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hoosurdaddy · 2 years ago

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Chapter 4.

Pairing: post covid! Stan Marsh x Reader, post covid! Kenny McCormick x reader.

Triggers: 18+, cheating, smut,gaslighting. Reader is married to Stan, bad grammar, short.. Rushing this so I'm finally finished a series.

As you fidgeted with your paper work, you seen Kenny through the class window talking to one of his investors about a new product. You two spotted each other, but right as you went to give Kenny a shy wave, you heard your phone ringing. It was Stan. Instead of waving at Kenny, You stared at your phone. Stan knew he shouldn't be calling you at work. You waited until the call rang out before continuing your journey to the copy machine. As you walked, you could hear someone trailing behind you. It was Butter's, standing there with a small smile on his face as he caught up to you.

"Hey Butters."

"Hey Y/N." Butter's looked at you with rosey cheeks. "I'm so sorry I didn't stay behind on Friday for paper work. I had no idea."

"What?" You looked at Butter's, confused.

"I was talking to Stan this morning and he was asking about how Friday night went. I really need to start checking my emails more. Gosh darn." Butter's muttered, fumbling for any excuse as to why he missed 'the paper work'.

"It's okay, honey. It's just a misunderstanding on Stan's part, there was no meeting, or paper work." You smiled weakly at Butters, who sighed a breath of relief. It wasn't a misunderstanding on Stan's part. Did Stan not believe you? He was probably still annoyed about the lube situation, but jesus don't drag Butter's into it. You looked down at your phone once more. Stan's calling.

"I'll talk to Stan, Don't worry your pretty head." You laughed at Butter's, who smiled back at you before he turned into his office singing a song he made up about paper.

You answered Stan on the fourth ring. "Hey." You could hear him smiling down the phone.

"Have you been questioning Butter's?" You asked, despite knowing the answer already. You could hear Stan laughing down the phone, which in return made you smile at the thought of Stan's smiling face.

"I'm just talking to my friend." Stan explained. "He was clueless about the paper work on Friday, poor thing nearly died of a heart attack." You could hear Stan rolling his eyes over the phone.

"It's Butter's, he's completely harmless." You continued as you set your papers down on the printer. "That's why Kenny only needs him for legal assistance and to be his accountant. It's only me and Kenny that deal with paper work."

Stan sighed, taking a long pause. It scared you that Stan might of figured it out, but instead he spoke. "You know if you quit you can come work for my whisky company and we hang out all the time."

"I've told you before Stan, if we work together all we'll do is fight. Besides, working in a lab is fun." That and it was a bit of freedom from Stan. Not that you didn't love being around Stan, but working with him would be completely different. You both made it a rule to never bring work home and that is a guarantee to happen if you worked with Stan. Besides, working as a secretary was fun. It was something you were good at, it was something you enjoyed. It was the first bit of freedom that you had since moving away from college.

"Are you working this weekend?" Stan asked since it was only Wednesday, but Stan wanted to keep you busy for the weekend so you had no excuse to come in and see Kenny. You shook your head, despite Stan not being able to see you.

"Nope. I'm free."

"Craig is having a birthday for Tweek on Saturday." Stan immediately announced on the phone. Parties with Stan used to be a nerve wrecking experience with how drunk and messy he used to get, he wasn't like that anymore. Stan was sober and he got sober for you. He was able to control himself around alcohol, considering he owns a whiskey company he never consumed a drop.

"Are you going back to work?" Stan asked.

"I am. I'll call you on my break?"

"See you soon."

During his lunch break, Kenny had missed a group WhatsApp call from his friends; Stan, Kyle, and Cartman. Once he answered, they were talking about Craig's party for Tweek this weekend. Kenny loved facetiming his friends. Kyle was giving him the information that he missed out on about the party. Kenny knew he was going to have to face you and Stan as couple sooner or later, but he figured that by then he would of had his own girl by now. But he didn't, he had you.

As his friends talked, Kenny noticed how Stan seemed to peak over Kenny's shoulders for any sign of you in his office or even a glimpse of you walking by the door, everytime Kenny's eyes glanced away from the camera. Stan had no authority here, this was Kenny's building. This was Kenny's business. Stan couldn't do anything here.

"I'm wearing my red polo shirt with jeans. I bet Y/N is gonna wear that blue dress I got her for our anniversary." Stan smiled. It took Kenny everything not to threaten Stan that he was going to tear that dress off your pretty body and fuck you six ways to Sunday. "She's going to look so sexy."

"Dude." Kyle scoffed down the phone as Stan gushed about you so lovingly. Kenny just rolled his eyes, causing Stan to sneer as Kyle and Cartman began arguing over what to give Tweek as a present. This sneering and throwing dirty glances at each other continued until Kyle stopped them, and asked Kenny was wrong.

"Just tired." Kenny answered through his teeth as he watched Stan give him a sweet smile.

"I bet if a certain someone walked in you'd be all smiles and laughter." Stan replied, making Kenny tensed up. Thank God, Stan wasn't here in person or else his body language would totally give everything away. 'Fuck you Stan', Kenny thought.

“I don’t know what you’re on about, Stan." Kenny replied, doing his best to deny the reality of the situatioN. He was protecting you, he was protecting himself. He can handle the pressure, he was a scientist after all. No matter what Stan threw at him, Kenny could handle it. But Stan on the other hand, couldn't trust Kenny as far as he could throw him. If he had seen you both the other night, there would be no denying it.

"I'm not stupid." Stan sneered once more, causing more confusion Cartman and Kyle. It was Thanks to Butter's who came in to ask about the accounts that Kenny excused himself.

On Friday, you sat at your desk, cleaning out an bit of rubbish you had left over from the week. Stan was busy at the office, he had rang you to tell you that something went wrong and he had to figure it out and that he might be home late. You didn't mind, it gave you time to fix the house, and get both your clothes set and ready for tomorrow. You were filled with excitement to see Craig and Tweek tomorrow.

When you had returned back from taking out the bin, Kenny was already sitting on your desk with a smirk on his face. "Hey. I was hoping to see you before you left."

"Here I am." You giggled as you sat on your chair, looking up at him. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just like looking at you." You playfully slapped Kenny's arm as you grabbed your handbag.

"Are you going to the party tomorrow?" You asked as you and Kenny stood up so you could push your chair into the desk. Kenny nodded, his fingers ghostly running over your arms. "I can't wait to see you in that blue dress."

"Stan told you?" You laughed as Kenny nodded, laughing along with you. "Yep, he was very serious about how sexy you'll look.. Can't say I blame him."

Sighing, you looked up at Kenny. "Do you want to fin-"

"It's going to take a lot more then Frank Gallagher to get rid of me." Kenny smiled. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

You smiled, looking around to see if there was anyone around. All you wanted to do was kiss Kenny right here, right now. You wanted to plant kisses every where and anywhere over his face and body, but you couldn't. Instead, you opted for blowing him a kiss. "I'll see you tomorrow."

As you turned, you walked down the hall to leave through the fire exit. You were expecting to be greeted by the fire exit door, instead you were greeted by Butter's, who hadn't gone home yet. You both stood there and stared at each other in silence.

Internally, you felt your stomach acid bubbling as you both stared at each other for what felt like a life time. Butter's had a look about him that you couldn't quite read. "Please don't tell Stan." You wanted to cry out, but your mouth wouldn't move.

Slowly, Butter's made his way out through the exit, leaving you standing there, questioning on what your marriage was going to be like when you got home.

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yeastymuffin · 8 months ago

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It is well into thursday afternoon, the curse of living in Europe i guess, but I'll still post something for the wip wednesday. Thanks for tagging me @paperstomach!! :D

I don't know which one of my mutuals are working on stuff, so if you see this, feel free to share your wips (even if it isn't wednesday) and tag me in it if you want some feedback or just a fun comment ^-^

I have two things I am working on at the moment (three if you include my thesis 🤐) so I'll post both. One being a sapphic Victorian-esque ghost story about a haunted hotel near the beach. The second being my recently revived medieval Brittana fic inspired by this piece of art by @katimanki

At the bottom, below the 'read more' link, is the first chapter of the Brittana fic. It's like 5k words so enjoy! (@unholy-fabray you seemed interested so I'm posting this for u <3)

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Premise: Addie and Dolly are riding horseback on the beach. This is the first time they are being honest to eachother about what they are dealing with (Addie being mentally unwell, and Dolly caring deeply for her)

Addie shared a look of deep earnest. A heaviness settled upon hers shoulders. The weight of which her companion shared, for she halted her steed, letting the silence beg for Addie to answer the unspoken question.

“I want to be emaciated.” She said at last. “To feel the same kind of instinctual hunger the gulls feel as a need to drive them up into the sky. That way, and that way alone, could I explain why I feel the way I feel.”

A breath of silence fell between them. The gulls sailed low today, feeding on what tiny creatures hid beneath the surface of the sand. Dolly watched the birds with a naïve kind of curiosity as they spread their wings to glide up each time a wave got to shore with the intent to wipe away all that was before – the rhythm of which never seemed to tire.

“Well then, it must be so.” She spoke. Her face contorted in a stern frown. “But only long enough for you to explain it to me. Then, afterwards, when you sink away in the despair you cried out, let me raise your chin and fill you with love. Let me fill you till it comes out of your nose, and I will wipe away the snot, and hold you, and tell you all can be well. If only you let yourself feel it.”

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AAAAAND THE GLEE FIC:

Long Live: chapter one

Throughout the evening the regular folk enters the taverns until a lively buzz of songs sung by drunk rumbles through the streets. Every so often, when a drunkard is kicked out for becoming too rowdy, a passerby would be able to distinctly make out the lyrics of the drinking song as the words roll of tens of stumbling tongues. Where each tavern poured their own ale, so were the songs and festive hymns hand crafted and specific to the place.

The Vulgar Elderberry, known by locals as the most disorderly and unrestrained pub of the city, where middle-aged men go to pick fights and prostitutes make a humble fortune, is as busy as usual. At every hour of the day there is a group of drunk men, but as soon as the sun goes down the benches and stools fill till the early morning sun peeks over the horizon.

Santana, who might as well be wearing Hans Christian Andersen’s red dancing shoes, is having a blast. With only a bat of her eyes a new drink finds its way to her hand. Men are at her feet with every sway of her hips or twirl of the skirt. And they are at her feet in the literal sense since she is up on her third table of the night. Drunkards are watching her from below, tongues nearly rolling out of their mouth and on the sticky surface of the table which has seen the spillage of many a beer.

On the table next to her is a blonde girl she has seen a couple times before. She does not know her name but somehow they always end up at the same tavern and decide to entertain the guests together. Though it is clear the girl does this on a regular basis, dancing into the early hours of the day, Santana thinks she is decently able to keep up in her drunken haze.

The regular bard is strumming away on a lyre, his beautiful song drowned out by the intoxicated attempts of the patrons singing along. Santana has reached the point where the loud chants do not sound loud anymore and the world is engulfed in a blanket of bliss. Yes, this means she sometimes misses a beat or nearly hits one of the guys who is sitting at her table in the face when she kicks her leg up, but hey, she is at the Elderberry. Any visitor is bound to come home with multiple bruises.

At a dark corner of the bar she sees someone dressed in a dark cloak and a blue tunic. The guest has had two mugs of beer at most and has been looking at her intensely all night. Santana, being a glutton for attention and praise, dances harder for every guy staring at her but tonight she has been dancing for this visitor and this visitor alone. Sharp eyes ogle her from under the hood, face inexpressive no matter how suggestive her dancing gets.

If anyone is sober enough to pay attention to the relatively tall visitor in blue, they would notice how out of place the person is. Not only does the person look too old to still be dressed as a squire, the light blue fabric of the tunic is too expensive for any commoner to wear to a pub like this. A night without a fight is rare, and though people like to show off their riches and power in any social setting, the average response to vanity in the Vulgar Elderberry is a punch to the throat. To wear a light blue dyed linen tunic is asking for trouble.

Santana’s eye fucking gets interrupted when she feels a slosh of beer hit her feet. Still dancing, she looks down at the two guys who just toasted too zealous for the state of their motor control. Their spilled toast is all over the table. She shouts a string of curse words at them and not so subtly stomps in the pool of beer, trying to splash them back.

Too drunk or turned on – or both – to care, the men wipe the drops of beer from their face and out of their beards. Two pairs of lust filled eyes look at her, not registering the thundercloud that is forming above Santana’s head. The bald one barks at her like a dog, which encourages another fellow at her table to howl at her. All night, men have whistled and jeered at her but now most guests are unable to remember how much they had to drink. The last bit of Santana’s rationale takes over. Too much exhilaration will lead to men grabbing her for a dance and trying to suck her tongue out of her mouth, which is the last thing she wants.

Helplessly, she looks over at her blonde friend as she twirls, which may not be the best thing to do as she is certain she would trip if asked to walk in a straight line. Still, Santana never said her rationale was logical or the most efficient. After a couple twirls, she finally meets the eyes of her friend who frowns at her, asking what is wrong. Santana nods to her feet where one of the men is trying to grab at her dress to smell it. The girl nods, having understood the cry for help, then looks at her own crowd of drunk men and smiles teasingly.

“Me and my friend here are kind of getting bored.” The girl shouts. Santana is barely able to make out what is trying to say despite their close proximity. The men at her feet perk up, ready to serve this nymph anything as long as it gets her to keep dancing for them.

One guy jumps up on the bench and props one of his feet on the table. He extends an arm and reaches out for the girl. She places her hand in his outstretched hand. He grabs it tenderly and kisses it. Despite the softness of the kiss, which feels out of place seeing the tavern they are in, it is the lewdest thing Santana has seen all evening. She gawks at the sight. There might as well have been two people going at it doggy style on the table next to her.

“Two ale for these lovely broads who have been entertaining us all evening.” The guy screams at the bar.

“It’s on the house!” the bartender yells back as he puts two large mugs on the dark oak surface of the bar. An ocean of hands reaches out to bring the mugs to their destination.

A hand grabs Santana’s lower arm. Ready to fight off a man who cannot keep his hands to himself, Santana spins around to face her assailant, fist in the air ready to punch a bloody nose. To her surprise, it is the girl. She is leaning dangerously far forward and beckons for Santana to join her on her table. Assisted by a steady tug, she jumps over to the table. Delighted when her shoes do not stick to the table top, a luxury her old table did not have.

The girl does not let go of her. Repositioning her hand instead and intertwines their fingers together, her other hand finds Santana’s waist. The blonde turns her head and screams something at the bard. Santana is too drunk to hear it, overwhelmed by the sudden close proximity and the intense brown eyes the girl has.

“Dance with me.” She says. And Santana does.

Never before has she danced a peasant partner dance. After a minute of stepping on toes and legs tangling in skirts, she understands the rhythm of the dance. She smiles brightly at her partner when she figures it out. The girl grins back, all shiny teeth and pink lips.

Beneath her, the men’s clapping slowly increases. Santana dances like it is the only thing she has ever done in her life. Her body moves on its own, keeping up with the pace that grows faster by the second.

They hop and twirl and shimmy. Without looking away from the girl, Santana knows her whirling her red dress and the orange dress of her partner creates for an impressive sight. Two flames growing brighter and brighter in an endless waltz until they burn up together.

They dance on and on. The muscles in her legs are screaming at her to stop, but Santana cannot help it. If this is where she dies, dancing on a table in a disgustingly dirty tavern, so be it. May the heavens find her exhausted soul and realise that for once she enjoyed what she was doing with every fibre of her being.

One of the gods must have heard her death wish, as in the next second one of Santana’s feet slips off the table and she nearly tumbles into the lap of a sweaty, overweight guy. The only thing keeping her on her podium is the blonde girl who instantly drags her back on her feet.

The delirium of her aching body is taking over, or perhaps she is a lot more drunk than she thought she was. An all-consuming laughter bubbles up from her stomach and leaves her body. She looks like a maniac, but she cannot find the energy to care. There is no one here able to scold her for her unruly behaviour. The chest pressed against hers starts moving in shocks. The girl, too, is laughing hysterically.

She needs a full minute to get her laughter under control. Suddenly, as the last hiccups of her giggle die down, she realises she is still clinging to the girl who is sweaty and hot under her grip. A droplet of sweat rolls down the girl’s neck and pools behind her collarbone. Aware of the heaving chest pressed against hers, and the inappropriate intimacy Santana lets go. Albeit hesitantly.

The girl smiles at her, bright eyed, then turns to the men at their feet. “Where are those beers? I feel hot!” She knows exactly how to play a crowd.

“Yes you are!” A guy screams from a couple tables over.

A large mug filled to the brim is pressed in Santana’s hand by the girl. Her head is spinning. If she drinks this and keeps on dancing, she will sleep in the gutter tonight. Having sweat off half of her body weight, Santana takes a big gulp of her beer. She cringes when the lukewarm liquid fills her mouth, having expected the beer to be cold.

“Chug! Chug! Chug!” A guy with a sophisticated moustache chants. He must be a notary of some sorts during the day.

The blonde nudges Santana with her hip and lifts her mug suggestively. Not really caring much for her future self, Santana lifts her own mug with a devilish grin. They toast clumsily, spilling a fair amount as the mugs hit and start chugging.

From across the room, Santana makes eye contact with the peculiar visitor as she chugs her beer. Wanton from dancing, Santana decides to do something she has never done before. With her free hand, she undoes two buttons of her dress, showing off her cleavage. Nearly finished with her beer, she pulls the mug away from her mouth ‘accidentally’ spilling the remainder which drips down her chin and disappears between her breasts.

The cheers of the crowd beneath her leave her cold. Still, Santana bites away her smugness. She caught the visitor biting her lip and fumbling with the belt, hands restless from seeing Santana act all licentious. The victorious smile on her face is hard to supress so she turns to her still nameless friend and focuses her attention on her.

Her heart is running in circles behind her ribcage and kicking up a storm. A heat is growing from deep within and burns her up from the inside. It is dizzying. Santana feels like she can puke at any moment.

The girl says something.

“What?” Santana asks confused.

“It’s Quinn.” The girl repeats. Santana blinks. She does not remember asking the girl for her name, but she must have. Whilst she struggled to keep the content in her stomach inside, her body must have taken over and made small talk. Like when her mind goes away to that special place where she can run away on the back of a horse and ride into the sunset, while her body is talking about the current affairs of the kingdom with some stuck up duke.

“Are you okay? Do you need to sit down?” Quinn asks. Her eyes warm with worry. Santana wishes she can take her home. Quinn seems like a person you can be truly honest with, who would not judge you for the demons in your head.

Santana shakes her thoughts away. She forces herself to take a couple deep breaths. “Yeah, I’m good. The dancing wore me out.” She says. “I’m San- Rosario. Rosario San Cruz I think we’ve met before.”

“Quinn Fabray.” Quinn grabs her hand and spins her around. The soft fabric of Santana’s red dress undulates in graceful waves as she twirls. “We have. I remember because I never had a dance partner that’s able to keep up with me the way you do.”

“Why thank you.” Santana says demure, instinctively bowing elegantly as she takes the compliment. As Santana comes back up she bites her tongue to keep from smiling too hard. Though it’s too late. This Quinn girl has already brought out her cheek dimples. Santana hates them. She is usually pretty good at showing off a certain emotion when really she is feeling something else, but when her cheek dimples show, everyone can see she is truly happy in and out. Information which she prefers not to give away.

Quinn takes Santana’s mug with one hand and holds her other hand up invitingly. “May I have another dance with you, Rosario?” She says with an accent mocking the highbrow and royals.

“But of course you may.” Santana grabs the hand, responding in the same accent.

Quinn regards her, then pecks a kiss to each of the mugs and throws them behind her without looking, like a bride throwing her bouquet. Men dive after the mugs, deeming them worth more than jewellery. Not even a peregrine falcon diving after its prey is as fast.

The bard is playing a joyful song, Quinn sings along softly as she leads Santana. Santana cannot fully commit to the dance however, she keeps one eye on the men fighting over the mug - not trusting it will simply blow over. The tension she had tried escaping by going here has returned. The tiny demon running around in her skull is pulling on all the strings, creating doom scenarios of what could happen. Ranging from a simple barfight to a dragon ripping the roof of the tavern and burning them all alive.

“Stop thinking.” Quinn points out sharply. “This is the third time you’ve stepped on my foot and your eyes keep darting to the side. I know for a fact you’re not distracted by a handsome knight.”

Santana frowns at what Quinn might be implying. “What? I totally like knights.”

“Yeah, who doesn’t?” Quinn lets go of her for a second to do her own little freestyle whilst she stares at the guy whose hand she kissed earlier. “But I don’t see them here. Just enjoy the moment. Worries are for tomorrow.”

Quinn’s hands find her body again and she leads them into a high tempo waltz. Santana gets twirled around again, seemingly Quinn’s favourite move, and lets her thoughts fly away from her as she spins around.

In anticipation of the dip Quinn leads her into she takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. Arms stretched out dramatically, she fully trusts the hands around her waist to not drop her. Her long, dark hair nearly brushes the table top. Her flair for the dramatics is appreciated as whistles and shouts fill the air, shortly drowning out the music.

Then she is pulled back up, rougher than she expected. A yelp escapes her mouth as she crashes into Quinn. Instinctively, her feet position themselves so she is ready to waltz away but the lead does not come. Quinn is looking at something behind her then hisses in her ear. “Duck.”

Before Santana can ask what is going on, firm hands grab her shoulders and she is pushed downwards. With a thud she falls on her ass on the table top. Tears jump in her eyes at the sharp pain that shoots up her spine. Her skin will be bruised for a week. One foot is in the lap of a passed out drunk guy. Carefully, she tries to remove her foot and crawl of the table. A heavy body crashes into her and nimbly slides off the table.

“There is no time to be nice.” Quinn chides. Rudely, she drags Santana to her feet and checks her over. By then, Santana realises the side of the table they are on is empty, aside for the passed out guy. The gears in her head are turning as she looks around. People are chanting, not the regular songs, but cheering and howling. Instead of the low notes of a mostly male choir, deep aggravated grunts fill the air.

The chanting, together with the groups forming between the tables click in Santana’s head. There are fights happening. Multiple.

“I knew the mugs were going to cause trouble.” Santana says to no one in particular as she looks at the fight at the opposite side of the table. A shoe flies through the air and hits a guy who had previously nursed his beer unbothered. Agitated from the beer that spilled all over his tunic he grabs the shoe and throws it back, hitting a different bystander in the face. The bystander makes a face that can only be described as an toad blown up with anger, and stalks towards the guy with heavy steps, nearly stumbling over a nearby bench.

“Good for you genius. We have to go.” Quinn snipes. Her hand locks around Santana’s forearm. With difficulty, Santana keeps up with the swift pace with which Quinn moves through the maze of tables and drunk, fighting barbarians. The closer they get to the exit, the rowdier things become.

The tavern has been filled to the brim the whole evening. Multiple fights are breaking out and escalating. In the chaos of fallen benches, mugs flying through the air and people being pushed over or stumbling away in a drunken stupor, it is hard for two women to fight their way through the crowd. Quinn pushes herself in the slowly moving stream of exiting people, attempting to pull Santana with her.

“Wait!” Santana shouts at Quinn. “I’m missing someone.”

“Forget it.” Quinn shouts back over her shoulder. “We need to leave now or a guy unruly from fighting thinks he needs a victory prize.”

Santana looks back but her vision gets blocked by two tall guys behind her, seemingly brothers. All around her are sweaty bodies. The air smells of barf and wet, dirty clothes. Her arms are pressed to her body. If people are not careful she will be crushed like grain in a mill. The only thing that is keeping her from fully panicking is the death grip Quinn has on her.

All of a sudden the pushing from behind stops, but before she can look behind her to see what happened, a strong arm wraps around her waist. She is yanked out of Quinn’s grip and dragged backwards. She screams in surprise, then a second animalistic scream leaves her throat fuelled by pure anxiety.

Quinn was right. A burly guy who has had too much to drink thinks he owns the world and anyone in it. In order to truly feel like the king he is, he needs his little princess to entertain him. And he has decided Santana will be that princess.

Her whole body stiffens. She is a drawn bow ready to let go. This is yet another guy who thinks she is only good for one thing. His audacity is as big as a dragon and his regard for the thoughts and feelings of others is as true as the existence of gnomes – just a fable. He is a dirty pig, just like the rest of the scum that fills this tavern each night. In a blind fit of rage, she turns around and punches the guy square in the face. Then adds another punch at the nose, for good measure.

Instantaneously, the person lets go of her and grabs at their face. Then throws the hood they are wearing off their face. Two angry and confused blue eyes stare back at her.

“Santana, what the hell?”

“Oh my god Britt I’m so sorry.” Shocked, Santana clasps two hands over her mouth.

Brittany, her self-acclaimed bodyguard and partner in crime, is standing in front of her. Blood seeps from her nose and between her fingers down her chin, dripping on her sky blue tunic. It will suck to wash the blood out later.

“What did I tell you? If something happens. You find me and we take the back exit.” Brittany’s tone is razor sharp despite her the slightly nasal tone from pinching her nose. It cuts through Santana’s heartstrings. Never before has her friend ever been this angry with her, and Santana has gotten entangled in big messes.

Santana nods quietly. Even her mother’s tyrannical scolding has never hurt as much as this. She grabs Brittany’s clean, outstretched hand and lets herself be lead outside. Whether Brittany has threatened the bartender or has found a way to pull some strings Santana does not know. Regardless, they exit through a hatch in the basement through which the beer barrels are transported.

The side street is quiet. There is a light drizzle but Santana refuses to wear the cloak Brittany offers her. She tells herself it is because Brittany will need it later on, as she will face the elements face first as they ride back home on their horse, not because she feels ashamed therefore refusing any comfort.

Brittany holds her close as they walk to the stable. The bleeding has stopped, but she sports a dark red moustache on her upper lip. More smears of blood cover her chin, cheeks and hand. Santana’s ears are buzzing and the ground sways like the sea. She hopes she will not have to puke later the evening, or worse, wake up in the middle of the night and having to find a tub to puke in. Besides her obvious drunk ailment, she is aware of her exhaustion. She just wants to cling to Brittany as she rides, maybe cry a little, and lay in bed.

They do not share a single word until they reach the stable. By that time, her intensely beating heart as calmed down, and the rush and fear from the last few moments in the tavern feel like a dream. In spite of that, Santana still knows it really happened. With every step she takes, she is reminded through a growing bruise on her ass. She sighs as Brittany pulls her pockets inside out for a pair of keys.

“I’m sorry.” Punching Brittany square in the face is not something she ever thought she would do. The shame and hurt inside her do not subside. On the contrary, they keep growing. Santana knows she did something very, very wrong.

Brittany sticks the key in the lock and pushes open the heavy stable door. “I should be sorry. For stealing these keys of the stableboy. He probably got into a lot of trouble for losing these.” Brittany jingles the keys. She grabs a burning oil lamp that hangs on a nearby hook and turns it up, leading them to Fleetwood.

The gelding is chewing his hay loudly. Being the glutton he is, he attempts to take a couple last bites as Brittany pulls him from the stable. Santana watches with her arms crossed as Brittany tightens the girth. She is swaying lightly on her feet, too intoxicated to stand still. They left Fleetwood in his tack with the knowledge they would be back within a couple hours and wanting to leave as soon as possible - maybe even fleeing from a scene.

“After you, my lady.” Brittany bows elegantly as she lets Santana get on first.

A bit unstable, Santana climbs on the back of the tall, grey dappled horse. She has climbed on many a steed with a dress, but alcohol is a consistent humbler and makes even the greats question their skill if they consume enough. Once she sits secure with both her legs on one side Brittany leads the horse outside by the reins and locks the stable again. She then pushes the keys through a gap between two planks of the door.

It is as if they were never there.

Santana is staring at the stars when she feels the saddle underneath her shake. Brittany climbs on behind her. She watches as Brittany makes her red dress disappear by pulling the dark cloak over her legs, protecting her from the cold of the night. A warm hand splays over her stomach, pressing her into the squire’s body. Unconsciously, Santana chooses to believe Brittany wants to feel her close, and that it’s not an act to keep her from slipping off the horse’s back.

With the slightest pressure of Brittany’s feet, Fleetwood takes off in the direction of the castle. His heavy hooves echo through the narrow city streets, a nuisance to anyone who is not vast asleep. Santana cannot muster up enough energy to care, both her body and mind exhausted from drinking and dancing.

“I danced the whole night.” Santana mumbles as soon as they reach the edge of the city. Fleetwood steps sound muffled on the dirt. The words fall off her tongue with difficulty, the muscle too ungainly to pronounce words properly.

Brittany nudges her cheek with her nose. She hums. “That you did.”

“And, I made a friend.”

“You always make friends. You’re very charming.”

“Yeah but, she’s a real friend.” Santana turns to face Brittany, since she is sitting sideways on the horse she does not have to turn much. Nonetheless, the hand around her waist clings on tighter, making sure she does not fall off. “Like… We talked. We had a connection.”

“Sounds amazing.” Brittany deadpans, her focus on the dark trail ahead as she encourages Fleetwood to counter.

“You don’t have to hold on so tight.” The grip of the hand on her hip is bordering on painful. “I’m drunk. Not dumb. I can sit on a horse.” The grip slackens, albeit a little bit.

By the time they reach the castle, Santana is sure she is not imagining the tension between her and her best friend. Normally, Brittany would guide Fleetwood in an easy canter once they leave town until they reach the open field. From there, they would watch the lights on the castle walls grow bigger, Fleetwood walking at his own pace.

Brittany would reminisce about funny figures she saw at the bar or how she won the rigged game of dice. Santana would giggle, perhaps even laugh vehemently in that way only Brittany can make her laugh. She would ask how she did it, how does one cheat the cheater. Brittany would stay silent, and smile a smug smile that makes Santana melt like cream on a warm cake. In those moments, with her head nestled underneath Brittany’s chin as she listens and the light of the stars guiding them home, Santana feels normal.

Any sane person would argue it is extremely dangerous, two girls on a horse in the middle of an open field at night. Raiders or anyone who is uncivilised enough to attack random people could easily sneak up on them and overpower them. Perhaps it is exactly that, the fear of being raided, something any peasant on a trip fears, is what makes her feel normal. Between the castle walls, there is always one pair of eyes on her at least. Where the most vile thing that can happen is someone dropping her new gown on the floor. There, the things she fears most being Miss Corcoran’s lectures about taxes or her father finding out about her nightly escapades, which don’t seem so bad when compared to being held at knifepoint in the dark.

Besides the couple sentences they spoke at the beginning of the ride, they have not talked at all. Brittany forced Fleetwood to canter home without taking a rest, making no effort to enjoy the nighttime through laughs.

Santana feels like an intruder as she watches Brittany remove the tack and makes Fleetwood comfortable for the night. She lingers in the walkway between the stables and pretends to be busy with one of Fleetwood’s neighbours. When the horse retreats her head and there is nothing around Santana can distract herself with. She mumbles an apology.

“What?” Brittany sticks her head out of the stable she is in.

“I’m sorry.” Santana repeats, supressing her usual jeering. She never repeats an apology. She barely even apologises for things in the first place. So, if Brittany can simply accept her apology that angry feeling in the pit of her stomach will go away and they can both sleep soundly.

For a moment they just stare at each other. Brittany’s face is blank, but Santana knows she is thinking. She can tell by the way Brittany keeps tapping the handle of the bucket she is holding with her index finger. She is bothered.

Brittany sighs deeply, closing her eyes for a moment. “It’s okay. It just… hurts.” She flashes a forced smile.

They confronted the problem, talked about it, and Santana apologised. Perhaps not in that order, but it doesn’t matter. Things are a-okay again, starting now. There is totally no reason for tension anymore, Santana decides.

“Yeah.” Santana lets out a shaky breath. “Let me at least clean you up.”

As response she gets a smirk that blooms into a toothy grin. And now Santana knows things truly are okay again.

Quietly Brittany shuts the door that leads to the kitchen. Santana lights up a discarded oil lamp and searches for some rags in drawers. Which, despite the light of the lamp, is hindered by darkness. She grabs the empty air next to a handle on multiple occasions. Once she finds a clean rag, she dips the cloth in a vat of water that stands off to the side and walks back over to Brittany who perched herself on the table. Next to Brittany is a tray covered by clean cloths, the surface of which billowed by the pastries underneath.

“Do you really think they’ll miss one or two?”

“Mercedes worked really hard on them. They’re for the feast tomorrow.” Santana puts the oil lamp on the table and brings up the damp cloth to brush of the dried blood. “Or tonight, I guess.”

“Another one of those stupid dinner parties? Didn’t you have one a couple days ago?” Brittany scrunches her face. The cold cloth uncomfortable against her skin.

“I did.” Santana responds factually. “My parents are inviting all the princes from neighbouring kingdoms and hope I like one. That way no more stupid knights die from Sapphian. Apparently she already has 110 documented deaths since she first appeared, not counting the peasants she kills when she raids the nearby towns. Half of those deaths are our own knights.”

“Never come between a dragon and her treasure.” Brittany says solemnly, then grins.

“You’re so weird.” Santana scoffs, feigning annoyance.

Brittany wraps her legs around Santana’s waist and pulls her close, locking her feet together at the ankles. “You love it.” She teases.

Santana hums in agreement. She ignores whatever Brittany is doing with her hair. She assumes the squire is braiding the strand of hair, judging by the repetitive tugging on the left side of her forehead. When she deems Brittany clean, she grabs a dry part of the rag and wipes off the damp skin.

Brittany pulls a face of disgust and lifts her head backwards, away from the dusty cloth, and wipes her lips with the back of her hand. “It’s good. You know I hate that.”

“You prefer staying wet?”

Instantly, she regrets her word choice. Brittany bursts out laughing. Santana punches her lightly in the stomach, directly in a patch of dried blood. She wipes her knuckles clean, an annoyed frown on her face.

“The gods punish immediately.” Brittany smirks. She sits back, leaning on her elbows. She has this smug twinkle in her eyes that messes with Santana’s head. She hates it, and Brittany is very much aware of that. The legs around her hips tense up, squeezing slightly in a teasing manner.

Brittany stares at her for a while. The light of the lamp reflects in the corner of her eyes and highlights a few loose strands of hair. This observation jogs Santana’s memory. She looks down to see a tiny, messily braided tuft of hair. She picks it up to get a closer look.

“You know Tina is going to brush it out in the morning, right?”

Brittany shrugs. “’s our little secret.”

For a few seconds Santana simply stares at her. “I am way too drunk for riddles right now.”

“I meant,” Brittany sits up and reaches over towards the tray of pastries and grabs two, “that only we know who ate these.” She bites into her enthusiastically, spilling crumbs all over the table and her lap. She presses the other one to Santana’s lips, waiting for her to bite it.

Santana gives her one of her ‘are you serious’ stares but bites when Brittany keeps pressing. She moans obscenely when the flavours of the icing and the berry filling blend in her mouth. She stuffs the rest of the pastry in her mouth.

“These are so good.”

“Told you we should try them.”

Santana rolls her eyes. Not knowing what to do with her hands, she plants them on Brittany’s warm thighs. “You always want a bite of everything when there is food available. You’re always hungry.”

“Yeah, but these are Mercedes’ pastries, so they make me like, extra hungry.” Brittany waggles her eyebrows.

“Weirdo.” Santana says through a yawn. She wants to touch the tip of Brittany’s nose lovingly but instead presses her finger into the cheek beside it. She frowns, annoyed with her own failure to perform a simple task. Brittany watches her for a moment, then jerks into action.

“Let’s get you to bed, my lady.” She says solemnly. Her feet untangle and drop to the side, finally freeing Santana from her leg trap.

As they sneak to Santana’s room, Santana anticipates getting her cuddle on; The only thing that will help her survive the tedious dinner tomorrow.

#wips #long live #beach hotel #my writing #glee #santana lopez #brittany pierce #brittana #glee fanfiction #fanfiction #fiction #victorian fiction #brittana fanfiction #brittana fic

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applecorething · 10 months ago

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it's gonna be so sub zero tomorrow morning. gonna be crazy cold. -9C. that's cold babey

I fed a crow today v close up. he was ringed so i guess he's prob not as scared of humans but still it was nice to hang out very near a crow for a while.

i had a crazy week or so just there. after all the silence of christmas jumped right in to hosting across friday to wednesday, and new job is really full on and demands more of me at the edges of my ability. it will get easier as i learn the ropes but it's intimidating to need to make the plan for this new programme but still be figuring out what's my responsibility, what depth of detail i need to go into for everything, how i can use my skills best. i'm trying my best but it's more mental load than if i was given a clear but challenging task - i'm trying to figure out what the task is while i'm also trying to do it. i've to host a meeting on thursday for a group whose remit was decided before i started, but I have to write the document explaining that remit and no one seems to be able to explain it to me v well.

anyway i'll figure it out. i've been in this industry long enough to know that even well paid people in important positions are often winging it, and it's very allowed to ask a bunch of questions and figure out where you are and what you're supposed to be doing, or what would be most useful for u to do. i'm so sleepy tho

i've a gap in my journal which indicates to me that my brain has been full, and likely there are some gaps in some other parts of my life. food fell off a cliff a little bit, but i'm keeping my head above water with it. today i found myself scrolling loads on my phone which i haven't rly done since start of december when i got off all social media. sleep has been bad which is also an indicator than my brain is full, and that i'm fatigued. weird how being too tired to sleep is a thing for toddlers and also for me. probably should work on sleep hygiene. put my phone on the other side of the room so my alarm rly wakes me and i don't snooze for hours. go to bed early and read even and especially if i feel too tired to read. like girl if ur too tired to read then go to fuckin sleep.

i've not been takin any photos of myself recently, even tho i have been lookin stun. i don't rly know why but i'm noting it. i'm trying to mark my delights each day and share them, maybe i should take a photo of myself when i'm happy as well, to mark it. when i'm watching the sunset or smth. i do love a sunset. sky has been so pink these days. hopefully more in the snowy days to come.

that's all

#writing to myself

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rosalinewintrell · 1 year ago

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The Letter

You guys! It's Wednesday! I forgot what day it was! This isn't my favorite chapter, and I know it reflects in my writing, but I just couldn't figure out a way to cut it and make the next little arc make sense. There is a possibility I'll revise it in the future.

I hope you enjoy!

A few weeks later, Garreth and Rosaline were in potions together, though they sat at separate stations now. Things had remained comfortable between them, even if some of Garreth’s longing looks were more than simply friendly. He seemed to be keeping his word, about taking a step back, for now.

It saddened Rosaline a little. She had truly enjoyed Garreth’s company and his easy manner, but it seemed like this distance was something he wanted, or needed, in order to prove something to himself, and far be it from Rosaline to try and stand in his way. They were still friends, of course, it was hard to stop being Garreth’s friend once you began after all, but she couldn’t say she didn’t miss the closeness they had shared for a little while.

And now, to make things even more complicated, she had received a letter from her grandfather regarding Garreth’s concerns over the stock at J. Pippins Potions it read:

Dear Rosaline,

Thank you for alerting me to the questionable quality of the School’s closest potions shop—J. Pippins you said? I recall the name, but I remember it being such a well-run shop I never thought to inspect it before deciding to move you to Hogwarts.

I sent a proxy to look over the place last week and they indeed reported that the quality and quantity of the shop’s inventory was quite lacking. It is of great importance that we remedy this as quickly��and cordially—as possible. That being said, I am planning on moving the Family to the Ainsworth Estate for the Christmas Holidays so we might all go and see about this issue ourselves.

Before we do so, however, I would like to meet the young man who alerted you to the issue. I believe you said his name was Garreth Weasley? They are a good family; I am not surprised one of their ilk discovered what was going on.

Please prepare your friend to meet with your grandmother and I over Christmas break, along with one of his parents. It wouldn’t do to interview the boy without some support after all. I will send another owl once I have more details regarding our travel.

With Love,

GrandPapa

The letter had arrived two days prior, another containing her Grandparents’ travel had just arrived that morning and now Rosaline had no reason to put off telling Garreth. She wasn’t worried about his reaction, but she also didn’t want to interrupt his own plans for the Christmas break. She agonized over what she would say to him the entire class, her eyes glancing towards him as he concentrated on his own notes. She was lucky they were taking theory notes today. She might’ve blown something up otherwise.

She was able to catch him before he left the room, stopping him with a quick tap to his shoulder. “Garreth, could I have a moment?”

“Of course, Rosaline,” the Gryffindor said brightly, “Anything for you. Walk with me?”

She explained things as best she could as they walked, trying to stay quiet as they walked through the halls. She wasn’t discussing anything remotely secretive, but she still didn’t want people to know about her business. She was a private person by nature, and that was only compounded by her family’s political fame. “They’d like to speak with you and one of your parents around Christmas, if they could. If it won’t interrupt your holiday, of course.”

Garreth shook his head with his normal nonchalance despite the news, simply shrugging and looking down at her with a smile. “I’ll send a letter to my parents tonight, but it shouldn’t be an issue. I stay here Christmas usually anyway.”

“And…your parents won’t mind travelling?” Rosaline inquired. She really was concerned about upsetting Garreth or his family.

“Nah, especially if only one needs to make the trip. My Pops will probably come so Ma can stay with Emmeline—my sister.”

“You…really aren’t upset by this? At all?” She asked.

Garreth shook his head and shrugged. “What’s there to be upset about? If anything, I am absolutely ecstatic! I mean, your grandfather is a legendary Potioneer. I’m lucky to breath the same air as him, let alone speak to him personally.”

Rosaline chuckled and shook her head. She knew that Garreth looked up to grandfather, it wasn’t a surprise given the boy’s own passion towards the subject, and, in a way, that made the boy’s idolization of her grandfather less irritating. Most people admired him for his political status, Garreth admired him for his skill and ability. It certainly made their conversations about him more interesting.

“I hope he lives up to the legend.”

Garreth scoffed and stopped in front of the entrance to his next class. “If he’s anything like you, I know he will.”

And here they were again, in one of those moments where Garreth gazed down at her, such longing and affection shining in his eyes, smile wide and soft as he regarded her.

“Well,” Rosaline said, glancing over Garreth’s shoulder to see the room behind him filling with more students. “I suppose this is where I leave you.” She smiled softly.

“Oh, right,” Garreth said, shoulders drooping just a little. “I’ll catch you later, Rosaline!” He recovered quickly and his smile brightened as he turned with a wave.

“Bye,” Rosaline whispered, hand raised in farewell.

#garreth weasley #hogwarts au #hogwarts legacy #garreth weasley x mc #garreth x mc #garreth x you #garreth x reader

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missvelvetsstuff · 2 years ago

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Low Expectations

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Reader is low on self esteem when she meets Bucky. Can he convince her that she's the one he wants?

Chapter 2

Warnings: swearing, mostly fluff with a little angst

When he hadn't contacted her for 2 days Y/N officially gave up. It was nice for a minute but her experience told her that guys who looked like James didn't have relationships with girls like her. She hadn't seen Terri all weekend so she was spared the questioning but it didn't make her feel any better. After drinking way too much on Sunday afternoon she slept fitfully and showed up at work hungover, never removing her sunglasses until she returned home that night. When Sheila tried to ask about her data, Y/N just shook her head and Sheila let it go.

When she saw Terri, her friend didn't even need to ask, she knew by the look on her face and hugged her.

Y/N pulled away "It's fine, nothing that hasn't happened a hundred times before. I don't really want to talk about it" and poured a glass of wine to take to her room. "I'm really tired. I'm going to take a bath and crash."

Terri nodded, worried about her friend but unsure of how to help without making things worse. Calling Sam to bitch him out about his friend came to mind but it went straight to voicemail.

On Wednesday Bucky finally had a minute to breathe and was in a place where he had a signal so tried to call Y/N but kept getting her voicemail. He texted her, frustrated but figuring she was at work only sent one and tried to relax while he could.

Y/N overslept on Wed and forgot to grab her phone so was antsy all day at work. The office was chaotic because some big executive that was just hired wanted to tour the offices and look for ways to cut costs. That usually meant layoffs so everyone was in a tizzy trying to look perfect.

When she got home her phone was dead since she had forgotten to plug it in so she had to charge it while she made dinner. When she sat down to eat she grabbed her phone to see what she missed. She was shocked to see a bunch of missed calls one voicemail and one text from James. He apologized profusely and at great length, explained he was called away for an emergency and without a signal most of the time. She tried to call him but it wouldn't go through so sent a text and laid down to read while she waited to hear from him again. She fell asleep without hearing from him.

After 2 days of playing phone tag Bucky was relieved when he was finally able to get through to speak with her. He apologized some more, she was skeptical but agreed to give him a second chance with a warning that it would be the last one. They scheduled a date for the coming Tuesday for dinner at the same diner and he promised up and down that he would be there and explain everything.

Y/N got a text from James on Tuesday morning confirming their date and had to talk herself down from getting too excited. As Terri helped her with her make up she warned her "He better not flake again or I'll kick his ass. I don't care who his friends are" which made Y/N laugh.

Her boss was being a tool again, everyone had to document their typical work day and basically prove to the new management that they were worth keeping on and lower management was stressed and stretched thin. She ran late again but was happy to find him waiting for her this time. With flowers in his hand. She felt her stomach flutter.

"James! I'm so sorry I'm late. My supervisor was being a pill all day and wanted to talk to me which made me miss my train. I hope you can forgive me" she fluttered her eyes at him while sporting a cheesy grin.

James laughed softly "I'm pretty sure that bosses being difficult is an acceptable excuse for tardiness in the book of dating rules but don't let it happen again. Besides you look beautiful and I'm not sure I could stay upset with you if I tried."

Y/N noticed his eyes sparkle when he smiled and got lost for a minute when she realized he was trying to get her attention. "Wait, what?"

He couldn't stop smiling "Where did you go?"

She felt her face heat up and hoped he couldn't tell "You have such pretty eyes" she blurted out before she could stop herself. She covered her mouth, mortified "Sorry, just a little striking. I couldn't see them when we met."

He blushed at the compliment "Thank you but You don't need to apologize for complimenting me, doll. My eyes don't hold a candle to yours. You're even prettier than I remember. Why don't we go inside?"

A waitress approached them, looked Bucky up and down then looked surprised when she saw Y/N was with him "Hey Y/N, who's your handsome friend?"

"Hey Cindy, this is James. James, this is Cindy."

Cindy put on her best flirtatious smile "Hi James"

Bucky smiled and nodded "Cindy, nice to meet you" then turned to Y/N which made Cindy huff out in annoyance.

Once they were seated and looking at the menu Y/N spoke up "So how does a guy named James get Bucky for a nickname? Braces? Bucked off of a horse?"

He laughed softly "My middle name is Buchanan and there were too many James' on my block growing up."

She laughed with him. "I guess it's not too bad, I've heard worse nicknames but I like James better"

Bucky blushed and felt butterflies in his stomach at the way she said James. "When I was a kid only my ma ever called me James but I'll give you a special dispensation" and smiled

Y/N felt her insides turning around and a tingle in her core when he smiled at her. This man is beautiful she thought to herself. And the way his nose crinkled when he laughed! All the more reason to keep her hopes in control. She had a ton of male friends, 'You're such a great girl with the best personality but I just don't see you that way. More like a little sister' Guys act like they're the only ones trapped in the friend zone. No way would someone this sweet and funny and good looking want her.

Once their food had been delivered Y/N noticed that Bucky seemed to tense up "Are you ok, James? Is the burger bad?"

He shook his head "No, the food is great. I'm just a uh a little bit nervous that you'll never want to see me again when I explain why I wasn't there for our date."

"Unless you were with your wife or consulting with Nazis or just playing games with me I can probably find a way to forgive you." She tried to reassure him.

Bucky smiled "I really hope so." He cleared his throat "Do you remember the night we met? Your friend was sitting on my friend Sam's lap? Yeah, he's Sam Wilson, Captain America. I was helping him on a mission overseas that I can't get into details about but Sam can verify it.

I'm James "Bucky" Barnes the Winter Soldier. Well that's what I was called but I didn't have a choice and when I was in Wakanda they nicknamed me the White Wolf which I like a lot better but no one knows who that is I hope you don't hate me and still want to be friends." He rambled out quickly.

Friends, of course she thought but tried not to let her disappointment show, she sighed "I don't hate you. Already knew who you were the night we met. The stuff I read said you were rehabilitated so I didn't really think much about it. I didn't know you were doing avenging with Sam."

"Technically it's not Avengers business but it is with the US government. I don't really care about all that I just want to back my friend up and maybe make up for some of my past." He explained

Y/N looked thoughtful for a minute "I suppose backing up Captain America is a tolerable excuse for missing a date. I might have to assign some penance but once that's completed I'll probably forgive you" she teased

Bucky grinned "As long as this penance involves spending time with you I'm in. I need all the time I can get to bask in your beauty"

Y/N felt her face heat up, the things this man did to her. "You don't have to say stuff like that. It's sweet of you but I know it's not true"

Bucky shook his head "I won't ever lie to you and you absolutely are beautiful. Who made you think otherwise?"

She looked down "You don't want to hear about all of my broken hearts."

"Doll, look at me." He waited until she looked in his eyes "I wouldn't ask if I didn't want to know. I just want to make sure I know who to hurt." He smirked at her.

"My ex and his friends always told me. He said 'you're not pretty. You're not ugly, just plain looking.' I can't remember if that was before or after he told me he wanted to marry me but I needed to lose weight first." She told him sadly

Bucky looked angry "What a complete piece of shit. Sweetheart, you are beautiful just like you are. That guy sounds like an idiot.

Your face and body are breathtaking." His voice dropped "I'm fighting myself to keep from touching and tasting every inch of you."

She felt her heart speed up and moisture pooling in her panties, her throat suddenly too dry to respond.

"Fair warning doll, I have enhanced senses and I can hear your heart racing and can smell. You."

She looked confused "What do you mean smell me?"

Bucky raised his eyebrows and looked towards her lap.

Y/N felt her face heat up, she was beyond flustered "I uh, well uh you and oh I-"

Bucky took one of her hands in his "I'm sorry doll, I didn't mean to embarrass you. Just wanted to be totally honest with you. Besides, you smell delicious."

She shook her head "You're not playing games with me are you? I'm really not up for games. You sounded pretty set on the friends thing so it's kinda confusing."

Bucky kissed her hand "I don't play games doll. My ma raised me better. I don't know how to make you believe that I really like you, way more than friends but I will figure it out."

She offered him a small smile "I look forward to your efforts to woo me. It's been a long time since anyone has tried."

He smiled at her "I've met so many girls like your friend Terri and I'm sure she's a wonderful person but I'd rather have someone a little more real. Someone that sees me and not a soldier or Avenger.

Did you know there are hero groupies that just want to sleep with me because I'm an Avenger even though I'm not one officially, just so they can brag about it. Sam doesn't mind it so much but the whole idea makes me feel kinda gross. Then there are the others who judge me for my past and fear me."

She nodded sadly "I didn't know but it certainly doesn't surprise me.

Is that why you wear gloves? You don't need to around me. In fact I'd love to see your prosthetic. It's very sci fi."

Bucky smiled and she felt her core clenching. If he really was sincere she would have to really work to keep herself from jumping him, so figured it's better to wait and be sure he meant it.

"I'd be happy to show you but maybe somewhere a little more private." He looked at their food to see she was done too. "Are you ready to go? I can give you a ride home if you don't mind motorcycles."

She grinned "If you have a helmet for me I'm down. My ex had a bike so I'm a pro at riding on a bike. Never got very good at driving one."

Bucky let some bills on the table then stood up and offered her his hand. "Maybe if you're nice to me I'll let you practice on my bike."

She took his hand "I'm always nice as long as you deserve it."

"I will try to always deserve your kindness." He told her as he pulled her up, never letting go of her hand.

They walked outside and he gave her his helmet and helped her put it on. "What about you, James? You need a helmet too."

He smirked "Don't worry doll, I'm a fast healer but have ridden long enough to know how to stay out of trouble."

He mounted his bike and she climbed on behind him, putting her arms around his waist.

They took a short ride back to her building. He helped her off the bike and she took the helmet off and returned it to him.

"Thank you for dinner, James. I had a good time."

"Yeah, me too. When can I see you again? Are you busy Friday night?"

Y/N smiled at him. "No, I don't go out much except when Terri convinces me to go to clubs with her."

"I'll call you tomorrow and we can make plans."

He grabbed her hands and pulled her closer for a hug and soft kiss on her cheek. He just stared at her for a minute before pulling away.

"G'nite doll"

"Nite James."

Y/N ran up to her room and fell on the bed half ecstatic that he wanted to see her again but half disappointed that he only gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek. She couldn't figure out what he wanted from her but decided to stay positive about the whole thing while trying not to get her hopes up. That anxious thrill you get when you first start getting to know someone was a blessing and a curse. Excited and scared, in equal measure, of what comes next.

Bucky rode home feeling the same kind of emotions and hoping he didn't end up disappointed.

Chapter 3

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes #james bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #low expectations

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shlutnutt · 3 years ago

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From The Other Side

sum; after being kept away in a jail facility for your job as a cop, you're only allowed visitors a couple of minutes later in the day to avoid any distractions. So of course you made sure your husband was well aware of the circumstances it took to even get to touch you through the gate that seperated the two of you

w; dom reader x sub colin, public sex, public fingering, public handjob,

im back to writing! just been losing motivation a bit, but i'll work on that. enjoy!

Time ticked slower than what you'd expected it to in the huge building that held you captive for nearly the twelve hours a day, the inability of spending your days alongside Colin making your heart sink to the deepest bottom of your chest. Just the thought of him going to work and returning to an empty house made you feel ways you wouldn't be able to explain to absolutely anyone. So with that you made your way to make a quick call to your beloved, asking for meet up just right by the main fence, of course adding in the fact that he'd have to be extra secretive and cautious with the other guards, knowing that visitors weren't allowed so early in the morning.

"psst! here!" you whisper-yelled at Colin who was visibly standing in the middle of the parking lot, looking more lost than an abandoned puppy. Looking cold with the company of wide happy eyes, from being able to see you just right before work, you couldn't help but to fall in love with him all over again, the way his soft skin glistened with the sunrise of that five in the morning 'wake up call' rays, the huge black coat that comfortablely sat on the upper half of his form, and of course his beautiful dark eyes, all combined up to making more than a pleasant view.

"Well, hello beautiful." greeted you Zable, his soft vanilla coffee breath reminding you how much you desired to be with him the twenty-four hours a day.

"hey precious, how ya feeling?" you replied, kindly looping your cold pointer finger around the chain link of the black fence, adoring the familiar presence you stood infront of.

Although the fence prevented you two from even giving eachother the minimum hug, you maintained to fit a few more fingers into the fence, pulling Colin in closer from his coat, him gasping slightly to the unpredicted movement.

"well, fuck!" you felt him hum under his breath from the feeling of your fingers still attached to his coat and his face practically being up pressed against the fence. Though Ignoring his reaction you soon began to fill him up with nothing but sweet wet kisses all over his face, earning adorable little giggles from the man. Appreciating this, you soon continued by pullling him in by his detective badge, which accomodated nicely in one of his front belt loops, his eyes widening even more to the place of touch.

"what's wrong gorgeous?" you teased a bit, needing him more than you'd ever imagined.

"i-in public? it's kinda cold.." hesitated Zable in return, using the weather as an excuse from his fear of putting his job at risk if caught doing something unacceptable for the 'community'.

"you're afraid, isn't that right?" you replied to his mental worry, allowing your bottom lip to slip in between your teeth in ease.

"mhmm.." he was quick to response, returning the same evil look you gave him, only that his was filled with a mixture of need in them.

"i'll make the fear go away, puppy." you pronounced just right before attaching your lips onto his through one of the wider fence holes that distanced just right across your nose.

Zable was more than quick to kiss back, his cold lips following the trail of your warm ones in sync, your fingers still looped in between the thickness of his coat. With him balancing the coldness of the weather and the sexual frustration he's been dealing with, he suddenly popped your pants' button and unzipped the thin zipper. You only groaned to his sudden hyperactivity and reached down to massage his bulge through his suited pants.

"think you can be quiet for me?" you questioned, sloppily licking from his neck up to his ear.

"mmhm.. yes." he returned.

"alright precious." you finalized before widening one of the chain holes just a bit, sneaking your other hand in and unzipping his pants in return.

"ahh.." you felt Zable moan under his breath from the cold touch of your fingertips onto the inside of his briefs. Although nothing couldn't possibly explain how much you adored when Colin fully submitted to you, you couldn't help but to feel the satisfaction of him making an attempt to dominate you. Of course just so you can have an excuse to punish him. So with that thought you grabbed his right hand and placed it on your wetness, him allowing you to take control as he's always been used to. And since he wasn't too used to fingering since he'd go straight into fucking you or eating you out, you knew exactly what to task him.

"Go on pup, finger me."

"fi-.. w-what?"

"you heard me."

"but im not good at that.."

"you'll be fine, now just put your fingers in me."

Colin, although extremely nervous to near even hurt you, followed your every order.

"Very good, a little deeper now, okay?

"mhmm. okay~"

He only managing to enter his middle finger passed your folds, delicately pushing deeper and deeper into your core, you couldn't help but to struggle to keep in the heavy grunts that begged for its release. Him whimpering to himself to the few heavy breaths you let out to his touch.

"You're doing jus- just fine.. go on pup.. continue.."

"Like this, momma?"

"Just like that.." you returned. Falling into the angelic feeling Colin had gifted you with. He worked his magic like a full on professional, entering in and out of your wetness gracefully and delicately. Your climax not being too far away, you only kept struggling to keep your balance as you held onto the fence for support.

"a-am I making you feel good?"

"shh, baby.. you're doing so good for me, don't.. stop."

Colin only listened to you carefully and acknowledged every single word that fell out of your lips, his eyes not detaching themselves from your own which faught back to remain opened and his other hand harshly massaging onto himself.

"..y-you can slip.. in.. another finger, angel." you moaned out, feeling the tremble of your legs intensity to another finger making its way inside your core, repeating the same movements as the other finger that was previously placed inside you.

"..fuckkk~.. im close Colin.. don't stop please." you begged, quickly letting your shaky hand make its way to the thick boner he massaged continuously.

"..im c-close too..momma.." whined out Colin now, allowing for your hand to please him as his pleased you, both speeding up the pace to eachother's climax in that cold wednesday morning.

Reconnecting your mouth to his now, both of your tongues sloppily exploring eachother's mouth, you found it inevitable to contain in your release any longer.

"come for me." you were quick to intruct, Colin being even quicker to follow your requests by permitting himself to cum all over your hand, the warm sticky liquid dampening his suited pants in no time.

"..can you c-come for.. me too?.." requested back Zable, in nothing but heavy needy breaths, in which you accept to since he's been nothing but too good to you. Now authorizing your shaken self to squirt all over his fingers, you found yourself grow weaker to your legs, your beloved rapidly dragging his fingers up to his mouth to suckle them hungrily, to repeating this over and over again till you were fully cleaned up.

"..i want more, y/n. i promise I'll be good."

"fuck me then."

Just right before you positioned yourself for what you both hoped came next, you heard a loud chattering from where it seemed to be from the 4th to 6th floors. You rapidly looked up and it turned out that the inmates been witnessing the live porno you and Colin have been giving them for free, some smacking their dicks onto the secured windows, others jacking themselves off and others simply yelling out shenanigans.

"go on babe, show them how good you make me feel." you insisted, observing the wide smirk which formed on Colin's lips, him widening yet another chain link hole and positioning himself for yet another round of messiness, whilst he fucked you animalistically flipping the crowd off.

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ming-yu-hao · 4 years ago

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Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder | Chapter 1

Pairing: fratboy!mingyu x female reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Synopsis: When you transferred to a different university, you and Wonwoo promised that you would make long distance work. But distance proves to be more difficult than you both originally thought.

This Chapter’s Tags: some angst ig, light cheating? (not really lol), mingyu is just flirty, female masturbation, mentions of alcohol and weed

Warning: THIS SERIES IS ABOUT CHEATING. DO NOT READ IF IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!

A/N: it’s gonna get spicy soon just trust me ;)

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30 minutes. That's how long you had spent anxiously perched in front of your computer, waiting for the familiar ring of the video call to echo through the speakers. You cycled between scrolling through social media, checking your reflection in the camera, and debating on whether or not to text Wonwoo. You understood that he was busy; it wasn't unusual for either of you to call a few minutes later than you had originally planned. But Wonwoo had never left you hanging for this long without an explanation. Normally, your mind would begin to fixate on the worst case scenario, but Wonwoo had already cancelled on you the past two weeks because he was busy working.

The loud vibration of your phone against your desk drew you out of your thoughts, and you hurriedly picked it up and saw Wonwoo's name glowing across the screen. "Hello?" You answered quickly.

"Hey," Wonwoo's deep voice sounded through the phone. "You're gonna hate me," He chuckled.

"I could never," You replied. You already knew the next words that were going to come out of his mouth.

"I can't FaceTime tonight." He explained. Even though you saw it coming, you couldn't help the feeling of disappointment that weighed heavy on your chest.

Your eyes met with the reflection displayed on the laptop screen. It taunted you, reminding you that Wonwoo's face wouldn't be there to replace it once again. "Well, I would be a lot happier right now if you told me that half an hour ago," You laughed bitterly. Running a hand through your hair, you quietly sighed.

"I know. I'm sorry." Wonwoo apologized. His voice was laced with genuine sorrow; you could clearly picture the frown that lined his lips right now. He added after a moment of silence, "I don't wanna keep doing this to you, so I think we should change our date day. I've been working more Fridays lately."

You nodded despite him not being able to see you and hummed in agreement. "What day then?" You asked.

"I'm not sure yet. I still have to figure out my schedule. Just text me what works for you and I'll let you know soon, okay?" He sighed.

"Oh, okay... yeah." Your lips drew into a tighter line with each word he spoke.

"Okay, I have to get to get back to work right now. I'm sorry again." He continued quickly. "I love you."

"I love you too."

The three tones signaled the end of the call, and slowly you pulled the phone away from your ear. Your tired reflection stared back at you. Finally, you shut the computer for the third Friday in a row.

The remainder of the weekend passed and you had barely heard anything from Wonwoo except for the usual good morning and goodnight texts. By the time Wednesday came around, the both of you finally agreed that Saturday could be your new set day for FaceTime dates. You powered through the rest of the week, and on Saturday you excitedly set aside all the work from your classes and waited patiently for Wonwoo to call.

You really missed him. It'd been just over two months now since you last saw him in person, when you moved into your dorm at a university three hours away from the one where you and Wonwoo met. He stayed behind while you transferred to a college with a renowned journalism program. At first, you were hesitant to leave him, but Wonwoo refused to let you give up such a great opportunity just to stay close to him. That was what you loved about him: he wanted to see you be happy and successful.

Situating yourself comfortably on the bed, you pulled up some random Netflix series to entertain yourself while waiting for Wonwoo. You only half paid attention, glancing between the computer screen and your Instagram feed on your phone. Time crawled, and slowly you sunk deeper into the softness of the mattress below.

Cold, small hands shook you awake. You rubbed your eyes and sat up, disoriented. The series you were watching was still playing quietly. Your roommate, Jisoo, stood next to your bed with her arms crossed over her chest. She stared at you with a raised eyebrow. "You're passed out by 7 on a Saturday night?" A teasing smile was displayed across her face as she shut your laptop.

You suddenly realized that it was an hour past the time that Wonwoo had promised to FaceTime you. Your heart sunk in your chest as you thought about how you probably missed his call without an explanation. You picked up your phone, but quickly noticed the notification for a missed phone call from him, followed by a text that said: I'm so sorry, something came up I promise I'll call you tomorrow.

Jisoo surveyed you for a moment; a more serious expression began to cross her features. She sat down at the bottom of your bed. "Did something happen?"

You rolled your eyes and looked down at your hands. "Wonwoo cancelled on me again," You sighed, "But I shouldn't be mad at him for it. It's not his fault he's busy."

Jisoo tsked and patted your leg through the sheets. "Of course you can be upset! How many times has it been now?"

"This entire month. And he always cancels super late."

She scoffed, "See! That's shitty. If this was the first time it wouldn't have been a big deal. But four times?" She stood up quickly and opened up her wardrobe. "If he wants long distance to work, he needs to have better communication."

"Yeah, I guess." You replied. Jisoo held a black top up to her figure, observing herself in the mirror. "Where are you going?" You inquired.

"A party at the SVT frat. You know any of them?" She explained while changing her outfit.

You had heard of the frat before, but you racked your brain for any of their names and couldn't remember one. "I don't think so."

Jisoo faced you again and smiled. "Well, let's go."

You chuckled, "No way."

She pouted. "Come on. You haven't gone out with me I'm so long. You're in college!" Jisoo begged. "Just this once. You'll have fun."

Jisoo had a point. You really had nothing else better to do besides sit around and mope over Wonwoo ditching you. You let out an exhasperated sigh of defeat, "Fine, I'll go."

"Yes! Go get all cute and dressed up." She cheered.

You emerged from your bed and strolled over to your own closet. "Alright, I'll be quick."

You and Jisoo walked into the party hand in hand. Immediately, the stench of weed and sweat overwhelmed you. Loud music vibrated through the walls of the house and clashed with the sounds of people cheering and yelling. An intense game of beer pong captured the attention of most people in the main room, but you could see a separate crowd gathered in the kitchen too.

"Who do you know here again?" You shouted over the music at Jisoo, not seeing a single person you recognized so far.

She leaned closer to you so you could hear. "Choi Seungcheol. I have a chemistry class with him." She scanned the room and suddenly perked up. "Oh, there he is!" She called his name and pulled you along with her towards him.

He stood against the wall with a red cup in his hand, talking with another tall boy. At the call of his name, he looked over at the two of you and smiled brightly. "Jisoo! I'm so happy you made it." He exclaimed while wrapping his arm around her lower back. Seungcheol watched you with kind eyes as you approached him. "And who is this?" He asked Jisoo.

"This is my roommate, Y/N. Y/N, this is Seungcheol." She introduced you both and you smiled and gave a small wave to the two boys.

The other boy flashed you a sweet smile that caused his eyes to form into crescents. "I'm Seokmin. I live here with Cheol." He explained.

All four of you continued to converse casually until Seungcheol pointed to you and Seokmin and said, "Hey, why don't you two go get some drinks? We'll wait here." You swore you saw a gleam of mischief in his eyes, and you quickly glanced at Jisoo to see if she noticed it too, but her expression remained neutral. This was exactly why you strayed away from parties. You wanted to avoid any encounters with flirty, drunk frat boys. But Jisoo, who was basically a mind reader, didn't react, so maybe you were just being overly paranoid.

You nodded and walked over to the kitchen, Seokmin following close behind, and watched as he began to mix some drinks together for the four of you. He let out a frustrated sigh as one of the bottles of liquor reached its end. Seokmin peeked over his shoulder and shouted, "Mingyu! Can you get me the other bottle of vodka?" You perked up at the familiar-sounding name, but couldn't remember where you had heard it before.

A moment later a presence approached you and Seokmin from behind and set the bottle down on the counter. "Now you have to make me one too," The deep voice joked. You turned around and immediately recognized the tall figure.

"Mingyu?" You called out in surprise.

His eyes dragged over and met yours. His face lit up instantly as he recognized you. "Y/N! What are you doing here?" Mingyu laughed.

Seokmin turned around and handed a cup to Mingyu with a raised eyebrow. "You guys know each other?" He questioned.

You grabbed your own cup and took a sip of the bittersweet mixture. "Yeah, we have a digital media class together." You said before smirking at Mingyu. "I didn't think you were the frat boy type."

Mingyu rested his right hand on the counter beside you, almost trapping you in between the wood and his body. "I guess I'm just full of surprises," He replied.

You felt your heart flutter in your chest at his flirty response. This was a whole new side of him that you had never seen before in class. Granted, he was most likely tipsy and maybe even a bit high, but in class he was usually polite and reserved. He cracked jokes with you sometimes, but you never expected him to be so bold. On top of that, he always had his hair styled back neatly. Now, his dark hair fell over his forehead in messy curls. His skin was sheathed in a light layer of sweat, and the muscles in his arms and chest were suddenly more prominent under his white tee in the dim light of the house. You had to admit, he was ridiculously attractive.

"I'm gonna go give this to Cheol and Jisoo," Seokmin interrupted before leaving the kitchen with both cups in his hands.

Silently, you started behind him and Mingyu walked with you. "So what are you doing here?" He asked again as the two of you rounded the corner and entered the living room.

"My roommate was invited and made me go with her," You told him. You continued to sip your drink, basking in the warm feeling that the alcohol left in your chest.

"Makes sense. I didn't expect you to be a party girl." He teased. His arm slowly snaked around your waist and squeezed your hip lightly. Your skin tingled beneath his touch but you didn't give him any physical reaction, opting to just ignore the grip he had on you.

Your jaw dropped in a fake gasp. "You think I'm boring or something?" You narrowed your eyes at him and he chuckled.

"I never said that," He responded with a smirk on his lips.

Seungcheol and Jisoo had migrated from the spot where they previously stood, so you scanned the crowded room for the long haired girl. Finally you noticed her sitting close to Seungcheol on the couch. You could see they were laughing about something and considering Seokmin wasn't hovering near them anymore either, you decided to leave them be.

Mingyu noticed where you were looking and raised his eyebrows at you when you turned back to look at him. "Well, I guess my roommate is busy," You rolled your eyes.

You had forgotten about Mingyu's hand on your waist until he squeezed it again. "Good thing you have me then," He bantered. Your skin flushed; you slightly leaned into his touch. It had been so long since you felt someone else's hands roam across your body. You missed the feeling.

Mingyu slowly pulled your body closer to his until your chest was centimeters away. You gulped and dragged your eyes up to meet his. He stared at you intensely, his other hand coming up to caress your cheek. Your breathing hitched as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip. "You're so pretty," He muttered. It felt like fire had lit up your entire body. Your nerves tingled and your brain felt fuzzy and you hated to admit it but you could feel arousal growing between your legs. Somehow Mingyu pulled you even closer than before and you felt his hard cock brush against your thigh through his jeans. His tongue darted out against his lips and he inched his face towards yours. "Can I kiss you?" He whispered just inches away from you lips.

Guilt imprisoned you as soon as he said those words. They reminded you of where you were, and what you were planning on doing. You closed your eyes and pulled yourself out of his grasp. "I have a boyfriend," You admitted briskly.

Mingyu stared at you in confusion. "What?"

Shame overtook you. Wonwoo had trusted you to remain loyal, and here you were at a frat party, leading on some poor boy from your class.

Mingyu lightly grabbed your wrist. "Hey, I'm sorry. I should've asked-" He started, but you quickly cut him off.

"No, I'm sorry. This is my fault." You apologized and pulled your wrist out of his grasp. You looked at him; he stared at you with a sorrowful gaze. The regret on your face was evident and he knew that he had helped in bringing this guilt upon you.

"I- I have to go do something," You added before turning around and darting towards the door. You didn't bother to turn around or look for Jisoo, you just needed to get out of there as fast as possible. Once you were outside, you inhaled a sharp breath and pulled out your phone to call for an Uber. You waited near the street, sending a text to Jisoo to let her know that you felt sick and went home while you waited.

Eventually the Uber pulled up and you hurriedly sat down and told the driver where to go. You breathed a sigh of relief as they finally pulled away from the frat.

The drive was short, but you spent every one of those few minutes replaying the night's events in your mind. Your flesh still tingled in the places where Mingyu had touched you. Guilt haunted you, but you attempted to lessen that burden by reasoning with yourself. You missed Wonwoo. A lot. You missed hearing his voice and seeing his face and of course feeling his touch against your skin. You hadn't been fucked in over two months now, so it was no wonder that any bit of physical affection would have such a strong effect on you. What mattered is that you stopped it before anything happened. You could live with that, you decided. All you had to do now was just clear up things with Mingyu next week, deal with any awkwardness between you two, and focus on Wonwoo.

When you arrived at your dorm, you quickly changed your clothes, cleansing yourself of the faint smell of weed and the remnants of Mingyu's touch. Not long after, exhaustion began to take over your body. You laid down on the bed, not even bothering to check your phone before closing your eyes and letting sleep overcome you.

You weren't sure what time you fell asleep, but you awoke some time later and glanced at the clock. 11:54 PM. You stretched your arms behind your head and yawned as you scanned the room. Jisoo was still gone. You closed your eyes again and tried to fall back asleep, but your mind began to race.

You could clearly picture Mingyu's lust-filled eyes staring down at you, his hands running over your waist and pulling you towards the heat of his body. The glow of his skin, the messy curls hanging over his forehead, the fullness of his lips as he asked in his husky voice if he could kiss you—the images and sensations swirled around in your thoughts.

In a half asleep daze, you rubbed your thighs together. Friction built between your legs. You groaned quietly as your mind revisited how you felt when Mingyu's hands were on your body. More arousal began to pool in your heat, your underwear clinging to your wetness.

Languidly, you ran your hand down your stomach and toyed with the hem of your underwear before slowly pulling the fabric down your legs. You imagined Mingyu's sharp eyes staring at you from between your thighs as you ran your fingers through your slick folds. Arousal coated your fingers and you began to rub your clit in slow circles. You pretended that Mingyu's thick fingers were the ones teasing your clit, making your legs jolt each time you pressed the right spot.

You moaned quietly and began to grope your own breast. You squeezed and flicked your nipple, causing a quiet gasp to fall from your lips. You pulled your hand away from your clit and slowly pushed two fingers into your dripping heat. "Mmh, Mingyu," You groaned under your breath. You imagined his deep voice saying the dirtiest things to you as he pumped and curled his fingers into your pussy.

You gasped as you hit a particular spot that made you arch your lower back. You continued pumping your fingers at a fast pace until the knot building in your lower stomach snapped. Your eyes rolled back and you let out a sharp whine as an intense feeling of euphoria washed over your body.

Your body relaxed against the sheets as your heart rate began to slow and exhaustion overtook you once again. You sighed contently and wrapped yourself in your blankets, allowing yourself to drift off to sleep.

You promised yourself that you would never do that again.

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wendystales · 3 years ago

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Memories - lrh (Chapter Eighteen)

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Chapter Seventeen ※ ※ ※ ※ ※ Chapter Nineteen

I remember the first time I really wanted to see New York. I must have been about 12 years old and was watching a random episode of Friends that was on TV. I saw those flashes of the city between one scene and another, and I thought it was amazing, the great stone jungle.

When I turned 16, my dad gifted me with a trip to New York, not because it was my favorite place in the world, but because it was on sale. There were 10 days where the only time I stopped to rest was bedtime. We went to almost every tourist spot, took thousands of photos and it was definitely one of the best trips I've ever been on.

Now, the city that I once wanted to know and live in, like the characters in Friends, felt like a prison. I wasn't there of my own free will or for a truly irrefutable proposal. I was there out of fear and passion, the most dangerous mixture.

I believe that at some point, a few months from now, I'm going to start loving New York, but right now, I can only feel contempt.

I pass through the arrivals gate, looking at those millions of unfamiliar faces, waiting for someone. I'm looking for a sign with my name or the logo of the Hastings Agency.

I find my name in the hands of a boy a little taller than me. Dark hair and fair skin, he needs sun. In an impeccable suit, but fumbling with his cell phone and notepad.

I approach slowly, able to hear his voice, replaying a million things. He said something about waiting for me to arrive and taking me to the hotel. Something about treating me kindly and not asking questions. I stop in front of him with a sympathetic smile, watching him widen his eyes and quickly turn off his cell phone.

“Miss McGonagall, welcome to New York.” he takes my hand, squeezing it and shaking it quickly. “I'm Edward. I will be responsible for your schedule.” I can't control the smile, noticing him nervousness. In other words, he was my Noah.

“Hi! Yeah, you can call me Marnie, that's fine. I prefer, actually.”

“Oh! Of course.” his cheeks turn pink. “Well, I'll drop you off at the hotel to rest and tomorrow at 8:00 am you should be at Valentino's studio for the rehearsal of the new bag collection. At 2:45 pm you should already be at Chanel's studio, they want to take your measurements and do some color and fabric tests for the fashion show at the end of the month. Then, at 5:00 pm, you will participate in the E! podcast, and I believe that after that you will be free for the rest of the day.” he passes it on to me as we head out of the airport.

“OK!” that's all I have to say.

“Sorry if I'm being nosy, but were you the one who required a lot of work for the next two months? I mean, you have a really busy schedule. If you don't want something, I can try to help.” he flips through the calendar while we wait for a car.

“No! It's OK. I was the one who asked. I was down for a while and I need to get back to work.” I give a slight smile, debating. "Hm, was the doctor I asked for by any chance be marked?"

“Yes! Wednesday at 3pm.” he smiles proudly, making me smile too. Edward seems like a nice guy.

We got into a silver car and went to the hotel. Along the way, Edward answers a few calls, closing in on his tasks. I seize the moment and close myself in my own world. I get my cell phone, turning it on and seeing that tsunami of people looking for me. Missed calls, messages, dm on twitter and instagram, everyone looking for me, but not him.

I lock my cell phone, trying to focus my mind on the new beginning I sought for myself. I admire the city through the car window, trying to find a piece of home there. I feel the phone vibrate in my lap with Kyleen's name, but I just decline the call. In seconds, the screen lights up again and several messages come in, I believe they are hers, but I don't even bother to look. I have no courage.

The car stops in front of the Intercontinental, and just like that, Edward jumps out of the car.

“Your loft, unfortunately, is not ready yet. So you're going to have to stay here for a few days.” he explains, heading towards the reception desk.

I stand behind him, taking in the details of the hotel. Before long, I'm entering a room on the 14th floor, with a beautiful view of the city. The bags are left in the small room before the bedroom.

I smile at my new “Noah” showing that everything is perfect.

“Good! I'll let you rest for tomorrow. Anything, these are my phones.” he gives me a card. "And you can call me at any time. I live near here, I will come in a few minutes.”

“Thank you so much, Edward. You are very kind." Again, your cheeks turn pink.

As he heads for the door, I start rummaging through my bags for pajamas.

“Hm, sorry if I'm not being professional right now, but since I believe we'll be working together in the next few months, I imagine a good relationship is essential, so you can call me Eddie.”

I open an even bigger smile, seeing that Eddie was willing to make a friendship, which is perhaps the thing I need most at the moment.

“Thanks, Eddie!” he smiles and this time he walks away, leaving me alone again.

I go back to looking for a more comfortable outfit, ignoring my cell phone blinking on the table as I muted it. I grab my clothes, heading to a shower and stay there for a long time, letting the water take everything.

When I get out of the shower, I pick up the bedroom phone, dialing my mother's number, I don't want to take the risk of answering any of my cell phone calls.

"Hello?" her lost tone makes me smile weakly.

“Hi Mom!”

“Hi, my love. How are you? Marnie, what's going on? Leah came here to say you left without saying goodbye. I called Luke, but he did not answer me and Noah said something about you being to move to New York, you told me it would be just a month.” I cover the phone, not wanting her to hear my cry, letting the tears fall. "Marnie?"

“I'm sorry, Mom.” I can't control my voice and pretend it's okay.

“Honey, what's going on? You can tell me. Mom will help you.” I realize she wants to cry too, and that hurts me more.

“I needed to do this, needed to get away from him.” the revelation comes out before I can see it.

"He who? Luke? Why? I thought everything was fine.” her desperate tone returns.

“I'm sorry I can't talk.” I close my throat, holding back tears. “I just want to let you know that I arrived well and that everything is fine.”

“Fine? Marnie, just look at your voice, your condition. I saw what you did to the apartment. Honey, things aren't fine.” now she was angry.

“Mom, please just trust me. I know what I'm doing.” Do I? I clear my throat, holding back the emotion. “I just wanted to call to say I got okay. Later we'll talk.” I hang up the phone before she asks anything else.

I head to the bathroom, drying my hair. I notice that yesterday's anger is still in me as I can't face my image in the mirror, refusing to look deep into my eyes.

With dry hair, I go back to my room, thinking about taking a nap, since I haven't slept all night and even less on the flight. I close my eyes, trying to focus my thoughts on something else. I think about that taxi I saw earlier, trying to park. Or people crossing the street without looking at the sign. At the cookie shop I want to see.

I manage to evade Luke's, my mother's, John's, and Noah's voices, giving myself more and more to the sleep that finally came. Far away, I hear someone knocking hard on the door, but I ignore it, as I had the same thoughts yesterday morning. But I wake up when the pounding comes back stronger and Leah's voice enters the room.

“Marnie Elizabeth McGonagall, open this shit now before I drop it and you know I'm capable of it.” I leap out of bed, running to the door.

She can’t be here.

I open the door, revealing Leah with perhaps the worst expression I've ever seen in the world. She was furious, if not more so. As she storms into my room without waiting for an invitation, I quickly look down the hall, seeing a couple look at me startled. I smile awkwardly, closing the door.

“What are you doing here?” I question, still not understanding.

"What are you doing here? And without warning anyone. Fading in the morning. Breaking up with Luke. What the fuck was that?” she screams.

For a second, I see that my amnesia was an issue with my plan. By not remembering my friendship with everyone, I really believed that I just left and everything would be fine. I didn't imagine anyone would cross the country for me, to understand what was going on.

And if Leah did it, it's a matter of hours before someone else does. They weren't going to leave me alone, they weren't going to forget me, and they weren't going to let this story pass. I need to push them away, but I don't know how.

"Go on, Marnie. What the fuck is going on? And if you tell me it's a job offer, I swear I'll fly at you without pity or mercy, and I'll slap the truth out.” she cross her arms.

I consider the last option a lot because I know she can do it. But I won't tell her the truth, that's not an alternative. I want to believe that if I don't back off, she'll see I'm not lying and won't attack me. And even if she tries, I just run away, I'm closer to the door and there's an armchair between us.

"But it is what it is!" I shrug.

“Stop it!” she screams. “Stop lying, Marnie. Everyone. Everyone knows you're lying, so why don't you tell the truth?” she waves her hands through the air.

“Because there's no other truth, Leah. Will I have to draw it for you?” I make the same moves she does.

“Be my guest!” she sits on the couch. I sigh wearily. I haven't slept for hours, I'm angry with myself and the world and now that I thought the situation was resolved and I just had to go on with my life, she comes and messes everything up.

“Why are you here?” I stay upright.

“I do not know! It must be cause you went crazy and disappeared without saying anything. Didn't answer my calls, no one had any answers about what was going on. So I took my father's jet and came to resolve this situation and I don't leave here without an answer at least.”

In the same way I laugh at Noah, I laugh at her, thinking it will fix everything. Leah carries the same expression as her brother, neutral, mocking.

“Why did you break up with Luke?” she asks quietly.

The mention of his name makes me shiver. I notice how my stomach turns and try to ignore it. I wonder if I can subtly extract some information from his state, but I don't want her to think I still care about him.

"Cause I wasn't in the mood anymore." I shrug, walking through space.

“My God, you've actually lied better.” I glare at her. “You know you're in trouble here, I know you better than anyone. I know you are lying and that you are going through some difficult situation. I even have my theories. So you're going to have to work a lot harder to trick me or get me out of here.” she cracks a smile, feeling victorious.

"Oh do you have? What are your theories?” I mock her.

“The first is that you really freaked out with amnesia and you can't handle it. The second is that you can't handle your feelings about Luke, it happened once before. And the third is that someone put some shit in your head and made you believe that everything would be better if you were out of the way.” I feel her gaze burning into me, looking for any reaction.

I let out a laugh, not forced, nervous that she got it right. Leah raises an eyebrow.

“You really traveled on your theories. Sorry, none are right.”

As if by magic, the answer appears to me. The only way I was going to get rid of everyone and go through with the plan without a hitch was to make her hate me. Make everyone hate me, just like I did Luke.

Just considering their hate for me makes my heart ache. But I need to do this. For Luke. For the boys. It's for their success.

“You know, a few months ago you were asked to be in a movie and you didn't take it cause you said you were a terrible actress. Isn't that right?” she gets up again. “Noah told me you said you were doing this for Luke, because you loved him. Marnie, what are you trying to hide?” she comes closer.

I feel dirty because of the attitude I'm going to take. It's low, very low, but I need her to hate me.

"Look who talks about hiding." I give a cynical laugh. Leah looks at me confused. "Don't you have anything to tell too?" she still doesn't understand. “You and Kyleen?”

Hastings freezes. The bitter taste of my act starts to fill my mouth. I’m sorry, Leah. I’m so sorry.

“How do you know?” she takes a step back.

"Who do you think closed the bathroom door on Ash's birthday?" I raise my eyebrows.

“Is not the same thing.”

“It isn’t? Aren't you hiding something from all of us?” I force a smile like hers a few minutes ago.

“No! Cause I'm not pushing everyone away, I'm not telling lies. And if you asked me, I would tell you the truth. Deep down, you know why I didn't say anything. You know my dad hasn't accepted Noah yet, that this is a problem in our family, and you know he wouldn't accept me either. You know that deep down I'm trying to protect both of us.”

“Oh! Do I?” I debauchery more. Right now, I feel horrible when I see your eyes water. I'm so, so sorry.

“I know what you're trying to do and I'm not going to stage it.” she walks past me to the door.

"Didn't you want to talk? I am talking.” Leah turns to me, straining the knife I carried in my chest, letting me see her crying face.

“You're trying to make me hate you.” now I'm the one who freezes. She laughs. “See how I know you? You are very predictable, Marnie. And as much as I know of your intention, I will not allow you to reach your goal. I hope that one day, not too far away, you realize what a big shit you're doing.” she opens the door, going. “Oh, and before I forget, since it's meant to hurt. Congrats, since your little chat with Luke, he's been locked in his room, needing Michael to keep an eye on him.” so Leah slams the door and strikes the final blow.

I bite the inside of my mouth, letting the tears fall. Honestly, I didn't even have the strength to hold back anymore. The rage burning inside me gives way to pain. I imagine Luke locked in his room, lying on the bed, hating me. Hating what we had and what we thought we had.

I walk over to my suitcase, pulling out a package, with the photos I'd taken from the box and the little white box he'd given me. I open it, holding the necklace with his name on it, the one he gave me.

Even knowing what I had to do, I wouldn't get rid of this necklace, I don't have the courage. It was easier to buy an equal one and put it in his hand. What he did to me would be kept with me forever.

““Closed eyes.” he fights.

"I have my eyes closed." I rebate. “Lucas…” I chide him, when I feel his lips on the back of my neck.

“Sorry, I got distracted.” I hold back the urge to laugh. “Closed eyes.”

"If you say it one more time, you'll get hit." I threat.

"How, if you can't see me?" right now, the urge to hit him is so strong that I follow the sound of his voice, trying to kick him. “Hey! No rudeness, otherwise you'll be left without a gift.” the false authoritative tone makes me angrier. “Good girl!”

“Go!” I kicked.

I'm startled by the icy touch against my neck. It's a necklace. Eagerly, I touch the pendant, recognizing the shape. He didn't do it.

“You can open it.” his hands move to my hips, hugging me.

With my eyes open, I run my vision to my neck, finding there a necklace just like his but blue.

“Happy Birthday!” he drops a kiss on my cheek.

I hold the blue quartz, seeing Luke's name engraved on the back. I let a stupid smile spread across my face, glaring at my boyfriend with the same.

"Want to explain why we're wearing practically identical necklaces?"

“It's a little obvious. Couples wear rings and I know what a problem you have with rings.”

“It’s not a problem.” I try to defend myself.

“It's just Alzheimer's. You know, in some people, it starts before they're 70 years old.” I hit him, and he laughs, before he hugs me. "Like I was saying, I know you're not into wearing a ring, so since I already had my necklace, I thought you'd have yours. That way we'll always be close to each other's hearts.” I rest my hands on his shoulders, standing on tiptoes.

"Have I told you I love you today?" I whisper, moving closer.

“Not after 5 pm.” he pouted, looking at the clock on the wall.

I don't know how I managed to kiss him with such a stupid smile on my face.

“Why do I like you, huh?” I question, stealing a little kiss.

“Because I'm cheesy and romantic. And even if you deny it, I know you get attached to it.” he opens a victorious smile.

"Don't ever say 'get attached' again." I beg laughing.

"What is it, bae? That was awesome.” he laughs.

“No!” I scream, laughing.

"What is it, babe girl? Don't you stick to my way of get in?” he keeps teasing me.

I place my lips on yours, determined to shut your mouth and thank you that it works. My mental reminder of “we're late for dinner” evaporates when his hands reach under my shirt. I scratch the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

“We're late for dinner.” he says against my mouth as I start to unbutton his shirt.

“Just say the traffic was like hell.” I suggest kissing his neck.

Luke accepts the idea, picking me up and walking me back to the bedroom."

It's not hard to know that we were late for dinner that day. But I didn't care, I had been given a necklace with his name on it, a necklace that showed how our relationship was getting more and more serious.

I also realize that the two times I got this necklace, at least once I ended up in bed with him. In fact, in both, but only one made it to the end.

“I hate myself.” I say tiredly, going to the minibar to get anything containing alcohol that makes me forget everything.

I call the front desk for two bottles of champagne and the biggest snack they have. I pick up the small whiskey bottles, turning one after the other, as if they were shot. I shake my head, wanting the effect to start faster.

“I hate myself. Leah hates me. Kiki must hate me now too. Just like Noah and everyone else there. Everybody hates me.” I turn the last one over, shaking my head once more. “Luke hates me. Hates me too much.” I comment, hugging the pillow.

I pick up a Polaroid of ours, staring at our happiness marked there. What am I doing?

I throw my head in my hands, lost. I wonder what might happen if I crawl into bed and don't go out for the rest of the month. Probably more people will hate me, but who doesn't hate me now? I mean, just get in line.

Awakened from the thought, when someone knocks on the door. For a second, I wonder who it was, then remember I ordered room service. I walk to the door, feeling the weight of the six small bottles.

My stomach churns and I feel an overwhelming urge to vomit as I land my eyes on the redhead in front of me. Red-haired?

"Bethany?"

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willddheartt · 4 years ago

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26 Days | Wilbur Soot

30 days to fall in love with someone? Sounds easy right? It would be if that person wasn’t so unbelievably annoying in almost every sense.

You’re not sure how you found yourself in this situation, but you were positive there was no backing out now…

Series Warnings: Mostly fluff and angst, and a very poorly constructed enemies to lovers plot.

Word Count: 2264

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26 Days

God, you hated him so much! You wanted to scream it from the top of a building how much you truly hated Wilbur. But you couldn’t

Lately, no matter what you did or said on stream, he always had a problem with it. You had been streaming Minecraft together, on the SMP. You were just messing around, no lore this time. You suggested you made a house together in L’manburg, no matter what you did, the two of you couldn't agree on a material, you wanted to build it out of birch wood and cobblestone but he insisted on dark oak logs and spruce planks would look better together. You gave up and let him have what he wanted because he was so persistent and you knew had it gone on you would have blown up on him in front of all your viewers, and that’s the last thing you needed right now.

You were up late, last night, planning out when you were going to meet up, and just a few hours ago the two of you got along perfectly. Laughing over the phone as you were laying in bed, chatting mindlessly. You wondered what happened between then and now. You and Will planned to meet up in the middle of next week, you were going to drive down to see him and stay at his place. Although you brought up getting a hotel room, Wilbur insisted you stay with him, too tired to resist you agreed, but now you're starting to think maybe getting a hotel room might be for the best.

You and Wilbur ended your streams at the same time, and you sighed as soon as you were sure it was off.

“What?” Wil asked, still in the voice chat. “What was that back there? Why the hell are you so disagreeable?” You let out. Will scoffed, “Me? You’re the one who kept on insisting birch and cobble when that wouldn't even fit in L’manburg!” “Jesus Christ,” You sighed, leaning back in your chair and running your hands down your face. “How in the hell are we going to get through this month?” “Maybe you should stop being so uptight and argumentative.” Wil shot “Fuck you,” You mumbled before clicking out of the chat and leaving your PC.

You needed to get out of the house and away from any form of contact you had with Wilbur and social media. You had been cooped up inside your apartment for close to a week at this point, maybe some fresh air would do you good. You grabbed a jacket and keys before leaving the apartment, leaving your phone charging on your desk. You didn’t want to bring it with you because you didn't even want to think about getting a text or any kind of notification from Wilbur right now, you knew you would have blown up at him completely.

The weather was just beginning to turn nice, the air was warm but the wind still had a slight winter chill to it, although all the snow was long gone Jack Frost still made his lurking presence known. Buildings lined the walls of a small square common area where teens mostly hung out after school and on weekends. The square had a fountain in the middle of it, the water had been shut off for the winter but with the warm temperatures from the last month, it had recently been turned back on. You sat on the ledge of the brick wall around the bottom pool for the fountain, looking at everyone passing through on this nice Wednesday evening. Older couples out for an evening walk, middle-aged business people speed walking their way home from the office, teens scattering the open area, sitting on blankets and laughing in their small groups of friends. You found watching people be interesting, it made you think.

We are all living our own lives at the same time and most of us on this small planet don't even know of one another, or if you know of them you don't know them, you only know their name. It's weird how that works. It's astounding to think about though, what are the chances of meeting exactly who you did, at the time you did, and what a gamble it is for them to stick around.

You had been sitting on the fountain for close to five minutes and when the wind had just started to pick up, sending a slight shiver down your spine. Your mind was clearer now and you were no longer angry with Wilbur, it was stupid what you fought about and as much as it pained you to admit, he was right. You were being stubborn and didn’t take into account the surrounding aesthetic of the area. It was your fault that the disagreement broke out in the first place.

You got home and saw your phone had been basically blown up by notifications from Wilbur, asking if you were really mad at him or if it was for a bit that you took too far, but when you didn't answer he slightly snapped you, asking if you were okay and where you were. You answered immediately, scared he might have been worrying.

Hey! You typed, Sorry I went for a walk after stream, needed to get out.

There you are! He responded within seconds, I got worried.

I’m okay, I left my phone home, needed a break from the internet and things. You know?

You mean you needed a break from me?

You could have sworn, had you been on a video chat with him you would have seen him frowning. You weren't sure what about that message got you, but you found yourself almost with tears in your eyes, you didn't mean to hurt him and you hoped you didn't -what were you talking about. Wilbur didn't mean anything to you, he was just someone you kept in contact with because you were in the same friend group.

No, you typed, not the whole thing at least. I just needed to clear my head, and i'm sorry for being such a dick on stream, I didn't mean to cause that, and you were right about the blocks.

You sighed when hitting the send button, never in a million years did you think you would be telling Wilbur, The Wilbur Soot, that he was right about something. I’m sorry.

Christ Y/N it’s alright, really. Just don't scare me like that again, I was starting to think something bad happened to you.

I didn't mean to scare you, Wil.

You found yourself feeling bad about leaving him in the dark while you were out, you didn't mean to worry him, you just didn't want to hurt him by blowing up at him.

Still call tonight, yeah? He messaged

You nodded, even though he couldn't see you. Yeah, I'd like that very much. I'll call you before I go to sleep.

In the time that you had been a fake couple, you and Will had started calling while you were getting ready to fall asleep in bed, you usually ended up falling asleep before he did, the sound of his raspy sleepy voice lulled you to sleep like there was no tomorrow. You'd wake up in the morning to find that Wil left the call going, you thought it was cute. Sure it might have been some highschool relationship stuff but it was cute nonetheless.

“Hello, Y/N” Will said through the phone, his voice sounding tired and soft “Hi Wil,” You smiled, giggling slightly. Although you had just been on a voice chat with him earlier you loved hearing his voice when he was tired, it sounded like stirring honey into your morning cup of tea, or reading an old book, but specifically an old book that smells of must and age of being stored at the back of your grandparents bookshelf that hadn't been touched in years. “You sound tired,” you mumbled, laying down with the phone resting on your stomach as you looked up at the ceiling. “I am,” He hummed, “You don't sound very tired though, did you drink a lot of coffee today?” He asked “A little more than usual, but I’ll be fine.” You sighed, your voice almost coming out in a whisper. There was something about talking to Wilbur before going to sleep that made you feel soft and loved, but you couldn't put your finger on exactly what it was. Maybe it was the thought of having someone there, or maybe it was just as simple as it was Wilbur and it was you.

“Are you excited for next week?” He asked “Right now it feels too far away to be real,” “Who’s talking here, is it you you or is it us you?” He asked, unsure if your thoughts were good or bad “Its both,” You said. “It feels so far away to me right now, but so close at the same time and a side of me cant wait for it to get here, so we can finally meet in person. But another side of me feels like it’s good that it feels so far away because maybe something will come up and I wont be able to make it and i don’t want to think that or even say it because thats a terrible thing to say but you know how it is.” You rambled, trying your best to explain it to him in a way that he would fully understand the crossroads your mind is at, and not sound like a dick while doing it.

Although you couldn’t see it, you could tell he was nodding along. “How about we make a deal, alright?” He started, “In these night chats, we don’t have to put on the face of the characters we play on stream and through out the day, Alright?” You rolled over to your side, putting an arm under your head and setting your phone on the mattress by your head. “I like that. Deal.” “Okay now tell me how you really feel about all of this”

All the thoughts ran though your head a mile a minute, you didn’t know where to start honestly, you had a lot of thoughts but if you really looked at it and narrowed it down most of them talked circles around the same thing just using different words.

“You promise what ever I say wont hurt you or make you flip out?” You asked “Swear on Tommy’s life.” You could sense the smirk that tugged at the side of his mouth when he said that. “Okay,” You started with a sigh. “So I din’t really know where I stand on it anymore, at the beginning I thought this was going to be insufferable, but now that we’ve gotten into it for a few days, you’re really not that bad, but I’m still on the fence.” “I hope come meeting, your opinion has changed a little bit more. But I do understand where you’re coming from. Its weird being able to talk off stream and such with you and not be fighting twenty-four-seven. It’s nice, I feel like I’m getting to know you better.”

He was right, you had told Wilbur more in the last five days than you had ever in your years of knowing him. You were surprised to find out that he’s actually not as bad as you thought, but you would never tell him that bit.

“Do you have to put on a character when we do those streams and such, Wilbur?” You asked,

“I don’t think I do, and if I do it I don’t know what I’m doing it. It’s just something thats easy to do, I’m not sure how to explain it.” He replied “Do you have to when we’re talking like this?” “No. Not at all, this is 100% me.”

You’re not sure what part hit you the most, when he said he didn’t have to put on a full character mask when showing your ‘relationship’ to the public, or if this Wilbur, the tired one was the real Wilbur who you've been falling asleep with for the past three nights. You weren’t sure what you though you wanted to hear when asking him that but it definitely wasn't what you go, but maybe it was what you needed.

The line went dead for a couple of minutes, you had the radio playing softly in the background to help you sleep better, and Wilbur seemed to be enjoying listening to you breathe through the phone.

“Hey Wil,” You yawned “HM?” He hummed, you could tell he had his eyes closed with the phone by his face, like he did on one of your face time calls the other day. “I’m soon gonna pass-out,” You whispered “Thats alright, go to sleep. Get your rest, I’ll be here when you wake up, love.” He was so sweet it almost made your heart hurt. “Okay” You nodded, but don’t hang up, okay? I like it when you’re here with me when I fall asleep.”

You struggled to keep your eyelids open, feeling heavy and light all at the same time. You felt so light it was as if you could float away but you were too heavy and weighed down to get up and move, even if you absolutely had to move for whatever reason you don't think you could have.

“Goodnight Wilbur, love you.” You mumbled into your pillow “Sweet dreams.”

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brian-in-finance · 3 years ago

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Jamie Dornan attends the 11th Hamilton Behind The Camera Awards at Avalon Hollywood & Bardot on November 13, 2021 in Los Angeles (Image: JC Olivera/FilmMagic)

The Holywood native appeared on This Morning on Wednesday and also spoke about on how he is grateful for being able to keep his Northern Irish accent on new BBC series The Tourist.

He explained how it's more common for this to happen if you are American or 'posh and English'.

On filming in Australia and what it meant for his family, Jamie said: “I basically weigh up every single job with 'how can I make this work for my family', and sometimes that's like building in X amounts of flights into my contract.

"If I'm filming in Europe, I'll fly back and forth... and for something like this that was five months in Australia, I'm obviously not going to leave my family... I have a two week rule that I've only ever broken once - so I took the whole family out and took the kids to school there in Adelaide.”

On playing his character in his own accent and if it makes a role easier to play, the 39-year-old added: “It does, it doesn't happen that often! For Americans, they get to keep their accent a lot and if you’re posh and English you get to keep your accent a lot, and it doesn’t happen that often if you’re from Belfast!

"I've been lucky in my career, I've done a few things were I've got to keep it and I think originally when they wrote this, he wasn't from Northern Ireland and they changed that for me. I'll take my hat off to those boys for that."

The star added that new series The Tourist is full of excitement.

"It is exciting, that's how I felt when I first read the script...

Jamie appeared on the show via video call (Image: ITV)

“Just when you think you know what’s going to happen in the show, your sidebar[red] by something totally unexpected... Just when you think it's very serious, it gets very funny - well I hope so anyway! It’s a real genre bending thing and it’s very exciting.”

When asked if he does his own stunts, Jamie said: “Up until a point I want to do everything I can… [but] it’ll often be a case of schedules or if it’s a drone shot and my character is this size [tiny] on the screen, when they could be using me to shoot something else, I'll have a stunt guy.

"I’ve got five months left of being in my thirties, so I'm still [going to] try to do anything active as long as I can!”

Laughing when Vernon suggested they have to ‘protect his face’, the father-of-three said: “I’m just someone who doesn’t really care that much… It's funny, you and I both modelled... and it was a long time ago when we were young and I remember I used to always be trying to do something else.

"I didn't love doing that, although it was good to me, I didn’t really love the day to day of it… and I remember thinking, ‘I can’t wait to be an actor so it doesn’t matter what I look like’.”

Talking about the new movie ‘Belfast’, Jamie was asked how it was working under Sir Kenneth Branagh.

"Jesus, it's one of those like one-off scenarios where someone of that calibre comes with you and says they want you to portray their own father in a movie about the town you are from. 'Judi Dench is going to be playing your mum, Ciaran Hinds playing your dad, Caitriona Balfe playing your wife', it's just one of those absurdly well-packaged situations.

“Luckily the film has been really well received. It’s not out here yet until January, but so far we've got a lot of love for it which is great.

“And [the Golden Globe nomination] came on a Monday, so it’s always nice to start the week like that - I got that and ‘Critic’s Choice’ on the same day... I’ve been in isolation, it was my final day in isolation, so it perked it up a wee bit!”

Also on the show, presenter Vernon Kay asked Dornan: "How is the golf swing? Is the handicap coming down?"

Jamie replied: "I actually... Christmas 2019, put a simulator in the house, so I have no excuses now, I have come down a wee bit but you've always got work to do."

He also revealed that the driving range is his 'acting happy place', a scenario he reverts back to if he loses concentration.

Remember… For Americans, they get to keep their accent a lot and if you’re posh and English you get to keep your accent a lot, and it doesn’t happen that often if you’re from Belfast! — Jamie Dornan

#Tait rhymes with hat #Good times #BelfastMovie #Belfast Live #16 December 2021 #Belfast #Now in North America #Worldwide 2022 #The Tourist #BBC One #Streaming #BBC iPlayer #1 January 2022 #Stan #Australia #2 January 2022

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takemebacktowheniwassane · 3 years ago

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Oh, Incorrect Quotes Generator

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This one's a bit more?? Um?? Non-kid friendly TTvTT

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Evan: Can you?

Jared: If you give me 30 seconds to think of a lie.

Jared: If you were to vacuum up jello, it'd make a neat noise.

Evan: I beg to differ.

Jared: Then beg.

Jared: This is such a bad idea.

Evan: Then why are you coming along?

Jared: One of us needs to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this all goes terribly wrong.

Connor: *Accidentally hits Jared in the face*

Connor: *Can't decide between saying 'I'm fucking sorry', and 'Are you okay'*

Connor: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY??

Evan: What is wrong with you?!

Evan: This is bothering me.

Jared: Well, you are digging up a corpse.

Evan: No, not that. That's, uh, pretty par for the course, actually.

Jared: You're the love of my life, and my best friend. I would do anything for you.

Evan: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Jared: Absolutely not.

Jared: I was arrested for being too cool.

Connor: The charges were dropped due to lack of supporting evidence.

Jared: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait.

Evan: You and me.

Jared, tearing up: Okay.

Jared: God, give me patience.

Connor: I think you mean strength.

Jared: If God gave me strength, then you'd be double dead.

Connor: I prevented a murder today.

Alana: Really? How did you do that?

Connor: Self control.

Jared: I am not out of control! I am a law abiding citizen!

Evan: Name one law.

Jared: Don't kill people?

Evan: That one's on me. I set the bar too low.

Alana: Whaddaya call a fish with no eye?

Jared, not looking up from his phone: Myxine Circifrons.

Alana:

Alana: A fsh

Evan: I turned out perfectly fine!

Zoe: This morning you thought a ghost made your toast!

Evan: I DIDN'T PUT THE BREAD IN, Y O U DIDN'T PUT THE BREAD IN-

Jared: WHAT'S YOUR TYPE

Evan: Anything, honestly. But nerds especially.

Jared, desperately as Evan bleeds out: YOUR B L O O D TYPE

Evan: Oh! B positive.

Jared: DON'T TRY TO CHEER ME UP, JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE

Evan:

Evan: It's dark in here...

Jared: Don't worry dude, I've got this

Jared: *Stomps his foot on the ground*

Jared: *Heelies light up*

Evan: Treat spiders the way YOU want to be treated!

Jared: Killed without hesitation.

Alana & Evan, simultaneously: nO-

Miguel: Let's watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl.

Connor: Okay?

Miguel: And make out during the scary parts.

Connor: The-

Connor: The scary parts-

Connor: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl?

Evan: Can you PLEASE be serious for 5 minutes??

Jared: My record is 4, but I think I can do it.

Evan: So that's my plan.

Jared: Are you fine with constructive criticism? I don't want to sound mean.

Evan: Sure, go ahead.

Jared: It fucking sucks.

Evan: That's not constructive criticism.

Jared: Fuck.

Alana: We've got to work on your cursing.

Jared: Why? I'm pretty good at cursing already.

Connor: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao

Evan: What did you do-?

Connor: A MISTAKE-

Larry, with his back turned: I've been expecting you.

Connor: How did you do that without turning around?

Larry: I'm gonna be honest, the first couple of people I did that to were not you.

Evan: How petty can you get??

Jared: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

Jared: Today is a day of running through hurdles.

Alana: Aren't you supposed to jump OVER hurdles?

Jared: Whatever. Fear is only something to be afraid of if you let it scare you.

Jared: May I sit there?

Evan: That's my lap.

Jared: That doesn't answer my question, Evan.

Jared: So.. are we flirting right now?

Connor: I'm LITERALLY stabbing you.

Jared:

Jared: That does not answer the question

Aftermath of the last one- lmfao-

Evan: I'm begging you, please go to the hospital-

Jared: Oh, i'm sorry, is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

Jared: Do you have any skeletons in your closet?

Connor: Do you mean literally or figuratively?

Jared: The fact that I have to specify...

Evan: Jail is no fun. I'll tell you that much.

Connor: Oh, you've been?

Evan: Once. In Monopoly.

Evan: Your right.

Jared: That's... an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

Jared: Petition to remove the 'd' from Wednesday.

Connor, high: Wednesay.

Jared: Not what I had in mind, but i'm flexible.

Alana: Man.. I only ever see you awake. Don't you ever shut down or stop running?

Jared: Oh, i'm always running.

Jared: The question is from what.

Evan: Top 30 reasons why Evan is super sorry! ..Number 5 might surprise you!

Jared: Top 30 anime deaths. Number One: YOUR FUCKING ASS RIGHT NOW!!

#deh dearevanhansen evanhansendeh connormurphydeh jaredkleinmandeh alanabeckdeh migueldeh zoemurphydeh larrymurphydeh kleinsen #conman kleinphy incorrectquotes lol

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dimensionwriter · 5 years ago

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Midnight Mask

Hero!Male! Monster x Reader

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It started two years ago in the late fall when news reports began to come out about something odd happening. Apparently there was this man running around at night and stopping crime. Some called him the real life hero, but the thing was, no one ever saw him.

Criminals would just be dropped off infront of police stations wrapped in vines. They would sputter nonsense about a nature bending man attacking them. Crazy, they were called, but it kept happening.

Soon, people were celebrating the comic book hero come to life, while some were scared of this magic wielding stranger. But you really didnt care, as long as he didn't turn into a crazied murder.

Then four months later, the first picture of him in the night arouse. It was this man in a pitch black suit with vines wrapped around him, hidden within a tree. He was laying on the tree with his arms folded behind his head as he stared up. Next was a picture of him looking at the camera with a face of shock. His skin was light brown with dark swirls going up his neck. He had a black mask that shimmer from the flash of camera. It reveal that he didn't have normal eyes, instead they were pitch black. The final pitcture was of him being wrapped in a wave of vines.

Of course the Internet blew up with controversy. People said it was fake and was made with photoshop while other made theories that he was something that escaped from Area 51. You could not click on anything on the internet without seeing something about guy.

It took the mystery man two weeks until he made a public apparence at a 'Midnight Mask' rally, the name the internet gave him. Everyone was shock as he just swiftly walked into the middle of it and stood there. He changed into a black suit with a green tie. With the sunlight on him, you were able to get a better look at him. He appear to be above 7 feet and towered over everyone. He had mocha skin with dark chocolate brown tribal marking on his neck. He had long white hair that was pulled up into a bun with brown sticks holding it together. He had on that signature black mask that had an irodescent blue shimmer to it.

He open his mouth to say something, but closed it. He gave a wave and just walked away. He didn't say any word or express anything. He just left. He just wanted people to acknowledge him.

So now back to present day, it's quite ordinary to see Midnight Mask walking around or hanging inside a tree. He never speaks, he just nods and smile to everyone. People respect his privacy and just let him be.

But the unordinary thing is you waking up in the middle of the night to see Midnight Mask half way through your window. He froze his movement upon seeing you sit up.

"You better have a really good explanation for this," you said gripping the top of your cover. Midnight just stared with his black eyes widening. His suit was sprinkled with snow and you could see him shivering.

He open his mouth, but closed it again. His long white hair was pulled up into a bun with vines holding it together. His ears were turning red along with his cheeks as his eyes drifted down.

He lifted up a hand and pointed to a plant on your desk. The lamp that was usually on above it was turn off, making the plant blend in with the darkness of the room.

"My plant?" You asked with a raised eyebrow as you slide your legs out of your bed. The cold air started snipping at your skin causing you want to crawl back under your covers.

Midnight slowly crawled forward and threw both his legs inside your room causing him to sit on the window sill. He stop moving and stared at you woth those iridescent black eyes. It was like he was waiting on your permission for something.

"Come in," you said reaching on for the light switch. Light flooded the room causing your eyes to water. You blinked as your tired eyes adjusted to the harsh artifical light.

You turn to see Midnight standing akwardly near the window. His arms were crossed across his chest. His black suit was different from the last picture you saw of it. This one was black with the left leg being a dark green. He had a dark green hoodie that pooled around his shoulder.

"So, want to explain why you broke into my room at," you glance at your digital clock," 4 in the morning on a Wednesday?" His face turned redder and he lifted one of his hands to cover his face.

He mumbled something, but you couldn't understand him. You took a step forward and strain your neck to hear.

"… worried about…. plant." Your eybrows furrowed as you tried to make sense of what he just said. You glanced at your tiny plant to see it was bent over. The tips of it was turning to a yellow.

"Oh, I forgot to water it," you said realizing it. This week has been so hetic at work causing you to come home and just sleep most of your night away.

Midnight Mask nodded his head while still gripping his sides. He was still shivering with the snow slowly melting onto his suit. It has been snowing all week with no sign of stopping.

"I'll go get the water can," you said turning around and walking quickly to your kitchen.

It wasn't that far from your room since you live in a condo with an open floor plan. It was one bedroom and one bathroom. Something small for your first apartment.

You grabbed your white water can off the black marble countertop and filled it with water.

Why did Midnight Mask come into your apartment late at night? Why just for a small desk top plant that probably didn't have that long of a life span?

Walking into your room, you noticed that Midnight Mask had moved from the window to your desk. His dark green gloves was lightly touching the one leaf of your plant. He was bent over and you could hear him muttering something under his breath.

"I brought the water can," you whispered silently feeling weird for interrupting his… bonding moment with your plant. Why was he having a bonding moment with your plant?

Midnight Mask jumped at the sound of you voice. He quickly backed away from the plant and stood next to the window.

You gently tipped over the water can, letting small droplets of water fall onto it's leaves. You glanced at Midnight Mask for a hint of how much it may need. He seem to be the plant whisper here.

You saw him flinch and you stopped watering. His body visibly relaxed when you set it down.

"I guess I've done my civilian duty by watering this plant," you said fake saluting. Midnight just gave an awkward smile and a thumb up.

Your hand dropped down as you looked at him. He looked back at you with a confused twinkle in his eyes. Glancing at the open window, you hoped he would get the hint.

He glanced back before let out an almost inausible gasp of relazation. There we go big guy.

He turned around to give you another awkward thumbs up before looking at the window. It was still snowing hard out there and that suit didn't look to provide much heat.

"Wait," you yelled running to your closet. You open it swiftly with your eyes already going towards the top. Sitting on the top self, was an old blanket you used in your youth years. It was quite thick, so it should provide some warmth.

You jumped up and wrapped your hands around the fabric. Yanking it down, the blanket landed safely in your arms, although slightly coming undone.

"Here take this. It might keep you warm," you said walking towards the window. Since the blanket was so big, you had to look around it to see Midnight.

You stopped infront of him before presenting him with the blanket. "Got to make sure our super hero stays warm."

His hands diligently reached for the bottom of it and lifted it into his arms. He was being so careful with it that you could have thought he was handling a new born child.

He pulled it closed to his body as his mouth started opening and closing. He went for an awkward smile before jumping out your window.

Instantly, a bunch of vines shot out and formed a walkway out of your window. He took a few step before turning around to look at you. Deciding to be polite, you gave him a small wave with a smile.

He spun back around and jumped into the air. A vine shot out of nowhere and wrapped around his torso before swinging him out of view.

Now that that is over, your bed is seductively calling you name. And who are you to deny such a pretty thing.

Over the week, you started to see Midnight Mask a lot more. You would be walking to work and would see him inside a tree with a bird on his finger. Or you would go to your favorite cafe and see Midnight Mask across the street talking to a kid. Sometimes, you would look up to see Midnight Mask dangling on the edge of a rooftop.

Wanting to be polite, you always gave him a friendly wave. He almost seem surprise to see you everytime. He changes between giving you a thumbs up and a single wave. He was a bit awkward, but was polite enough to respond to your greeting.

Feeling something drop into your hair, you were pulled out your reverie. Your hand reached up to see what it was. You were expecting something like a leaf or maybe even a bug. But when your fingers brushed against what felt to be something delicate, you know it was something different. Quickly grabbing at it, you bought it down to look at it.

There in your hand was the tiny red flowers. The petals all crinkled out from the green stem. The bottom of the stem was freshly cut. You could still feel the morning dew on it.

Tilting your head up, you tried to find the place where the flower could have dropped. You were close to a library, but it didn't have this type of flowers growing on it's side.

However, on top of the building, you could see a figure peaking over the edge. Using you hand as a shield from the harsh sun rays, you squinted to make out details of the person.

The figure jumped up and scrambled from the edge, almost like they were scared to be seen. Did they drop the flower? Maybe they were working on something on the roof and the wind blew this flower over the edge.

Well, it's doesn't seem like they want it back and it would be a shame to get rid of a beautiful flower.

Quickly tucking it into your shirt pocket , you continue your way to the park. Your job wanted you to take some pictures of nature so they can use as background for their flyers. Why they didn't just simply use something from Google, who know? They claim they wanted the background to feel more familiar.

Entering the park, you were met with a bunch of trees and freshly cut grass. The park was mostly empty due to it being early in the morning and most people were at work or school. You're not complaining at all, this is going to make your job a lot easier.

"Maybe I can get some flower shots," you mumbled lifting your hand to touch the light red carnation. Maybe getting a shot of the flower garden with the trees blowing in the background. And if you could get a bird in the shot. That would really seal the deal.

Walking towards a bench, you pulled out the professional camera that you borrowed from work. The camera was a nice sleek black design with a zoom of 100 feet. Perfect for long distance shots.

Quickly grabbing the sides of the camera, you decided to take some warm up shots. It's been a while since you did scenario shots. Usually, you just had to focus on a person and make sure they look good. If the background look like crap, you could just blur it.

Laying down on the ground, you aimed towards a set of trees planeted vertically. There was flower close to blooming on this lower branch on the front treee.

Pressing the button down, the sound of the shutter echoed through the quiet park. This may actually be a good shot.

You were quick to look at the shots. They all looked okay, but the lighting was off. You couldn't see the budding flowers on the branch.

"Maybe a different angle would help the lighting," you mumbled to yourself. You got up, but left your bag there. You weren't going far. Plus, no one is here, so is it really in danger?

You laid down and started looking at the setting on the the camera. All of a sudden, the screen became hard to see. You looked up to see that a lot more sunlight was slipping through the trees. In fact, the branches seem to have moved to let more sunlight through. Maybe you're just imagining it.

You didn't want to miss this opportunity at all. You snapped some shots of the trees and checked them. Gorgeous. Perfect. These can be used for your job.

And that little miracle moment inspired you to spend the next hour taking pictures. And every single one came out perfect. The lighting was on point. The breeze always came in at the right moment. The flowers seem to be bloomed at the the right time.

You sat on the ground with your legs folded as you flickered through the pictures. Your favorite one was where you used the flower that dropped on you earlier. In a patch of white dandelions, you placed the red carnation in the middle. With the tree slightly blurred and random spotlights from the trees. It looked like some high level professional took it.

You were about to look at another photo when something in a tree caught your eyes. You zoomed in to see that it was a person hiding in the leaves looking at you. And not just any person, it was Midnight Mask.

His white hair was dangling between the leaves, which is what caught your eyes. He had a giant smile on his face as he used his other hand to lift a branch up. How long had he been here?

You put your camera down and glanced around you. You didn't see any signs of Midnight Mask being around, but you were sure he was there.

"If you were the one to help with these photos going so well, thank you," you yelled out into the open. A yelp echoed from the tree to your left causing you to look over.

You were not expecting to see Midnight Mask hanging upside from a tree branch from a vine. The vine was wrapped around his left foot causing his right leg to be flat against his body.

His usual mocha skin was a bright red on his face. His black eyes were open wide causing his mask to scrunch up.

Small giggles escaped from your mouth as you tried to cover it with your hand. You got off the ground and walked over to him. He was dangling just below eye level.

"Well, it seem our superhero is all tangled up," you joked poking his nose. He hands went to cover his nose as he looked anywhere but you. "I guess I can be a good civilian and help."

You bent down and lifted his back. You were expecting to use all your muscles, but he was so light. This over seven feet tall man felt like he barely weighed a pound.

You held his upper body with your left hand and stretched your right out to untangle his foot. But his legs are around four feet and it's impossible to reach his foot.

"Hmm, this is a challenge," you muttered putting your second arm under him to move his body. Maybe if you try to yank him down. The vine doesn't look that strong.

And your analysis was quite correct. As you were in the middle of thinking, a loud snap caused you to look up in time to see the vine become two.

Midnight Mask fell down into your arms. You widen your arms to catch all of him and hoped that he would fit. Closing your eyes, you prepared yourself to fall into the ground.

But he barely even put pressure on your arms. He actaully was so light. You open your eyes confused to see Midnight Mask in your arms with his hands over his face.

"Well, that's one way to get you down," you joked giving him a smile. He splayed his left hand open revealing his completely red face. He was blushing.

"Oh," you sighed out with your smile dropping. "I guess you would be uncomfortable with a civilian carry you bridal style."

This may look bad. You, a normal person in a park, carrying a blushing superhero in your arms like he's a damsel in distress. If anything, it's suppose to be the other way around.

"No… it's fine," he muttered shrinking down. "Sorry…I wanted to help... pictures." He started pulling on his dark green gloves. With his face down, you got a chance to get a look at his face.

Even though he was blushing intensely, his tribal marks still remain a dark brown colour. You were curious if he painted them on or if it was just part of his body.

"Well I thank you for the help. I got a lot of good pictures that I think my boss would appreciate them," you said giving him a smile. He glanced up at you before back down at his gloves.

"The flower looks...nice in hair," he mumbled glancing up at you. You forgot you put the flower in your hair. You just threw it in there.

"Oh thanks," you said giving him a smile. He took a deep breath before looking up at you with a determine look.

"Would you like to…" he drifted off as he looked behind you. He jumped out of your arms causing you to stumble back from his quick movement.

You open your mouth to question him, but he ran off behind you. Spinning you on toes, you looked in time to see a random man running off with a black bag.

You glanced at the spot you left the camera with the bag, but nothing was there. Someone actually stole your camera.

Midnight Mask ran after the person with him gaining distance on them. The ground left to the person started moving, until a dark green vine shot out of the ground. Midnight Mask's hand shot back before pointing forward.

The vine moved like a snake as it jumped at the thief and wrapped around them. They went limp in the vines and started falling forward, but the vines hovered them above the ground.

Midnight Mask snatched the bag out of the person's hand and grabbed the vines holding the culprit and pulled him closer. You couldn't hear what he was saying to them, but the amount of fear on the person's face told you you didn't want to know.

A vine slowly lowered from a nearby tree and Midnight Mask's green gloves wrapped around it. He yanked twice on it before he was swung away with the thief in his arm.

You stood there dumbfound of what just happen. Someone just tried to steal you bag in broad daylight. Then Midnight Mask went all superhero and is now going off with the villain somewhere. And you're just still here. Do you stay here? Because you can't go to work without that camera.

Just as you settled on accepting the wrath of your boss, Midnight Mask dropped to the ground infront of you. You let out a startled cry and jumped away from him.

"Ahh, sorry," he muttered looking down. His right hand came from behind his back to reveal your camera bag with no damage. "Everything here... I check."

You were going to grab the bag, but you wanted to express your gratitude first. You jumped forward and wrapped your arms around him.

"I could thank you a thousand times and it wouldn't be enough," you yelled tighting your arms around him.

"You can…" he drifted of as his speaking became unintelligible. You released your grip on him to see he staring at the ground and twisting the strap of the bag.

"I couldn't hear what you said," you said with an embarrassed smile. You leaned foward to pick up what he was saying.

You kind of came to the conclusion that he must not be use to talking. He's speaking in small phrases or just drifts off in the middle of a sentence.

"Coffee? You and I?" He asked looking up. His eyes were looking down at you with a look of panic.

Coffee? Why would Midnight want the two of you to get coffee? Does he want someone… he just ask you on a date.

You tried to cover your shock expression as you just realize what just happen. You didn't think Midnight Mask dated anyone. Well, he's not unattractive, quite pleasant on the eyes actually. But dating a superhero. That's something that only happens in the movie.

"Coffee. Yes, cofee sounds great," you sputtered out in shock still. You could feel the heat that was traveling up your neck. Now it was your turn to blush.

"Okay. Good. Great," he stuttered taking a step back. "Meet in morning…here."

Nodding your head, you bit your lips to stop that smile from coming onto your face. You got a date with Midnight Mask. You got a date with a superhero.

"Cool "

"Awesome."

"Yeah."

"I got to go…hero…stuff," he mumbled pointing behind him. His brown skin was turning a red colour again. Gosh, he's so adorable.

"And I got work stuff. Meet you here for coffee," you said digging your feet into the ground.

"Okay, bye," he said sticking his hand up. A green vine shot from a tree and wrapped around his wrist. With a quick wave, he was lauched into the sky where he disappeared from your view.

Wow, you got a date with Midnight Mask. And he's not just some mysterious hero, he's a completely adorable shy person.

A light squeal came from you as you happily dance around the park. Gosh, today was great. You got fantastic pictures for your boss. And you got a date with Midnight Mask. You even got to see Midnight Mask be a superhero.

"Um...forgot to give…camera you need,"a voice muttered out behind you. You stop mid dance move to look behind you.

Midnight Mask had a hand over his face, but you could still see the smile peaking out from underneath. Oh gosh, this is embarrassing.

You quickly straight up and pretended to be stretching. Not even three minutes and you already manage to embarrase yourself.

"Oh yeah the camera. Thank you so much," you said quickly walking towards him with your head down. You could feel the embarassment presenting itself on your skin.

As you wrappd your hand around the strap of the bag, Midnight Mask's hand slide up above you. You felt him place something behind your ear.

You looked up to see him looking down at you with the softest look. It was so full of pure emotions that you accidently let out a gasp. No one has ever looked at you as if…as if you made them so happy.

"This flower…looks pretty…too," he mumbed giving you a soft smile. You reached your hand up to touch the petals.

"Dark red carnation…it fits you," he mumbled looking away. A light red blush spreaded up his neck. You felt like it was a greater meaning to it than he let on.

"Thank you," you muttered in awe while gently touching the flower.

In the far distant, the ringing of a bell tower alerted you that it was noon. Your manager wanted those pictures before lunch, which gives you maybe 25 minutes to get back to work

"I got to go do some work stuff. See you here, tomorrow," you yelled while runnning towards the exit. You turned around to give him a final way.

He stood there in the middle of the park with one of his hands gently placed over his heart. And the other one, waving happily at you.

You really are lucky.

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This story has been sitting on the back burner for the longest time. I made this story back when Awkward Shade of Green only had 2 chapters. I really think this one is going to be multi-chapter, I want to build on Midnight Mask's character. Anyway, remember to LIKE and to COMMENT what you think about the story. I look forward to reading your comments. Also, if you want to ask my character anything or me anything, my ASKS are open. Have a good day and I hope you find someone as dorky as Midnight Mask.

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minyoonkeeks · 5 years ago

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Pairing:Jin x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Summary: It was one thing to love him in secret, but when you think he might like you back it changes everything. (90% Fluff, 7% Angst, 3% I don't know what this is)

Warnings: None really, there is 1 mention of throwing up for like a second and a few mentioning anxiety but nothing serious

A/N: This is the first fic I've ever decided to write. I hope it resembles him a bit, but it was fun writing. I don't know if I'll continue either, I just hope I did Jin some justice (:

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Becoming his friend always felt natural, kind of like mac meeting its cheese, or peanut butter finding its jelly. He was sweet, funny, goofy Seokjin. 2 years younger, but no one could ever tell the difference. He was smart, where it counted. He hated bugs, was extra competitive, and loved marvel as much as you. That made your friendship fun. You would chill in his apartment, play endless games of super smash, and compare recipes whenever you found something new you'd want to try. Because you came from different social groups, it seemed odd at first to your friends. They laughed when they couldn't picture it being real.

"No way _____! Do both of you just have pout monologues? Because I would hate to be in the middle of that blab fest!" Hobi joked as he pictures both of you endlessly going off on each other. You both have certain quirks and apparently over talking was one of them. The more you guys interacted when you were all together, the more your friends didn't believe it.

It wasn't until the first time you had all gone to the movies together as a group. Seokjin sat next to you and you could have sworn all the girls gave the biggest groan, making you turn beet red and Seokjin laugh awkwardly. But once all of your friends realised that's exactly what it was, a friendship, they were quick to stand up for it, because there wasn't anything more. Even when your girlfriends started noticing him.

Sometimes, a lot of times, being his friend was hard. He was a 10 everywhere he'd go, regardless of how nerdy he came off when he spoke. When he wore his dumb round glasses around his beautiful face girls would swoon saying that he looked like a lawyer. Sure, he'd never win with his dumb logic, you thought.

When he would have to attend a fancy dinner in slacks and the same blue button up with white stripes on the sleeve citing that it made him look longer even though you swore he was a whole nother you taller. "Look, you just have to go with me, no one else is fun, and they won't bug me if you go instead." He would insist, telling you his parents didn't mind if it was you going instead of another date. That would sting, you were never the date.

When he'd sit and play guitar to pass the time between picking you up from work and your coworkers would stare out the window and wonder when he would notice them. "How do you even function with him, ______? You clearly have the worst taste in guys if you don't find him attractive" one of them would say.

"Yeah, sure, if you think gumby limbs are attractive." You'd scoff back, even though deep down you knew he was. Those were the most annoying times. Being Kim Seokjin's friend was definitely not easy.

"Hey, hurry up, we'll miss the next screening of Thor and I don't want to miss the credits!" Jin yelled from the lobby, making everyone turn and glare at how loud he was being, at least until they saw his face and proceeded to gawk at him.

"I know, I know, nerd. I don't get how you can watch this for the 5th time in theaters. Like you have a huge TV at home, why rewatch it here?" You quipped grabbing the popcorn from the attendant who just glared at you for calling Jin something other than Worldwide Handsome.

"I already told you, there's nothing like rewatching it with people who get it. And you know you get it or else you wouldn't have come with me anyway" he teased, making that pout that makes your heart flutter a little too much.

Those were most days with Seokjin and sometimes you couldn't take the stares from everyone. The ones that said "Hey why is that short girl hanging out with Jin all the time? He looks like he's babysitting." "Isn't it her though? She's the delusional one, he's way too good to cut her off though, I bet it's pity." You would overhear. You get it. It wasn't ideal for some tall, gorgeous albeit weird man to be hanging out with you of all people, but Jin didn't care because you were friends... friends. That's it.

And yeah, it hurt sometimes, seeing him go on dates, or staying at his apartment when he would tell you to wait for him, even though he was out with a girl 10 times prettier, he always came back alone. Always came back to you.

You had become a confidante for him. Someone who knew a little more, but didn't judge no matter what he did. You were the cool friend, the one everyone could depend on to be there, the one everyone joked to Jin about when they'd tell him to go look after his noona, and you, being as awkward as you were, always played it off when you'd see the pink hue in his cheeks. It never crossed your mind to think any different of him until your regular movie night Wednesday.

You were binging Lord of the Rings on his couch, in your cookie monster pajamas left over from last time while you sat next to Jin, tired from working all day.

"I guess an office job can wear you out." He chuckled.

"Definitely in more ways than one. My brain can only take so much annoyance from everyone. I just need Aragorn to murder a few orcs and it'll make me feel 10 times better." You said yawning, while Jin just stared at the TV hands on his knees. He seemed out of it for some reason, but your day being as long as it had you didn't want to pry. Sometimes Jin liked silence, and this was definitely one of those times.

As you watched the elves on screen, bow and arrow shooting towards the dark, you started dozing off on a pillow placed near his lap. You could feel his fingertips rubbing your scalp the way you had mentioned your mom did when you had a hard time sleeping. You could hear him humming a song, your favorite, especially because he had written it for your birthday last year. Things like this made you wish sometimes that people wouldn't joke the way they do. That it wasn't weird for you to be friends, because Jin got you. He knew you were quiet some days, and extra loud others. He knew when you just needed someone to lean on, and you hoped that's what you were to him.

And there in the quiet, as you were almost asleep, you heard him. Three simple words.

"I love you."

It felt surreal and incredibly intimate. But even though you wanted to look up and tell him you loved him too, you froze. Eyes shut, breathing heavy, and panic setting in. You didn't know what to do. You can't tell if he just meant it as a friend. And if he did then you'd lose him, the one person to make you feel like you belong when you really didn't. He kept stroking your head and you told yourself it wasn't a big deal, that you would pretend to sleep, until sleep became real, and in the morning you'd leave just as friends, how it's always been.

When you wake up, you feel really uncomfortable, not being able to get anything out of your head. Over thinking as always, and if this was any other situation, Jin would be the first person you'd tell. But that obviously wasn't possible, so you got up and grabbed you things, said an awkward goodbye and left him cooking pancakes for the both of you.

"Are you sure you don't want any?" He yelled as you were already opening the door to get out of his apartment.

"No it's fine. I forgot I had a meeting to get to and I have to go change and get ready. I'll text you later." You yelled back, trying to sound casual, and not like you were on the verge of throwing up from the anxiety.

You texted him that night and told him you needed to focus on work, that you'd have to go to a few meetings after and you wouldn't be able to meet up. His demeanor never changed, it was always silly Seokjin, always calm,cool, And sweet Seokjin.

JIN: Hey, no worries you're fine. I have to go to a few dinners too, but since you'll be in meetings I'll have to take Hobi or Tae, they're the only ones that like these events anyway.

YOU: Thanks, you should take that girl that you took last time though or you'll end up old and alone. :P

JIN: Maybe, not sure. I'll text you later though, bye!

It was fine right? You would be fine. And he would go out and be his normal charming cool guy self. Just like always. You just needed a moment to get back into the friend zone. And although you'd just lay in bed and lie to him about where you were, you knew eventually you'd have to see him.

So the day came, well, he more so showed up at your apartment at two am and you couldn't really avoid him. When you opened the door, you don't look up, even though he towers over you.

"____ what's wrong?"

You can hear the hurt in his voice as he says your name, and yet, you know that if you look up he'll see right through you. So you stare at his feet.

"Nothing just tired from work. What's going on?" You mumble, trying to keep your composure as you look up as him for the first time. He sighs and looks away, scratching the back of his head, trying to figure out what to say next.

"What did I do? Are you mad? I just, I don't know why you're avoiding me, and you tell me everything. So I can't fix it if I don't know what's wrong." He tells you quietly, as if he was reassuring himself to you. That your friendship meant more than just a few races of Mario Kart or a permanent plus one that he didn't have to explain more than just, "yeah, she's a friend." And everyone would just get it, no questions asked.

But suddenly you were in his arms, and you can smell the fresh cotton scent you've become so used to. You can feel his warmth when he presses into you and you can hear his heartbeat pounding into your ears.

It wasn't like you didn't miss him, you did, too much for a friend though. And how were you going to break it to him. That you, the one who's supposed to be the cool noona, who doesn't mind just being friends, was in too deep? How could you tell him so he just gives you time to be his friend again? Because losing him would be way worse than anything else thrown at you.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you wrap your arms around his torso in response to his sudden hug. It was second nature to do so, but this time it just felt like it was the last time and you wanted to hold on as long as possible. He brushed your hair with his fingers, and swayed side to side because he knew that made you smile. You took a deep breath, not realizing you had been holding it in since he had first leaned against you.

"It's ok, _______, hey I'm fine, you're fine, nothing's wrong. I know you need space sometimes, but I can't have you lying to me about where you are when we tell each other everything. I didn't mean to scare you. Hey, it's ok don't worry." He pats your head and holds you close realizing for the first time that you're crying. You clear your throat and back away from him wiping away your tears with your sweater paws, trying to regain a little sanity.

"I wasn't lying, I'm just ... tired." You tell him sounding coarse, more tired than you knew. "Work is overwhelming and I just needed some time to myself. You know me, I..."

"No, you don't,not from me anyway. You don't and I know because I know you _____, like the back of my hand I know you." Jin said, sounding louder than he meant to. Taking a step back and breathing once before continuing, "But, I get it. I'm not sure why, but I get that you need space from me." He looks down and sighs, making your heart break a little more each time. He pinches the bridge of his nose and you know it's his form of keeping a level head. He does it when he's mad, or worse, when he doesn't want you to see him cry.

He looks at you one more time and you can tell. He's tired, and his pleading look is something you thought you'd never be the cause of. But, what's worse? Leaving it here, or telling him the truth and watching him walk out, for real this time?

"Just... give me 2 more days. I just need 2 more days and I promise I'll come back. I just... I just need 2..." you stare at him, but with your own pleading look this time, you words soft and sad. For what, you don't know. Maybe the end, realizing, it might be the last time he visits you?

"Ok, ok _______. 2 days, but when you come back to me I want to know. I really do, whatever you give me. I'll accept it, just like you do to me. No judgement, no worries. But please, 2 days, come back." He grabs your hand and rubs along your wrist, a sign of affection he was used to giving you as he goes in for one more hug. This time he holds you a little tighter, maybe even a little longer, before he clears his throat, takes a deep breath and turns to walk to his car.

You stare at him going down the sidewalk and breathe, 2, 3. He's almost gone ______, and then you really need to get your shit together before you really lose him, you chide yourself silently.

Jin turns and waves, nodding once for goodbye while he smiles softly. His cheeks puff a little in the lamplight and you can see a glare. There was no way he was crying was there? You'd only seen him do it once when you dared him to eat your grandma's salsa that had a little too much jalapeño causing him to cry out in pain. The confused look you had, made him stop for a second before getting into his car and leaving towards his home.

Lying in bed, you kept twisting and turning, feeling way too hot to sleep and nothing could fix it. You walk to the kitchen and pull out some food, but it just gives you nausea thinking about what just happened so you settle for the milk and cereal.

Why'd you have to be so suspicious looking? Like you did something you weren't proud of? I mean, being in love with your best friend isn't a crime, it's just, not common, especially between you two. You went over the scenario in your head again, thinking about what you should have done differently so you wouldn't have to tell him the truth. You look at the cereal and look at the almost empty carton of milk before you grab a bowl and throw everything in trying to stuff your face and forget.

2 days, 2 days, to figure out how to tell Jin that you love him in a way that isn't the same anymore. And it's all his fault, his, and stupid Lord of the Rings, that you promised to never watch again if this didn't fix itself.

To say that you were productive in trying to figure out the best way to tell your best friend that you were in love with him was a complete over exaggeration. You lied in bed, eating snickers, listening to old Taylor Swift songs- that you hated, but Jin thought were cute, and cried into your pillow like a maniac. There were moments of clarity sure, where you'd write, or at least begin to write, Jin a letter of things you wanted to tell him. Maybe give him a pros and cons list of being your friend still, but you always came up short, Both literally and figuratively. It was frustrating because at the end of the day, Jin had everything. He had his best group of friends, he had girls fawning over him, he had a stable family, a bougie apartment, and a great job. All you offered were some really intense matches of Capcom VS Marvel, and we all know, Jungkook would be a much better opponent. But here you were, trying to figure out where you went wrong, why you had to take his confession in any other way than platonically, and therefore ruin your friendship.

Day 2 came by after a sleepless night. You called Jin and told him as cool as you could that you'd be at his house no later than 8, and to be ready with Captain America Winter Soldier because it was the best and he couldn't change your mind.

"Yes, I get it. Bucky is your dude, no need to rub it in. Don't forget though" his voice getting softer, "I miss you so hurry up"

"Yes I know, you can't live without me and life is unbearable because you have no one warm to cuddle to. Although, I should definitely charge for being your own personal teddy bear." You laugh, as calmly as you can, nerves on the other end running towards you throat to make you sound cringier than normal.

7 o'clock came and you got ready. Jeans and Jins sweatshirt, not that he would care. Most of them ended up in your house and consequently on you because you liked that his long arms made the perfect sweater paws. You put your hair up in a bun and you told yourself once more through the mirror, "Hey, it isn't the end, everything goes, and if he does too, you'll survive". You nodded to yourself and put the best fake smile you could as you walk towards your car and get in, driving to your version of the end of the world.

Jin opens the door and his eyes light up in the best possible way. You always admired that about him, his true emotions always on his sleeve, and today, you hoped that his eyes would stay like this even after your confession.

"You gonna let me in or do I have to shove my way through?" You smile as best you can, telling yourself, only a few more minutes until it's all over, just breathe, you'll be ok.

"Nah, you can fight me first!" he teased and went in for a hug. You inhaled his scent like it was the only oxygen you could ever need in life. It was odd, he didn't let go, and although you hated the thought of doing it first, you knew you had to, so you rubbed his back a second went in for the kill, tickling him in his ribs when he least expected it.

"Really!? Wait, no stop! STOP IT YOU WIN!!" He yells as he pulls you in for another hug, He breathes you in for a second, relaxing, "I really missed you. This was way too long, and I don't know how I survived without you" he sighed, his shoulders slouching into you, even when he could easily engulf your whole body in his large frame.

You blush pulling back and patting his arm in the friendliest of ways, "Back at you! Let's go watch Bucky be a beast!" Hoping that he didn't see you cringe to yourself as you said it.

What a dork, you murmur to yourself as you sit on his couch, knocking your shoes off one at a time. You sit cross legged on the sofa waiting for the movie to start before Jin turns off the screen.

"Hey" he says as he sits in front of you on the floor in the same exact way as you. You look at him, a sneer in your stare as you grab a pillow and throw it at his head. He chuckles as he turns away trying not to get hit. But as he turns back you can see the look in his eyes. It's the same one he had 2 nights ago, and it's the one you knew would come back today.

"Yeah, what's up" you tell him, tilting your head to the side,hoping he can just see the tension in your face and leave it alone.

He stares at you for a quick second, thoughts floating in his pupils about what move to make next.

He gets on both knees and gets close to your face, startling you frozen in front of him. You can feel him breathing on you, and you don't know why, but the sudden urge to cup his face with your hand comes out snd you're rubbing your thumb across his cheek.

He holds your hand within his and closes his eyes for a second, and you can feel him shaking slightly. Is he nervous? Does he think you'll leave him on purpose? I guess it's now or never.

"Jin, I.."

"I know, and if it makes you feel better, I do too."

"Lies, you don't even know what I'm going to say. Do you always have to win? I mean I try my hardest and it's not fair when your fingers are longer than ..." and his lips are on yours, effectively shutting you up from saying something even more stupid than you already had.

You look around the room, feeling like it's spinning, holding on for dear life to his sweater collar because if you let go you'd collapse.

You close your eyes and and scrunch your face trying to burn it into your memory. A kiss, that's all this is, but it's not. It's his kiss. It's dorky, nerdy, handsome, beautiful Jin's kiss and it's perfect, just like him.

You slowly wrap your hands around his neck as he breathes you in, turning slightly so you can be more comfortable and pulls back to smile at your dumbfounded face. You keep your eyes closed hoping it wasn't just a figment of your imagination before you hear him chuckle, his stupid Jin chuckle.

"What? Why are you laughing? Is this funny to you? How?! How rude" you aim to slap his arm, but he catches it and grabs you by the waist pulling you in for a hug.

"Don't ever do that again, you promise? It wasn't fun, and I don't know if I scared you when I told you I love you because I thought you were sleeping, but I really meant it." Jin kisses your collarbone as he nuzzles into your neck.

"I didn't know, I really didn't, but I'm glad I do now. This anxiety was killing me, and literally the only person I could tell was Tae and we all know how weird he gets when we talk about our feelings. I mean, remember that one time I-"

"Just, here, -" He places another kiss on your lips, then your cheeks, your nose, and your forehead, effectively making you mush. "At least now I know how to really shut you up when you start your monologues"

"Oh shut up and come here" you smile and you pull him up to the couch and snuggle with him under the blanket.

This was the one thing you didn't think would happen today, and although you lost maybe 10 years from the anxiety alone, it was definitely worth it, you tell yourself as you look at him while he's singing along to the marvel theme song.

That's my nerd, my Jin.

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