harry smiles, pleased. “I thought so as well. I think it has a matching sister. I should ask the owner.”

“Two of them. A blessing from the heavens.”

“You hate it.”

“With the burning passion of a thousand suns.”

“I suppose you would be happy if we decorated the house with items purchased at Best Buy.”

“It would be a marked improvement on dusty relics that were ugly even when Lizzie the Virgin was on the throne.”

12. Share or describe a favorite review you received: I’m not going to share the actual review because I don’t want to embarrass anyone, but a mutual left me a review on i’ve found the one whom my soul loves while they were inebriated and it makes me laugh to this day. It was so cute and pure and I look at it whenever I need a good laugh.

13. A time when writing was really, really hard: I have a neurological condition that gives me terrible cognitive issues and a lot of pain. There were times I was typing with a brain that was mush and hands that hurt so bad I could barely move them but the characters would not STFU so it had to come out or risk losing the scene into the mushy recesses of my brain forever.

14. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: I LOVED writing Tequila and Whiskey in i’ve found the one whom my soul loves. LOVED them, especially Tequila. I specifically left their storyline open ended so I could come back to them later if I wanted to. I also love writing Percival because he’s such a sweetheart and deserves more love.

15. How did you grow as a writer this year: I grew in confidence in my won abilities and learned that the number of kudos or comments does not equal the value my writing has.

16. How do you hope to grow next year: I am working on original fiction and hope to have a the novel, the first in a series of three, well underway by the end of the year. I am currently world building and character developing right now, but it’s really coming together and has some scenes written already.

17. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc): The people who read, comment and leave kudos really don’t understand how each and every one warms a writer’s heart. We pour so much into those fics, to have someone share something they loved or click that kudos button is such a mood booster. You guys don’t even know.

18. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: There is a lot of my real personality quirks, good and bad, in my characters. Considering the traits most of my characters have, I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing.

19. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: Your first draft is always crap. Nothing makes sense, people are OOC, there is spelling errors, crap dialogue, and plot holes big enough to drive a truck into. Don’t worry about it. Write it. Get it all out so everyone will stop talking in your head. Then, once they shut the fuck up, go back and edit it. That’s when it really comes together.

20. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: I am working on Part 4 of kiss me, which will be much shorter than the previous installments. I am about 3K words in and I am thinking it will be 10K maybe? I hope to have it up by the end of the month or the middle of next if it gets longer than I think it will be. I am also working on my original fiction, see question 16.

21. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read: I don’t know who is writing any more, but I will tag:

@fitzawkwarddarcy, @opalescentgold, @thegaypumpingthroughyourveins, @elrhiarhodan

because I am pretty sure you all put out some fics this year :)

Best tag game ever!

#2018 fic review #kingsman #my fics #merlahad #hartwin

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takealottodragmeawayfromreddie · 6 years ago

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Filling the blanks - Chapter 4

Pairing: Richie x Eddie x Bill (Reddie at the start).

Summary: During his last moments, Eddie realized he had something to say, but before he could finish the sentence, he was gone. Now he’s stuck between life and death and he knows he won’t be able to rest until he takes care of what he started. The only person he trusts enough to help him is Bill.

Or: The ghost AU where Eddie’s spirit can get inside of Bill’s mind to ask him for help to tell Richie he loved him.

Warnings: Canon Divergence (IT actually kills Audra) and, of course, death of major character. Some really heavy internalized homophobia in this chapter. Like, really heavy. Even some use of the F word that isn’t “fuck”. So, yeah, please be careful, the whole point of this fic is to make y’all have a good time, not triggering you <3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

AO3 link

Playlist on Spotify (mostly songs about Heaven and duel related stuff and 1980s hits)

And, as always, shout out to my beta reader @golden-marauders. Without their help, Richie would have a big obsession with coffee tables on this chapter. They’re amazing and super patient with me.

“Yeah?” Richie’s tired voice comes from the speaker of the electric doorbell.

Bill isn’t aware of what he had just done until he hears him. Before that, he simply pushed the button and waited for something to happen. It doesn’t feel that meaningful. But now, now that he knows Richie is there and there’s no way of going back, it all acquires a new importance. It’s weird how so many little actions like getting an airplane ticket, sitting on a plane and taking a cab can sum up to become such a transcendental experience. That’s all it takes to end forty years of denial. And a paper boat can be enough to break a family.

“Who’s there?” Richie insists, openly annoyed.

Bill clears his throat and notices Eddie’s difficult breathing in the back of his mind.

“H-hi, Rich. It’s B-Bill and…”

Wait. Not yet.

“It’s Bill,” he corrects himself.

Richie doesn’t say anything.

“B-Bill Denbrough. From… D-Derry.”

Bill licks his lips as they both wait patiently. Is a week all it takes? They can’t be sure. Being together, it’s obvious they won’t forget. But Richie is alone, and maybe he’s perfectly capable of moving on that fast.

“R-Remember?”

This time, Richie sighs.

“Yeah, of course. Give me a second.”

Suddenly, the gate starts vibrating.

“Come in.”

Bill nods as if Richie could see him and pushes the door open. It’s heavy. When he comes in and hears it closing behind him, he finds out everything in that house seems heavy, grandiloquent, exaggerated. The garden is way too big. Not even that complex, with lots of flowers or fountains or shrubs with animal shapes. Just plain large; foot after foot of short grass, healthy and bluish under the moonlight, and a broad way of gravel zigzagging all the way to the front porch. There’s probably a pool in the backyard, but this side of the house looks huge and vaguely upsetting. Vaguely empty.

They make it to the door and Richie is standing there. Bill can tell Eddie is nervous because he feels it in his own stomach and often finds himself fighting against the instinct of running away as he keeps moving forward.

“Calm down,” he warns him in a low voice.

Sorry.

The yellow light that comes from the inside through the open door, makes Richie look like a shadow, so it’s impossible to imagine how he’s feeling until they’re face to face with him. It’s a mixture of a well-received surprise and the expected fear of this meeting being about bad news.

“Hey,” he says, obviously trying to play it cool.

“H-hey,” Bill replies, scratching the back of his head.

They get quiet for a brief moment, Richie awkwardly looking around in search of something to say that can interrupt such a dense silence.

“It’s… good to see you again, Big Bill.”

The familiar nickname catches him off guard. It almost takes him back to the town they grew up in, where they went through the most traumatic experiences they could have imagined, where they learned that no one cared about anything. Where they lost two friends.

“I’m glad to s-see you, too, R-Richie,” he smiles, but it doesn’t seem genuine.

Richie nods, chuckling a bit. His content laugh fades away when he remembers what happened.

“I heard about your wife… I mean, not that I had to hear about it, I was there, but, you know. Everyone is talking about it on T.V. and... it sucks. It really sucks. I’m sorry, man. I didn’t get the chance to tell you I’m sorry back then.”

He gives Bill a small pat on the shoulder and Bill can’t help but smiling with sadness because of such a friendly gesture.

“I’m s-sorry, too. Thank you.”

“No problem. Just keep moving forward and you’ll be fine. It’s all about surviving.”

“W-well,” he says, staring at his feet, “It’s always been about sur-surviving, r-right?”

He notices Richie has gotten tense. It’s clear that they’re taking this ‘grown-up conversation’ way too far for him. He takes his time to talk again and, when he does, Bill can tell he’s trying to take weight out from the whole thing.

“It’s getting kind of chilly, don’t you think? Wanna come inside and… I don’t know, maybe have a beer or something?”

“I’ll say no to the b-beer, but I can… c-come in, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course I don’t. You’re lucky that all the strippers already left,” he jokes as they go into the house, “And I hope you don’t mind if I say yes to that beer.”

“Not at all, R-Rich.”

Richie closes the door behind them and Bill finds out he’s in the fanciest place he has ever seen. The interior of the building is even bigger, with a large corner sofa right in the middle of the living room, modern furniture like Barcelona chairs everywhere and a transparent coffee table along with them, and a huge kitchen integrated to the landscape. The dominant colors are black and white and several pieces of contemporary art —that Richie probably despises secretly— hang from the tall walls.

Astonished by the luxuries that surround them, Bill walks towards the couch and sits down, while Richie goes to the fridge and gets his beer.

“You sure you don’t want one?” he asks, not looking at him.

“No, t-thank you.”

“Alright, you’re the guest. But I wouldn’t sit there if I were you. Actually, I wouldn’t sit anywhere in this house.”

“W-why?”

“If something is in my house, I probably fucked someone on it.”

Before Bill can process what he just heard, his body stands up.

That’s it. I’m leaving.

“No!” He exclaims, louder than he intended to sound.

Richie stares at him from the kitchen, beer in hand and eyes wide open.

“Shit, I was kidding. I love that couch. I wouldn’t fuck anyone on it.”

Both Bill and Eddie sigh with relief and sit down again.

“Chill out, man,” Richie continues, “You look like you just—”

“Heard a ghost?”

“I was gonna say ‘saw’ but okay, you’re the writer.”

After shrugging, Richie goes back to the living room, sets the bottle on the coffee table and takes a seat next to Bill.

“Uh… you’ve got a… a n-nice house,” Bill comments, not sure of how to start a conversation.

Richie’s eyes seem to light up.

“Oh, why, thank you, Billy, my darling!” He answers, in a ridiculous southern belle voice, “Momma will be so pleased to know you find the family farm quite this—”

“Beep beep, R-Richie,” he chuckles.

They share a quick laugh. Bill can hear Eddie laughing, too. It feels so much like the old times he’s certain that he would be crying, if they weren’t busy enjoying the moment. But it doesn’t last long. As soon as the importance of the real reason they are there comes to light again, he stops. And Richie must feel the new atmosphere of seriousness, because he stops, too.

“Hey, I don’t wanna look like a bad host or anything, but… what brings you to my humble abode?”

It’s time. This isn’t a casual visit, and Richie knows it. He has to tell him the truth or give Eddie the space to say it himself. He waits a few seconds, but nothing happens. Eddie, who just instants ago was controlling him to leave because of a disgusting joke, is nowhere to be seen or heard. He won’t even talk.

“It’s…” Richie says, his grin falling and turning into a worried expression, “Everything’s fine, right? It’s not… It isn’t… Everything’s just… fine, isn’t it? I mean, we tore Its heart out. We…”

Bill soon gets what Richie is thinking.

“Oh, no, of… of course. It’s not about… It’s d-dead. It won’t c-come back.”

“Oh, great,” Richie exhales, relieved, “Well, you could have said that first, don’t you think?”

“S-sorry, I guess I’m a bit… n-nervous,” he smiles.

“Nervous? Why?”

Bill stares down at his own hands, fingers intertwined on his lap, foot tapping the carpet.

“I… Y-you know, with everything… what happened to A-Audra. We were… we were making a m-movie and now… Now I’ve got to talk to p-producers and get a new… a new actress or… cancel the p-project.”

“Oh, so… business trip, huh?”

“Yeah, buh-business trip. And I… I thought I could visit ‘cause… Well, we for-forgot once. We could make thing d-different this… this time. Like… keep in touch.”

This is not going like they planned. This wasn’t supposed to happen. But Richie seems so genuinely glad because he thought about continue with their friendship, that he doesn’t have the heart to rain on his parade. Maybe it’s better that way. He needs Richie to trust him as much as he can, if he wants the whole ‘unfinished business’ thing to work out.

“Uh…” Richie replies, “Yeah, why not? I mean, Bev kinda wanted to do something similar. She gave me her number and all. You know we were really—”

“C-close. Yeah, I know,” he nods, “So, have you… called her?”

“Nah, I don’t know if I will.”

“W-why?”

“She probably changed all her ways of contact, after… Well, after all the shit that sick fuck did to her. And she’s gonna marry Haystack, remember? They’re even looking for a baby. Even though I’d be the most amazing uncle ever, families aren’t my thing. They deserve their cute, suburban life, without someone to remind them of… of what happened. I guess the past is in the past for a reason… Shit, that’s deep.”

“It really is, R-Rich,” Bill chuckles, “But I don’t… I don’t think you’re right about t-that.”

“About what?”

“F-families not being your… your thing.”

“Oh, Bill, come on. ‘Hey, Haystack Jr., look, it’s Uncle Trashmouth!’ and I show up wasted and with two models in short dresses under each arm. Can you imagine?”

He shakes his head while frantically laughing, and Bill can’t help but laugh, too.

“It doesn’t sound that b-bad,” he jokes.

“No, you don’t get it. It’s Haystack Jr.’s birthday party. He’s turning five and all his friends from kindergarten are there! And then I try to hit on his super-hot teacher and pass out on the cake.”

“Okay, you’d be the w-worst uncle ever,” he agrees, still laughing, “But that doesn’t mean f-families aren’t your thing.”

“What makes you think that?”

“R-Richie, we are family. We always… we always were. Since f-forever. And you were always t-there for me. For… for everyone.”

Something changes in Richie’s face when he says that. His features get softer, sadder. He looks down and Bill knows, in that moment, that he broke his shell.

“Not for everyone,” Richie mumbles, and reaches out to get his beer and give it a sip.

“W-what… what do you mean?”

His friend laughs bitterly.

“We were the lucky seven. How many of us are still around?”

“Rich…”

“How many of us are still around, Bill?” He insist, a little more firmly.

“F-five, but—”

“That’s right, five!” He settles his beer back on the table with a loud noise and stands up, “Five of seven. Fucking five of seven.”

“R-Richie, that doesn’t have anything to do with you.”

“Oh, it doesn’t?”

“Of c-course it doesn’t!” he snaps, “We had a d-decision to make. You and I decided to c-come back, Stan decided to… to run away. That doesn’t m-make him better or worse, but it was his… his choice.”

“Oh, right, it was his choice. And what about what Eddie chose? Did he chose what happened to him, too?”

“W-well… yeah. No one f-forced him to—”

“Don’t give me that shit. It was us who were staring at the deadlights. It was us who left him alone, even knowing he was like a lost fucking puppy.”

“That’s b-bullshit! He wasn’t like… like that. What he did was b-brave.”

“Yeah, and you really taught him how to be brave, didn’t you? You really taught how to not give a shit.”

“Eddie didn’t n-need me to teach him how to be b-brave, ‘cause he was!”

“And how did he end? Huh, Bill, how did he end? What did ‘being brave’ bring to him?”

“He s-saved us.”

“Don’t say that.”

“W-why not? He did!”

“No, fuck you. Don’t turn his death into a poetic sacrifice or something like that. This is not one of your novels. He was coughing blood, Bill! It was dirty, it was disgusting, it was everything he hated… And we left him there. You made me leave him there.”

“W-what was I supposed to do? Carry his… his body out of the f-fucking sewers? It was still alive! It had my w-wife. My wife was still… a-alive.”

“And where she is now? Cool, we killed It, when are your wife and your brother coming back to life? When are Stan and Eddie coming back to life?”

Bill doesn’t answer. He just stares up at Richie, who was walking around the coffee table until a few seconds ago, and is now standing in front of him. By the look in his eyes, Bill can tell he regrets what he said. And of course he’s mad. Damn, he’s infuriated. He wants to punch Richie on his stupid face for all the poisonous things that come from his mouth.

But this is not about Richie. He needs to remember this is not about Richie. It’s about Eddie and, even if Richie doesn’t want to see him like that, for Bill, Eddie is a hero and his sacrifice was the most poetic and worthy thing ever.

Richie sighs.

“Shit, man,” he says, rubbing his temples, “That was a shitty thing to say. I’m sorry.”

“It’s a-alright, Rich.”

“I’m just…” He sits down beside him once more, “Look, I really don’t wanna talk about Eds, okay? I just don’t wanna think about him.”

“Maybe that means we should… we should start t-talking about it.”

“No, I really don’t—”

“Maybe you s-should.”

“Why?”

“It’ll make you feel b-better.”

“I’ll feel better when I can’t remember anything of this shit.”

“But you can… f-feel better now.”

Richie groans, exasperated, and stands up.

“Ugh, you really want me to talk about my feelings? Fine, I’ll tell you how I feel. Take notes to use it in one of your stupid books, if you want.”

Bill nods in signal of being prepared to listen.

“Here’s how I feel,” Richie continues, “I feel like a fucking asshole, okay? That’s exactly how I feel: like a fucking asshole.”

“R-Richie—”

“No, listen to me. Remember when we met again? When we all, except Stan, were there? Everyone was excited. I mean, yeah, it was the worst situation possible, but we were glad to see each other again. ‘Cause we were best friends and we missed each other. Well, wanna know how I felt when I saw him?”

He makes a pause and Bill doubts if he’s waiting for an answer before telling him. However, Richie keeps talking without any confirmation.

“I was disappointed. I was so fucking disappointed I wanted to… I don’t know, to go back home!”

Bill feels a flip on his stomach and that’s the only way he can tell Eddie hasn’t left. He rubs his own shoulder in an attempt of comforting him.

“I was disappointed ‘cause I remembered everything. How ‘brave’ he was. How he didn’t take shit from anyone, not even me. He always spoke his mind and called me out when he thought I was being an idiot. Damn, when we were kids, I’m sure he could have bit my fingers off if I tried to pinch his cheek on a bad day.

”He even told his mom to fuck off when he found out about all the lies she told him. And you know how scared of that woman he was. Eds basically… feared nothing. But he changed. You can’t tell me he was the same when we met again.”

“Of c-course he wasn’t. So many… so many y-years…”

“No. It’s not about growing up. He didn’t grow up; he gave up.”

“W-what are you—?”

“He gave up, Bill! He grew softer. After all the shit that woman did to him, he ran right under her boot again when he had the chance. He yelled at her and then apologized, and looked after her ‘till she died. I heard him talking to his wife on the phone when we were in Derry. She’s the fucking same person his mother was! She controlled him in the same way his mother did. And he took it. And he told her he loved her and couldn’t wait to go back to her. Thirteen years old Eddie wouldn’t take that. He would fight back. And then I realized that that Eddie didn’t exist anymore… and I felt so disappointed. I couldn’t believe he allowed the world to tame him.”

I didn’t mean to leave. I didn’t mean to do anything of that.

It’s the first time Eddie speaks in a while, and Bill knows he expects him to say that out loud. But Richie is not over yet.

“And then he… Then he kicked Bowers’ ass. He killed him. And he went and died for us. I know he died for us, okay? I just don’t wanna think about it. And I felt… and now I feel like an asshole. ‘Cause I felt disappointed on a friend that gave his life for mine. There, that’s how I feel. Are you happy now?”

Bill, tell him I didn’t mean to leave. Please.

“H-he didn’t mean to leave, R-Richie.”

Richie looks confused.

“What?”

I made a promise.

“He made a p-promise.”

“A promise?”

She didn’t want me to hang out with you guys anymore. She wanted to lock me away from everyone.

“His mom. His mom didn’t want him to… to s-see us.”

“What the—”

I promised her I’d took every pill and be with her forever if she…

“He p-promised her he… he’d do whatever she w-wanted…”

Didn’t make me get away from you.

“If she didn’t… make him get a-away from… from us.”

Richie thinks it over. His expression is skeptical, but Bill knows he’s trying to process it. He isn’t opposed to trust him and what he’s saying, it’s just that it’s not only hard to believe, but it also feels so far away. Bill has been with Eddie this whole week, his questions were answered and he had time to digest all the new information.

For Richie, who spent all these days alone and is consciously waiting to forget and resume his life, the events around It must feel, at best, like an odd dream he doesn’t want to remember. Being face to face with what happened has to be a big shock. They all thought it was over, and now it proves it will stay with them for years, even if they can’t put their finger on what is going on.

“How…” Richie begins, and Bill holds his breath, “How do you know that?”

“Uh… S-sorry?”

“How do you know about that? How can you know about that promise Eddie supposedly made?”

That’s it. If he keeps waiting for the right moment, it will never come. The right moment is now.

“’Cause Eddie… Eddie is not g-gone.”

Richie takes his time to answer.

“Fuck, really? You’re giving me the ‘he will live forever in our hearts’ speech? That’s why you came here?”

“No, R-Richie, you don’t… you don’t get it.”

“I totally get it. Alright, the man is dead, he was our friend, it sucks. Poor guy, seriously, what a shitty way to go. But he’s gone and there’s nothing we can do about it.”

“H-he’s not gone. Lis-listen to me—”

“You’re the one who wanted to care for the people who are still around. I don’t say it in an ‘it’s all your fault’ way. I mean, you’re right, let’s worry about the living, that’s the best thing to do. And… I’m a Christian, too, you know? Okay, the worst Christian ever, but I still am. If believing that those who left are somewhere and look after us is your thing, that’s amazing. But I—”

“I-I’m not giving you the… the f-fucking ‘he lives in our h-hearts’ speech, id-idiot,” Bill interrupts him, frustrated, “I can literally hear him in my… h-head.”

Richie frowns. Until now, the tone of his voice has been empathetic, almost amused, like he thinks Bill is going through a denial phase and he doesn’t want to break his bubble. Like he’s so over this all that listening to Bill talking about Eddie still being around awakes his compassion. Now, that compassion is gone. He stays in silence for an instant, he takes a few steps back, and everything that’s left is perplexity.

“What?” He questions.

“I know it’s hard to b-believe, but… Eddie’s here. Here,” he taps his own temple with his index finger, “He’s inside my… my head.”

“Uh… are you into scientology or another crazy celebrity cult? ‘Cause this sounds like cult stuff.”

“N-no, please, listen. Eddie d-died, but he couldn’t… he couldn’t leave. He still had something to d-do on… on Earth.”

“Oh, so you are into a cult. Okay, won’t judge you, I just… It’s scientology, right?”

“Will you just h-hear me out, please?”

“I just wanna know if it’s scientology!”

“No, I’m not into fucking s-scien-—”

“Scientology,” he finishes, pointing at him.

“What-whatever, I’m not. J-just listen. E-Eddie got into my b-body because he had to… to do something. And that’s why I’m h-here.”

“Buddhism!” He exclaims.

“No! F-fuck, no, you don’t even know what B-Buddhism is ab-about, do you?”

“I first thought about Judaism, but Stan was Jewish and he never got possessed or anything like that.”

“Fucking God…”

“Are you sure it isn’t scientology?”

Bill groans and stands up.

“I’m not a fucking s-scien-scientologist! This isn’t… This isn’t r-religious stuff or cult stuff or w-whatever you said. I’m telling you the truth! A f-few days ago, Eddie got into my body and asked for my help. He said he wanted to leave, but… h-he couldn’t. He has un-unfinished business and he won’t rest ‘till he takes c-care of it. It has something to… something to do with you and that’s why I came. I’m just trying to h-help him.”

“Man, are you okay? You want me to call someone or anything? Are you doing drugs?”

“He’s here r-right now.”

“’Cause let me tell you, drugs aren’t cool at all, okay? If your friends pressure you to take them, they’re not your friends.”

“He’s hearing this whole c-conversation.”

“Bill, I won’t ask you again, put all your drugs on the table.”

“Please, R-Richie! You’ve got to listen. He… he needs you to l-listen.”

Richie growls.

“Okay! If it means that much for you, tell me. C’mon, tell me what ‘Eddie needs me to know’. I’m sure it’s gonna be bullshit.”

“Y-you’re such an idiot! He was in love with you!” Bill snaps.

This time, he seems to reach the part of Richie that has been hiding during the whole meeting. Sure, he had his emotional moments, but now he looks so hurt, so enraged, Bill starts thinking he’d be capable of committing murder at this point.

“Excuse me?”

Bill crosses his arms over his chest. Even though he is scared, he has to stay firm.

“W-what I said.”

Richie takes a deep breath, as he’s trying to calm down. He probably doesn’t want to harm him and has to put a lot of effort into controlling himself.

“If that was supposed to be a joke, you should leave the comedy to me, Big Bill.” He quietly warns.

Bill gulps, building up enough courage to not withdraw what he’s saying.

“It’s not… it’s not a joke.”

“Bill, really, take that back. This isn’t fucking funny.”

“It’s not a j-joke!”

“Look, I’m really trying here, alright? I’m trying not to break your nose for this, ‘cause you’re my friend and I care for you and I know you’re going through some heavy shit right now. But if you don’t—”

“J-just think about it! Why… why would I l-lie to you? W-we fought an… an evil demon clown! Is this… That’s not harder to be-believe?”

“No, it’s not fucking harder to believe! I saw that thing, It was there, It killed people. But you’re telling me our dead friend is inside your body or whatever and that he was…”

“I-in love with you,” he completes, soft and careful.

The words still affect Richie like the first time he pronounced them. It’s like Richie is sticking to his common sense, looking for a logic explanation, and every time Bill tells him Eddie loved him, it goes past his rational side and goes straight to his unconsciousness. He is not ready to accept it, but he knows it.

Despise this, it doesn’t pulls him out from his anger for too long.

“Okay, you’re asking for it,” he tells him, a look of determination and fury in his eyes as he walks towards Bill, rolling up his sleeves.

Bill wants to stand there and use his words, try to bring Richie back to his senses without physical violence. But during his attempt to be polite, a fist gets shot against the air, and it passes so close to his face he realizes talking is not an option.

Luckily, Richie had a beer and is upset, while Bill remains sober and functional, so his reflexes are enough for him to bend and avoid another punch.

“P-please, you’ve got to—” he begs, taking the first chance he gets to run away from his reach.

“Shut up!” Richie shouts, going after him and throwing more arbitrary hits that never touch him.

They trot around the couches and chairs of the living room, even walking over them when it’s necessary. Bill knows Richie is not at his best form. When they were kids, it would have been a very tough fight and any of them could have won, but now Bill is sure he’s capable of sending his friend to the hospital.

He doesn’t have a reason to escape. Also, escaping wouldn’t be a hard thing to do. If he hurries, he can get to the door and Richie won’t ever be able to find him.

There’s a lot of things he could do, but only one will help Eddie.

“R-Richie, I don’t wanna… I don’t wanna fight with y-you…” He says when he’s at a safe distance.

“Oh, you don’t wanna fight?” Richie mocks him, shortening the gap between them, “Sure, you’re so over this, aren’t you? You’re so fucking mature. Well, if you really wanna be a man, then come here and fucking fight like one!”

Bill is cornered now. His back is touching the front door —subtly palming the doorknob, in case he can’t no longer control the situation— and he can smell the alcohol in Richie’s breath and feel his hands grabbing his collar. They’re in pause, no more pulling or throwing fists, but it won’t last. They both know it won’t last.

“I-I’m not gonna fight you. I… I won’t. You’re my f-friend.”

“Then why are you doing this, Bill? What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you… I don’t know, are you gay for me? You want my dick or something? I mean, c’mon, your wife died like… a week ago! What do you want from me?”

“I’m not gay! I’m just… I’m trying to… to help E-Eddie.”

Richie reliefs a cynical laugh.

“You’re trying to help Eddie? How? What the hell are you talking about?!” he reclaims, shaking him.

“I already… t-told you. I promised I’d… I’d h-h-help him.”

His eyes are starting to burn, filling with tears that Richie doesn’t seem to mind. His fury is consuming him, turning him into someone else. If the term ‘monster’ applied for them like it applies for common people, that would be the word to describe him right now.

“You’re fucking crazy, Bill! I don’t know what this all about, why you’re trying to make me believe in your ghost bullshit or what do you want from me, but you’ll shut the fuck up. I don’t wanna hear anything and the least you can do now is saying you’re sorry.”

“S-sorry? For what?!”

“For spreading lies about him! You can’t say shit like that, he’s not here to defend himself!”

“But—”

“No, you listen! He was not a faggot, got it? Get it inside your fucking head: Eds was not a fag—!”

He doesn’t end the sentence. As soon as he tries to repeat the insult, Bill’s left hand raises and slaps him in the face so hard it makes him lose balance. So hard his fingers leave a red mark all over his cheek.

Bill wants to apologize. He’s mad, of course, but he didn’t mean to take it that far. He didn’t mean to do that. However, the expression of regret won’t come out. He can’t talk. He can’t move one single muscle. All he can do is stand there, staring at the prettified mess that is Richie at this moment, looking at him with wide eyes and his chest raising and falling agitatedly, as his feet make him go backwards, short and slow steps.

“Don’t call me that,” Bill’s voice murmurs, except that he didn’t order it to do that.

Richie watches, even more disconcerted than before, be it for the words themselves or for the fact he didn’t stutter once.

“W-what?” he asks, no trail of wrath in his tone.

Bill can see the bottom of his own frowned eyebrows as his chin raises in a gesture of challenge. His left fist is closed, but his right arm hangs against his body, not moving at all.

“I said don’t fucking call me that, Richie.”

Richie gulps, still touching the mark on the side of his face. His eyes look slightly wet.

“You know I…”

Silence.

C-come on, Eddie. You can d-do it. I know you can. I know how b-brave you are.

Bill’s lungs slowly fill up with air. Then his mouth exhales.

Richie is waiting.

“You know I love you.”

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musings-of-a-rose · 3 years ago

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I saw you had requests open and I don’t know if you write for Javi G yet but I had this idea. I’m obsessed with watching YouTube videos of people showing the first class seats of airlines and how everything is so luxurious it’s basically a dream to us normal folk. It got me thinking, what would a fic be like with Javi G and reader flying first class with a top class airline like Emirates? The reader has never flown first class before, always economy, so she is stunned by the private cabin-like seats with closing doors, the Michelin Star food, the private bar, the showers! She feels so out of place in her generic cheap clothes and lack of “posh etiquette” but Javi guides her through it gently and basically makes her feel as welcome as possible

I saw your second ask to accompany this so I'll paste it here:

Sorry, anon who sent in the Javi G first class airline request again! I just found out Singapore Airlines have private first class suites on their planes, complete with a double bed for two people, so now I’m thinking about also joining the mile high club with Javi in an actual bed on an airplane 😱😂 Just look at the luxury https://www.singaporeair.com/en_UK/us/flying-withus/cabins/suites/new-a380-suites/

First Class Love

Pairing: Javi G x f!reader

Word Count: 6800+ (I GOT CARRIED AWAY OK)

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: Damn anon - that plane is LUXURY! I’ve never flown first class before either, let alone whatever tier of class that is! I did look into the suites and they aren’t private, meaning they have a little divider door you can close but anyone walking by could easily look over the wall, so to speak. SO FOR THE SAKE OF THIS FIC, THEY ARE INDIVIDUAL ROOMS because I don’t want to have to deal with all of that lol This sort of got away from me and I had this clear mental image of how they met that I just had to write!

Shoutout to @astoryisaloveaffair for beta-ing this. Because I literally couldn’t look at it anymore lol

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“Well this definitely looks interesting,” I say to myself, reading a flier that had been pinned to the board at the hostel. My Spanish has definitely improved since I had started this little self discovery journey and had found myself spending a lot of time in Spain, but it still took me several minutes to make sure I was reading this right:

The Nic Cage Fan Club of Mallorca

Free Screening of Raising Arizona

Friday at 8pm at the Community Cinema, Theater 3

A Nic Cage fan club in Mallorca? Why not? I had finally made it here, a place I had been dying to get to, and I suddenly realized I had nothing to do. I didn’t know anyone here and the people at the hostel all knew each other. I was the odd one out. I like Nic Cage - maybe I’ll meet some friends for the few weeks I’m here.

Most people graduate with their master’s and get a job. Me? I went to Europe. I got my degree and realized I had no clue who I was without school. Everything I was revolved around getting good grades, writing papers, all of it. I didn’t know me. So I took on some graphic design work, allowing me to work from anywhere, packed and bag, and crossed the pond.

I’ve been here for about 6 months, 3 of those in Spain. I bounce around, mostly working from my laptop with some of the best views I’ve ever seen, but sometimes I’ll take some part time work as a server or barista, maybe a shophand, just to get to know the people. It doesn’t hurt to have a little pocket money either.

Mallorca had been high on my list, but I needed to have a little money before heading there because it was expensive. I wasn’t sure if there would be any help needed anywhere, since it wasn’t officially tourist season yet, so I resigned myself to walking around. I had just come back from a walk when I saw the flier, newly pinned to the hostel community board.

–

I arrive a few minutes before 8, not wanting to be late. There are other people here, but no one heading into theater 3. I had double checked with the ticket taker that I was at the right place. Maybe everyone is already sitting?

The door creaks as I push it open gently, hearing no voices from the theater. The walkway is quiet, dark, just like American theaters. I round the corner to find a set when a man steps in front of me.

“¡Hola! ¡Bienvenido a la presentación de Raising Arizona por parte del club de fans de Nic Cage!” [Hello! Welcome to the Nic Cage fan club’s showing of Raising Arizona!]

He startles me and I gasp and clutch at my chest while the man apologizes profusely.

“¡Lo siento! No quise asustarte.” [I am sorry! I did not mean to frighten you.]

“No, it’s ok… I mean..uh…shit..” My Spanish has decided to take a siesta, apparently.

“Ah, you speak English! No problem! Welcome to the Nic Cage Fan club showing of Raising Arizona!”

He gestures to the massive screen behind him and I can’t help but smile at the ridiculously happy grin on this man’s face. It lights up the entire theater. Which I now realize is completely empty.

He sees me looking at the empty seats and his smile falters a little. “Not everyone is as interested in Nic Cage movies as we are, it seems.”

“Apparently.”

He watches me for another moment before lowering his voice. “If you would like to leave, it is ok. I won’t hold you here.”

He shifts his weight and a light finally lands on his face and fuck is he handsome. He’s older than me for sure, maybe early 40s? But damn if that doesn’t do things for me. He’s got this dark, curly, wispy hair, one curl trying to sneak across his forehead to settle there, dark brown eyes watch me with apprehension as I take in the rest of him. His nose? Romanesque, aqualine, whatever you call it, it's hot. His shoulders are broad, tapering down into a smaller hip line but there’s a swell of a smaller tummy behind his button up shirt and it makes me want to clench my thighs together.

I snap out of it and meet his gaze.

“Why would I leave? I won’t get another chance to see Raising Arizona in Mallorca - and with the president of the Nic Cage fan club?”

His brown eyes grow wide. “How did you know I am president?”

“Lucky guess.”

He smiles at me and I melt inside. “So, uh, does it matter where to sit?”

“Oh! No, please. Sit wherever you wish!”

I give him a small smile and turn to face the theater. It’s smaller, several rows of stadium seating rising up a few levels.

“Señor?” I turn back to the man and find that he’s already looking at me.

“Javi. My name is Javi.”

“Javi….Where are you sitting?”

“Me?”

“Yes. I’d…like to sit next to you. If that’s ok? If not, that’s totally fine, I can just find-”

“Sí! That uh…that is fine. Come.”

We walk towards the seats and he places his hand above my lower back, not touching me but simply guiding me towards the seats. When we get there, he pushes a chair down and gestures to it.

“Por favor.”

“Thanks.”

I sit and he sits next to me, placing his arm on the arm rest. Our elbows touch briefly and it’s like an electric shock runs through me at his touch. We both move our arms, trying to give the other the arm rest.

“I insist, querida.”

I tell him my name before continuing. “No no. You have really broad shoulders. You need the space.”

“I- I do?” He looks at his shoulders in disbelief.

“Oh come on. You haven’t noticed?” Did I just squeeze his shoulder? Wait…is he blushing?

“You're just being nice, querida.”

“No way. You’re broad, Javi. Take the armrest. Por favor.”

He slowly moves his arm to the arm rest and nods at me. “Gracias. If you need it, please let me know.”

“I will.”

The movie starts and about 3 minutes in, Javi can’t help but lean over and tell me some piece of trivia about the set. It’s like he’s never been able to talk about this stuff with anyone. We end up chatting the entire movie, and I think I’ve made my first friend in Mallorca.

I just have to remind myself that it’s a friend and not a friend.

After the movie, we get gelato and talk some more. Javi tells me about his family and how they have olive farms. He asks me questions about my life and I respond as best I can.

“...and that’s how I ended up here in a hostel.”

“No, no querida! You are at the hostel?”

The gelato drips down onto the side of my finger and I lick it off. I swear I can see him shifting as he watches my tongue lap at the stickiness on my finger, but maybe it’s wishful thinking. “I am. It’s just me and like 8 other people.”

“You must come stay with me. I have a large estate, many rooms. You can have your pick.” His eyes grow wide as he finishes his rambled statement.

“Oh. I uh..”

“I am sorry, querida. I do not mean to make you uncomfortable. I hate to see a friend having to share a room with so many people when I have many, many rooms. It can be unsafe-”

“A friend?”

He blushes, not quite meeting my eyes. “Well, I mean…you don’t have to be my fri-”

“I could use a friend, Javi.” I giggle at his almost comical look of relief on his face.

“Oh good. I thought we were getting along and I assumed… but I shouldn’t. You are so young, and I shouldn’t have asked. It’s…cómo se dice [how do you say]…creepy?”

I laugh and he joins in nervously. “Creepy is the right word. But you don’t creep me out, Javi. Quite the opposite. I just…we only just met and I don’t know you yet.”

He waves his hand. “No no. I am sorry. I should not have asked. Just know if you don’t feel safe, you have a place to go, yes?”

“Deal.”

He walks me back to the hostel and says goodnight. I can tell he is having an internal debate on kissing my hand, because it’s raging across his face. I pull him in for a hug instead. He’s stiff, taken aback by my gesture but before I can pull away, he hugs me back, the warmth from his body seeping through mine and I couldn’t help the little sigh that escapes my lips. He holds me for a moment longer before releasing me and stepping back.

“Sorry, Javi. Um..American thing. The hug.”

“Right! Right.”

Ok that was complete bullshit and I think he knows.

“We’re still on for lunch tomorrow?”

“Sí, querida. I’ll meet you here and take you, if that’s ok?”

“That’s perfect. I’m glad I met you….Goodnight, Javi. ”

“Buenas noches, querida.” [Goodnight]

I feel his eyes on me as I enter the hostel and close the door, waving to him through the crack as it closes.

Okay, that man is the kindest, nerdiest, hottest guy I’ve ever met. How am I supposed to just be friends with him? He’s the only friend I have here though so…

I enter the room and see my bag open, things around it on the floor. Swearing, I dig around and notice that more than half of my stuff is missing. Nearly all of my toiletries, all of my American snacks, a couple items of clothing are gone, probably because no one steals cheap clothes really, and some other various things. It’s then I notice that my personal blanket I’ve had with me since I boarded the airplane to come here is missing.

Just then the door opens and 4 of my bunkmates enter, glaring at me as if they were daring me to ask if they took my things. Normally I might, but there are 4 of them and one of me. I gather up my remaining things, shoving them haphazardly into my bag before slinging it over my shoulder and heading downstairs. I hear the women giggling behind me, speaking in some language I’m not familiar enough with but I know it’s about me. Once I reach the lobby, I head for the front door and push it open, pulling out my phone and dial the one person I know in all of Mallorca.

“Querida? Are you ok?”

A small sob escapes me in place of words, but I manage to choke it down. “Is that offer still good?”

—----

2 months later, and I’m still here, at this sprawling estate in Mallorca. Javi let me pick whatever room I wanted, insisting on replacing all of my stolen items, even offering to buy me an entire wardrobe, which I declined.

Javi and I got closer, and I think I could say that he’s one of my best friends, despite only knowing him a couple of months. He’s the kindest man I’ve ever met, only wanting to make people happy and be happy himself. He never forces me to do anything, or implies that I owe him in any way. I have offered to do graphics for the olive farm, but he insists that I’m a guest and don’t owe him anything.

We’re eating lunch on the balcony today. The sun is shining and there’s a slight breeze coming in off the water. Taking a bite of my sandwich, Javi turns to me.

“I have to go to Singapore for a few weeks and I’d like you to come with me.”

I sputter, coughing out bits of sandwich as Javi thumps me on my back, offering me my glass of water when the coughing dies down. I take a sip, grateful a cup was so close as I gulp it down.

“I’m sorry. What?”

“I’d like you to come with me to Singapore.”

“Javi, you don’t have to take me.”

“Querida, you told me a few weeks ago you’ve never been in first class. Well, we usually take the jet but it’s in for upgrades and I have some business to attend to in Singapore. Come with me! Singapore Airlines is the best. They have cabins and-”

“Javi, I can’t afford that-”

He waves his hand while blowing a raspberry. “When have I ever asked you to pay for things? It is nothing. I could just use a friend with me.”

His eyes are big and round, exactly like a puppy’s, and he knows I can’t say no to this look.

“Oh….alright, fine. But you’ll have to show me what to do. How to function in your world.”

“That I can do!”

—----

I don’t know why I let him talk me into this.

The plane is absolutely breathtaking. It’s 2 levels, the first one being what I would call first class seats, but it’s clear these are the “budget” luxury seats on this plane. Everything is clean, the leather showing no signs of use, as if the plane just rolled off the assembly line. At the back of the first level is a lounge, complete with bar and bartender, multiple chairs and tables artfully placed around the smaller room, ambient lighting setting a calm environment. Upstairs are the suites. The rooms at the back of the plane are reminiscent of train cars, each space having a reclining chair and a small divider wall that can pull down into a bed if the guest needed to sleep.

On our way to the front of the plane where the master suites were, we passed by a bathroom that was easily bigger than my own back home. It even had a vanity mirror and chair, high end toiletries organized into drawers.

Then we arrived at the suites.

There was one on either side of the hallway, completely cut off from the hallway. They had little windows on the door and either side of it, but there were blackout blinds you could pull down to have some privacy. Javi slides the door open and gestures for me to enter.

It’s similar to the rooms at the back, but bigger. There’s a reclining chair, a massive tv, Bose headphones for use, and a double bed, either full or queen size, plush pillows and the softest looking comforter I’ve ever seen are spread out on it. A robe that probably costs more than my rent sits on the mattress and holy shit - is that a freaking mini fridge?

“Javi, I- this is too much.”

“Only the best! Next time, we take the private jet.”

“Next time?”

He blushes. “If-if you would like to, of course.”

I set my clearance rack backpack down on the chair and sit on the bed - which is way more comfortable than any mattress I’ve ever owned.

“I’m going to set my bag down.” Javi points to the door across from mine with his thumb and gives me a small smile.

Once he leaves, I let out a long sigh. If you had told me even 3 months ago that I would be sitting here, in a first class of the first class cabin that probably cost…oh shit, what did a ticket for this cost?

A quiet knock shakes me from my thoughts of money and tickets. A stewardess pokes her head in, looks at my big box store clothes, and grimaces.

“Can I bring you anything, miss?” Her last word is spoken with a snark that I’ve come to expect from those with money.

“Oh no, I’m good. Thank you though.”

She gives me a forced smile and nods. “If you need anything, press the button on the wall.” She gestures towards a small button on the doorframe and leaves.

Before I have time to dwell on that interaction, another knock comes and Javi opens the door.

“Querida, let’s go down to the lounge for takeoff. It’s allowed,” He says, in answer to my questioning look.

“I…ok.”

I get up and smooth out my jeans, trying my best to fix my plain black tee that I had thrown on. It’s a little wrinkled but it’s what I have. I follow Javi down to the lounge and he gestures to a couple of chairs while he waves down the bartender and orders a couple drinks, already knowing my favorite. He sits in the chair next to mine and smiles at me.

“What do you think?”

“It’s…I’ve never flown in such luxury before. It’s beautiful.”

He beams, his smile lighting up the entire room and my heart starts to race, my palms becoming sweaty as his gaze remains on me.

Another couple sits in the chairs across from us, facing our table.

“Ah, Mr. Gutiérrez. We haven’t seen you in a while!” The man speaks, a fake toothy smile spreading across his face as Javi nods at him.

“Señor Jones. It is a pleasure to see you again.” Javi smiles at the man, but the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

The man, Mr. Jones, turns his harsh appraising gaze on me. His eyes rake down my body, a look of poorly disguised disgust on his face as he takes in my cheap clothing, my shoes that have walked me across half of Europe but have definitely seen better days, and the way I slump in my chair, trying to hide myself. The woman he’s with, assumingly Mrs. Jones, hasn’t stopped silently tearing me apart since they sat down, her eyes getting more and more narrow the longer she stares at me.

“Did you run a charity auction?” Mr. Jones asks Javi, his eyes sliding off my body to look at him.

To his credit, Javi looks confused - genuinely confused. “I am sorry?”

Mr. Jones subtly nods towards me, his eyes never leaving Javi. “Did your friend win some sort of auction or raffle?”

Javi looks at me and back to Mr. Jones. “What raffle?”

Just then a stewardess comes by, asking us to please buckle up as the bartender hands us our drinks. I take a few more sips from it than I normally would, knowing that I won’t be able to get another until we’re at cruising altitude. I’ll have to endure The Jones’s sober. Because there’s no way this thing has enough alcohol in it.

“What did you mean, raffle?” Javi addresses Mr. Jones, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Your…friend. Did she win a raffle?”

Javi shakes his head, speaking louder as the plane starts to take off. “Not that I know of.” He looks at me and I feel my cheeks getting hot, both angry and embarrassed. I give my head a tiny shake and feel Javi’s eyes boring into the side of my face as I look down at my glass, watching the ice swirl around as I shake it.

I can feel the bartender and stewardess watching us, listening hard to our conversation because they too were giving me looks of “you don’t belong here”.

“Then why is she….ah.” Mr. Jones has a knowing smirk as he looks at Javi. “Nevermind. I get it.” He gives him a wink and Javi looks even more confused.

“I don’t understand.”

“Oh. Do they not have…you know…where you come from?”

“I still don’t-”

“Honey,” Mrs. Jones speaks for the first time since they sat down, leaning in to whisper in her husband’s ear, although she speaks just loud enough for Javi and I to hear. “I’m sure they have escorts in Spain.”

Javi’s cheeks turn a brilliant shade of pink as his eyebrows raise in comprehension, his palms rubbing down the length of his pants.

“Oh no no! You misunderstand! Querida here is my friend.”

“Friend. Sure.” Mr. Jones gives him a wink and Mrs. Jones chuckles.

“No, really. She is just mi amiga. My friend.”

“Mr. Gutiérrez, it’s okay. Everyone has different..tastes. Remember Mr. Parleter? Why he asks his..friends… to dress up like commonfolk too. Says it grounds him.”

The speaker bings and the stewardess informs the room that it’s safe to move about the plane. Thank God for cruising altitude.

My fingers fumble with the seat belt latch, finally prying it open and standing quickly. “It was nice to meet you, Joneses.” I had to keep myself from spitting that sentence out, but I didn’t know if these people had connections with Javi and I didn’t want to put another mark on his image - it’s clear my presence here already has. I don’t belong here and nearly everyone aside from Javi has made that perfectly clear.

“Querida-” Javi tries to get my attention, but I continue to the door and push it open, quickly ascending the stairs and practically running back to my room.

I pull down the privacy blinds and kick off my shoes, pushing them behind the chair to get them out of the way. I can’t believe I let him talk me into this. I don’t even know how to behave in this world. When we land, I’ll just get a coach flight back. Sure I’ll be crammed for like 24 hours, but it’s better than everyone assuming I won a raffle. Or that I’m Javi’s whore.

Now there’s a thought. He wouldn’t even need to pay me…

A quiet knock raps across my door. “Querida?” His voice sounds muffled but I know it’s him.

“Go back to your friends, Javi. I’m ok.”

“I am with my friend. Well, trying to be.”

Asshole. How is he so nice?

Grumbling, I unlock the door and slide it open, seeing a pair of concerned brown eyes looking at me.

“Yes?”

“I am sorry, querida. I corrected them but-”

“It doesn’t matter, Javi. But thank you.” I leave the door open and turn back to sit on the bed. Javi hesitates and then enters, waiting a few moments for me to stop him. When I don’t, he slides the door closed behind him.

“May I?” He gestures to the bed next to me and I nod. He sits down and turns to face me, his knee touching mine, the contact burning me through my pants.

He takes my hands and holds them, his thumbs massaging my skin. Everywhere he touches me feels like an electric shock - my body lighting up with every stroke of his thumbs, all the way down to my core. He is watching me, waiting for me to say something.

“Javi, I don’t belong here.”

“Sure you do. The Jones’s are assholes. Just ignore them.”

“It wasn’t just them, Javi. Everyone here looked at me like I was lost, a charity case, looking down their noses at me. Listen, when we get Singapore, I’ll just get a coach ticket back on another airline. I don’t want to ruin your image-”

He scoffs. “You only enhance my image, querida.”

“Javi, you do business in a world I’m not a part of. But I do know that appearances mean a lot, so I won’t pull you down with my…whore clothes.”

I couldn’t help the self deprecating remark. Javi smiles at me, one of his hands coming to my cheek, resting against my skin as his thumb wipes away the tears I didn’t realize had fallen. His eyes move back and forth between mine, and he leans closer to me. My breath hitches in my throat as I move towards him.

But then he drops his hand and looks away from me nervously.

“I..I think we should watch a movie! Yes - clear your mind. They have an excellent selection of Nic Cage movies.”

Did I misread that signal? Wasn’t he leaning in to…maybe I’m projecting my own feelings onto him. Still, he is sweating slightly and breathing heavier, nervously chatting about Nic Cage. And he hasn’t looked at me again.

“...or Face Off. That’s always a good one, although not very calming-”

Fuck he’s hot when he passionately rambles.

“OK. National Treasure it is!” He concludes, quickly grabbing the tablet that controls everything in the cabin and swiping across the screen to find the movie.

I settle back onto the bed, shifting over to the far side. Javi gets the movie started and then turns back, looking between the space I had obviously left for him on the bed and the chair next to it. He takes an uncertain step towards the chair.

“Javi, just lay with me. We always watch movies on the couch together.”

“Yes, but…this is…not a couch.”

I giggle. “Javi Gutiérrez. Are you afraid to lay on this bed with me, fully clothed, about to watch National Treasure?”

“I do not want you to think I am taking advantage of you.”

“There is no way you could ever take advantage of me, Javi.” Because I’m willing.

He sits on the edge of the bed and shifts his body towards the tv. This man. Rolling my eyes, I grab his arm and tug him towards me, catching him off guard and using that to my advantage to push him down onto the pillow.

“There. See? Nothing bad happened.”

His chest rises and falls quickly as he looks at me, a fire burning in his eyes that I had not fully seen before. The movie starts to play and I lay back against my pillow, watching the first several minutes in silence.

“Did you know the director, Jon Turteltaub, went to high school with Nic Cage?”

I did know. “Really?”

That’s all it took. Javi launches himself into his info dumping, telling me fact after fact about the movie and Nic Cage, getting more passionate with each one. This is one of the things I love about him - his intense passion for those things he cares deeply for. His entire demeanor shifts, eyes glazing over in admiration of the facts he’s artfully spilling, and I eat up every word. He pushes himself up on his side, shifting towards me as he leans on his arm, his hand against his head to hold himself up. His other arm gesticulates with his speech, accentuating each word. Several minutes goes by before he stops.

“Isn’t that all just fascinating?” His eyes find mine and oh fuck there’s the puppy dog gaze that I’m weak for.

“Amazing,” I sigh out, eyes begging for more.

His gaze flicks ever so slightly down to my lips before he leans down over me and gently pushes his lips to mine in the softest kiss I’ve ever received. My breathing picks up, my palms sweating. But then he’s pulling back, his warmth leaving me and my eyes shoot open, finding him already looking at me.

“I should not take advantage of you.”

“You aren’t!” I almost yell it and his eyes search mine for…something.

“I am so much older than you, querida. I should know better-”

It’s my turn to lean up, bringing my lips to his in an awkwardly angled kiss. My neck is burning with the pressure but I keep my lips on his, gently licking at his to deepen the kiss. His hand comes to the back of my head, holding me to him but allowing me to relax into him as he opens his lips, his tongue darting out to dance with mine. He lays me back, the top half of his body over mine and I moan, feeling the weight of his chest on mine. He pulls back again, his nose tracing a small line up and down my own.

“Are you sure, querida? You do not owe me anything.”

I push him up a little, grabbing his cheeks to make sure he’s looking at me. He looks hurt, like he thinks I’m about to push him away.

“I’m yours.”

He smiles, bringing his nose back to mine as he whispers against my lips. “And I am yours.”

He kisses me again, deeply, his fingers gliding across the exposed skin on my arm, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. He palms my boob over my shirt and I inhale sharply, pleasure shooting out from my chest and going straight to my cunt. The hand moves down to the hem of my shirt, trying to pull it up at this weird angle.

“Hold on,” I manage to say against his lips.

He shifts off me as I sit up, my fingers fumbling with the edge of my shirt as I yank it over my head and toss it in the direction of the chair. I think. My bra comes off next, nearly ripping it off my chest when the clasps refused to come undone. The second it’s off, Javi pushes me back down, shifting his body closer to mine and grabbing a boob with each hand, massaging them and swiping his thumbs over my nipples. I gasp, the sensation catching me off guard. He lowers his head and takes one of them in his mouth, warmth and wet surrounding my nipple as he laps at it.

“Oh shit, Javi. That feels amazing!”

He continues on to the other boob, not wanting it to feel left out, his hand covering the boob his mouth had left wet. His fingers pinch my nipple as he sucks on the other and I can’t hold back the whimper that comes from me. He kisses a path back up my chest, softly nipping at my chin before his lips find mind again, his chest heaving against mine. I feel his hand trail down my stomach, lightly touching my skin as it moves lower and lower. He fumbles a bit with the button on my jeans, but manages to open it, sliding the zipper down.

And then he stops moving.

“Javi, touch me, please,” I whimper into his mouth and I feel him chuckle quietly at my plight.

“I’ve got you, querida.”

His large hand slides through my curls, his thick middle finger running straight down me, circling my entrance without pushing in.

“Fuck, Javi!” I can’t contain myself as he slowly pushes a finger inside me, wasting no time in adding another.

His lips find mine and he bites at my lower lip, the palm of his hand pushing down on my clit as he rubs it there, pumping his fingers into me. Wet sounds permeate the plane sounds in my cabin and-

“Mmmm,” Javi whines into my mouth. “You feel amazing, querida.”

His fingers start to scissor inside me and it’s like he’s shooting pleasure directly into my veins, lighting up my body. My body writhes under him but his arm pins me down. A tidal wave of arousal is building inside me and I can feel it about to break. Javi must feel my thighs starting to tense because he kisses me just as I come, and fuckfuckfuck! My entire body lights up with my release, pleasure rocking through me as Javi continues to rub that spot, swallowing my moans into his mouth.

Coming down, I start to pant and he pulls his fingers from me, slowly sliding them up my sensitive cunt and I jolt as he rubs past my swollen clit.

“Javi, that..” I have no words. None. I’ve never been touched this thoroughly by a man. Then again, I’ve never wanted a man this bad before.

Javi moves from the bed and my eyes snap to him. “Where are you going?”

He looks down at me and I must look like a spent mess, no top, pants unbuttoned, and my hair is scattered across my pillow.

“I..I do not wish to presume…” Javi blushes, turning a bright shade of red as he tries to turn his back to me quickly, but not before I catch sight of the massive tent in his pants.

“Wait!”

He stops but doesn’t turn to face me. I shuffle off the bed and stand in front of him, trying to catch his gaze, but he can’t seem to meet my eyes. Gently, I place my hands on his warm cheeks, but when he doesn’t look at me, I pull him gently down, giving him a soft kiss. I softly slide my hands down to his shirt, reaching for the first button.

“You aren’t presuming anything…may I?” My fingers are gripping the button and while he still doesn’t look at me, I see the smallest nod of approval. I undo the button and am rewarded with more of that sunkissed, tan skin I love so much.

“I’ve wanted you since that night in the theater.” I confess, undoing the next button.

“And then you saved me from that hostel.” The next button slides open easily.

“You could’ve just left me. But you didn’t. Made sure I was safe and comfortable.” The last button pops open and I am so thankful that he always has the first few undone because I’m barely containing myself here.

My fingers gently slide in his shirt, letting my fingers glide up his torso as I push the shirt from his shoulders, watching as he shudders under my touch. His shirt falls from his shoulders, landing on the floor in a pile. Fuck I just want to touch him, have his body on me, but the tension is thick and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it. I reach for his belt and open it along with his pants, slowly sliding them down his body. Shit this tent in his boxers is huge. I gulp as I get the pants down and he quietly kicks them to the side.

I take a small step back from him and he finally looks at me, eyes blown wide with restrained lust. I start to shuffle my pants down, taking my underwear with them and kick them off somewhere in the cabin.

“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve touched myself to the thought of you, Javi?”

I bring my hand to my cunt, slowly sliding a finger down me to accentuate my point, when a large hand grips my wrist tightly. He moves my hand, watching my fingers slide expertly through my folds. He has to feel how wet I am for him, despite coming just a few minutes ago.

“Querida, are…are you sure?” His puppy eyes find mine and I know I’ll do anything for him.

“No doubt in my mind.”

That’s all it took.

Javi pulls me to his body, gripping my face and kissing me deeply and he turns us, my back facing the bed. His lips never leave mine as he shifts his lower body away, shuffling his boxers down. But then he loses balance and he nearly falls, catching himself on the side of the bed, boxers twisted around his ankles.

“Mierda!” [Shit!] He’s fighting with the boxers now and I can’t help but giggle - this is completely Javi. Adorkably sexy.

“Well.. I think I have ruined the mood.” He sounds so defeated, like a kid who dropped his brand new ice cream cone.

“Not a chance, Mr. Gutiérrez.” I pull him to me and kiss him, winding my fingers through his impossibly soft curls, finally getting a chance to tug on them the way I’ve wanted to.

He moans into my mouth, gently pushing me back to lay on the bed,his lips never leaving mine. Once my back hits the mattress, he breaks the kiss as I shuffle further up, my body diagonally across the bed. Javi locks eyes with me as he crawls up my body, planting kisses on my searing skin as he makes his way up. I open my legs wide to give him space and he leans his body on me, his erection pinned between our bodies.

Correction - his massive erection.

He’s thick and long, his hard cock pressing into my stomach as he tries to prop himself up over me, as if he’s afraid to fully rest. His fingers lightly touch my face, tracing the outline of my jaw and nose, his fingers softly sliding across my lips. He leans down and kisses me gently at first, and I feel him twitch on my stomach. He deepens the kiss, my mouth already open and ready to take him, and his hips start to grind into mine, our moans filling the cabin. He shifts his hips back and his cock moves, now sliding through my wet folds and fuck does that feel..fuck! He picks up his pace slightly, running his hard cock over my clit and I whimper under him.

His hips pull back for another pass through my folds, picking up the pace because of my reactions. But on the second thrust he misjudges it and pushes himself inside me, stopping about halfway inside me. My head hits the pillow and his name erupts from my lips.

“Fuck, Javi!”

I thought I would be able to take him but the way I feel stretched around him, a slight burn at the abrupt entrance, and so full already, it all caught me off guard. Tears form at the corners of my eyes so I close them as I grip the sheets, fistfuls of fine linen being crushed by my palms.

“Querida! I am so sorry!” He starts to pull out but I yell again and he freezes.

“What do I do?” He’s panicking - I can hear it in his voice.

“Just…hold on a sec.” I take a few deep breaths and relax, my muscles starting to open more, now that it’s not a surprise. A few moments go by and I feel his eyes scanning me, afraid to move, afraid to hurt me again.

“OK…I’m ok.”

“Querida, I am so sorry. I’ll just-” He starts to pull out but I grip his arms, wrapping my legs around him.

“Javi?”

“Sí querida?”

“I need you inside me. I need you, Javi.”

He lets out a puff of air that I’m sure he’s been holding onto. “Are you sure?”

“Please, Javi. Fuck me.”

“Sí señorita.”

He pushes in slowly, stretching me even more and my mouth flies open, his name a whisper on my lips as he bottoms out, filling every part of me.

“You feel so tight querida. I- I have to move.”

“Oh fuck please move.”

And he does.

He sets a slow pace at first, dragging himself out of me and I feel hollow without him. But then he pushes back in and my body takes him in this time, ready and willing to have him fill me up. He snaps his hips when he’s fully inside and some spot at the back of me lights up, stars erupting across my vision as I moan out his name.

“Oh fuck yes Javi! There!”

He focuses his thrusts on that spot inside me, picking up his pace as I grab his shoulders, my fingers scraping across his skin trying to find purchase.

“I’ve wanted you since that night at the movies too, querida….I thought about..ugh…making love to you there in the theater…watching you…nghh…bounce on my lap…fuck you’re gripping me so tight I-”

His hips still a moment, his eyes closed in concentration. A few second later, he nods and thrusts back in, immediately finding that spot that has me whining his name. I feel his hand on my stomach, snaking down to rub on my clit and my whole body clenches, throwing me over the edge of my rapidly growing release. His hips sputter into mine and I feel him come with me, both of us crying out into the room.

“I love you, querida!”

“Fuck Javi! I love you too!”

Arousal gushes from me, leaking out as I scream his name, my orgasm making me shake with pleasure, my limbs growing weak as I finally come down. Javi rests his head on my sweaty chest and I seize another opportunity to run my fingers through the soft curls.

“Did you mean it?” I can’t help but ask, ready to accept that he only said it in the heat of the moment.

He lifts his head and I see his wide eyes, soft and brown, full of some emotion. Is it-

“I did. I love you, querida. No one else gets me like you do.”

“I…feel the same way.”

He smiles and it lights up the cabin, ear to ear grin as he giggles. “This is fantastic!”

Just then a blast sounds and we jump, completely forgetting that the movie was still playing.

“Did..did we just fuck to National Treasure?”

His grin is back, a cheesy, toothy smile as he enthusiastically nods. “Except, we did not fuck. We made love.”

He kisses me but pulls back to speak low in my ear. “When we arrive at the hotel, I’ll get a chance to fuck you properly. The entire hotel will know my name as it spills from your lips.”

Fuck am I ready for that.

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katymacsupernatural · 7 years ago

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Love is in the Air Chapter 2

Jared Padalecki x Reader

1400 Words

Story Summary:Jared is a Flight Attendant, one of the best in the country. Y/N is one of the hottest Hollywood stars. Both intensely attracted to each other, but prejudices get in the way. Can Jared get past his idea of how Y/N should be? Can Y/N show Jared that she’s not the normal actress, but one who is shy and down to Earth, giving them a chance at love?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Once again: Thanks to @just-another-busy-fangirl for being my beta, I really appreciate it!! And to @zombiewerewolfqueen for creating the wonderful pic of Jared as the flight attendant. And @just-another-winchester for the fabulous aesthetic!!!

Your POV

Even with the script in your hands and earphones on loud, the man in front of you continued to irritate you. Never leaving you alone for more than a minute, often turning around, asking you questions, flirting and hinting at a quickie in the airplane’s bathroom.

Clenching your jaw, you tried to ignore him when you heard the flight attendant’s melodic voice, making his way up and down the aisle, passing out the passenger’s meals. “How about as soon as we get off this blasted plane, I take you out for a fancy dinner? One of those places that serves those tiny little salads and meals, because honey, you look good now, but that camera adds pounds.”

Grinding your teeth together, you shook your head. “No, thank you. My friend is picking me up as soon as we land.”

A frown finally finding it’s way onto the man’s face, he was about ready to say something more when Jared, the flight attendant stopped at your seat. Noticing the tick in your jaw, the flush of your cheeks, he raised an eyebrow. “Is everything okay?”

“She’d be better if you would just serve her food and go away,” the man in front of you muttered. Clenching your teeth, you took a deep breath before pasting a smile on your face. You were used to pushy fans, you could handle this man for the remainder of the flight.

“Everything will be much better once I have my food,” you told him, even though you wanted nothing more than for the man in front of you to shut up and leave you alone. Smiling up at him, you couldn’t believe how incredibly handsome this man was. How kind he seemed. Wishing that it would be someone like him interested in you, instead of men like the one in the seat in front of you.

Sitting there, you couldn’t help the gasp that left your mouth when you saw the plate he handed you. A thick, juicy hamburger, along with a handful of fries. Greasy, and exactly the opposite of what your agent would want you to eat. But you didn’t care. You needed the comfort food before your long week in Hollywood. “You had one!” you exclaimed, unconsciously licking your lip at the amazing smell coming from the hamburger.

“Should have just given her the salad like I suggested. Ain’t no actress should go around eating greasy food like that. Especially when you’re getting ready for your biggest role,” the man in front of you grumbled, and you had enough.

As Jared opened his mouth to speak, you stood up, facing the man who couldn’t stop putting you down. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me? Sure, I love the way you look, even with those few pounds you seemed to add. But there’s others who won’t. You really need to be more careful,” he tried explaining.

“My meal choices are none of your concern. My life is none of your concern. I can do what I want, eat what I want. So if you wouldn’t mind, I would like to spend the rest of my flight in peace,” you snapped, with everyone in the front of the cabin staring your way.

“Bitch,” he sneered. “I should have figured an up and coming actress such as yourself would be so self centered. I had just hoped differently.”

“Sir, if you continue to speak to her like this, I will have a talk with our airline, and you will no longer be able to fly with us. There is no need to treat her this way,” Jared spoke up for you.

“Excuse me?” The man grumbled. “Do you know who I am?”

“Yeah, you’re a chauvasitic man who is upset that a woman told him no. A man who has no idea how to treat a lady the way she should be treated,” Jared spoke smoothly.

“You…you can’t talk to me this way! I’ll have your job!” the man stuttered, before turning to his phone.

With his attention no longer on you, or Jared, you could finally take a deep breath. It was one of the things you hated most about your job. Always being in the public’s eyes, everyone criticizing every little thing about you.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t let him treat you that way,” Jared apologized. “Nobody should have to deal with that, even people like…”

“Like me?” you finished for him, trying to hide the fact that his words hurt. Almost as much as the other man calling you a Bitch.

“I didn’t mean…um…I just…” he stuttered, trying to take back his words, but the damage was already gone.

“No, it’s okay. After all I’m just a spoiled celebrity, isn’t that right?” you muttered, trying to keep the tears from falling. “Thanks for the hamburger, it was nice of you.”

Taking your headphones, you placed them back in, missing the frustrated look on the flight attendant’s face. Taking a bite of the burger, you tried to calm yourself, knowing that a flight attendant’s opinion of you shouldn’t matter. But it did. Because you couldn’t control the attraction you felt for the man. He drew you to him, and you had wanted to get to know the man outside of the plane. But that wasn’t going to happen now.

Jared’s POV

Cursing under my breath as I finished the rest of my round, I slammed the tray back into our little room, knowing I had messed up. Badly. Even though my words were just a reflection of my thoughts, I didn’t want her to know I felt that way. Or had felt that way, but was starting to change my mind. I hated the way her smile fell from her face, the light faded from her eyes. I had done that, without meaning to. Sure, she was an actress, no doubt not interested in me at all. But I still hated being the one that hurt her. Knowing there was no way I could fix it now, I went back to work, trying to forget my blunder.

The rest of the flight went smoothly. With all of the food handed out, I just had to make sure people’s drinks stayed filled. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her sitting there, making me realize I didn’t even know her name. I was probably the only one on board who didn’t, and it felt stupid to even ask.

Coming around with another drink for her, I frowned when she didn’t even glance up. Her gaze was on the script in front of her, her head bobbing to whatever music she was listening to.

I wanted to know what type of music she liked. If she listened to it loud, or just loud enough she could hear what was going on around her as well. Shaking those thoughts from my mind, I buckled into my seat just as the pilot announced our descent.

The descent went smoothly and before I knew it I was helping people gather their belongings, guiding them to the door as they left the cabin. Seat C1 was one of the last ones to leave, and I was nervous to see the annoying man in front of her taking his time as well.

“Thank you again for the hamburger,” she spoke softly as she passed me, taking a pair of big framed sunglasses from her leather purse, never lifting her gaze so I could see those beautiful eyes once more.

“It was my pleasure,” I assured her, before she was walking down the attached hallway towards the tarmac, leaving me behind with B1 as the only passenger left.

“I see how you look at her,” he sneered, standing in front of me, his monogrammed briefcase in his hands. “Don’t even think, for a moment, that you’re in her league. No one is. She deserves to be placed in a glass box, nothing more than a possession to place on your arm when you attend fancy gala’s.”

“That’s bullshit,” I argued, not even caring that I wasn’t being polite to a passenger. “She is not a possession, an item to be bought. She’s a person, who deserves to be loved.”

Laughing, the man turned to walk away. “And that’s why you’re just a simple flight attendant. A job meant for women.”

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