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mickmarstookmyheart · 4 years ago

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More Espresso, Less Despresso

Part: 3/?

Pairing: Mick Mars X Reader

Summary: You have a decent conversation with your mom about Mick.

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You couldn't recall when was the last time you laughed that much while you were at the studio with the Crüe. Tommy was a total goofball, Nikki was kind yet a bit high, and Vince was like a gay friend you were aching for years. Doc seemed the smartest one among them, of course, beside Mick. After you all ate the food you had brought they started to tell stories of the previous concerts and backstage moments. You had a deja vu but not in a good way. Memories and feelings crossed your mind as the hours passed.

"Are you alright? You look a bit pale." Mick asked with a concerned look in his eyes. You had been quiet in the last ten minutes and he noticed it. At first, he thought it was because of your introverted self, but then he saw the tears in your eyes.

"Yeah, I'm okay." You sighed blinking fast to get rid of the tears. You didn't want to be weak. You wanted to forget that whole era of your life. And now, you were in the same deep pit.

"Hey, (Y/N)!" Vince yelled, putting his feet on the table. "You are coming with us right?" The blood froze in your veins and you even forgot how to breathe properly. You gulped then put a smile on.

"I don't know, Vince. I barely know you and-"

"That's the point! We want to get to know you." You weren't the most spontaneous one. At least, not anymore. Joining a band on tour after one day was quite a big deal. And your mother wouldn't be so happy either. On the other hand, you weren't sure if you wanted to tag along. You had enough.

"Vinnie, you met her hours ago. You couldn't force her to come with us." Nikki said. "Right, (Y/N)?"

"Yeah." You smiled.

"Well, you know where we are going so feel free to come and see us on a show." Vince winked and drank from his beer.

"Just call me and I will give you a pass." Doc added.

"Thanks, guys, really. But I think I gotta go now." You jumped down from the top of the piano and headed to the door.

"Why so soon?" Tommy pouted standing in front of you blocking the way. He didn't help your situation. You felt horrible and just wanted to go home.

"Please, Tommy." You said shyly. But he didn't move just smirked. You knew he just joked but you weren't in the mood.

"Drummer. Let her go." Mick snapped from behind earning a sigh from Tommy. He stepped aside but patted your back.

"See you soon." He grinned and hopped down on the couch next to his Terror Twin. They were so kind, you hated yourself for leaving. However, you know that you wouldn't enjoy yourself. You wouldn't be able to distract yourself from the memories they all brought back.

"Bye, guys!" You waved and left the room with Mick by your side. After he closed the door you let out a long breath you didn't realize you were holding. You didn't say a word until you weren't in the streets again. "I'm sorry." Mick turned to you while walking with raised brows.

"For what?"

"For leaving so early." You shrugged and adjusted your coat tighter. "I didn't feel like a good company."

"Yeah, I saw that something was up. Wanna talk about it?" You shook your head as a no. You weren't ready to talk about that. You didn't want to tell him the reason you moved there with your mom. Why you were the girl reading in a café. The introvert one, the shy one. Why you had to hide behind this disguise.

"Everything is alright, Mick. Nothing serious, I promise." You showed your most believable smile which he loved. He noticed that you were lost in your thoughts and those thoughts made you sad. He saw that something snapped suddenly after Vince asked but he didn't want to ask there. He asked it now but you didn't feel like telling him and he respected that.

"Got it." He stopped and stood in front of you. "But if you are feeling down or wanna talk about anything I'm here, okay?" He rested his hands on your shoulders. "And it's the most obvious thing to talk to each other every night, right?"

"Of course. Though I will miss my caffeine buddy." You sighed.

"Well, if you visit us at one of our concerts I will take you to the finest café nearby and we will drink a huge amount of that!"

"Pinky Promise?" You asked pointing at him.

"Sure, whatever it is." He looked puzzled but chuckled anyways when you intertwined your little finger with his. "Then you have to promise to me that you will come to a concert as soon as possible."

"I promise." You winked and continued walking home.

∆

"Hey, mom!" You yelled as soon as you stepped in the house and hung your coat.

"Hello, honey! I'm in the kitchen!" She shouted back as she was flipping pancakes. You sniffed in the air and hummed from the delicious smell. You stepped next to her and placed a kiss on her cheek making her smile. You loved your mom more than anyone, even yourself. She was there for you when you needed the most, where you needed the most. She always knew how to cheer you up and make you happy. She knew you better than yourself.

"Smells good." You smirked.

"Thanks. So where have you been? How was your day?" She asked glancing at you while placing the pancake on a plate.

"The café." You lied. Well, you didn't lie just didn't tell your whole day. "Read a book, drank a cappuccino as always."

"Sounds interesting. And boring. Why don't you find a book club so you can meet new people?"

"I like being on my own." You said filling your mouth full with pancakes sitting on the counter. You tried to distract the topic but it was hell hard. "And what about you, mom?"

"But it's not healthy being alone all the time." She insisted making you groan and roll your eyes. "Don't grimace, young lady. And yes, you need to find new friends. Who may help you forget the old ones..." She sighed.

"I like the old ones. But you are right. I need to forget them as all those years from that era." You lowered your head staring at your black leather boots. She was right you knew that. And you did find friends just not the right ones. The guys didn't help you forget, on the contrary. "But enough about me. Do you like your new workplace? Is your boss handsome?"

"Hey!" She threw the kitchen towel right on your face from that last statement. "And to answer your question...FUCK YES! He is tall, dark-haired, and has blue eyes..."

"So basically, your type." You giggled watching her faking fainting.

"Girl, you know me so well!" She laughed. "And his voice...I can listen to it for eternity." She sighed hearts all around her head.

"Then, you are in the best position you can ever be. Being his assistant means hearing his thunderous voice. All. Day. Long." You pointed at her with your fork stressing the last words.

"Don't play with me. And? What about you? Don't tell me you haven't met Prince Charming in that café you go to every day." She glanced at you, but you were staring down avoiding eye contact. "So you've already met him, haven't you?" She asked in a low voice.

"You could say that." You jumped down from the counter and headed upstairs but your mother grabbed your wrist before you could reach the stairs. You didn't know if you should tell her or not. You have a deep connection with your mom, you told everything to each other so she would listen to you. However, her reaction would be quite controversial.

"(Y/N). I could see that there is something wrong." She placed her hand on your cheek giving you a warm smile. "Come. Let's eat then you can tell me everything."

"I'm not hungry. I will start now. So there is a guy." You began.

"Let me guess. Black hair, sarcasm, music lover. Am I right?" Your mom interrupted.

"Damn, mom!" You snapped glaring at her.

"Okay, I will shut it. But was I right?"

"Of course, you were, goddamn. He came to me at that café while I was reading and we started to talk. We have many things in common, more than we should, actually. He is kind, generous, and is a great company." Your stomach did a backflip just thinking about it. At the same time, your heart was aching since you knew it won't be the same. It wasn't your café, not your usual coffee, not the squeaking chair you usually sat on and not the old-fashioned table with the blue cloth covering it.

"Sounds good to me." She frowned.

"Promise me you won't freak out." You looked deep in her eyes making sure she understood what you asked. She nodded so you took a deep breath and prepared yourself. "He is a musician, more precisely, he plays in a rock band. And I know what will you say but please let me finish it!"

"Alright." She swallowed and clenched her jaws.

"They are leaving town tomorrow and when they asked me if I would like to join...I said no. Did you hear me? I said no!" You gripped her hand firmly. You didn't like when she was making that face and it broke your heart. She was disappointed, sad, furious at the same time if that was possible. "I won't meet them again if you tell me not to. But please let me meet Mick once more. Just once so I can say goodbye." You sobbed.

"Honey, you don't need permission for that." She gave you a half-smile. "I trust you, I believe that you know what is good for you. And you are an adult now, you can do whatever you like. Things happened in the past, that's why we moved here. To leave those awful and horrible events which occurred there." She gulped and pressed her eyes together trying to erase those memories from her mind. Drugs, booze, rock and roll, death.

"I love you, mom and I'm so grateful. To have such an understanding and strong mom like you." You stood up, walked over to her, and hugged her tightly. She was the strongest person you've ever known. She lost a son, you lost a brother. And still, she managed to put a smile on her face whenever you felt down, desperate. Moved to another city, found a new job, and continued being the coolest mom on Earth.

"Your brother would be so proud." She sighed letting you go. Despite the fact that your brother overdosed, she still talked about him like it hadn't been his fault. She got over it and tried to remember her son as he was before the drugs. Lively, creative, and cheerful.

"So, this means I can visit them? On the tour?" You asked with full of hope.

"If you can take care of yourself and avoid all those things, then, of course, darling. I want you to be happy and somehow that guy makes you that. I can see it in your eyes and the way you talk about him." She smirked.

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Days, weeks, months passed. Lonely days, sitting in the café, reading books. Every time the bell rang above the door you glanced up to see who it was. It wasn't him. You have pretty mixed feelings. Although your mother was okay with it, you just couldn't make your finger pushed those buttons on the telephone. Every time you tried, you just put the phone back to its place and continued suffering.

On the other hand, you were afraid. Scared to see them using drugs and killing themselves with it. You wouldn't survive. You have already seen your brother passing out on the couch while injecting heroin in his veins and it was the most horrible thing you've ever gone through. You shook your head to get rid of the memory and kept on reading. Hours went by and you were about to read the last page when a shadow covered all the lights.

"A moment, David. I'm on the last page then you can close the café." You said not leaving the page.

"Hey, (Y/N)." A familiar voice echoed making you drop the book and gulp.

"Mick?!" You literally jumped up from the chair on him. "Wh-what at you doing here?" He hummed feeling your arms around him and the scent of your hair.

"I was missing my soulmate." He smirked not letting you go. "Cause she didn't visit me against the fact she promised me. And it was even a pinky promise! An unbreakable vow, we are talking about." He chuckled making you grin.

"Well, the tour hasn't ended, has it?"

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onthecrosslook · 3 years ago

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Three Acts

Note: Fuck it, I’m just going to post this now. @call-me-moo.

Act Three

I dial Mary’s number on my dying mobile. “Do c...come in. It’s a little cramped…I must warn you.”

I’m sitting on a rickety old chair in an abandoned building. No, not even a building- a mere façade.

Just like Mary.

I shake away the thought and concentrate. I don’t have long before I start bleeding through the stitches. Every passing minute is crucial to both the plan and my survival.

I’ve already gotten through the bulk of the phone call with Mary. It’s mostly filler to keep her from storming inside and shooting me on sight, and it’s working so far.

Like scenes from a play...

She’ll be coming inside soon, judging from her initial distance from the building. It won’t be long now.

I can hear her breathing quicken over the line as my question grows more and more personal. “What do you want, Sherlock?” she growls, her voice lower than I’ve ever heard it.

“Mary Morstan...stillborn in 1972. Thought it’d be...a-awfully clever, taking her name like that,” I say softly, clutching my chest with my free hand. “It’s why you don’t have any...f-friends from before...then.”

Common enough tactic.

Mary’s sharp laugh rings out. “You don’t sound very well, Sherlock. Perhaps we should get you to a hospital.” Her voice lowers. “Or a morgue.”

“How...how good of a shot are you?” I ask, biding my time with the questions. I need to stall. Answers can come later, hopefully with John’s assistance.

Even so…

I need to know.

I can almost hear her smirk from the other side of the line. “How badly do you want to find out? I’d be more than happy to demonstrate. I can see you’re right in front of me, it would only take a single pull of the-“

“If you’re such a good shot…” I take a few shaky breaths and continue to interrupt her, “…th-then...demonstrate. Unf-fortunately, I don’t have any l...live targets, forgive me. You’ll h-have to...settle for a coin.” I force a weak laugh that makes my stomach ache and my labouring lungs burn. “That is...i-if you can…”

The line crackles a bit on her end. “You think you can bait me, Sherlock? I thought you knew me better than that.”

Yes, Mary.

Hook, line, and sinker.

“I want to...know how good you are,” I say encouragingly. “Go on...the doctor’s wife must b-be...rather bored, by now...Because…” I gasp for a much-needed breath.

“Because what?” she snaps, frustrated, as she adjusts the leather strap of her heavy purse.

Added weight of the gun. Obviously unaccustomed to carrying it around. Is she still a good shot?

“Because...you’re a psychopath...and p-psychopaths get bored.” I groan into my coat collar in pain. At this rate, I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold out.

“Ha,” she scoffs. “I’ll entertain you, Sherlock. God knows you can’t have much left in you, anyway.” Mary pulls out a fifty-pence piece from her purse and holds it aloft. She glances above, gauging the height of the ceiling with a critical eye, and flips the coin in the air. In one swift move, she aims the gun and fires. A metallic clank is heard, and she smirks triumphantly.

I hang up the phone with a flourish. “Impressive,” I whisper, the faintest smile on my face visible in the flickering light.

Mary turns to look at me, clearly startled. “You’re…standing. Then who...Ah. I see. A dummy? Fairly obvious trick, don’t you think?” She slides the coin over to me with the tip of her boot.

I lean over with a grunt and pick it up, pausing only to examine it. I straighten up, the stabbing pain making it harder to stand. My breathing is growing more and more erratic, but I choose to ignore it in favour of my deductions.

Ordinary fifty-pence coin, no obvious assistive modifications. Hole where the 0.38mm bullet penetrated is precisely in the center. Fifteen-plus years in the killing business, at least. She’s a remarkable shot, I’ll give her that.

Not good enough, though.

“Impressed?” she asks, not a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

“Spectacularly...accurate sh-shot, yet you...failed to place...a kill. Sentiment, or d-did you...not want to...blow y-your cover?” It’s a risk to taunt her so openly, but unfortunately a risk I must take.

“Neither. John wasn’t supposed to come save you. The doorframe creaked fairly loudly and that alerted him. You would have died if it hadn’t been for my damn recklessness,” Mary snarls, looking more angry at herself than anyone else. “It’s not a mistake I’ll make again.”

Wait-

She raises her gun to my forehead.

-this isn’t how it’s supposed to-

I hear a click and a loud shot.

When I open my eyes again, I see Mary crumpled on the floor, her chest weakly moving up and down as blood leaks from her body, filling spaces it shouldn’t be. I can hardly breathe from the shock of seeing her so suddenly vulnerable.

“You...d-don’t...you didn’t…h-have a...g-gun…” she chokes out. “H-how…?”

“Sorry,” I hear a bitter voice behind her say, and suddenly John is standing there, his gun pointed straight ahead, and it all makes sense. “Not that obvious a trick.”

“John- b-but-“ I stutter out, my mouth moving, but hardly any noise coming out.

How…how did he…?

Mary groans loudly, and I move to ask him again, thinking perhaps he didn’t hear me.

“J-John…”

“You. You don’t get to speak,” John hisses, before leaning down to Mary’s side. “Mary, I can still…”

“N-no…” she says softly, obviously straining to sit up. “It’s...t-too late, John. I...I suppose...n-now I know how...Sh-Sherlock f-felt...Ah-!” She cries out in anguish and lifts a shaking hand to John’s face.

He doesn’t push her hand away. “You’re a pathetic liar, Mary. You lied to me, you shot my best friend, you- you-“ He’s practically hyperventilating with anger now, each breath harder than the next. “You killed our baby.”

Mary is eerily silent for a moment, but she nods eventually. “I d-did...John...Will...w-will it matter...i-if I say...I-I’m sorry…?”

“No,” he says honestly. His face is more pained than I have ever seen, contorted with unspoken rage and agony. “You’ve destroyed it all, Mary. I will never forgive you.”

“P-please…” she begs, clinging onto his collar with an almost frightening desperation. “I c-can’t go...n-not like this...J-John…”

“You should have thought about that…” John swallows back a sob, “...before you shot Sherlock.”

Tears stream down her pale, stricken face. “I th-think I l-loved you...o-once...d-did you ever...l-love me...J-John…?”

“Once,” he says softly, closing his eyes for a moment. “Not anymore. Not since Sherlock came back, I think.”

I’m silent.

What could I possibly say…?

Her face grows sadder, if that’s possible. “I...c-could never...c-compare...not t-to…him…”

“I’m not gay,” he says with a weak smile, forcing a small chuckle.

“A-and...I’m...n-not an...a-assassin…” she gasps out with a laugh, pulling harder on his coat. “I...w-would have...n-never really...k-killed you, y-you know…?”

His face is grim. “I don’t know that, Mary. Because I don’t know you at all. I- I bet...I bet your name isn’t even Mary.”

“It’s n-not,” she admits, her grip beginning to fail. “Th-that- ...wh-what I just s-said…- was a lie...I w-would have…” she coughs out, dark blood trickling from the corners of her pink lips. “I w-would h-have...I w-would...b-because I’m s-selfish…”

He nods. “I didn’t believe you, anyway.”

“I e-even...w-wanted...R-Rosamund…” Mary’s trembling hand slips from his jacket.

“Mary…”

“R-Rosamund...f-far better...th-than...Sh-Sher...Sherlock…” Her breath hitches on my name, and her face tightens with the effort. “G-goodbye...b-both of you…”

“Mary,” John breathes. “D...don’t…”

“G-go b-back to B-Baker S-Street...J-John...And Sh-Sherlock…?” She turns her head slightly to look at me. “I-I’m...s-sorry…T-take c-care...of...J...John…”

Her eyes go glassy and dull as she quietly exhales for the last time. John looks numb as uses two fingers to gently push her eyelids shut. Pressing a final kiss to her clammy forehead, he abruptly stands up and snaps his fingers. “Sherlock. Let’s go,” he says, his tone deathly quiet and clipped.

“J-John…”

“I said...let’s go. There’s nothing left for us here.”

I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. I’ve waited too long. I should have called someone. I should have called the hospital. I can almost hear John scolding me already- ‘Why do you never call the police?’

My vision goes blurry as my legs fail me. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go, but then again…this night has been full of surprises. Nothing short of dangerous encounters and yet another miraculous deus-ex-machina from John Watson.

Not dead. Not yet.

“Amb- ambulance…” I whisper hoarsely, before collapsing on the floor next to Mary’s cold, limp, unmoving body.

John rushes towards me, and I get a glimpse of her pale face as my eyes flutter shut. Her lips are slightly parted, almost upturned. She seems to be finally at rest. She doesn’t deserve it, but I don’t think I could think of a better way for her to exit this world. A brutal display of karma…

…And yet…

I feel my flat expression become a weak smile.

She looks...so peaceful...almost like she’s sleeping…

The End (?)

Act One linked below:

https://benaddicted-linfanuel.tumblr.com/post/656892650818011136/three-acts

Act Two linked below:

https://benaddicted-linfanuel.tumblr.com/post/656968775195934720/three-acts

Epilogue linked below:

https://benaddicted-linfanuel.tumblr.com/post/657054522939686912/three-acts

#bbc #sherlock holmes #john watson #sherlock #johnlock #jim moriarty #post reichenbach #mary is not good #she’s actually pretty evil #like ew #Mary sucks #lol

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sevlgi · 4 years ago

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photograph

requested: no

group: (g)i-dle

pairing: shuhua x fem!reader

genre: fluff

contents: college!au, photographer!shuhua. [4/33]

warnings: none

synopsis: An accidental photo of you gives Shuhua a mission to find the love her life.

a/n: none

word count: 0.9k

Shuhua didn’t believe in love at first sight until she accidentally took a photo of the most beautiful girl on earth.

Well, that’s almost completely a lie- she’s always been a bit of a hopeless romantic, and she’s loved the idea of love at first sight forever. But she didn’t think it could ever happen, at least not to her.

She wasn’t even paying attention to what she was taking pictures of; the assignment in her Photography class was to simply photograph her surroundings. To be honest, Shuhua thought that it was a stupid assignment that she couldn’t get anything out of.

As she went through her camera that night, though her jaw fell open when she saw you, standing unassumingly right in the center of a shot. Scruffy hair, messy clothes, and no makeup didn’t set you apart from all the other students around you, but the sunlight hit your eyes in a way that was perfectly mesmerizing.

Just like that, it was settled- Shuhua’s going to find you. After all, love at first sight can’t just be ignored.

“Why the hell are you putting up missing posters?” Soojin frowns, bending so that she could view the poster correctly. “These are useless, they don’t even have a name.”

“That’s cause I don’t know her name,” Shuhua shrugs, stapling another one to a bulletin board. The only information on the photo is the picture she took of you, and her own name and phone number, in case anyone was kind enough to actually call. “I want to find out.”

The older girl straightened up, staring skeptically. “Seriously? Why’re you trying to find her, anyway? Do you know her at all?”

“Nope!” Shuhua announces cheerfully, picking up a fresh stack from her bag. The posters surprisingly didn’t cost much to make, though any amount would’ve been worth it to satisfy her curiosity. “I took a photo of her, and I think she’s pretty, that’s all.”

“You’re so gay,” Soojin sighs, picking up her own backpack. “Well, I’m off to class, good luck finding your true love or whatever.”

Completely missing the sarcasm, the shorter girl answers, “Thanks!”

Not a single person calls or texts for nearly 2 weeks, to Shuhua’s disappointment. Her posters are all still there, too- nobody bothers to take them off, so maybe it’s just that no one recognizes you.

When she finally gets a text, she’s so overjoyed that she opens it right in class, as her professor drones on about Cartesian planes.

Unknown Number [2:09] who are you and why are you putting up missing posters about me?

You [2:10] hi!!!

You [2:10] my name is yeh shuhua, i accidentally took a photo of you and thought you were pretty

Her cheeks flame at her own honesty, but she stares at her phone, hoping a reply (a.k.a. a quick release) comes soon.

Unknown Number [2:11] that’s it?

You [2:11] yea, should there be more??

You [2:11] could we go for coffee or something? i might have to use your picture for an assignment, maybe we should meet first

Unknown Number [2:11] are you not in class right now?

Shuhua ignores the nudges of her class mate Yuqi beside her, elbowing back as she types.

You [2:12] anything for true love!

Unknown Number [2:13] that’s cheesy

Unknown Number [2:13] but alright. let’s meet at the cafe on campus in 20 minutes, I assume you know what I look like

Unknown Number [2:13] and by the way, my name is Y/N Y/L/N.

“Y/N,” Shuhua tests out on her tongue, smiling as she stuffs her phone into her bag and stands up. “I’m going to go,” she whispers to Yuqi, who smiles knowingly and bats a hand. “Take notes for me!”

“Hi,” the brunette smiles as she plops down opposite you and sticks her hand. “I’m Shuhua.”

You look surprised to see her, but your lips curve into a soft, amused smile as you accept the handshake. “Y/N. I’m not going to lie, I thought you were going to be some kind of creepy dude.”

“You’re not disappointed, are you?” the girl jokes, taking out her notebook where she pressed the photo. “Here it is, by the way. The photograph I took of you.”

Warmth seems to spread through her entire body when your fingers brush against hers, but Shuhua tries to hide her slight blush. “Huh. It’s honestly a really good photo of me. Are you a photography major?”

“Nah,” she answers, watching you look over the photo. To be honest, you’re much more beautiful in real life- a camera could never capture the way your eyes sparkle in real life, even in the dim lighting of the cafe. “I really enjoy it, though.”

“What was the assignment?” At the obvious confusion on the other girl’s face, you clarify, “You said you needed the photo for an assignment? What was it?”

“Ah!” Shuhua grins, hands moving as she explains. “I was supposed to take a photo of my surroundings, and I wasn’t really paying attention to what I was taking pictures of. I just wanted to finish the assignment, and- oh, I’m rambling.”

You laugh, the sound a bit louder than she expected but just as pretty. “No, no, it’s cute. You know what? How about let’s order something, and you can explain your assignment to me? I might even hire you to take photos of me next time.”

“Sure,” Shuhua breathes out, unable to hide the grin taking over her face. Maybe there was something to get out of the assignment after all.

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criminalminds4days · 4 years ago

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Family Matters | Chapter 3: Trivia

Hello People!

I hope you have had an amazing week and are going to have an ever better weekend. I am so done with this week. It was really crappy and I just can't wait for the beginning of next, hoping it will be better. The only positive side is that I was able to get over my writer's block and have finished about 3 new chapters.

Anyway, enjoy this chapter of Family Matters and let me know what you think!

Warnings: Swearing, sexual references, violence and murder references, public embarrassment, and very bad jokes!

Word Count: 3.6k

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Chapter 3: Trivia

She closed the blinds and made sure for the fifth time the door was locked. Her breath caught in her throat and the fear and adrenaline that had rushed through her body made even Spencer Reid nervous.

"What's going on?"

"This is bad, I didn't realize the consequences of this until it was too late. I am so sorry I got you all tangled up in this mess."

"What are you talking about? What happened?"

"I-" She turned and took a peek through the blinds, ensuring there was no one around. "I did not think things through. I think it's best if you go home, that way you might be spared."

"You are seriously starting to make me nervous, please tell me what's going on, how can I help?"

"There is nothing you can do; I am basically a dead woman."

"Why? Who's after you?"

"Anna Hemingway."

"Your cousin is after you? Did she threaten you or something?"

"No, she didn't have to." She walked towards the bed and sat on the edge, still glancing every now and then, making sure the coast was clear.

After her and Spencer's victory, they had both decided to go to bed, and while the rest of her family insisted on having another dinner dedicated to the couple, they had both decided best to eat and head back to their cabin. He had finished first and decided to head back, and as soon as he was gone, the memory hit her making her mistake obvious. And the main reason she had resorted to a passive competition with the world's worst cousin was clear once again. In a hurry she had returned to their cabin, ensuring she was not being followed, and locked the door, startling the doctor.

"The last time I beat Anna at something was when I twelve. We were both auditioning for the same role in our school musical. They gave me the part." He smiled, truly excited for her accomplishment, as well as happy to learn this new fact about her. "Don't get too peppy. On opening night, at Grandma's celebration for the play, I fell down the stairs."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Because, Dr. Spencer Reid, as hard as it is to believe, me falling down the stairs was not due to my immense clumsiness."

"Wait, your cousin pushed you down the stairs?!" He exclaimed, truly horrified. How are children so cute and so evil at the same time?

"More like, she set her foot for me to trip on, but you get the idea." She glanced back at the door and then at the man in front of her. "I was lucky, I didn't break anything, but I have a feeling that might not be the case the next time. I also would prefer not to drown or anything like that."

"But we're federal agents, doing something to you or me would be unwise."

"You're speaking of the girl that tripped me down the stairs and thought that stealing my boyfriend and marrying him was wise."

"I'm gonna double-check the door is locked."

After hours of attempting to stay vigilant, her body had given in and she had fallen asleep. Although Spencer knew the danger, to him it was as simple as closing his eyes. She knew they were trained to deal with a lot of sick people, but he didn't understand the limits his cousin would go to destroy those who she felt wronged by. Although her main target had always been her, she once had basically ended a girl's life by getting her banned from pretty much any respectable college or job position because this one had made fun of her prom dress. Anna Hemingway was one to be cautious with, and they had both just embarrassed her in front of the people whose attention she had snatched years ago. It was worse than she realized.

"Spencer, Spencer." She spoke as she slightly moved him. He growled and moved away from her, attempting to continue his slumber. "Spencer."

"No, let me sleep." He complained.

"Spence, get up, please." After minutes of silence, she devised a new plan. "Spencer!" she screamed, making him jump, falling off the bed and landing between the edge of this first one and the door of the closet. "Oh good, you're awake."

He didn't say a word, for what seemed like centuries, and she wondered if screaming him awake was not the best decision, especially as her next request would not be something he would be inclined to.

"Sorry for that, I just needed you to wake up."

"Is there a fire I don't know about?"

"No, I just thought we could go for a run." There it was, the look Spencer had only given the unsubs he despised the most. She had earned it, but that didn't mean she liked it. "Sorry, I just, Nicole had to leave, and since I have a target on my back and there's safety in numbers... I also didn't want to leave you here alone, and vulnerable. I just felt like, despite your muscles, I am concerned you haven't yet mastered the use of your body."

"I will have you know that by all accounts I definitely know how to use my body. Quite effectively if I do say so myself, and others."

After his words, her mind went to a thought she never imagined having. She wondered if he meant it that way or she was just losing it. "Good, then you can come with me." That sentence following her thoughts was probably not ideal.

"No thank you, you can do it by yourself." She needed to change the direction her thoughts were going; they were definitely not helpful.

"Spencer, please. I am honestly a little terrified, and you should be too."

"Well, I'm not. She isn't worse than any unidentified subject we've dealt with before."

"Oh but she is. She's the worst type of unsub you could think of, but ten times worse."

"What's the worse she could do?"

"Let's not find out."

After whining from him and pleads by her, they both made their way out of the cabin. The shorts he had avoided yesterday were now covering almost nothing as they jogged. This was not a good reminder of their earlier conversation, so she simply focused on something easier: her cousin's imminent revenge. She thought it would come in the form of her accidentally pushing her into the lake, or a repeat of her falling down the stairs. She was even worried this time Spencer would be the victim since he had been the one to embarrass her. Her thoughts were interrupted by deep breaths and a yelp.

"Are you okay?"

"We've been running for hours, how dare you ask me such a question?"

She looked at her watch, "We've been running for exactly three and a half minutes. Actually, we haven't been running, more like jogging."

"How long do you usually do this for?"

"Depends on the day, but from thirty minutes to two hours."

"You need help."

"It won't be as bad, come on."

"You can go on, I am just gonna sit here and have a heart attack real quick."

"How on earth did you pass your physical?"

"I got it waved."

"Cheater."

"If it isn't it the 'it' couple of the weekend!" Suddenly the one having a heart attack was not Spencer, but her. "I didn't know you guys ran together, that's so cute!"

"Yeah, truly the reason I love her," Spencer said, a pinch of sarcasm in his voice.

"How adorable." It's coming, she could feel it. "Anyway, I was thinking, since love seems to be in the air this weekend, why don't we celebrate it by wrapping up the family retreat with a trivia night!"

"What does trivia have to do with love?" She regretted the words as soon as they came out, as Anna looked at her like she might as well be six feet under.

"Silly, the trivia would be about your significant other, of course!"

"Well, that's just-"

"Wonderful, I know!" The blonde smiled, delighted by her idea. "The family has already been briefed and they are all on board, I have started taking in questions and designed the cards, so we'll all meet around the campfire for dinner, and then we'll have trivia night!" She smiled brightly and began to leave, stopping by to appreciate Spencer's figure and palming his behind as she left.

"Did she just-?"

"Yes, yes she did."

"I need a shower."

After both had showered and changed they made their way to grandmas house, alert as to anyone following them. Most of her family had moved on from spying on them, but she knew Anna and Uncle Ernie were not that normal.

"So, what did your grandma do?"

"No one really knows, I mean it had to be good to make her so rich, but by the time my uncle Ernie was born, the eldest, she was already rich enough to sell whatever business she had and become a full-time parent."

"What about your grandpa?"

"He died before I was born."

"Oh."

They sat at the same table he had been at the day before; the chessboard was still in place. She began messing with the pieces, creating the game that always made her win, courtesy of her grandma.

"I didn't know you played."

"I too began at a very young age. I haven't really played since grandma died; she was my game partner. The only one that treated me like I was a human being." She sat down, remembering the hours she spent here when Nicole wasn't around, and everyone pretty much ignored her. "She was the only one that ever consoled me for losing my dad. Losing her was just one more box to check."

"I am sorry for your loss." He placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it gently, hoping to convey his sympathy.

"Yeah well, by how calm Anna looks right now I guess it won't be long before I join her, so we don't have to worry about that anymore."

He rolled his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. "So, what should we expect during this trivia night?"

"To lose, that's our safest bet."

"I don't really do losing."

"And all I do is lose, so I will be your guide this time."

The family had made their way inside, their excitement overflowing the room. She couldn't help but wish she could simply run for the hills. She knew the chances of them winning were null, because a) she needed to lose and b) Spencer and her hadn't known each other, really known each other long enough to be able to answer these questions. She wondered if that was the plan all along, that Anna somehow had found out about their lie and was using this as a means to expose it.

"Okay everybody, let's get started." Said, uncle Ernie. He wore the same clothes as their first day here. "Let us start with the competition. Since we have the newlyweds as well as the new couple in the family, I think they should make the honors."

She looked at Spencer and he smiled at her, she leaned closed and whispered. "Remember, to ease the monster, we need to lose, which shouldn't be hard, we're not even a real couple, there is no way we know enough about each other, right?"

He nodded and they both moved to the sofa that was designated as their spot, her uncle who now apparently served as the show host, handed Spencer and Tyler a buzzer, explaining whichever sounded first would get to answer the question. She mentally prepared herself, hoping she could answer enough questions to not raise suspicion but not enough to win the game, what a grand world that would be.

"Ready everybody?" everyone cheered in approval and she prepared herself. "This round is for the guys, once we finish you will pass the buzzer to your partner and at the end, we will have one round where either of you can answer. Now, the first question, what is your partner's Starbucks order?"

Spencer's buzzer went off as Tyler attempted to recall the memory. "It depends on the season. During winter and for as long as she can get it, it will be a Grande Peppermint Hot Chocolate, during the summer it will be no-coffee Double chocolate chip cookie crumble Grande Frappuccino with extra whipped cream, and no straw." She looked at him completely taken aback by his answer, how specific it was, and the fact that he knew she was a seasonal drinks person.

"Yeah, that's it." She spoke.

"Point for team FBI!" Her uncle cheered. "Next question, what is your partner's favorite color?"

His buzzer went off and the doctor spoke again, "Blue."

Ten questions later the scoreboard was 8-2, Spencer's lead, and the two questions he hadn't answered were because he decided that would be enough to lose. She didn't understand how he knew these things, or the fact that she knew what her answer for him would be, but what she did know, was that she had to be really bad in order to allow Anna to take the lead back, what she wasn't sure about anymore, was whether she wanted to let her cousin win.

"Ladies, you're up." Spencer handed her the buzzer and she smiled at him. "First question, how does your partner drink his coffee."

"That's easy. He doesn't drink coffee." She said soon after her buzzer went off. "He drinks sugar with a side of coffee, no creamer. Eighty percent sugar, twenty percent coffee."

"That is so mean to say! But it's true." Spencer agreed.

"How are you a doctor and drink so much sugar?"

"Not that kind of doctor." He clarified to the man.

"I have no idea what that means! Next question, what is the thing your partner is most proud of?"

"His job. Spencer loves helping people and using his knowledge to reunite families, he's the bravest guy I know." She smiled at him and he returned the gesture.

It was no surprise Anna was not content with the results, as the end was a 23-4 in favor of Spencer and her. As soon as the game was finished she knew that she had basically carved her own grave.

"That is not fair, they are not even really dating!" Her cousin screamed, "it's all a lie!"

"What?"

"Yeah, I know your little secret, I overheard you and Nicole talking about how Spencer was not really your boyfriend and how he didn't actually have dyslexia!"

"I-" She didn't know what to say, how had she not seen her? How could she let this happen?

"First of all, I think it is very inconsiderate of you to suggest that my dyslexia is not real. I have fought so hard for such a long time to ensure my condition didn't prevent me from succeeding, going as far as getting a Ph.D. in mathematics, for someone to simply come and question my hard work." Spencer said, seemingly very upset. "Second of all, this woman right here is the best thing that ever happened to me, and I will not sit here and tolerate you calling her a liar. We are in love with each other, and you as her cousin should be happy about it. Yet you seem so upset about her finding someone, it seems to me you're jealous, but what do I know, it's not like I can understand human behavior or anything. Oh, wait." He said, he took her hand and pulled her as close to him as she could. "Just leave my girlfriend alone, you took her sloppy second and married him, so what more can you want from her?"

The room fell silent, everyone eyed Spencer and Anna, trying to grasp what had just happened. "You and I both know you're lying, you two are not a real couple, you are just trying to ruin this weekend for me."

"Really, not a real couple? Then how did we end up destroying you at trivia? You made the questions Anna, I had no idea what was on them, you did. And I am not the one wearing a wedding ring. So my question is, how do you marry someone without knowing their proudest moment, or their Starbucks order?"

"Well, how come no one has ever seen you two kiss? You can learn facts about each other but that doesn't really make you a couple."

"You want to see a kiss? Fine." She turned and pulled Spencer's lips to hers. She let herself enjoy the moment, really enjoy Spencer's kissing skills, not because she wanted to or anything, but rather because that is how she should kiss him, there was no way anyone would have any doubt about them if the kiss looked authentic. Which it did, it also might have felt a little more authentic than it should but now was no the time to dwell on that.

Spencer kissed her back, creating an atmosphere in which her cousin's word didn't matter any longer, in which the humiliation her family had put her through was nothing worth thinking of, and the fact that both of them had such deep knowledge about each other only fueled it, melting her a little in her spot, she felt his teeth on her lower lip applying slight pressure and she couldn't help but wish they were by themselves right then and there.

"We get it! You guys want to take your clothes off, now please stop." Tyler's voice echoed, and the two doctors left each other's lips reluctantly, looking at him. "Now, can we please move on?"

"No! Not until they admit they are not really dating, and all this was a plot to humiliate me!" Anna screamed.

"You know what? I am not going to stand here and tolerate this behavior any longer. Bitchy Anna, you can whine all you want, but that will not change that I am with a man I love, and that loves me. I have let this family make me feel like less for long enough and I am done doing so. You can all go fuck yourselves because I am done with each and every single one of you. You allowed this crazy brat to humiliate me and treat me like I was less for long enough. Let's go home, Spencer." She grabbed him by the hand and exited the house, giving her family the middle finger before she banged the door. She walked to their cabin and gathered her stuff, him following suit. As soon as they were in the car and far enough away, she pulled over and sighed, coming down from her adrenaline rush.

"In the wise words of Penelope Garcia, that was hot," Spencer said.

"What was?"

"Everything." They laughed for a couple of minutes, the scene she had just created replaying in her mind. "I am so proud of you."

"Why? Because I gave my uncle Ernie the middle finger?"

"Because you stood up for yourself."

"Yeah, well even if she was right, I tend to get a little too angry when people call me a liar or get in my way."

"Yeah, I know." He chuckled, "How did it go, oh yes, 'Nu-uh bruh, I know you didn't just interrupt me mid-sentence.' And then you commented how a man who wore sweaters in the middle of July was not going to cut you off."

"I am so sorry about that; I was just so used to being cut off I didn't want it to be a thing at work."

"It's okay, I understand. I began cutting people off because that's what most people did to me when I spoke."

"Well, that's dumb. I love hearing your facts, you have all this knowledge, and you chose to share it, people should be grateful for it."

"Thank you, I appreciate that." He smiled, "Speaking of facts, our chances of getting murdered will increase by the minute if we continue to sit on the side of the road."

"Right, forgot about that!" She turned the car back on. "Let's go home, Spencer." As his apartment complex became clear, she slowed down, making a stop right in front of it. "Thank you for coming with me this weekend, I really appreciate it."

"No problem, that's what friends are for." Before he moved to get out of the car, she planted a quick kiss on his cheek. "What was that for?"

"For being the best fake boyfriend and real friend a girl could ask for." She smiled at him, so grateful for his existence. "I will see you tomorrow morning at 5:45 am sharp. Goodnight Spencer."

"Goodnight. See you tomorrow." He opened the door and walked out, waving to her before he entered his building. She sat there for a couple of minutes, taking in the past weekend. She knew her mother wouldn't let her get away with her actions, but right now that didn't matter, Spencer Reid had told her he was proud of her, he had even used the term hot which in itself was hot because she never even imagined he used that type of vocabulary.

Regardless, she stood up for herself, she let Anna have it, and Spencer was proud of her. It seemed like a win-win. She drove home, a smile on her face.

#spencer x y/n #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds #cm

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elsanna-shenanigans · 3 years ago

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August Contest Submission #16: The Transfer Student

Words: ca. 2,000 Setting: Modern AU Lemon: No CW: Bullying, arranged marriage, mild angst, talk of suicide

Elsa was a new student on Arendelli High in Tokyo, Japan. Despite her constant reminders to her parents that she didn’t need their help picking school, they had persisted, Elsa had had to give in eventually. The school was what Elsa expected it would be, full of very antagonistic, rich, spoiled brat students. She quickly rose to popularity which she kind of expected. Not only was she the heir of a well-known, rich CEO and granddaughter of a corporate empire, she was also conventionally seen as attractive, which had both perks and cons. One of the cons was being constantly bombarded by the popular kids as they tried to get her into one of their ‘exclusive clubs’, which she had to persistently decline.

Which earned her the title of ‘Snow Queen’ in no time at all. “As usual,” she sighed. “It’s like some sort of a tradition.”

This time she wasn’t going to just give up. She didn’t hate them, per se. She just couldn’t stand them. They were wildly immature, highly superficial if her overhearing their very loud gossip in the stall was any indication, back when she happened to be in one after helping to clean the bathroom. They also bullied the only person she actually wanted to get close to.

See, Elsa had a secret, just like everybody else, but this secret she cannot let anyone know. Not her parents nor her friends. Not if she can help it.

She’s into the same sex,

swings the other way,

flower napper,

gay for girls,

You get the idea.

The girl named Anna was from her class too, she was really smart and got a scholarship to the school, so she wasn’t from money, as Elsa heard from one of the gossips. That was why a lot of the superficial ones bullied her. Elsa fancied that the real reason they were so harsh on Anna was that she was more beautiful than them and they felt threatened by her beauty, it might actually be true. Elsa once bumped into her ‘accidentally’ at lunch and was about to talk to her and maybe invite her to coffee but the redhead only apologized profusely and excused herself.

Elsa felt guilty after that. She felt like she should be doing something to change this situation, she feared that the bullying might get to her one day. She wanted to do something for the girl so despite her hesitance she contacted someone she can even remotely consider her ‘friend.’

“Yellow?” Elsa sneered as soon as she heard his voice.

“Oh, Elsa I can hear your sneer from here, if you need something from me then you would have to be a bit nicer.”

Elsa conceded and breathed in. “Fine. I need your help with something… and yes I can hear your grin reaching from ear to ear here too.”

“Oh, dear Elsa. What might this help be? Is it something your Mommy and Daddy cannot solve for you?” Hans replied.

Elsa snapped at that comment. “You bring up my parents and I hang up,” she threatened.

Hans knew that she meant it. “Alright Snow Queen, tell me what has got your ire this time.”

“It’s not a what, it’s a who.”

“Already? You just moved in the school.” “It’s not that!” Elsa said, flabbergasted the situation that she was in. “I…I want to court someone.”

“Oh, so it’s that,” Hans replied, seemingly reminiscent.

Elsa doesn’t blame him. Sometime they forget that they’re more similar than they think, since Hans is gay too.

See here: Hans and Elsa were to be betrothed, and so both of them had hired investigators to follow each other and find a reason to cancel the marriage. This was how they had discovered each other’s secret which, oddly enough, is what got them to keep the arrangement, since if it came to it, they’d let each have more leeway or even a chance to pick who they really love. They decided they are both fine with that kind of arrangement since eventually they’ll give in to their parents’ request and they would rather end up with someone they can negotiate with.

“Can’t you just…I don’t know. Charm her or something, like talk about how you’re the daughter of great CEO and have a corporate empire or something?”

“Hans,” Elsa said, as she held the bridge of her nose, she’s just basically done. “I’m not like you, and it doesn’t work like that.”

“Hey, just throwing around ideas out here.” Hans defended himself. “Also it worked for me.”

“Well, I’m not like you. Prince Charming!” Elsa pointed out.

“Yeah, I wonder why? Miss Snow Queen!” Hans retorted. “Have you tried the ‘Accidental bump method?’”

“Yeah, and it didn’t work.” Elsa sighed, remembering how much it hadn’t worked. “It even kinda backfired.”

“Oof, a tough one huh. When did you get so picky?” Hans quipped.

Elsa sneered again. “I thought we’re here to, I dunno, help me court someone? Not judge my choices?”

“I know, I know. Sheesh…” Hans attempted to diffuse the situation. “Have you tried giving her a flower?”

“Ha Ha, that’s really stereotypical,” Elsa said.

Hans continued. “Look, Elsa. The goal here is to court someone, you kinda do need it to be stereotypical in a way or, if you prefer, predictable.”

“But it’s too obvious,” Elsa argued.

“That’s kind of the point.” Hans laughed. Then he was quiet for a while.

Elsa thought about what Hans said. He did, kinda, have a really good point, Elsa had to admit. If only he used that brain of his to do good things instead of just goofing around and causing mischief then she might actually like him, not too much though, Elsa still for sure preferred girls.

“Elsa, I gotta go,” Hans said a minute later. “Goodbye.”

“Goodbye, and thank you,” Elsa replied. It was at these times that Elsa was happy that she let him stick around.

Elsa followed Hans’ advice and went to buy flowers. She would have to be careful about this, else she might just be at the bullying end and she couldn’t help Anna that way. Though she does think there can be sort of a camaraderie in that, she prefers if it didn’t happen. Not if she can help it.

What she decided to go with was yellow crocus flowers, as they were apparently a great symbol of hope and joyfulness. Which was definitely the message she was looking to send. Winter will indeed end, spring will come again and life will go on.

She arranged them in a vase with water to keep it fresh and left it at Anna’s desk as they were going to class next morning.

However, Elsa didn’t get quite the expected reaction. Yes, students were talking about it when they saw it but they had sort of a look of dread in their face instead of curiosity and intrigue which worried Elsa. That can’t be good but it’s not as if she can undo it now. She needs to know what’s wrong, then it came to her. It was sort of a slow realization.

“What if the culture around flowers here in Japan is vastly different compared to where I’m from?” she thought and the gears on her head started to turn. She leaned in a bit to the other table and calmed herself enough to listen in to their conversation.

“Do you think the Gyaru girls did it?”

“No even they wouldn’t stoop this low.”

“What kind of asshole would tell someone to kill theirself?”

That was the last straw for Elsa, she is still confused as to how this all worked it but if it was bad enough that even the gyaru girls won’t do it then she’s royally fucked. She was going to remove it now no matter what, reputation be damned. Then Anna walked in and headed directly to her table, on when she reached the table did Anna notice the flowers. It was like scalding hot water being poured on her when Elsa watched Anna’s expression shift from bad to worse.

Anna went running out of the room. Elsa followed quickly after, determined to comfort her properly this time. Anna was fast walking and then running and Elsa almost couldn’t keep up with her. This was a very unfortunate day to wear heals. Elsa followed her to the rooftop expecting to see her sulking there, but what she saw was something else.

Anna was on the edge of the school rooftop, she had her shoes off and she looked like she was about to… no… nooo… please don’t do it, please don’t jump.

“Hey, don’t do it, please.” It just came out of Elsa’s mouth without her permission, but she was glad that it did.

“Let me be,” Anna replied, her voice full of resolution.

“It was me, I was the one who put the flower with the vase there. Whatever it meant, it was not my intention.” Anna looked at her like she had grown two heads but Elsa kept going, she had Anna’s attention now and that’s good. She’s also slowly getting closer to her as she spoke. To pull her away if needed.

“I didn’t… I just wanted it to be your hope in this trying times. I wanted to be…”

“You’re not just making this up to make me feel better?” Anna asked, still guarded.

“If you want to, I can show you exactly where I purchased the flowers and the vase but I can’t really do that unless you get down from there first.” Anna seemed to realized she was still outside the protective fence of the rooftop, she seemed to blush at the realization. Must be from the height, Elsa thought. Anna finally moved to get to a safer location and Elsa helped her. After she was safe and sound, Anna grabbed at Elsa’s hand. For the first time since Elsa got to the roof, Anna finally met her gaze.

“Then why didn’t you just tell me?”

Elsa looked into Anna’s eyes, she didn’t find any blame or sarcasm there, it was just genuine curiosity.

“I tried and I failed the first time, I guess…I should have just tried again.” The situation of the earlier encounter was finally getting to Elsa, crashing down on her like huge waves on an unassuming shore, she holds on tighter to Anna’s hand “I’m just, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Anna traces soothing circles on Elsa’s hand.

“But I almost killed you,” Elsa says to Anna. Anna reaches for her to remove the tear that fell from Elsa’s eyes.

“I’m also being stupid, to be fair, I wasn’t in a great place but still it’s a stupid move. I’m not saying you’re off the hook, just saying it wasn’t just you.” Anna patted Elsa’s back and it worked wonders. She breathed as she hears that and despite herself, she felt a bit of relief.

“What did it mean anyway? The flowers and the vase on the table?” Elsa asked after she had retrieved her handkerchief to clear her nose with. Her back turned to Anna as a polite gesture.

“It means the whole class wants you to be dead. It’s like sending someone a coffin while they are still alive.” Anna replied.

“Oh…that’s,” Elsa started to say, “kind of morbid.” she thought outloud and Anna nodded to her in agreement.

“I think I should be more careful about this, culture difference and knowing the norms in this place.” Elsa concluded, still a bit guilt-ridden over what happened.

“It’s fine, you were new so you didn’t know. Now you know what not to do next time.” Anna replied to Elsa, and then she flashed a smile to her direction, “Like I said, still not off the hook though,” she reminded her. “You still need to make it up to me.” Elsa didn’t get it at first but when she did, she blushed profusely. She didn’t want to misunderstand more things but she’ll be damned if she doesn’t take this opportunity “So uhh…coffee?”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t pass on that, but I prefer hot chocolate.”

“Me too.”

#elsanna #submission #august 2021 contest #prompt: flowers #cw: bullying #cw: arranged marriage #CW: talk of suicide #CW: mild angst

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an-angels-blessing · 3 years ago

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Performance of Our Lives

Song🐣🎵- Sit Still Look Pretty,

Artist🤸‍♂️🎤- Barrett Wilbert Weed, Grey Henson

Warnings😳⛔- Fluff, Embarrassed Kageyama

Prompt🥺🔥- N/A

“There will be a five minute intermission between performances.” After hearing that announcement, I continued pacing faster as the nervousness grew. I suddenly felt a hand on my own stopping me from moving. “Come on, you’re going to be great, especially when you look like that. There is no way he won’t be looking at you.” The smaller one wore the biggest smile. It seemed to instantly calm my nerves, I was hot and I knew that I was. A smile started to form on my face and the nervousness casually disappeared. “You wanna talk about me, look at you Shoyo. If only you were straight.” We both sit there for a moment, taking in my previous words before we both bust into a fit of laughter. “I love you Angel.” I heard him say while calming down, his face was now serious, and I knew exactly why. “I love you too Shoyo, now let's show him what it means to be a queen.” He pulls me in for a long hug, one that we both definitely needed. “Okay, today we have the amazing opportunity to introduce, straight out of Mijagi, Angel Ace.”

As soon as I hear that, I let go of Shoyo and walk out on stage, as soon as I do the crowd erupts into cheers making me smile. I grab the microphone from the DJ, looking out to the crowd to see 200 people easily, but of those 200, I spot the Karasuno volleyball team almost instantly. “Hi everyone, I know I just got off tour to focus on school, but you can’t forget where you came from right?” I point the mic towards the crowd to hear dozens of people screaming ‘yes.’ I giggle slightly before holding the microphone back to my lips. “So, I wrote two new songs. And you all are going to be the first to hear it, is that okay with you?” Yet again came dozens of responses from the crowd. “First, can everyone do something for me? I invited a few of my friends, can you all clear a path for them to be in the front?” I point at the team and the spotlight is instantly placed on them. The crowd parted like the red sea, giving them a direct path to the stage. Kageyama was the first to move, with a smug look on his face, if only he knew. The rest of the team followed, and before too long they were directly below me. I bend down slightly to talk to them, Suga was the first to talk. “Do you see Hinata, he said he was here.” I could hear the concern in his voice, it made me laugh internally but I had to play it off. “The tiny one with orange hair? I think he went to the bathroom.” Suga nods his head in satisfaction and I stand back up preparing to start. “This song goes out to my lovely boyfriend.” I send Kageyama a smile and motion for the DJ to start the track.

“Could dress up, to get love, but guess what? I'm never gonna be that girl who's living in a Barbie world. Could wake up, in make up, and play dumb, pretending that I need a boy, who's gonna treat me like a toy” As I start singing I could see the confusing in Tobio’s face start to sink in, “I know the other girls wanna wear expensive things, like diamond rings. But I don't wanna be the puppet that you're playing on a string.” I take off my promise ring that he got for our 2 year anniversary and throw it at him, the rest of the team look at him confused and dazed at my action. I haven’t taken that ring off since he bought it for me, not even when I was overseas on tour.

“This queen don't need a king” I can slightly hear Kei snicker and whisper to Tobio about my use of the word king. “Oh, I don't know what you've been told, but this girl right here's gonna rule the world. Yeah, that's where I'm gonna be because I wanna be. No, I don't wanna sit still, look pretty” I pick up a crown from off the stage and lean down to place it on Tobio’s head before tilting it to make it crooked. “You get off on your 9 to 5, dream of picket fences and trophy wives. But no, I'm never gonna be 'cause I don't wanna be. No, I don't wanna sit still look pretty” I back up and walk towards the curtain, I grab Shoyo’s hand and pull him on stage, he looks at me with confusion. “This wasn’t part of the plan.” I smirk at him as I hear gasps from the crowd, but mostly from the team. “Yes it was, now sing. I know you know the lyrics.” I smirk at him before motioning towards the team and handing him the mic, he seems to stop on Tobio before gaining some confidence and singing. “Mr. Right could be nice, for one night, but then he wanna take control. And I would rather fly solo” He starts off pretty shaky, but when we lock eyes he starts to get the feel of the music.

I start clapping and dancing to the music, the crowd seems to get my flow and follows along with me. The looks on the team’s faces makes me laugh, Shoyo suddenly grabs my hand and dances with me, both of our skirts flying up and down. “That Snow White, she did it right in her life. Had 7 men to do the chores 'cause that's not what a lady's for.” The music starts getting louder and we both start getting a music high, forgetting that anyone was even there. “The only thing that a boy's gonna give a girl for free's captivity. And I might love me some vanilla but I'm not that sugar sweet. Call me HBIC” When he finished that line, the whole crowd went wild, we both shared a mutual glance and decided to finish the song together.

When we finished the song, the whole crowd was yelling and shouting my name. When the music finally stopped all the lights went off and the two of us went behind the curtain. I could hear the groans and complaints from behind the curtain, one of the tech crew took the microphone and put a headset microphone on me and Shoyo. “You thought that was it?” The crowd heard my voice and started going crazy. I started changing with Shoyo into my other outfit, but the crowd shouldn’t be left alone. I learned that after 6 years of touring and entertaining, the crowd should never be bored. “I have one more thing to do, well actually two.” Shoyo and I are almost finished getting dressed, so let’s introduce the next song. “Ok. girls, gay’s, they’s and overall Queens. We don’t need a king to be happy.” We finally are done getting dressed and we are right in front of the curtain. “But, love is a beautiful thing, so if you find the one, hold them close. We don’t need a king, but it never hurts to have one.” I grab Shoyo’s hand and walk out onto the stage. As soon as the crowd sees us, they start screaming thinking that we are dating or something.

I could see the smug look on Tobio’s face when he sees the crown I’m wearing, and of course they match. That was the plan, I pull Shoyo towards me as we take center stage. “This, my adoring fans, is Hinata Shoyo. My best friend, he is a queen yet I can not call him mine because he sadly belongs to someone else.” I fake sadness, turning my head away from him. I can feel him laughing because I’m still holding his hand, this causes me to laugh as well. When I turn back to the crowd I see that Tobio’s smug look is now full of horror. I let go of Shoyo and move towards the front of the stage, I put my hand out to Tobio, he hesitantly takes my hand and I pull him up on stage. I manage to force him to stand center stage between Shoyo and me. “And this is our ex-boyfriend. Kageyama Tobio. Cute, isn’t he?” They seem to be able to sense the sarcasm in my voice and stayed silent. Shoyo speaks next, continuing my little monologue. “By ex, she means that he dated us at the same time, and it almost worked.” Everything goes silent, as they don’t know where we’re going with this. “Yet, what he didn’t know is that we… are twins.” At that very moment, nothing could be heard except screams and gasps. “We don’t look the same, because of course we’re fraternal. And she dyes her hair.” Both of our smiles widen and we turn towards Tobio. “This final song ISN'T dedicated to you, but two very special people in this room.” Shoyo looks at me when I speak first, yet I maintain my innocent smile. “I will be taking this, thank you for holding it Tobio-chan~” His nickname comes out mockingly as I take the crown off of his head. I walk over to Shoyo and take the crown off his head as well before placing a tiara on top, “Perfect, now where are our Prince Charmings.” When I finish my sentence, the music starts playing on que.

“Boys seem to like th e girls who laugh at anything. The ones who get undressed before the second date” I start singing and push Tobio towards the front of the stage but not far enough so he would fall. He quickly gets the hint and gets off the stage and joining the others. “Girls seem to like the boys who don't appreciate, all the money and the time that it takes.” I hear Shoto start singing and I turn around to look him in the face, smiling at his confidence. “To be fly as a mother. Got my both eyes out for Mr. Right. Guessing now I just don't know where to find them. But I hope they all come out tonight” He sees me looking at him and shrugs his shoulders, but as soon as he finishes that last line he smiles wide. “Where do the good boys go to hide away, hide away? I'm a good, good girl who needs a little company. Looking high and low, someone let me know. Where do the good boys go to hide away, hide away?” We decided to sing this part together, he ran up to me and jumped on my back causing me to laugh. We might be twins, but he’s still shorter than me. “Boys seem to like the girls who like to kiss and tell” I put him down and kiss his cheek when he sings this part. “Talking them up about things that do so well” I sing the next part, taking his hand and spinning him. “I'd rather find a boy who is down for the chase. Putting in the time that it takes to be fly as a mother.” I stop him in front of the stage and wink towards his obvious crush, he won’t admit it but the blush on his face says enough. “To supply all of my heart's demands. Suit and tie 'cause undercover, he's gonna save my life like superman” I walk behind Shoyo while he sings this part, I place my hands on his shoulders and point him in the direction of the team. “Where do the good boys go to hide away, hide away? I'm a good, good girl who needs a little company. Looking high and low, someone let me know. Where do the good boys go to hide away, hide away?” I smirk at Shoto as we both sing this together, he raises an eyebrow at me.

I walk over to the end of the stage and reach my hand out once again, but not to Tobio, to Kei. “Tell me where the good boys go. Tell me where the good boys go. Tell me where the good boys go” Shoyo starts singing nervously, but still good nonetheless, Kei takes my hand and I pull him up on stage with us. I start clapping along to the beat and the crowd follows me before I cover my mic and whisper to him, “Go to your princess.” He widens his eyes at me, but I simply motion to Shoyo before smirking at him. “Will somebody tell me, tell me” I hear Shoyo finish the line and I push Kei over to him, I could lightly hear Kei say, “I’m right here.” A light smile appears on my face, but I quickly regain my focus on the crowd. “Tell me where the good boys go. Tell me where the good boys go. Tell me where the good boys go. Tell me where the good boys go” I continue clapping, but I can hear light “oos” from the crowd. I turn around to see Shoyo and Kei kissing. I walk over to them, still singing, and place a crown on Kei’s head. “Where do the good boys go to hide away, hide away. I'm a good, good girl who needs a little company. Looking high and low, someone let me know” Shoyo surprises me and starts singing, I chuckle slightly and sing with him. He catches my attention and motions towards the group, my eyes widen and he smirks at me. “Where do the good boys go to hide away, hide away. Hide away, hide away. Hide away, hide away” I give in and walk towards the end of the stage, touching a few fans' hands as I pass by. Instead of pulling someone up, I jump off the stage into our group of friends. “Looking high and low, someone let me know” I look back up at Shoyo and Kei and he nods at me, I let out a deep sigh and get ready to sing the next line. I grab Asahi’s head and place my lips on his, I can feel him tense for a moment before relaxing. He kisses me back, grabbing my waist and pulling me towards him.

When we finally break for air he places his forehead on mine. “Where do the good boys go to hide away, hide away” My voice fades out as I look him in the eyes, then the whole club goes dark as he turns the lights off. While in this darkness, I manage to place the crown in my hand on his head before kissing him again. This one full of passion and longing, I pull away and grab his hand and pull him on stage with me. The lights turn back on as we walk towards Shoyo and Kei, all I can hear are screams and cheers from the crowd but I let go of Asahi, completely ignoring the crowd at the moment. I grab Shoyo and we hug each other, this one I’ve waited 3 years to do. “If he hurts you, I will kill him. I don’t care that he’s my best friend.” I can feel him chuckle slightly as he hugs me harder as soon as I finish talking. “I could say the same. But it’s Asahi-senpai.” As soon as those words leave his mouth I almost break down into tears but we have a show to finish. We both pull away but grab each other’s hand and walk center stage and take a bow. “Sorry babes, but this is the end of the show.” I hear dozens of groans and ‘no’ come from the crowd, which only makes me smile. “We both have school on Monday, but she has a LOT to catch up on.” Shoyo continues my sentence and pulls me in for a side hug, “But remember, it is never too late to find your king,” “Or queen.” Shoyo finishes my sentence as we both turn around and grab Asahi’s and Kei’s hand. “If you ever want to see us,” Shoyo starts motioning for me to finish. “Look for this dynamic duo playing volleyball at Karasuno,” I wink at the crowd once more before we all turn around to face the curtain. “This was fun, but we have to go. Bye” We say together as we walk off the stage and the club goes dark once again.

Masterlist

#Haikyuu #Asahi x reader #song stories #hinata shoyo #asahi azumane

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princecupcakee · 5 years ago

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Three Times | Reddie

AO3

Pairing: Richie Tozier/Eddie Kaspbrak

Word Count: 1,599 words

Summary: Three times. Richie had tried to tell Eddie how much he loves him three times. The two times it failed, and the one time he did it.

III

‘No no no,’ Richie panicked, tears falling faster and faster down his cheeks. “He’s still in there! We have to help him!” The man screamed, struggling to get from his friends’ grips. A sudden surge of strength took his body and pushed his friends aside, running back into the crashing house. It was crumbling and it was crumbling quickly.

“Richie, no!” He heard the other Losers say. He ignored them. He had already lost one Loser, he refused to lose two.

‘Get to Eddie. Get to Eddie. Get to Eddie.’ Richie chanted. He felt no fear running and dodging inside of the house. He needed Eddie and he won’t be going anywhere without him. Not again. He could barely feel the scrapes on his arms and legs caused by the wood crashing onto him. ‘Tell him you love him. Tell him you love him. Tell him you love him.’ He sobbed repeatedly. He made a promise to himself, he would tell Eddie everything once they’ve left the damned house. And he is going to do it. This isn’t his first time trying to tell Eddie how he feels. This is actually the third time. And hopefully the successful one.

He needed Eddie alive. He didn’t see life the way it's supposed to be without him.

Richie looked at himself in the mirror, his hands brushing around his hair trying to tame it. ‘Today is the day, Tozier. You’re going to tell Eddie you love him,’ he said to himself. He had planned everything out. On Eddie’s fourteenth birthday, the Losers would meet up at the Quarry and he would run a bit late (so that everyone’s attention wouldn’t be on him and they would all be doing something else already.) He would go there looking all handsome and perfect, holding a bouquet of flowers. Eddie wouldn’t know about that though, as he would be hiding them in some of the bushes. While all the other Losers were playing something in the water, he would be alone with Eddie giving him his gifts and then confessing to him his undying love. Then, Eddie would smile at him, call him stupid and they would make out behind a bush. At least, that was the plan.

He had already gotten the flowers and the perfect outfit. Ripped-but-not-so-ripped jeans, a nice plain shirt and a nice denim jacket with flowers printed on its sleeves. He even got contacts. Richie was clearly overthinking everything. He spent five minutes debating whether or not to ride his bike to the Quarry. He was afraid that if he rode his bike, it would mess up his outfit, but if he walked there he would be all sweaty and gross, and Eddie wouldn’t like that. He ended up riding his bike excruciatingly slowly.

He got there 30 minutes late —later than he wanted— and carefully placed the flowers behind a bush. He took a deep breath and walked over to the group, masking his nervousness with a smile. ‘Fuck, shit, no,’ Richie worried. The group wasn’t playing in the water, they were all together paying very close attention to each other. Of course, he came during a game of truth or dare. “Eddie! Truth or dare?” Bev asked, smirking.

“Truth,” Eddie replied. Richie just took a seat beside the asthmatic boy, pretending to give a shit. All he really wanted was to kiss him already.

“Who do you have a crush on?”

“Oh, um… h- she uh, you don’t know…her,” Eddie said embarrassed.

Richie’s heart raced. ‘her? Of fucking course, it's a 'her'! What the hell were you thinking? You thought you could kiss him? Nice try, Tozier, your little crush is fucking straight!’

He then decided against his plan. He just wouldn’t tell Eddie. But before he left, he glanced back at the flowers with a sad look on his face.

III

The man in glasses sprinted back to where he left the love of his life, tears pouring from the poor man’s face. With a sharp turn, he saw him. “Eddie,” he said to himself breathlessly. He ran faster than he ever did before with no time to spare his arms reached out in front of him. ‘Just a little closer’ He reached. Then, a cracking sound could be heard above him, and everything went black.

The second time Richie tried to confess to his best friend was unplanned. All the other Losers had left the Clubhouse to go home and only Richie and Eddie were there. Richie, because, he’s Richie and Eddie because he was mad at his mother. The plan was that Eddie would stay over at Richie’s house for the night because of this ‘fight’.

Eddie was going to come out to his mom that afternoon. He was going to tell her that liked boys, and girls, tell her that he would love both genders. But right before he said, ‘I’m Bisexual’ his mother cursed at ‘the fags’ saying that they messed up the world with same-sex love. Eddie didn’t say anything after that, just picked up his things and told his mother that he was meeting up with his friends. Eddie ranted to the Losers after that, angry and disappointed. Richie extremely angry, offering to go to Eddie’s house and give his mother a piece of his mind.

The day went on, and everything had calmed down, and Richie and Eddie stayed back. They played on the hammock together and somehow got to the conversation of the future.

“I wish we could leave Derry already,” Eddie said dreamily.

“We?”

Eddie, without Richie noticing, blushed, “If I leave, I want you to come with me. If that's okay with you,”

“Of course, Eddie,” It was rare that Richie didn’t use some ridiculous nickname and used Eddie’s full name instead. Only Eddie ever got to see this, the calmer side of Richie’s obvious character.

As Eddie sat on the hammock appreciating Richie’s support, Richie was panicking. ‘I love you, Eddie. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I’ll follow you wherever you go.’ The words were so close to falling out of Richie’s tongue, so close to telling Eddie how much he meant to him.

“I-“ Richie nervously began.

“We should head back- oh. Were you going to say something?” Eddie asked after cutting Richie off accidentally.

“I- uh… no. We can go to my house now,” Richie smiled.

III

Richie could feel nothing. But he could also feel everything. It didn’t make sense to him either. He isn’t sure where he is, it just feels like he’s floating. He worried that he was caught in the deadlights, but something felt different about this. “Rich?” Richie looked back, his heart swelling. He could barely contain himself as he ran at Eddie, arms wrapped around each other almost immediately. “What are you- where are we?”

“Dead.”

“Excuse me?” Richie asked confused.

“We’re dead. I was surprised at first too, I had no idea where I was, but it made sense after watching you running to my dead body,” Eddie’s voice was soft in an angry sort of way. “Why the hell did you come back? You- your dead now! You shouldn't have come back for me! You could have-“

“I love you,” Richie said quickly, feeling his chest tighten. ‘Okay, dipshit. That was fucking garbage. You had two chances to them perfectly before and you didn’t do it. Now you cut him off while he’s mad at you and you’re apparently dead? The fuck?’ Richie mentally scolded himself.

“What?”

“I- I love you?” It came out more like a question. He took a deep breath, "I love you. I have been in love with you since we were kids. I wanted to tell you I just never really-“

“You fucking tell me now, dipshit!? Was I not obvious enough for you? I fucking ran to you for everything? I fucking love you, Richie, but holy shit, you are so unbelievably stupid! You could’ve, maybe, I don’t know, tell me when we were alive?!” Eddie ranted.

“I don’t… understand?”

Eddie took a deep breath, “I love you. You are stupid. You are idiocy. You have no brain. Not a single brain cell,” Eddie said slowly, sarcasm on every word.

Richie just stood there, confused. “You could’ve, you know told me when we were actually alive and not dead. Because I love you, and you are a dumbfuck,”

“Can I kiss you?” Is the only thing Richie had the strength to say.

“Oh my god, you are so fucking dumb!” Eddie shouted, grabbing the collar of Richie’s shirt and kissing him. Richie instantly kissed back, not bothered by the fact that Eddie called him stupid multiple times. He’s used to it anyway.

They pulled away eyes locked and smiles painted on their faces (well Richie’s was goofier while Eddie’s was a little stricter seeing as Richie couldn’t catch on no matter how many times he tried.) “I love you,” Richie said finally, unsure what else to say.

“I love you, too, dipshit,” Eddie smiled.

Just like that, Richie’s former enthusiasm returned, his grin widening and his eyes sparkling. “Holy shit! I just got Eddie Kaspbrak, assholes!” Richie screamed to no one, “Eddie, baby, we gotta get the other Losers here too. We can’t have our gay wedding without them,” Richie smiled pulling Eddie close.

“I just kissed you, asshole,”

Richie, ignoring him, “I feel like it should be huge, you know what I mean? Like, titanic and rainbows everywhere,” Richie smiled at Eddie. Eddie just laughed.

#reddie #reddie oneshot #it #it chap two #it chap one #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak

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sleepless-in-starbucks · 5 years ago

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Raindrops

Read on Ao3 Based on this post from @blinksinbewilderment

Summary: Virgil's cold, Logan’s helpful, and it happens to be raining outside.

Warnings: Touch-starvation (which we’re pretending can become serious after a week), mostly just gays being snuggly

Pairing: Analogical

Virgil was having a bad day.

The day had been long, his teachers had been more idiotic than usual, he had a small mountain of papers as homework, and Patton had been gone a week on vacation. Which meant along with school stress, he wasn’t even getting any hugs, which made him cold and irritable. Of course, the obvious solution to this problem was to get hugs from someone else.

But Roman was busy with the fall play, so Virgil wasn’t going to annoy him. And his roommate, Logan (who he most certainly did not have a crush on), wasn’t very touchy.

So it seemed he was just going to die waiting for Patton to come back. This was the only way to deal with the problem. At least it would get him out of the three page essay he had to write for english.

An essay he had been staring at for an hour without doing anything about. He was just too distracted to do anything. It was too rainy outside for him to make a walk to Starbucks, which meant he had no coffee, which meant there was nothing to warm the cold void inside his stomach, which meant he was shivering despite the heavy hoodie he was trying to pretend was as heavy as Patton when he was holding Virgil.

It also meant the sleep he hadn’t been bothering to catch up on for the last two nights was slinking into the corners of his mind and trying to convince him taking a nap on his desk right in front of Logan was a good idea.

“Virgil?”

Virgil flinched hard enough to knock his pencil off his desk, caught off-guard by Logan, who had been silent the entire afternoon. He glanced down at the fallen writing utensil before deciding attempting to pick it up had a high chance of causing him to fall out of the chair. He moved his gaze over to Logan. “Yes?”

“Are you alright?” Logan asked, closing his book to focus his frown on Virgil. “You seem to be… not fully here.”

Virgil waved a dismissive hand. “It’s alright, specs, no need to worry. I’m just a little tired. English’s too boring to focus on, anyways.”

Logan’s frown didn’t go away. “Are you sure that is all that is bothering you?” He asked. Virgil sighed internally. Why did he have to get such a perceptive roommate?

Drumming his fingers on his desk, Virgil chose to go with the approach most likely to fly over Logan’s head: sarcasm.

“Oh, you know how it is.” He started, keeping his tone light. “When you just really wanna hold someone’s hand, wanna be snuggly, wanna be held tight while they rest their chin on your head.”

He put stress on the actual touching actions, hoping the over-dramatic tone hid his deep desire to genuinely do them.

Logan placed his book down, his worry somehow even more increased. Seems the sarcasm didn’t work.

“Virgil, it sounds like you are quite possibly touch-starved. When’s the last time you participated in human contact?”

He sounded… really serious. Virgil wasn’t expecting that, and he answered honestly, “I, uh, I guess not since Patton left for his trip?”

“A week ago?”

“Yeah…?” Virgil responded, not liking the concerned face Logan refused to drop. He turned back to his barely touched essay. “It’s fine, Lo, really; I just-”

Apparently, Virgil was more out of it then he thought, given he hadn’t even heard Logan get off his bed or walk over. But Logan definitely had, if the arms now wrapped around him meant anything.

He stiffened in surprise, and the arms around him loosed in response.

“Apologies if this makes you uncomfortable, Virgil. I can go find someone else you would be more comfortable with, if you wish, but given the possible long-term effects of touch-starvation, I cannot figuratively or literally ‘stand by.’”

“I, uh,” Virgil coughed, trying to cover the waver his voice had mysteriously gotten now that there was something warm and heavy and human leaning on him, “I’m good. If you don’t mind, of course, I don’t want to impose or-”

“I assure you Virgil, I am perfectly content with this.” Logan replied before Virgil could continue, his own tone calming and assured. “Human touch and contact is as necessary to our optimal survival as eating. I am not at all uncomfortable with providing it.”

“Oh… okay.” Virgil mumbled. “If you’re sure.”

Logan hummed in affirmation, before asking, “Do you mind if we move? This position is less than constructive towards the well-being of my back.”

For the first time since he had come over, Virgil looked at Logan. The other student was awkwardly half-crouching to be on the right level to hug Virgil.

“Oh, eek, yeah we can move. Do you want to sit on the floor, or…?”

“I believe our beds would be substantially more enjoyable to rest on.”

“That… that makes more sense.” Virgil admitted sheepishly. He wasn’t going to mention the fact that bed had been his first thought as well, one he didn’t want to voice in case Logan thought he was being weird.

Logan let go of Virgil, giving Virgil a few seconds to miss the loss of warmth before he took his hand, gently tugging him out of his chair and towards Logan’s bed.

“We can lay on your bed if you’d prefer, but given the state of it…” Logan trailed off, glancing at Virgil’s clothes covered bed.

“Your bed’s fine.” Virgil said, watching as Logan took his book off and slipped it back into his backpack.

Logan hesitated a moment, glancing at Virgil apologetically. “Would you mind removing your hoodie?”

“What? Why?”

“Skin-to-skin contact better works to reverse the effects of touch-starvation.” Logan answered. “Numerous studies have concluded that skin-to-skin contact benefits not only infants, but humans of all ages. It can help to relax, calm, and de-stress.”

“Oh.” Virgil replied mildly before nodding. “Alright.” He regrettable let go of Logan’s hand and pulled off his hoodie. He tried to ignore the way Logan was pretending to not be staring.

Not that Logan had any reason to be staring. It wasn’t like he was always wearing his hoodie. Just in the winter and fall. And spring. And summer. And inside. And while lifting (to settle a year-long bet). And while on trips. Sometimes while sleeping. He had gotten into the bath with it on twice as a joke. Taken more showers in it than he’d care to admit.

Alright, so maybe he wore it a lot. Sue him. It still wouldn’t make any sense for Logan to be so clearly not looking at him (and still sometimes glancing back, like he was stealing a look).

“I, um, I’m ready if you are.” Virgil said, cringing immediately at how awkward it sounded. Didn’t help he felt practically naked in just his black t-shirt. Or that Logan was acting like he wasn’t looking at him.

Logan coughed, seemingly startled, before responding, “I am also ready.”

Great. They were both feeling awkward now. At least it was even playing fields, Virgil decided.

After another moment of standing in uneasy silence, Logan laid down on the bed, shifting a little to get as comfortable as possible before he lifted an arm, clearly beckoning Virgil to join him.

Virgil didn’t react for a moment, biting his tongue and starting to regret this decision. This was weird, wasn’t it? To just casually cuddle with your roommate/crush? Who was likely just doing it to stop you from hurting yourself due to biological crap?

But then he shivered, still feeling unnaturally cold, and any resolve he might have had crumbled. He climbed into the bed, rolling over so his back was to Logan, waiting for the other to have an objection to it.

Logan didn’t say anything, however; he simply scooted a little bit forward so he could wrap his arms around Virgil, pressing against his back. He even tucked his chin over Virgil’s head.

“Is this adequate?” Logan asked, softly. Virgil didn’t respond at first, too focused on the fact that Logan was right there and warm and holding him and damnit why had he never asked for a hug from Logan before, this was really nice and-

“Virgil?”

Oh. Yeah. Words communicated things. Not just thoughts.

“Yeah, it’s uh… it’s great.” Virgil answered.

Logan hummed, the vibrations in his chest soothing against Virgil’s back. “Good.”

They lapsed into silence after that, Virgil gradually curling closer into Logan while listening to the raindrops drum against the window. After his mind finally got out of its loop of warm safe good perfect, everything was calm and relaxing, his eyelids fluttering as he fought to not fall asleep. It was nice.

Until his brain unhelpfully turned back on to point out the fact that warm safe good perfect was his crush. This would have been problematic for a full-functioning being. For Virgil, however, who was half a beat away from falling asleep, it was disastrous.

Because a sleepy Virgil? That was a shameless Virgil.

“You know a lot about this touch-starvation stuff.” He mumbled, breaking the silence.

“It has come up in a few research projects.”

“Mmmhmmm. So you’d be able to answer most questions about it, yeah?”

“Most, yes.” Logan replied non-committedly. “Why, do you have any?”

“Just one.” Virgil shifted so that he was partially facing Logan. “Can lips get touch-starved?”

“It’s not an area that touch-starvation research has really looked into, so I can’t give you a definite answer.” Logan responded, face neutral. Virgil thought he’d have to be more obvious when Logan smirked and added, “If it concerns you, however, we could always take preventive measures.”

“Oh, really?” Virgil asked coyly. “And what might those be?”

Logan’s answer wasn’t verbal.

Virgil pulled away from the kiss after a minute, rolling over more so that he was fully facing Logan. He wrapped his arms around him before squishing his face into the crook of Logan’s neck, quickly losing the battle against going to sleep.

“We should cuddle more often.” He mumbled, his eyes fluttering shut as he did so, no longer having any resolve to keep them open.

Logan chuckled, nestling his chin back on top of Virgil’s head before responding, “Yes, I think we should.”

It was the last thing Virgil heard before he drifted off to sleep, happily snuggled in the embrace of the man he loved, raindrops still pattering on the window.

#ts logan #ts virgil #analogical #fanfiction #fanfic #sander sides #ts sides #a disclaimer:#platonic snuggling super normal and you should do it #that was meant to be the point of this fic #but then #the pick-up lines attacked #and I am weak #blink #starlight

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chromium7sky · 6 years ago

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Damirae week day 6: truth or dare| it’s obvious

A/n: The last part for ‘I’m a sucker’ series. Enjoy!!!

" Where... Am I again? " she puzzled as soon as she wakes up. She's not in her apartment again rather in a huge room, looks like hotel suite, with plushie stacked with her on the bed. There's a monitor beeping next to her showing the heart rate, blood pressure and oxygen level.

Slowly she got up, adjusting her vision as she rub her eyes. "I'm already dead am I? " when she get a clearer view. This is certainly not her or Damian's apartment. She tried to move her arm and she realise there's something poking at her arm. "I... V?? " she lift it up to see it clearly.

Still traumatise with yesterday incident she pulled the line including Monitor detector clipped to her finger. The monitor blared with alarm as it looses their detection sensor to her. "Oh, shit. " Quickly, she goes under the blanket.

Her mind were racing, thinking what how to escape from this unfamiliar room. She heard someone open the door, in rush manner as if they were in a hurry.

Ever since after she display her new ability, her sense are heightened, she beable to FOREFELT someone's aura either by her vision or feel.

This aura she felt is in alarming, a rush, is that worry? Still... Without any futher thought, she grab anything she could to become her weapon incase something happens. As soon as that person pull the blanket, her first instinct is to smacked them hard until they fell on the floor and yet, she DID.

Both of them fall, with Raven on top as advantage she tried to hit them with her pillow and....

"This is not the time for another pillow fight , Raven!" that person held her weapon with one hand.

"Damian?!! "

Damian frowned as he grab her pillow and put it away. " You think this absurd thing could kill me? " he scoffed.

Raven grab another pillow then smack to his chest. " You. Won't. Understand. How. I. feel. After. All. I. Have. Been!" she punctuated every word with pillow smack.

Damian annoyed grab the pillow then pulled her towards him as he wrapped his arm around her. "I know. " he whispered.

"What? "

"That why I bought you here. " he muttered as his hands rub her arms.

Raven never felt like this before. For once, her mother does hug her like this after she's having nightmare but now... Her fake boyfriend pull up the same comfort hug. Warm and ensuring. How she wish they weren't in fake relationship at all. She sighed and lay her head on his chest.

"I heard something. Is everything o.." Someone open the door and stuttered. Damian and Raven both look at the entrance and saw Dick who is gasping as he saw their position.

"Dick, could you atleast be... " then Jason came from behind as he follow the eldest.

"Damian, the condom is in the drawer if you want to use it. " Jason barefaced point out at the drawer near the cabinet as he witness the awkward situation.

"What the..No! We were just...Talk!" Damian shouted in denial. Raven who is now in deep red quickly remove herself from him and sit on the bed, hugging her knees close to her chest.

"I'm...I'm sorry for all the rukus. " Raven said timidly as she apologise.

"No.. No... It's okay. " said Dick as he tried to coax her in a friendly. He still presume Raven were trying to recover from the traumatic experience she has before.

Damian rise as he put both of his hand aside to support his body weight while he looked at her. "You were having a hard time. I want you to rest to your fully recovery. " he speak and Raven could feel his concern within the words.

"Ah... I will. But how about the... "

"Already call them. Said you were having difficulties. " Damian closed his eyes as he recall.

"That means I have to extend my semester?" Raven closed her mouth. O dear.

"Your safety is my priority." Damian's eye getting darker. " With your power, people might use you as your advantage and I will not let it happen. "

"Now, you sound like my mother, DEAR. " Raven comment him with sarcasm. Damian sneered at her but quickly distracted by Dick and Jason laughing.

"Awww...they were love quarreling. "

"We are not... " Damian's word interrupt as soon as Dick put his hand around his shoulder.

"Don't worry little D, Jason and Cass will teach her a few tricks for self defense. " Dick winked at him but Damian groaned as he heard it.

"I doubt it. " he spit his word like acid.

**********

It's been days she's staying in the manor, she met Alfred, hanging out with the other batfam and met the big man of the house, Bruce Wayne.

At first, Bruce asked hundreds of question to Raven and about Raven to the batfam especially to Damian, The young man having his hard time to answer especially when involve in relations.

Raven can't deny, the man itself having problem in trusting people in his life but she could feel when he accept the batfam, he has put his trust in every of his 'children' including his old and wise guardian, Alfred Pennyworth.

One week is enough for her to stay, Jason and Cass have give her the basic knowledge how to self defense, scoffed by Damian who later teach her how to do arm lock or neck lock by using either handbag strap or tie, he even told her ", Anything can be your weapon." Raven could see his evil smirk. Perhaps, his old habit as an assassin?

A new week is around the corner, she told Damian that she need to be in her apartment because she need attend her classes that she missed. Damian nodded as he listen, he said by next week he'll send her back to the apartment.

*******

"Have you heard about Raven?"

"Yeah, she wants to go back to apartment after this weekend. " said Babs as she tidy up her close case.

"That soon? But we still haven't got the time to bring her along during patrol!" Steph, frustrated as she landed on the couch.

"What patrol? We haven't got girl's night! " Babs sighed as she sip her coffee.

Jason walked in as he sit on the couch switched on the plasma tv with remote.

"What's sup, Jaybird?" Steph give a nudge to the white streak hair lad. He simply blocked it with his palm.

" What do you want, Steph? " Jason knew that everytime Steph saying 'What's up' means there's a plan weaving in her mind.

"Raven will probably gone in a few days. "

Steph sighed as she hug the small cushion on the sofa.

"I'm listening. " He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes.

"Make her stay. "

"Yeah, make her stay. " Babs now leaning at the head of the sofa between Jason and Steph.

"I can make her stay but Damian probably kill me. " Jason scoffed.

"Like what?"

"Marry her." he laughed. " but yeah, the Brat will slaughter me like cattle. " he gesture an imaginary line as a boundary he won't cross.

"Why don't we make Damian confess to her?" Steph with her evil smile upon her face.

"That sounds like a plan. " said Tim as he walking into the room.

"Like how? The boy clearly backfire every plan we set for them including two days ago! " Babs shake her head as she remember when they set Damian and Raven to met at the garden.

As they reach the spot, there's picnic basket lying on the mat on the grass, they hoping for them to date, ruined as Damian cut the basket in half, as he thought it might contain dangerous trap where it turns out to be waffles and chocolate covered strawberry been severed in the hands of that assassin.

"I think we should make him confess. " said Dick as he come in and hit on side of the couch.

"What's up? " Steph brows lift a bit.

"Damian is being stubborn ass when it comes to feeling. I mean, he always talk about it, saying probably he's sick or maybe gone crazy but it's obvious!!!!" Dick wavering his hands as he annoyed with his little brother's talk.

"He doesn't even know that he's in love? Tsk tsk. " Jason made pity face.

"Raven didn't know too. She's not. Aware. " Cass slowly walked towards them as she sit on the floor crossed in front of them.

"I think I could make him talk. " Tim stroke his chin.

"How? " Dick sneered at him.

"Truth serum."

All of them smirk.

"He won't stand a chance. "

**************

Dick and Jason were hang out at the balcony, drinking wines admiring the night sky. It's quite peaceful when they are not on duty.

"You guys call? " Damian walked through the opening door approaching them.

"Yeah. It's about SOMETHING. " Dick intensified on the word 'something'. Damian frowned as he heard that. Is there something serious?

"Why not join us here?" Jason lift up his beer.

"Fine by me. " as the young man join them sit at available stool.

"Beer? " Jason offer him a beer bottle.

"Sure. " Damian seem aloofed. " Any new case, Grayson?"

"It was about Black Mask. " Dick trying to Damian distracted while Jason open the beer bottle and handle to Damian.

"Again with illegal weapon? Jason. I thought criminal lord is your THING? " Damian looked at the white streak lad as he drink the beer.

" It is. Well, things got complicated, you know B doesn't like the terms of Killing. " as he sipping his drink while glance at Damian.

"Tt."

"So, let us play the game. " Dick smiled as he drink his wine. "Truth or dare. "

"So, you’re luring me to drink alcohol and play this game?" Damian scoffed. " I should tell you, that won't affect me."

"Well, alright then. Truth or Dare, Damian?" Jason start it first.

"Todd, I'm not gonna do your chilidish dare. I'll choose truth." said Damian as he drink his beverages.

"Are you gay?" Jason chuckled with the question itself. Damian narrow his eyes. "That is the most idiot question I ever heard."

"The answer is obviously, Jason. Okay, Damian, truth or dare?"

"Truth. " Damian sipping his beer.

"You know Raven last day is tomorrow right? " Dick slowly rolled his wine glass to keep them well mix.

"Yeah. It's a shame. I wish she could spend more time in here. "

Dick and Jason eyed each other as soon as Damian realise what he's saying.

"What?" he frowned.

"So tell me, you like her right? "

"Of course I do. As the matter of fact, I....Holy shit! " Damian quickly closed his mouth.

Both Dick and Jason smiled. Plan succeeded!

"What the hell... What did you give me?! " Damian when furious as he slammed the beer bottle on the table.

"Truth serum."

Damian gave his infamous death stare to both of them. "It will depleted by the next day along with the alcohol. "

"Hahaha, that's a No. This is improved formula by Tim. Got experimented on crooks and minions during the interrogation. Perhaps i could say... Could last within 5 days, more or less. " Jason smirked.

"Fuck you!" Damian were furious as he get up from his chair.

"It will be alot easier for you to confess to lovely miss Raven. " Dick giggled.

"No. You make it more difficult! I can't just say I love her out of nowhere?!" Damian gestures especially at part of 'nowhere'.

"Yes, you can and you will." Dick nodded as he sip his drink.

"I fucking hate you and love you for doing this. What the hell I am saying?! "

"Awwww, I love you too. " Jason pinch Damian's cheek which he quickly ward off.

"I AM not gonna meet her face to face or neither you raise the subject about my feelings." Damian growled.

"Just say you love her."

"You think its easy to say that to her?!" Damian clench his fist.

"Who knew Damian who does NOT afraid of anything, SCARED to admit his FEELING?" Jason comment, cynically.

"Fuck you, Jason! I don't want to SCARE her! She's been through alot! That fucking Maniac almost molested her!" Damian grind his teeth as he remember the incident.

"Maniac? What maniac? " Dick eyebrow jumped as he heard that.

"That son of the bitch, Walter Andreson." Damian narrow his eyes as he spit out his hate.

*******flash back*********

It was two weeks after the incident he met with Raven. With the help of her forecast, solving his case are a lot easier due to clues. Honestly, he felt grateful after he met Raven. It was like heaven send him an angel, literally.

As he remember his last meeting with her, she is quiet girl but somehow there's something makes him attract to her. Maybe it was her eyes?

He sighed. Oh, god, he hopeless, hopelessly fall in love. Love? What love? He snorted. All his life, he's been trained as an assassin. A weapon. His mother taught that emotion is reason why many civilization met their downfall, be it scandal, jealousy, revenge; anything or any decision that has been made with heavy emotion driven could lead to one's destruction.

Somehow, as his father took him in, the batfam teach him how to be compassionate, to be crime fighter, defender of justice, and a hero. He's grateful that fate has laid a crossing path between him and his father along with the bat and co.

His phone rang pulling him back to the reality. Could it be? As he seen on the screen it was... Raven. He could felt his heart jumped a little but quickly he control his breathing to calm down his anticipation.

"Hello? "

"Damian."

" Anything I can help you, Raven? "

" I... I need you help."

He can sensed something wring by listening to her voice. "I'll meet you at your place in 5."

****//*****

As soon as he reached her street, everything is quiet. As soonas he got out from the car he heard a faint crash the building. Quickly he gets in as he sprint to her door, with his mind playing the incident where they discover her roommate died. Oh god, he hope nothing bad happen to him.

But as soon as he reach her door, it were open like before. Oh, shit. He quickly went into and found Raven were struggling against a guy who hug her from behind.

"Hellppp!!!" Raven scream as she tried claw her way out.

As if he heard a snap, Damian tear through her apartment and pull that guy's shirt in result Raven were thrown at the sofa while Damian hurled that bastard to the wall.

Damian quickly checked on her, her condition were not in good favour. Her clothes and hair were untidy. There were bruises on her cheek. Damian almost sobbing as he saw her like this.

He touched her cheek as Raven jumped. "Did he hurt you?" his voice sound disceeet, almost whispering.

Raven slowly nodded as her arm wrapped around herself trying to hold herself.

"I'm here now. " as both of his hand cupped her cheek. The sound of glasses shattered as the guy where on their feet after being shoved to the wall made Raven looked behind Damian.

"Stay here. " Damian gives out his solemn smile as he turn to that guy. Slowly he approach that unknown person, his crack his knuckle then his neck. Damian's green eyes glows against the lights on the wall.

The guys made a gasping noise as he saw Damian exhibit his assassin nature.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you." his voice turn into cold steel that could stab your heart. Quickly he grab that guy by his shirt shirt then bang him against the wall.

He clench his fist then driven to the wall near that bastard's face as it went deep. Damian can see the terror in bastard eye's wide open. Still, an eye for an eye, a fist for a fist.

He gives him a good knuckle to his torso, a few blow on his face, knocking a couple of teeth. But it wasn't enough, this fucking dick hurt her and he's messing with wrong person.

Raven had to stop him before he beat that guy senseless. "Stop. " her voice muffled against his back as she wrap her arm around his torso.

Damian's gruesome face slowly relaxed into cold demeanor. " Don't... Kill anyone in my apartment, please. " her voice were shaken.

Damian let go of that guy's collar as that bastard fall to the floor, unconcious. Both of his bloodied knuckle hands place on hers then open her arms. He turned to see her in tears as it rolling on her cheek and it almost cause him breathless.

"I'm going to call the police. You shouldn't stay here. " He clasped their hands together.

"P-please don't leave me here alone. " Tears blooming as she shivers.

"I won't. " he sighed.

During the police interogation, the police asked him what's his relationship with he simply said, her boyfriend. Raven at first diagree but as she looked at the situation slowly she nodded as she agreed.

They have made their agreement before police came, a fake relationship agreement for her safety.

++++end flashback++++++

"That was...."

"You should make that idiot in the electric chair. " Jason grumbled as he listen to his story.

"Yeah, but 20 years is enough. " Damian huffed as he ruffled his hair. It was a tense night.

"By the way, good luck on confessing session. " Dick smirked as he lift his wi e glass same as Jason lift his beer.

"I fucking hate you."

"No, you don't." Dick giggled.

"No, i don't... DAMN IT!!! " Damian run his hand on his face, frustration.

*************

Now its a day before Raven move back to her apartment and she use that time to hang out as long as she can with he Bat and Co. She will probably miss them as family; a dysfunctional family but their welcoming really made her feel home for an orphan.

She just can't find Damian anywhere and it made her felt something stirred in her stomach. Where the hell is that boy?

Everytime she got i to the same room with him, he quickly paced out of the room like avoiding her. Did she done something wrong?

It was night already and she's happily spend her time with them, her new surrogate family but Damian keeps avoiding her. Raven tell about it to the Batgirls, the batgirls tell her not to worry and leave everything to them.

"O.. Kay.. " as both of her eyebrow raised.

************

Raven received a message from Steph saying to meet her in the library. She reply with thumbs up sign and hurried to the room.

As soon as shes in it the door suddenly closed. "Wait what?! " Raven begin to panic as she tried to pull the door which is not work, to no avail.

Then at the corner she saw Damian where reading some book on the couch. As she approaching him, he's quite surprise.

"Raven?"

"Damian." Raven fidgeting with her sweater sleeves. "We need to talk. "

"Shit. " he cursed under his breath.

"What?"

"No. Nothing." he keep his cool face hiding his panic mode.

"I realise you were avoiding me lately. "

Damian kept his mouth shut from blurting out his words.

"Did I do something that irritates you? " Raven's brow lift as she asked him.

"No. You didn't."

" It's kinda sad that tomorrow would be the last day I 'll be hang up in here. " she sighed then looked at him.

Damian bite his lip as he fight the urge to say that she should stay. But why he did that? Of course he wanted her to stay.

"Was it because of my power?"

"What?"

"Was it because you afraid of my power? " Raven put her hand on her chest.

"TT. I'm not afraid of you." Damian snorted.

"Oh, well, then. " as Raven look aside. Maybe this is how it ends. She's end up having one side feeling. "I'm sorry for causing you trouble after all of this, Damian, after all, between us are only agreement. Maybe we should terminate it." She smiled and turn away. "It's been nice to meet you. "

Before she walked away, Damian grab her by the arm. "Wait. That's not what I intended." a

He looked at the floor unable to face to face with her.

"Then what did you intend to? "

Damian inhaled as he closed his eyes.

"Did you know how hard for me to resist after you kiss me then sleep on top of me that night? "

"I did that? "

"Yeah, and you flash me."

" Oh my god." Raven now buried her face in her hands.

"No worries, you were wearing a sport bra."

"STOP. "

" Did you know how FREAKING adorable and hot you looked in my shirt?! "

"Uh? "

"You have any idea how much that sight turn me on?! " blushes start to creep on his face. "Okay, that was slightly pervert but actually i fell you after we first met. "

Raven's red shade are getting darker. Guess it wasn't one side feeling at all.

"I don't care if anyone tell you are not perfect but you are to me. You are thoughtful, brilliant, not to mention cute, even though your power may scare other people but not me. Because.. because I love you for who you really are. " Damian held his breath then speak again. "You took my breath away and yet gave me reason to live. "

Wait, he goes to poetic mode?

"And I thought myself got lost in the dark but in the dark I found you. The brightest star. "

"Wha... " Raven blinked as she heard his word.

"Focus, Raven. I'm confessing my love to you. " as his furrowed his brow focusing to her.

"Love is a fire that burns unseen,

a wound that aches yet isn’t felt,

an always discontent contentment,

a pain that rages without hurting,

a longing for nothing but to long,

a loneliness in the midst of people,

a never feeling pleased when pleased,

a passion that gains when lost in thought."

Damian caress her cheek as he recite a pieces from Luis De Cameõs.

Raven scoffed as she witness this ever serious guy, Damian Wayne just recite an epic piece to her.

"I... "

Raven rolled her eyes. She had to shut this guy down; but then, she kick his shin.

"Ouch, What the hell, Rav-"

Raven pulled his collar shirt toward her and give him a full liplock kiss.

Damian were stunned then closed his eyes as his hand on her waist.

"You don't have to recite a poem to say I love you." Raven smiled as she withdrawn the kiss.

"And yet I did." he smirked "and I will."

"So, fake boyfriend and fake girlfriend?"

"For real. " they kissed again.

************

"Did you get the picture this time? "

Tim hand out his camera as they studied to photo.

"Mission accomplished." Dick smirked.

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the-sky-fell-blossoms · 5 years ago

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A Guide to a Tanking KDA (A Juciel Fic)

Jumin stood up so sharply that Saeyoung was almost certain that if he hadn't sat up by reflex also he might of had whiplash. He was using his lap as something of a pillow, having a nice chat with his brother and his brother's boytoy. Which might have maybe been at Jumin's expense. But to an extent they were all used to being ignored, for the sake of a laugh, as they try to defend themselves. It was custom, and he wasn't used to Jumin being so worked up. Enough to leave the room. He was almost afraid he accidentally pushed too far. Not that it's never happened before but for Jumin to be distraught enough to leave the room? Leaving the room angry Jumin was a force to be reckoned with. "Assistant Kang inform my father that I need to speak to him immediately." Unfortunately there was only determination in his words as he spoke into the receiver of his phone.

"Jumin! 4.38-"

"No, tell him to clear his schedule. I need to talk to him now." He shot his brother a look then turned to stark who seemed surprised and confused, not spending nearly as much time as he or his kinda sorta boyfriend had with Jumin. A determined Jumin was arguably even worse. A determined Jumin got anything he wanted done. And from the sounds of it it's nothing good. He followed after Jumin as the elder man escaped into Seven's room.

"Jumin- what are you doing? Why did you choose now to get into a rebellious phase?" He entered the room and closed the door trying to gauge the situation. Not alot of people can talk Jumin out of something. Seven only having a shaky success rate at best himself.

Jumin snapped his phone shut and turned around in a way anyone else not in the RFA would have assumed was a calm and collected way, squaring his shoulders, slightly raising his nose. "This is not my rebellious phase."

"Yeah just like your not drunkenness every other night." Seven rolled his eyes, crossing his arms.

"No, not like that. Despite your sarcasm I'm not doing this to spite my father." He pinched the bridge of his nose in a way that wasn't completely annoyed but not unannoyed either.

Still, he got enough in those to piece together what he was thinking. People can say a lot about the older Choi, but he is quick on his feet and smart enough when it comes to a lot of things. "Then why are you doing this? You know coming out to your father would only make him throw more engagements at you. Personally 4.38 a month is pretty fucking high to me! Is it not for you?"

"Of course it is. Which is why he has to know."

Seven threw his hands up, in mock frustration. "Jumin- what if this backfires and he starts sending his girlfriend's hot sons at you instead!"

"Do not be ridiculous, Luciel." It doesn't do much to Jumin's resolve. If it did Saeyoung was getting rusty at reading his boyfriend's expressive personality. So he tries the next best thing when poking holes in plans doesn't work.

"Jumin I can't take rich hot men and women throwing themselves at my boyfriend. Not when they have your father's blessings." Appeal to Jumin's concern for his self esteem. Sugarcoating genuine vulnerability is the next best thing when someone can tell you're lying almost as well as you can tell when they decide to have feelings.

"Should that really be the reason you can not stand the thought?"

"What? Everyone knows daddy dearest is the way into get Mr. Moneybag's heart and bank account."

"Save for the fact you've never met my father as yourself."

He was happy his room was sound proof, anyone would think they were fighting right about now. But no. This is an intellectual sparring battle, to get the other to concede to being wrong or too dramatic without saying it explicitly. And they both debated very well and enjoyed the game presented from doing it with each other. Saeyoung with diversion and plausible outcomes/doubts. Jumin using straight forward logic and selective quoting. if Saeyoung didn't have an active imagination and Jumin any less blunt they'd have much more stalemates.

"No, I got in through Big Daddy V instead."

Saeyoung smiled slightly when Jumin's eyebrow twitched at the statement. He covered his mouth however, not wanting to lose ground to amusement. That's often how he lost. "Are you attempting to get me to rethink telling my father about our relationship or the relationship itself?"

His smile grew an he shrugged with one hand. "I haven't really decided yet, I guess whichever comes first. Buuuuut I'm still holding my breath for the day you realize I'm not really worth all this. I give up trying to make you realize myself though. You're very stubborn on this loving me thing."

"Yes, I am. And these proposals bother you, not to mention they also bother me, so they must go. It's a very simple concept, I don't know why you're fighting me on this." His voice softened, getting serious. Seven noticed, of course he did. He crossed his arms. He didn't want to be serious right now, Jumin should just know why he can't tell his dad. It should just be obvious. It wasn't something to have a heart to heart over.

"Fighting is a very strong word. I'm just trying to get you to see this is counterproductive. And I didn't say they bother me." He subconsciously stepped back to lean against the door as he said this. Only realizing this after, but not being able to move back. Jumin would notice he's uncomfortable, then he really won't drop it.

Not that it mattered as Jumin sighed slightly threw his nose, relaxing. He glanced at Saeyoung's arms, not even trying to disguise it. He probably knew Saeyoung would notice anyway. "You just said you couldn't stand the thought of other men being thrown at me."

"I said 4.38 proposals was excessive. I already get that people can't help being attracted to my Jumin. You're too pretty for your own good, my love. But even female Sevenny doesn't get to attend mating parties designed to get her hitched." And that was true, he didn't blame anyone for hitting on Jumin. He was an amazing package deal. Seven worked hard not to be jealous. He trusted Jumin and also knew that if someone were to actually wiggle their way into Jumin they had to be just as amazing. He knew this.

"Then I'll tell my father I already have a prospective mate." He said slipping on his dress shirt. Aw great. He wondered how far that single action dropped his win rate.

"You caaaaaan't" he whined out rolling his eyes, his head going along with the action.

"Why not?" He says as if he were addressing a child.

"Because. Your father will ground you for being a naughty gay boy." Him being a child. It was a fair analysis. Seven snorted pressing more against the door as Jumin neared the top of the shirt buttons. "Then where am I supposed to get all my hickeys? You're the only dealer that gets them just right."

"Then doing this will make me your private dealer." He doesn't miss a beat in replying as he finished with his buttons moving for his blazer. He looked up, openly studying his boyfriend. Seven hated when he did that. He felt so much smaller when he did that. Saeyoung crossed his arms tighter.

Despite that, his face didn't change from the amusement placed in it before. "Jumin, you've obviously never been a dealer before. Because you're not supposed to tell the police who your clients are!"

"Why are you so against my speaking with my father about us?" Jumin's voice was edging on annoyance and worry. Dancing on the line of done with being toyed around with on something so important.

"Well, I know you're w to the making stupid rash decisions club, but there's always that one guy who announces that there's a stupid rash decision being made. Nice to meet you, I'm your part time cap'n obvious. This is a stupid rash decision."

"..." Jumin looked at him, a slight glare in his eyes, but seeing Seven wasn't going to give in anytime soon, he lets out another sigh and steps towards the door with purpose. "If you need a serious discussion anytime soon, I will be with my father."

"Jumin…" He fought the urge to press his back into the door even more, his facade failing quickly as Jumin walked up to placing his hand on the door knob decisively. Still, he does wait for something else to follow his name. All Saeyoung can bring himself to do is set his jaw tighter.

"Goodbye, Luciel."

He pulls at the door. And despite Saeyoung being trained in combat he's not as strong as Jumin is. He knew he couldn't hold the door if Jumin was adamant about getting out, not for long. It isn't a quick pull either, as if he's still waiting. "Okay, fine!" He growled out, his mask falling in an instant as the door slammed shut. However, he didn't talk immediately. Just glare. And Jumin just smiles, or his equivalent, and waits patiently as Saeyoung opened his mouth to speak. It always took him longer to be emotionally open. While Jumin could just open his mouth and say spontaneous sentiments. Saeyoung never was able to come up with anything to say, not anything serious serious at least, back to his lover on the spot, usually giving a joke and Jumin would move on because he knows what the redhead means. Even by just silence. But there are times when he just waits, his eyes patient. It made him feel bad for not being better for Jumin. He really wouldn't be angry if one day Jumin finally realized he needed better. He opened and closed his mouth only twice before starting. His voice small."I don't…" Okay, so three times. His crossed arms were quickly turning less defensive and more hugging himself. "Your father means a lot to you. It's been like your life's mission from the age of being able to sit at the 'big people' table to live up to his expectations. And I'm not up to his expectations. I mean I make a pretty attractive female. But I don't have the working parts to… I can't add on to your family and if you tell your father about me I might just be tearing a part from it. I know how much family means to you..."

"Oh Saeyoung… it's been my life's mission way before that."

"Shut up." He continued his long fight with his unwanted laugh. He turned away as Jumin pull him into a hug. Calming down in his arms as he continued spilling his heart out. "I'm scared that… I don't know. I feel like it's my fault for being blinded by, well, you and not thinking this far ahead. I mean this is your whole life you can lose if you do this. I don't want that."

"...You will be adding onto my family. I only want to share that responsibility with you. And my father will come around given time and space, if him valuing family as much as I've been raised to is anything to go by." He hated not only being studied but also consoled. He hated how much he needed to lean on Jumin. He should really be stronger for him and not… whatever he was doing now. Jumin gives him so much and he really doesn't deserve him.

"You don't know that… I mean he-" Against his words he moves to hug him back tightly. He did manage not to cry however. Points for him.

"Of course I do, Saeyoung. I'm a 'know-it-all'. I know everything."

He said it so bluntly, it surprised a laugh out of the smaller male. "You are, aren't you?" He said more to himself as he nuzzled into Jumin's chest.

"Of course I am. And as soon as I speak to my father, I can publicly be your know-it-all. You have my word that my talk with my father won't change that either way it goes. I've already decided you're the one I want to be with. We will deal with whatever happens with 'Senior Moneybags' as it happens. I promise you." A determined Jumin and a weak willed Saeyoung most definitely meant one way or another things were getting done. He knew that, of course he did, but when Jumin said it he felt it was true. Unlike him Jumin is not a liar.

He opened his mouth, perhaps to say something that was warming the bottom of his stomach just thinking about it. But when he opened it all that escaped was another chuckle and "...I hope you know I can't marry you if you're this effective at talking me into your bad ideas."

"I figured you find amusement at my comically bad ideas? You've been laughing this entire 'heart-to-heart'. Actually now that I mention it you laugh a lot during these talks." He said teasingly. They both know Jumin did it on purpose. It was one of the many things he did to comfort the weak willed small man. One of the things he didn't deserve.

"It's not like I want to…"

"I know. But I prefer you smiling than distressed." He moved away from the other adjusting his tie. Actually one of the only things he didn't take off. Just that, his pants, and an undershirt. Saeyoung loved his casual Jumin, also his drunk Jumin. He just loved any Jumin that wasn't lonely or over worked.

He hugged the other from behind as he turned to leave. "I'm always distressed Jumin, take me to bed." He whispered.

"Of course, Luciel…" he unwrapped himself from his lover and turn once more to kiss his hand. "After I sit down with my father."

Golden eyes were needless to say unamused. "You're turning down distraction sex for an uncomfortable conversation with your father?" He knew what he was doing, Jumin surely knew what that was. There was no reason to pretend he intended on just sleeping, though he didn't fully intend sex. He was thinking pretty damn close.

"You're very good at your job, captain obvious." Jumin chuckled softly, picking up his phone. Most likely to contact Driver Kim to get out of there. Or to text his father directly. He'd personally bet on the former than the latter. Jumin rarely talked to his father without an appointment. And they often set it at random. It really screwed with Seven's knowledge on Jumin's schedule.

"There are a lot of things I'm good at that you'll miss out on if you leave~" he said, slipping past him and spreading his arms out to block the door.

"Call it a necessary sacrifice." he said this time staring down at him with amusement, maybe also in a way you would a child. It was affectionate, somewhere between ruffling red tuff of hair and pulling them in for a quick make out session before Driver Kim pulls up.

"I'll call it Jumin's signature stubbornness…"

"That's fine." He said leaning down for a kiss, Seven turned away. Making the kiss land on his cheek. Jumin didn't seem bothered however. Muttering softly against his skin. "I will be heading out now, perhaps I will return home after. I believe the order that your presence isn't a cause for alarm is still active. I don't remember redacting it." Seven knew what that meant.

"I'll keep that in mind as I pace in my room until I pass out from worry!" He's however not so easily swayed.

"As long as you sleep at a reasonable time that's also fine." Saeyoung could almost taste the amusement on his lips as he leaned down to rest his head on his shoulder."If you're not there when I get in, I'll call you as soon as I step foot inside."

The words were soft, and Seven found himself lowering his arms. There's the reason he calls himself weak willed. He would agree to anything his Jumin said if he spoke like that, right there, only to him. "Not if your father grounds you." Didn't mean he wouldn't poke fun though.

"Oh please, Luciel." The way his name slipped off the Millionaire's tongue when he got like this… Any other time he's sure he probably would have pounced on him. "I'm aware of the many, many ways to catch your attention. I will prove that thoroughly tonight. If you decide to drop by, that is." His lips were dancing on his neck in this position and The Ex Agent was hyper aware of the shapes they made on each syllable. He knows now isn't the time for this and so did Jumin apparently as he pulled away and at the door. This time it opened without problem. Of course Seven moved. "Good night, darling."

"'Night, babe…" He's so very weak.

……..

Saeyoung had left his own home to head to Jumin's not shortly after explaining what was going on to Saeran and Vanderwood. The younger Choi had called him a coward and questioned why he didn't go with Jumin if he was so worried. He had then proceeded to answer himself by restating his other half was a coward. Stark had a few words as well. Not all of them in his favor but Stark had never exactly been cruel to Seven. Not really. He'd nag and complain about him as an older brother would. But even with Saeran there he didn't really kick him while he was down.

There were times when he was thankful for Stark. This was one of those moments, because he had felt bad for leaving his boyfriend to handle himself alone. He wasn't being a great so called partner.

He knew it was for the best though. It would devolve into a full blown fight if Jumin had to crusade not only for their relationship but for his lover's honor. He'd defend his weak willed love and burn even more bridges in the pursuit.

So he found himself sitting on Jumin's couch about an hour later. Maybe an hour and a half. Waiting for Jumin, Elizabeth the Third perched on his lap as he lost time stroking her snow white fur.

Finally he heard the ding of the elevator. And the sound of high end dress shoes clacking against the hardwood. And Ruffling, as Jumin must have been working his clothes off on the way in. Saeyoung noticed him first as he rounded the corner passed the kitchen, removing his jacket. “Hey.”

His head popped up, and there was slight surprise on his face before that gave way to a small smile. Seven could feel his heart clench at the sight. “So, it seems I did in fact forget to call on guards out for you tonight?” His voice was quiet and Saeyoung stood, ushering Elly off his lap with a small pat.

“Nah, I made my way up scaling the building. You never get a higher respect for where birds can put their nests.” he said shifting his weight to one leg.

“Luciel…”

Finally he made his way to close the distance. Properly greeting his Silver Spoon with a hug. “I’m kidding, I went up the way you wanted me to. I also grabbed your mail.” Jumin hummed in response. It wasn't their usual hug hums so he added on, pulling away. “Nooo i didn’t open all of them.”

“You’re kidding.” it was a flat sentiment. His face not cluing The smaller mail into anything he was thinking.

He fought off the worried frown that was trying to grace his lips. Of course, while he didn't expect Jumin to be fine he wasn't ready for closed off Jumin to pay a visit either. “Was that a tired-of-me 'you're kidding' or, are you-”

“I was attempting to finish your thoughts.” The CEO stepped around him with practiced grace as he took a seat on the couch.

“You did pretty good.” Saeyoung said, moving over to lean over the back of the couch to wrap his arms around his lover's neck. Slowly he leaned down to place a kiss on his ear.

“Thank you.”

It was such a quiet remark, the ex agent couldn't place what he was actually thanking him for. Maybe he was slipping due to his mind running too fast. “So…” he almost wondered if Jumin could feel his heart pounding in dread for the answer to his next question. “Are you grounded?”

Jumin sighed. He couldn't tell if it was out of annoyance or relief that Saeyoung decided to make this a little serious of a subject that it comparably could have been. “No, midnight yaut racing for a year.”

“Oh is that all?” Truthfully he was just terrified of losing Jumin so soon. Perhaps that was part of the reason he hadn't gone with Jumin. The idea of losing him was too much.

“No. but I will deal with that on my own time. For now I’m just relieved to find you here… I thought you might have been too upset with me for pushing you into this to come. I half expected you not to.” Saeyoung wondered if that was in part because he also knew how weak Seven was. He had a bad habit of running from things that scared him and the man in his arms knew this. Came home with full intentions to take the burden all on his own for what was supposed to be his partner. He still was apparently. The Idiot dug his nails into his wrists not only to keep his hold on Jumin but to steel himself from his next question.

But Saeyoung was oh so weak. He couldn't ask it, not yet. And his chest grew tighter, not even knowing how to word the phrase. He took a breath and a laugh escaped one devoid of humor, he was almost disgusted at how unconvincing that one was. But continued anyway. “Of course I came. I had to at least hear out our premature divorce. I wanna keep the kids we’ll never have.”

“Firstly, no. I’m keeping the children, They will have a better life with me.” Jumin, for all his good grace, let the much smaller man, in oh so many ways, continue to keep up the charade slightly longer before sighing and continuing. “and furthermore, I am not prematurely divorcing you. I told you what I felt and I meant it. My father has about as much of a choice in my love life as I do his." He paused his voice much softer than it had been, Saeyoung finally being able to read emotion once again. They were taking a time out from their game. "It’s safe to discard the humor. I’m not going anywhere without you by my side.”

By pure reflex the grip on his neck tightened as red tufts of hair buried themselves into his shoulder. The words that came out were small, but were able to fit in the air just enough. “...What did he say?”

“Nothing really. It was quite a silent meal. I told him after we had received our drinks and he finished his first.”

“Makes sense…”

“Come sit with me. Have you had dinner?” Jumin put a hand to the linked arms around his neck, but didn't make a move to remove them.

“Jumin…” it was almost a plea. And it made Jumin hold his breath. The smaller male could feel his chest still.

“Yes, Luciel?” the words were raw, much more raw than Saeyoung had ever heard from him.

“Are you alright?”

“Of course I am, there is little cause of concern found in that of a tiff between father and son.” He had forced the confidence back into his voice. Perhaps not to concern the man he'd been supporting not 5 seconds ago.

“You talk 10 times as haughty when you are in fact not fine.”

“I will make do…” He gave in, Saeyoung having raised his win rate.

“You’re really brave and I'm really happy you did this. It makes me feel loved, and you’re one of the only people I've ever felt this for. Your dad will come around or he'll be missing out on the best and most faithful person to have in anyone's life. And luckily mine." He just wanted his contented Jumin back. He didn't enjoy watching him crawling in on himself to not cause worry to others. Everyone usually forgets Jumin and him have feelings other than their default state. But they both had times when they needed encouragement and a serious or emotional talk. And they've both seen that in each other long before they started dating. Saeyoung was just afraid of overstepping boundaries and letting his slight crush get too tangled up in the mess that was his life, and Jumin is shit at emotional talks and often got it wrong. Though his solutions were practical and had good intentions.

Now that they had each other, they had someone who never let them forget feelings exist and it's okay to talk about them. "Thank you, Luciel…"

"Jumin…" Saeyoung vowed to himself that he would never let Jumin forget this, and he felt as if Jumin would do the same for him as soon as he gets tired of his jokes.

"I would rather just retire for the night. Unless you've not had anything to eat."

"I am still distressed." He pouts and nuzzles into his neck. He was however not yet tired of his own jokes.

Jumin snorts and unwraps himself from Seven's hold. "Very well." He stands and Luciel propels himself over the back of his couch and onto the taller, and much stronger, one's back. The very expensive body of the CEO of C&R International doesn't fall however, he catches himself using the coffee table. "Luciel!"

"I said I'm distressed Jumin, you have to take me to bed." He hums out crossing his legs around his lover's waist.

"Whatever you require of me, my love." Jumin groans out shaking his head slightly at the antics of his personal psychopath. He made it down the hall without problem until suddenly Luciel jerked his weight to the left mid stride and Jumin had to hold an arm out to stop himself from hitting the wall. Taken off guard. "Luciel!" All he was greeted with was apparently very amused giggles

"I'm too distressed to control my depression impulses." Saeyoung whined out kissing behind his ear. He enjoyed messing with his Mr. Moneybags. And Jumin very rarely asked him to stop.

"Now, you're simply making things up." Doesn't mean he was agreeable.

"Jumin! You need to work on your bedside manners." He said leaning his head into the man's, who's quite literally carrying him through this, hair. "Also… you can call me Saeyoung, you know. Not just when you're scolding me."

"Nothing pulls your shit together faster, however."

"Are you using profanity with your patient!?" The arms under him tighten even before he starts thrashing around again. "Oh! The distress!"

"Saeyoung…" he says as they somehow manage to get to Jumin's door. Obediently Saeyoung does stop his thrashing about, almost instantly causing Jumin to sniff out his own amusement. "See?"

"Yeah, yeah." The embodiment of privilege lowers himself down to sit on the bed letting Saeyoung slip out and into the covers as Jumin begins undressing. Saeyoung, having been there longer, was already in his night clothes. Jumin insisted he have a pair, or twenty, here just in case. His own way of saying he wanted him over as much as possible as long as possible and this wasn't lost on him. "C'mere." He said as Jumin finished dressing and undressing, leaving his discarded clothes on the floor. They'll move it to the hamper tomorrow morning. He opened his arms and let Jumin settle down into his chest without a word. "I know I didn't want you to. But I really do appreciate what you did today." He said. Thinking Jumin might have needed to hear it again. So he kept talking, unsure but Jumin wrapping his arms around him helped with that slightly. "You know I won't judge you if you happen to cry or something when I fall asleep and I wake up with a wet spot on my shirt tomorrow morning."

"I know you wouldn't, Saeyoung. You Chois are exceptionally over emotional."

"It runs in our family." He relented. That was probably not untrue.

"I am aware to a certain extent."

"I'm serious though. You don't have to cry but I'm willing to hear you out. If you wanna talk about it." He was half expecting to be brushed off. But all he felt was Jumins press himself into his chest even more.

"I know, and that means the world to me that you are." Jumin has a voice he puts on when he lets himself get carried away in sentiment. One that's velvety, and far away as if he's not actually saying the words but letting Himself have his mind read aloud by a narrator that simply shares the same voice. "I love you so much. More than, I first saw possible, when I first decided to explore this feeling with you. Your willingness to tackle my emotional wellbeing… I appreciate that more than words could possibly express."

"Ah…" He couldn't think of anything to say but Jumin took notice quickly and kept going. He also had things he was beyond grateful to Jumin for. Ones stuck in his throat that needed to be said. One day.

"I was prepared for most any reaction from my father. He also has an eye for the dramatics, and a very quick temper. I was prepared to argue on behalf of us. I was not as prepared for silence as I thought. It seems."

"..." Jumin has very, very, very rarely sounded so vulnerable sober. In fact, he thinks there might have never been a time sober Jumin has spoken like this to him. So he just listens. Maybe he has to Jihyun. Actually there was a seriously large possibility that's happened many times between those two. Jumin keeps going however, oblivious to his boyfriend's inner monologue.

"I have never been so low as to not deserve words from my father. Even when I reject his or his girlfriend's ideas for wives for me, there are still words to be had. Even if he doesn't listen." His words where sharp, but there was no malice. After a short silence he adds on, most likely for what he wanted to appear to be, for Saeyoung's sake. "But at least I still have my phone."

It did get a chuckle. As a hand came down to play in dark locks absentmindedly. "At least he didn't throw his girlfriend's sons at you. It would have hurt more if he assumed you flocked to any man." He caught on to the silent invitation in his lover's words. He wanted to cheer him up almost as badly as the vise versa.

"At least, I kept 'daddy's credit card'." His voice calming all of the nerves in his weak willed body, as well as his hands. As he started rubbing Saeyoung's back.

"At least, he hasn't disowned you. You have to do that verbally to make it official, perhaps he's just trying to think. Space and time." He wanted to support Jumin in the ways Jumin has been proven to be able to support him.

"At least, I still have you."

"At least, that seems impossible to lose. You can't get rid of me, many a man has tried." He had to for himself prove he could be just as strong as Jumin when Jumin needed him to be.

"Yes, shame." He hums out distractedly

"Hey!" He tugs at the hair he was just playing in as a playful warning.

"I think I would like that distraction sex tomorrow after work."

"Sorry, that offer has run out."

Jumin shifts to look up into the golden eyes of the unworthy, then says cooly. "Then I would like to go out on a very public dinner with my partner."

"I'll see how my schedule is looking tomorrow and fill you in."

"You work for me. I quite literally control your schedule." his eyes narrow even though they hold no hostility.

"I thought this was a romantic dinner not a business affair?" Seven wasn't exactly unwilling to challenge Jumin's resolve to be a hypocrite tonight.

"Fine. Check your schedule." He says with a pout, or Jumin's equivalent which is just, cutely closing his eyes and turning away.

"I love you, Jumin."

"Ditto."

"Jumin!" Saeyoung felt a blush of embarrassment come along at remembering the words. He was caught off guard and hardly paying attention when it slipped out.

"I care about you a lot." The words were sweet enough but the teasing behind the words were not lost on either party in that bad. 707 also said that a lot before it was safe enough to come out with his feelings. The memory did not help the color rising to his cheeks.

"I'm going to the guest room." He said moving to sit up, causing Jumin to squeeze tighter and hold him there. There was really no amount of wiggling that could get him out of this.

"I love you too, babe."

"Jumin, I'm going to swear to god!"

But he had the rest of the night to try.

#jumin han #saeyoung choi #Juciel #Just some arguing really #mystic messenger #Hurt/comfort #Fluff #JuSeven #jumin x Luciel #Jumin x Saeyoung

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c-j-writes · 5 years ago

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Fictober 2019

Prompt #11 “It’s not always like this.”

[Untitled Gay Mess]

Rating: T

Warnings/Tags: Will involve drug abuse in some chapters

Chapter Eleven

Monday was hell, to be honest. I hadn’t thought it would be terrible because it’s not like Sophie and her crowd were the only people I knew to hang out with. But when Darian was driving me to school she told me I shouldn’t sit with the team at lunch for a while.

“Don’t get me wrong, you and I are still chill, but some of the girls heard about whatever happened between you and the cheerleader and are a little tense about it,” she said. She offered to ditch the team and sit with me instead, but I didn’t want to look that desperate, so I said it was okay.

God was I regretting that decision. I limped around the edge of the cafeteria, looking for somewhere that would count as neutral territory for me to sit. The issue was that everyone I knew outside of the team was only friends with me through Sophie. Students shuffled around me and across the room, I met eyes with the blonde, who immediately flipped her hair and became really invested in whatever dumb conversation was going on.

In all honesty, I could probably fix this all right now. I could walk over, do some groveling, and everything might go back to normal. But let’s be real, I’m way too stubborn for that.

That still left where I was going to sit. The courtyard was currently feeling like a prime option. I was beginning to feel eyes on me, I’d been standing there for too long, it was getting weird. My shoe squeaked on the tile as I spun around and started walking toward the door.

I’d nearly made it to the set of double doors when I felt an arm loop through one of mine and pull me gently toward a table.

“Hey, Jockstrap,” Kloe said, snickering at her own joke. I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or get annoyed at the insult. “Guys, this is Andy, she’s sitting with us.” The way she said it was more of a declaration than asking permission.

Once I’d sat down, which took a bit of effort, with the leg and the crutches and the nearly full table, I glanced around at the occupants. A few of the faces looked familiar, in a “seen them around the halls” kind of way, but not a “had them in class before” way. Three girls were squeezed into the bench across from me, they all nodded a bit and went back to looking at something on one of their phones. Two guys to my right said hi and introduced themselves as Jose and Eli.

“Wait, we’re supposed to introduce ourselves?” One of the girls across from me asked. Jose snorted.

“Generally, that’s what you do when someone new sits down,” he replied, shaking his head at the redhead who’d asked.

“Yeah, but it’s Andy Faultz, everyone knows her already.” She said this as if I wasn’t sitting right there, but I didn’t let it get to me. I mean these were people that had saved me from the humiliation of limping away to the courtyard. Well, I guess that was Kloe, but they’re still in association. Plus, it’s not like they’ll matter too much when things with my regular crowd blow over, which I’m sure they will eventually. Especially once I get this stupid cast off and the season starts.

“But Andy here doesn’t know everyone yet, does she?” A girl sitting next to Kloe, on my left, asked. “My name’s Carly.” She reached across Kloe to shake hands with me. Classy. “The Powderpuff Girls here are Val, Taylor, and Mari.” I nodded. It was probably odd that I wasn’t saying anything and I felt that awkwardness, but the truth was, I was out of my element. Sure, I tended to be a people person, but it’s different when you’re an outsider to an entire group of friends. Not to mention, I’d had entirely too much excitement lately and I didn’t need anymore.

Still, it felt rude to not say anything to them. I opened my mouth to greet the group of teens when someone dropped a tray on the table next to me.

“Mind if I sit here?”

Want to take a wild guess who it was? I’ll give you a hint, it rhymes with heart attack. I just shook my head and avoided looking into her eyes, it wasn’t like I had the power to turn her away in this position. Cedarwood and pine needles filled my senses and I looked down at my hands on the table to keep my mind distracted.

“Hey, Mack,” Kloe said, sounding giddier than she’d ever sounded around me before. And I thought my crushes were obvious. Mack nodded, giving her a quiet smile.

“I see you found a stray,” she commented. It took a lot of effort to keep my face straight and not bite her head off like I wanted to.

“Yeah, she looked like she needed a home and Kloe knew her from something or other, so I told her to go save her,” Carly said. So she was my savior. I glanced up at her and tried to convey my gratitude with a smile. She nodded, turning her attention to the salad in front of her.

“I know her from…” Kloe paused, looking at me and noticing my face fall into panic, “chemistry. We sit next to each other. You’re in the class too, aren’t you, Mack?”

“Right,” Mack nodded, looking over at me with her cocky smirk. “How could I forget.” Her hair was getting longer, the tips were just past her shoulders now. “What made you grace us with your presence, Andrea?”

Before I could correct her or reply, the girls across from us burst out laughing. The kind that you hear all the way across the room. The table goes silent and we all look at the trio, who simply quiet down and continue staring at the phone in front of them.

“Sorry about them,” Eli commented. “It’s not always like this, sometimes they’ll share whatever it is with all of us.” He smiled and rolled his eyes.

Kloe started asking Mack how her day’s been and all I could do was tune everyone out. I was grateful for the save today, but this wasn’t my home. I didn’t belong to this group, it was temporary. There was no need to try and make any long-lasting connections. So, I just sat and tried not to look as uncomfortable as I felt.

Every once in a while, Mack would lean a bit too much towards me and our knees would knock together or our shoulders would bump. I couldn’t help but think she was doing it on purpose.

About halfway through the lunch period, I got up to go to the bathroom. I wasn’t really using the bathroom, not only because that would be disgusting, but also because it’s hell getting off the toilet with this ‘no weight-bearing’ shit. The group was just a bit too much for me. It was a big difference going from the person that everyone knew and wanted to hang out with to someone who sat silently while everyone around her was having the time of their lives.

Surprisingly, I caught the bathrooms at a moment when no one else was there. I took the time alone to lean against the wall and take a deep breath, clear my head. The day had already worn me out. When I opened my eyes, Mack was stepping through the door. I would’ve been angry, but I barely had the energy to glare.

“I think this is the longest I’ve seen you go without having something to say,” she said. I ignored her smirk and looked up at the ceiling, wishing it would turn into a blue sky and the tile would change to white sand. “I can find somewhere else to sit if you want.”

Her face was gentle and held no trace of sarcasm when I glanced back at her. “No, they’re your friends, I’m the one who doesn’t belong there.” She chuckled.

“From what I’ve gathered, Andrea Faultz belongs anywhere Andrea Faultz wants.” I shook my head. You can really tell your emotions are fucked when you feel like crying for no reason. I was hoping my face didn’t show how I was feeling too much, but when Mack’s face fell I knew she saw right through any mask I tried to put on. “Are you okay?”

I shook my head, pushing the heels of my hands into my eyes to stop the tears from falling. Her arms were wrapped around me before I could say anything and my face fell against her shoulder. She held me tight to her and her heartbeat thumped on my cheek.

“What’s wrong, Andrea?” She whispered against my hair.

It might’ve been my fragile emotional state lately or how soft her voice felt, but the honest answer tumbled out of me before I could catch it. “I wish the world I had over the summer could be my real world.” She leaned away enough to look in my eyes.

“Why can’t it?” I made a mistake at that moment. And the moments following. First, I looked at her eyes. Cardinal rule, broken. Then, I leaned forward and met her lips. Warmth spread through me, from my toes to my ears. Her arms tightened if that was possible and I heard one of my crutches clatter to the floor as I reached up to touch her face. It was slow and gentle, like her words always felt, even when they pissed me off. She pushed me back into the wall, leaning into me enough to make my head go fuzzy. We barely separated to catch our breath, meeting again within a second and I swore I heard waves crashing against a shore.

A toilet flushed in the boy’s bathroom next door and it was enough to slam my mind back into reality. Without much thinking, I pushed Mack away and almost fell over trying to balance on one foot by myself. Mack stumbled a bit but caught herself, her chest heaving silently. I had to look down at the floor, away from her face, to keep myself under control.

Without saying anything, Mack knelt down, grabbed my crutch for me, and walked out of the bathroom. I took another deep breath. Neither of us had any words, even if we had mountains of things to say to each other.

#untitled gay mess #original story #my ocs #fictober19 #prompt 11 #she a bit short but she got the spirit #she a little late but she got the spirit

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popunktomlinson · 5 years ago

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summer ‘19 fic rec

so i read a lot of fanfic this summer and mostly just made this for myself for reference but figured i would publish it if anyone wants some fic recs!!

RE-READS

Young & Beautiful - Velvetoscar (227k)

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.

Special Topping - LoadedGunn (13k)

'Who would even want so many pizzas so late at night?' Harry wonders before the door opens.

Oh. Apparently short guys with shaggy brown hair and a scruff and bright blue eyes and heart-stopping smiles. That's who.

Harry's not even ashamed of how he nearly drops all the pizzas. This guy is gorgeous and Harry hasn't noticed anyone like that in ages, let alone provided services to them. If he opened his mouth right now the only thing that would come out is, "By special topping did you mean my dick?"

Or, the AU where Harry delivers pizza and Louis really just wants Tim Gunn to spank him.

Do You Wanna - Randominity (12k)

"I got a question for you, mate," the lad says. "You wanna make a quick fifty quid?" (*PWP)

I Had The Life Of Ordinary, I Spat It Out - TableForThree (22k)

Harry Styles falls asleep a sixteen year old boy nervous about his upcoming X-Factor audition that could make or break his career. He wakes up a twenty-six year old man with a husband and two children, and no recollection of the past ten years.

These Inconvenient Fireworks - wontsitstill (190k)

Future AU in which nobody tries out for X Factor but the boys end up finding one another eventually anyway. Louis is a jaded bastard who owns a cat named Duchess and teaches drama to teenagers, Harry is an idealistic aspiring photographer/part-time footy coach, Zayn teaches English lit and wears leather jackets, Liam saves people from burning buildings, and Niall is Niall.

Red Brick Heart - hazmesentir (98k)

Harry has only had his room for thirty-two minutes when it stops being his.

Uni AU. Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn't expect is a surprise roommate who's loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he's ever wanted.

Unbelievers - isthatyoularry (136k)

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

Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything.

NEW READS

As You Are - Zarah5 (139k)

AU. Five years after The X Factor launched his career as a radio host and songwriter, Louis Tomlinson returns as a judge. Falling for a contestant is the last thing he needs. It's also against his contract.

rivers ‘til i reach you - embodied (29k)

AU. Louis studies astronomy; Harry studies Louis. They spend their summers on the water and it shouldn't be complicated (spoiler: it is).

Born to Make You Happy - objectlesson (25k)

Harry makes a quiet vow to himself that he will be the very best girlfriend Louis has ever had, even if he never actually gets to be Louis’s girlfriend.

Swallow The Knife - whoknows (76k)

“You came,” Louis says, still breathless, clinging to Harry, uncaring that his sweat is getting all over Harry’s presumably clean dad shirt, or that he’s making Harry hold up all of his weight.

“Of course I came,” Harry says. He shifts, one arm curled underneath Louis’ arse, the other spreading wide in the middle of Louis’ back. “If I ignored you every time you pissed me off we would have stopped being friends a long time ago.”

And That’s The Tea - 2tiedships2 (27k)

I’d like an Earl Grey with milk and sugar, please.

Or, the one where Louis loses his soulmate before even getting the chance to meet them, and he is in no way prepared for the kind of distraction his new friend Harry proves to be.

You Know It’s Christmas (My Heart Is Open Wide) - messofgorgeouschaos (21k)

In which Louis is a cast member at Saturday Night Live, and a past airport encounter comes back to haunt him before their Christmas episode.

blue is all i’ve ever really known - coffeelouis (5k)

In order to keep things "light and breezy," Louis and Harry have established a comprehensive set of rules which will ensure they don't screw up their professional working relationship with this date they're (finally) going on.

Absolutely nothing could go wrong.

[or, the BROOKLYN NINE-NINE AU that no one asked for and I wrote anyway]

Once Upon A Time - objectlesson (26k)

“M’not gonna half-ass our fake relationship,” Louis almost snaps, voice sharp with a defensive edge, like Harry wandered too close to a bruise with needy fingers. “Now kiss me again. We’re gonna make every shitty tourist here wish they had stayed in the Midwest. We’re gonna burn Disneyland down with our gay. ”

Harry shuts his eyes and opens his mouth, because he can’t fucking say no to Louis.

Or, a fake dating AU where everyone is lying and they happen to be at the Happiest Place on Earth.

Make Your Words A Weapon - HelloAmHere (36k)

There’s no single path forward from the connection, no truth other than the truth that the person whose words you carry is out there, an undefined something that you’re going to have to deal with.

In whatever way you can possibly deal with meeting the stranger who's always been there, and always been missing.

OR: Louis is a music critic, Harry is a rockstar, soulmates are destiny but no one ever said destiny was easy, music is everything.

Drawn to You - lulullawrence (8k)

It had started with Louis getting in trouble for coloring on himself when he hadn’t touched a felt tip pen the entire day. Through the years, the random drawings had evolved and changed. There was a period in sixth form when his soulmate must have gotten shy or something, because the drawings only happened after school hours and in places that others wouldn’t be as likely to see. The inside of his bicep, his thigh. A couple times he even had drawings appear on his ribcage. While he didn’t mind those few years, he did seem somewhat soothed when they began to appear on his left arm again. He’d missed them.

Or that completely self indulgent soulmates au that plays out in not always romantic ways.

i was getting kinda used to being someone you loved - werebothstubborn (8k)

Louis manages to look apologetic as he licks slobbery circles around Harry's palm until he lets go. “Pretend to be my boyfriend,” he says, dramatically gulping in as much air as he can breathe.

“I’m sorry, what?”

Even Your Honey Dew - objectlesson (9k)

It probably says something about Harry that he’s so obsessed with another omega’s arse.

Powerless (and I Don’t Care It’s Obvious) - objectlesson (4k)

“Oh no, Lou, don’t make me laugh,” he whimpers. His Ribena-purple mouth twists into a glorious, breakable shape, and Louis’s heart stops. He should not be getting turned on by Harry’s full-bladder discomfort, his little twitches, his hips-stuttering. And yet.

Only One at the Finish Line - objectlesson (9k)

“What don’t I know?!” Louis shouts, and then Harry is rounding on him, close enough that he can feel the heat of his body, the rage and the glory and the pain of it so close that it blinds him.

“I want to be another alpha’s omega,” is what he says, and it comes out like something reckless, something wild. Like he doesn't care anymore if Louis hates him or not, if Louis understands, he just needs to speak his truth aloud to darkness, to the slender pines that surround them like a jury panel.

Take Me Under the Blue - objectlesson (19k)

Louis hasn’t even seen his legs yet. He doesn’t know how they work or how long they’ll be. Maybe they won’t suit the rest of Harry at all, and he’ll have to grow into them or something. It doesn’t matter; Louis has loved Harry for a year with scales, so he can’t imagine wonky legs putting a damper on his attraction.

He supposes he’ll just have to find out. In the meantime, he wonders how the fuck he got here, in his squelching wellies about to save the love of his life from the sea and take him to bed and bang him for the very first time.

It’s sort of a long story.

Life Saver - objectlesson (30k)

Louis is a sweetheart punk with a theater background and a heart of gold, Harry is an inexperienced nerd who plays by the rules. Classmates, lab partners, and eventually friends, what happens when Louis knows he’s in love, but doesn’t know how tell Harry?

you are half of me (and I am all for you) - angelichl (24k)

One Direction, an obscure indie rock band, is about to embark on their first cross-country tour, living out of Louis' beloved van named Patricia.

Harry is in love, and Louis is oblivious. Or is he?

Featuring skinny-dipping in Texas waterfalls, getting lost in the desert, stargazing under the New Mexico sky, performing in front of crowds that grow in size each night, and falling in love on the road during the greatest summer of their lives.

say that you can see me (i’ll speak up i swear) - coffeelouis (20k)

“Well, it’s not like anyone really RSVPs,” Liam defends when Harry turns back to him, “No one takes Facebook events seriously.” Harry rolls his eyes, still finding it within himself to get annoyed in his moment of panic. Liam has been complaining about the lack of accountability Facebook events have bred in their generation since their freshman year. Harry glances back to the gallery entrance. Yep, still there and moving closer.

“But aren’t you guys friends?” Harry asks, trying to convey the urgency in his tone.

“Well, I mean, I talk to him when he stops by the office for supplies sometimes,” Liam reasons, “But I wouldn’t say we’re friends, exactly. Maybe more like, friendly acquaintances?”

[or, the liberal arts COLLEGE AU where Harry knows Louis as the best friend of the boy he has been hopelessly in love with for years now and Louis knows Harry as the boy he wished would look away from Zayn long enough to notice him.]

Let Our Hearts Collide - crinkle-eyed-boo (76k)

When Harry, a lonely transit worker, saves the life of the handsome commuter he's been secretly pining for, an innocent mistake results in Liam Payne's family believing that Harry is engaged to their son. In the Paynes, Harry finds the big family he's always longed for...and a love he never saw coming.

A While You Were Sleeping AU

Head Over Heels - Sasparella76 (26k)

Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles are both up and coming editors at Cowell Publishing. Louis thinks Harry is brilliant at his job and beyond gorgeous. It’s just a pity that Harry is also the most annoying man Louis has ever met.

just one look (and i fell so hard) - disgruntledkittenface (15k)

Harry has wanted to go to the Shubert Theatre ever since he moved to New York and lucked into a rent-controlled apartment just outside of the Theatre District. When he finally gets his chance, he hopes the night can meet his sky-high expectations. But the last thing he could have expected was the man seated next to him.

Golden Like Sands of Time - afirethatcannotdie (51k)

“You need to change this one,” Zayn says, pointing to number six. “It’s unrealistic. It needs to be something you can actually achieve.” “What’s unachievable about a summer romance?” Harry asks, offended. “Nothing, it’s just… what if it doesn’t happen?” Harry pouts. He can totally have a summer romance. It’s just about finding the right person. “What about… kiss a stranger?” "Perfect."

waiting for the tides to meet - anonymous (60k)

Soulmate AU. Everyone is born with heterochromia — one eye is their own eye colour, while the other is the colour of their soulmate's. It's only when they meet their soulmate for the first time that their own eyes match properly. After a hazy night at a frat party, Louis wakes up to blue eyes and the shocking realization that he had met his soulmate, without any sober recollection. Seven years pass where Louis comes to terms with the fact that he'll never know who his soulmate is. Then one fated summer, a beautiful green-eyed photographer arrives at Louis' workplace, with promises of endless laughter and a familiar feeling in Louis' heart.

Lightning Strikes Twice - dinosaursmate (104k)

Louis slipped his hand onto Harry’s thigh, snaking his fingers up and inwards. “I’m a big fan. You’re so talented, and I have to admit that I actually fancy you a bit.” “Yeah?” Harry reached up to push Louis’ fringe out of his eyes. “Well, you know, I like to try and be accommodating to my fans.” “You’re quite well known for that,” Louis whispered as he turned his head some more, their mouths an inch apart. “So I hear.” --- Rock star Harry Styles was nineteen when he met Louis, a groupie with a huge heart that Harry couldn’t quite shake from his mind. Fate granted him a second chance at the age of sixty, his washed up and lonely existence being transformed by a widower with a bookshop.

Make Tea, Not War - adventuring + howdoyouwhisk (20k)

"Hopeless, hopeless flatmate. Would you rather be with one of these guys?"

"Nope!"

Or: Louis attempts to become a better flatmate, much to Harry's dismay.

Ain’t That A Kick In The Head! - lesbianharrie + wreckingtomlinson (22k)

In which Harry’s a disaster gay who doesn’t know shit about soccer, Liam drinks too many blue raspberry Coolattas, Niall knows everyone, Zayn looks dead, and Louis is Not Happy about sharing his breakout moment with “Drunk Hawaiian Guy.”

Let Me Feel Your Heartbeat - angelichl (34k)

Harry is 98% sure Louis hates him. So he feels like his bewilderment is justified when the omega offers to help him through his rut.

Life At Shutter Speed - zarah5 (20k)

AU. Having landed a job modelling for an outdoor clothing catalogue, Harry certainly wouldn’t mind doing some extracurricular work for photographer Louis Tomlinson. Say, a private photo session? Yes, please? Good thing that Harry has ten days and three beautiful locations -- Morocco, Indonesia and the Swiss Alps -- to make Louis see just how good they could be.

stars are guiding me back - coffeelouis (80k)

Directing the first ever season of The Bachelor with a bisexual star is a huge career move for Louis. After throwing himself into his career, he finally has the opportunity to prove himself as a director with a unique vision.

For Harry, being cast as the first ever Bi Bachelor means finally putting his ex-boyfriend behind him and starting anew. He's taking a chance on finding love and determined to do it right this time.

Light My Morning Sky - withthethieves (54k)

The relatively cliché University AU in which Louis happens to be proficient in Philosophy, Ethics, and keeping his distance, while Harry is in need of a tutor to salvage his grade, and never passes up on a challenge; Zayn and Liam like to gaze wantonly across at each other whilst pretending to read Austen; and Niall is the precarious bond that holds them all together.

Saw It In Your Eyes - taggiecb (15k)

Harry Styles counts himself extremely lucky that he has landed such a great roommate. It doesn’t bother him at all that his new roommate is gay. In fact, they get along so well that they have formed an extremely close friendship that takes up pretty much all his free time. When Louis starts bringing a new guy home with him, Harry is surprised by how much it bothers him. Is he not as okay as he thought he was with Louis’ sexuality?

Push My Buttons - KrisStylinson (2k)

“Fuck off.” Louis leans into this boy’s personal space just to show how unaffected he is, even if it is technically a bluff. “My team’s winning.”

The boy crowds right back into him with a smug look, and that turns out to be their downfall—a large man to his left nudges his arm and gestures to the jumbotron, where Louis and fucking Newsboy are currently encased in a cartoon heart with the words KISS CAM burning brightly above them.

Paper Houses - allwaswell16 (11k)

When model Louis Tomlinson admits to having a celebrity crush on a very famous actor in an article in GQ magazine, he has no idea it will lead to anything. He definitely never suspects he will fall so hard and so fast for Harry Styles. When reality begins to interfere, their relationship is put to the test.

Not The Desperate Type -lululawrence (6k)

It sounded like the guy was actually moving furniture above him as he was sweeping now. Damn. Did Louis miss the seven minutes in heaven or was the guy angry because he didn’t even get that much pleasure today?

“I’m kinda afraid with the amount of noise he produces while cleaning that one day I’m gonna look up through my ceiling and be able to see him.”

“Tell him we wish him a better sex life and that we’re rooting for him if you do.”

Or the one where Louis' neighbor has a series of unfortunately short sexual experiences and Louis can hear every. Single. One.

Can We Talk For A Moment? - lululawrence (16k)

It was widely known that alphas were never as common as betas or omegas. It is believed the reasoning for that was safety for their packs. Each pack could only have one Alpha, and in order to keep order and make sure there was no mistaking who was in power, once the successor had been named, other alphas would be forced out of the pack.

Harry didn’t care for the reasons behind the phenomenon. In the end, it didn’t really matter. All he knew was he was the only alpha within about a thousand mile radius, and he was a complete and total disappointment.

Or the one where Harry is a shy, nerdy alpha, Louis is a loud omega punk, and there's more to both of them than their reputations.

UNFINISHED

awake and unafraid - you_explode (102k) - UNFINISHED

It's 2007, Harry's seventeen, his favourite band is My Chemical Romance, and he's in love with his best friend.

Peaches and Cream - seducedbycurls (65k)

The study was to see if two strangers could live together for a month and fall in love.

“We are a new organization working to prove that love can do extraordinary things.” “You will do everything together & you are not allowed to leave the resort for the whole month.” “We want to prove that opposites attract.”

Louis is allergic to peaches, Harry smells like peaches. Louis just came for the money.

Take Me As I Am - lovelarry10 (118k)

“Suppressant? But… why would I need a suppressant? Alphas don’t take suppressants.”

“You’re right, they don’t.”

Secrets. Lies. Deception. Betrayal. Self-discovery.

Alpha. Omega. How far will they go to hide the truth?

Mirror Touch - pinky_heaven19 (58k)

“You know I can see colors in sounds, right?”

Harry nods, confused as Louis knew he would be.

“Well, I have another type of synesthesia, called mirror-touch. Have you heard of it?”

Harry shakes his head, and Louis can feel the tenseness in his shoulders and jaws slacking a little at the unexpected topic.

“It means I feel what other people feel. Literally, all the time.”

OR the one where Harry owns a second-hand clothing store, and Louis is a radio host. Louis has mirror-touch synesthesia, which makes him experience what people around him feel. He feels a lot around Harry.

#fics #read #fic rec #mine

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constant-fandom-migrator · 6 years ago

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Sweetwater Revenge: A Choni AU

A Riverdale AU in which the Blossoms are a very old vampire family and the serpents are vampire hunters. With a peace treaty between the Blossoms and the serpents, all seems calm. That is until the ghoulies, an insane breed of vampires, begin to push their way into town. Shocking murders rock the town, but is it vampires, or is it someone out for revenge? On the other side of things is the Lodge family, still buying up land with a different, but sinister, plan.

Choni is the main focus of the story, enemies to lovers type deal. All other characters are treated appropriately.

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CHAPTER 1

Riverdale was the town with pep! At least that’s what the faded sign on the town border said. In reality, the town was far more ominous than advertised. Darkness clung to everything in sight. The people, the places and, of course, all the ill formed alliances, were all shrouded in mystery. That mystery being several hundred years in the making.

Over the years the town became divided as more people failed to see eye to eye. It was understandable, given the circumstances. While most towns grappleed only with politics and poverty, Riverdale was forced to deal with something far more sinister, death.

The sprawling Thornhill Mansion on the highest hill served as a constant reminder of the terrible truth. Etched on the rusting gates was the phrase“Radices Currere Abyssi.” It was an old Latin phrase for Roots Run Deep. Those roots were deeper than anyone but the Blossom’s knew. As the founders of the town, the Blossom family owned much of the town, including Thornhill.

Most people considered Thornhill to be a home of horrors, haunted not by ghosts, but by the living. Though, some would disagree with the word living. It didn’t really apply, at least not to the Blossoms.

The town, and more specifically the residents of Thornhill had a secret. Vampires were not only real, but they owned most of the town. They weren’t vampires in the sense that they glittered in the sun and were tentative friends with werewolves. Rather, they were the sort that had a blood cellar instead of a wine cellar, and were remarkably old. No one had an exact number, but they founded Riverdale nearly 250 years prior. They also had been rumored to be around several centuries before then.

This was a difficult concept for newcomers to grasp. As such, most of the town consisted of the original families that settled there just after Riverdale’s founding.

The main families were the Blossoms, Coopers, Andrews and Lodges. The Lodge family was the sole family to actually leave Riverdale, but like most others they returned.

Riverdale was a magnet forged by demons themselves. It didn't matter that most town’s didn't have vampires or mysterious deaths. It was a town comparable to no other, a piece of it living inside each resident. No one stayed gone, not for long.

* * *

It was an exciting day for the people of Riverdale. The high school specifically was abuzz with rumours of the new arrivals. The Lodge family, though one of the original families of Riverdale, had been in New York for nearly twenty years. It marked the longest departure of the original families.

Hermione and Hiram Lodge had a daughter, Veronica, while in New York. After some legal trouble, the disgraced family decided to return to their humble roots. That's what was exciting people the most. The older folks in town knew Hermione and Hiram, but no one knew what to expect from Veronica.

Betty, of the Cooper family, was first to break the news in the school paper. It didn't take long before all of Riverdale followed the peppy blonde’s lead, trading rumours like it was a new form of currency.

It was no secret that the Blossom family both owned and ran the small town, located on the scenic edge of Sweetwater River. However, the Lodges had made a name for themselves in New York, and a showdown was inevitable.

People already knew a lot about the Lodges. For instance, Hiram and his wife started Lodge Industries together. Carefully and over time, they wove a tangled webb of various businesses, some legitimate, some not.

It was some of their earlier businesses that finally caught up with them, landing Hiram behind bars. Though, just like with everything else, money was key. After only six months in jail, he was released. Following the advice of their many lawyers, they decided to start over in Riverdale.

It wasn’t until eight thirty a.m on a breezy Tuesday morning that the news finally felt real. With the front door to Riverdale High slammed open, in came a girl with dark black hair, a neatly pressed skirt matched with a ruffled blouse and elegant string of pearls around her neck. Veronica Lodge had arrived.

Silence engulfed the crowd of onlookers until Betty stepped up with an outstretched hand and her swinging signature ponytail.

The two could not have appeared more differently. Betty with her pink cardigan and comfortable jeans, next to Veronica and her oversized sunglasses and razor sharp high heels. Anyone who knew Betty would tell you she wasn’t afraid of anything. So with a smile, she announced, “Hello, I’m Betty. Welcome to Riverdale.”

Veronica made a show of removing her glasses and gripping Betty’s outstretched hand. “Hello to you. As I’m sure you know, I’m Veronica Lodge.”

With a smile, Betty released her hand. “Yes, we were expecting you today. Can I take you to the office? You can pick up your schedule and locker number there.”

“Of course” She responded quickly, with an eye on something behind Betty. “Maybe along the way you could tell me about that red hunk of handsome.”

Turning, Betty saw none other than Archie Andrews. He was her best friend and nextdoor neighbour. He was sweet, and the closest thing to selfless a person could be. She didn’t much like the idea of introducing the two just yet.

On the way to the office, they ran intoto Kevin Keller, king of snappy comebacks and stating the obvious. He was a good friend of Betty’s, but as Veronica so animatedly offered to take him in as her best gay, she grew quickly weary of the newcomer.

It wasn't until after escorting her to the office that they ran into her worst fear, Cheryl Blossom.

Everybody was aware of who and what the Blossoms were, but generally didn’t speak on it. It was best to stay out of their way and, when necessary, give them what they wanted.

Cheryl’s striking red hair seemed to light her milky white skin on fire while her eyes felt as if they went through anything she chose to glance at. She moved abnormally quickly, but not enough to make obvious what she was.

What gave her away the most was the way she seemed to float rather than walk. Sure her fit actually touched the ground, but did so in a way that Cheryl appeared weightless.

Stepping to the side, in order to not be between them, Betty made quick introductions.

“Veronica, this is Cheryl. She is captain of the vixens, our decorated cheer squad.”

Cheryl chuckled menacingly, lacing her fingers together. “Oh sweet Betty, you know I’m far more than a mere cheer captain. I run this school and my family runs this town. Be warned, daughter of a sleazy conman, no one gets in my way.”

Crossing her arms, Veronica fired back, “I didn’t realize you and the rest of your blood thieving family could even venture outside during the day.”

“There is a lot you don’t know about my family, and if I were you, I would keep it that way.”

Neither looked like they were going to back down when, like a saint on a mission, Jughead Jones swooped in. Flannel shirt around his waist and pin decorated beanie cut in the shape of a crown, made him stand out in a crowd. His distracting presence was sorely needed.

“Whats up ladies?”

“No one was talking to you, hobo.” Cheryl replied coldly.

Veronica took a different route, with a sickly sweet voice and fluttering eyelashes.

“You are a welcome break from the Anne Rice novel I seem to have gotten stuck in. Hello there, I’m Veronica.”

“Charmed” Jughead said, failing to hide the sarcasm. “Betty, are we still on for Pop’s later?”

“I’ve lost interest in this sidebar.” Cheryl flipped her hair and floated away.

Betty chose to ignore them and only answer Jug, “Yeah, and how’s your dad?”

“Oh he’s fine, you know him, not even a Ghoulie can take him out.”

“That’s good Jug, I’ll see you later. I’m going to show Veronica to her first class.”

“Yes, dogooder Betty, on her first mission of the day.” Jughead gave an awkward bow and narrowly avoided Betty’s playful smack.

When they finally arrived at the classroom, Veronica boldly asked, “What’s a ghoulie?”

Betty thought for a moment, trying to figure out a short but accurate answer. “They are like the Blossoms, but much worse. Compared to them, the Blossoms are basically as human as you or I.”

Veronica nodded, but still looked confused, as she should be. Even Betty, who lived in Riverdale her whole life, couldn't fully explain or understand the ghoulies. They were vile, insane creatures that masquerades as a local gang. Of course they were not to be confused with the serpents. Sure they also wore leather and caused their fare share of chaos, but they were human and, most, had morals.

For the moment, that was all Veronica needed to know. After all, she was new and not many people should be trusted in Riverdale.

* * *

Toni’s day was going much like any other. Wake up, go to school, cause a bit of mayhem, and end up at the south side bar, The Whyt Wyrm. Even being in the serpents had become more about going through the motions than anything else.

She had been lured into the gang because of her grandpa’s tall tales of vampires running wild and the small group of indigenous people that fought back with the only known weapon, the venom of a massasauga. Only the venom of that particular serpent could take down even the strongest vampire. For safety, a group of men began to gather regularly and used to the venom to take out any vampire preying on their tribe. They called themselves the serpents and her history began.

After the peace treaty with the Blossoms, nearly forty years prior, things quieted for the serpents. The peace treaty only covered the Blossom family, all other vampires that came near their land were still up for grabs.

Toni had never met a Blossom, mostly because the peace treaty only meant a cease fire, not that old wounds were healed or that there was even any understanding. They were still the enemy, and that was fine by her.

The ghoulies were both a whole different story and breed. While the Blossoms drank only from blood bags and willing donors, the ghoulies drained anything human. Whether it was a man, woman or child, they weren’t picky and never left an ounce of blood to spare.

The serpents managed to keep them out of Riverdale, both the north and south side up until that point. Rumours of them growing restless, however, had been confirmed when several ghoulies were spotted circling the perimeter of Riverdale. For the moment, all the serpents could do was keep a close eye on them. Some members wanted to go after them, but most realized their dwindling numbers would not produce a victory for them.

Her days of checking on ghoulies and pouring beers were shaken up when FP, king of the serpents, announced they had been paid off for a simple job. They were asked to takeover and trash the drive in theater. It was true that the job wasn’t exactly usual for them, but it seemed simple enough and they were all low on cash. Toni figured it was as good a job as any. She could use a break from the monotony, and trouble was her favorite extra curricular.

For the north side, there was nothing better to do than a movie at the drive in and a milkshake at Pop’s. For the south side, there was nothing better to do than bother the north side. They had a funny relationship that way.

Unlike a lot of the southside, Toni didn’t hold any ill will against the people of the north side. Sure they were annoying, stuck up and had a nasty case of tunnel-vision, but they never did anything specifically against her.

So while she was happy to pester them in the name of fun, thats where Toni drew the line. She joined the serpents to protect people from the ghoulies, not deal drugs and rob the north side. The serpents had lost their way, and she wasn’t yet in a position to point that out.

Instead, like the good soldier she was, Toni marched into the drive in, large bucket of popcorn to toss and orders to bug as many people as possible.

#Riverdale #Choni #bughead #cheryl blossom #cheryl x toni #toni topaz

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llantano · 4 years ago

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Turning Leaves, 11. Cameras

Amelia stood beside the camera as the photographer posed Dorian on a baby blue wingback loveseat like a queen on a throne. Langston sat beside her in a pink dress, and they were angled toward each other, sitting up straight, with their hands folded in their laps.

The photographer instructed them on how to hold their shoulders and turn their chins and tossed a couple of Langston's long locks over her shoulder before stepping back to snap more pictures. Dorian and Langston were both pleased with the pose, and seemed to relax and smile with sincerity.

Amelia crossed her arms and waited for a few moments. "I like this," she offered, trying to be diplomatic with the photographer. "She looks very authoritative and intelligent, and it is pretty obvious that there is a mother-daughter bond there…."

"But?" Dorian asked as the photographer paused.

"Don't get me wrong," Amelia explained, "I could see this picture hanging in your living room … but I just think it would be much better to show some affection between the two of you. This set-up is just … a little bit formal - almost … conservative." She sneered at the word.

"What if we held hands?" Dorian reached out and pulled Langston's hands into her lap, wrapping the girl's hands in her own. They inched closer together in their seats and smiled at the camera for a few more pictures before Dorian put one arm around Langston's shoulder and embraced her close enough that their shoulders were touching.

Amelia couldn't help but smile as the camera caught the impromptu maternal embrace. "That's really good," she observed.

"Now stand up," the photographer gestured at them with one arm, still fixated on the camera.

Dorian had spent enough time in front of the camera in her life to understand exactly how to behave, but Langston questioned herself.

Dorian stood and smoothed her clothes, then took Langston's hand in her own and checked to make sure her daughter's skirt wasn't bunching anywhere and her hair was out of her face. Then she pulled Langston into another, more genuine hug. "You are so beautiful. Do you know that?"

"Me?" Langston countered. "Dorian, you're gorgeous." Langston seemed to be filled with reassurance, while Dorian closed her eyes and relished the moment, soaking it up like a sponge. The warmth between them was palpable.

Amelia cocked her head sidewise in thought as the camera bulb flashed. It was obvious that the pair had a deep level of affection for each other. It was a familial bond that they were lucky to have, given that they had managed to "find" each other. Something inside Amelia hungered for a bond that strong.

Dorian did not let go of Langston for a long time, even after the photographer congratulated them on their shots. Langston hesitated to pull away. She couldn't remember the last time she and Dorian had hugged like this.

"I'll be able to email you some proofs in a couple of hours."

Amelia furrowed her brows when Dorian finally let go of her daughter and leaned back to admire her. Langston, without pause, grabbed her purse and dug in it for her cell phone.

"Dorian, we have that meeting with the factory workers union?" Amelia reminded.

Dorian nodded without a word and retrieved her own purse, but stopped and waited for Langston to finish sending a text message. "Sweetheart?"

Langston shut her phone and placed it back in her handbag. "Markko traded shifts with this guy at work and he wants to go to the movies," she explained.

"Langston," Dorian protested, "what about the article?"

"Pfft, no problem," Langston satisfied, waving her hand in front of her. "I've already got most of it finished. I just need to go back over it a couple of times and smooth out the wrinkles." She checked her watch. "I still have, like, four hours before I meet him. Trust me," she grinned, reassuring, "it will be in your hands for your editorial comments before I leave."

Dorian beamed and tucked Langston's hair behind her ear in adoration. "Meet you back at home then."

***

David returned to campaign headquarters and tossed a stack of posters and a stapler onto an empty table, checking a splinter in the end of his finger.

Blair rushed forward, disapproving as she looked over the stack. "David, you were supposed to hang those up!"

"The last time I checked, I was the deputy campaign manager, and you were a volunteer," he sneered.

Blair growled at him. "The last time I checked, it was your job to help Dorian get elected, which means hanging up posters!"

"Oh yeah? Well the last time I checked, you were my … ex-step … daughter-slash-niece." He spoke with broken pauses to make sure he got it right. "Show some respect." He grabbed the stack of posters and pushed them into her arms.

Blair took the posters and put her hands on her hips. She declined to bring up the fact that she was David's ex-step-grandmother. "You know what? I don't have time for your juvenile games, David. You don't want to hang the posters? Fine. Find someone who will." She shoved them back into his arms and returned to a desk where she had been folding fliers to put on car windshields.

David looked around and found a wimpy looking kid with old glasses. "You," he pointed. "Make a difference in the world." He handed the kid the posters before following Blair.

"Where is Dorian, anyway?" he asked her. "We were supposed to have a meeting before her other meeting."

Blair blinked up at him. "Yeah well maybe she didn't feel it necessary to consult you before having her other meeting."

David sat down on the edge of the desk and fiddled with the pictures of Jack, Sam, Starr and Langston that Dorian had sitting around. "She is spending entirely too much time with that Amelia."

Blair shot a skeptical look at him. "What are you, jealous?"

"No," he insisted. "I'm only concerned for Dorian's best interests."

"Your ex-wife," Blair clarified.

David lowered his voice. His tone was serious as Blair smirked at him like an adult entertained by a child's antics. "It isn't that I don't understand what Dorian's doing, but Amelia asked her to announce that she would officiate a lesbian marriage – right before the live news cameras started rolling at Dorian's press conference."

"Your point?"

"My point is that Dorian didn't even have time to consider her answer or call her lawyers. And then she popped off that line about marrying Amelia."

Blair leaned forward and grabbed David's collar. "You keep your mouth shut," she threatened. "You know as well as I do how much Dorian wants to win this election."

"Hey! Hands off the threads!" David pried Blair's fists off of his shirt. "Do you know how much this cost me?"

"Too much," she frowned as she sat back down.

David fixed his collar, his voice still low. "Listen, the only reason Dorian said that was to stall." He nodded as Blair looked up and her eyes met his. "She can't legally officiate a same-sex marriage." He squinted in thought. "It also threw a curve ball at Nick and Amelia, but it'll just be a matter of time until – assuming Dorian wins – she'll be illegally putting her stamp of approval on same-sex marriage."

Blair looked around to see if anyone was nearby. "What is your point, David?"

"Don't you think she's taken this a little far?" he frowned. "Of course, that whole window stunt you pulled off right after her announcement didn't help the situation any. She took off to the hospital and Amelia and I were stuck holding the bag. You should consider hiring a stunt double, Blair."

Blair glared. "That's not funny."

"Listen. I am a man of many … many … talents. I know a good scheme when I see one. But all Dorian can see right now is that she has a gay campaign manager and she's got one up on Viki."

Her tone was sarcastic and contemptuous. "David, I thought I told you to shut up. Dorian's not stupid."

David raised an eyebrow.

"You keep talking like this and I will personally see to it that you're working for Viki by this time tomorrow."

David frowned. "Hm. My dignity," he weighed in one hand, "or a bottomless slush fund and five meals a day," he weighed in the other.

Blair gave him a dirty look. "It is so good to see where your true loyalties lie."

David looked around and checked his watch. "Where are they? I need some media exposure before my fans forget what I look like."

"You have fans?" Blair chuckled with sarcasm.

***

"Looks like there are picketers up ahead," Dorian's driver warned the trio of campaigners as they approached their meeting. "Want me to circle and find another entrance?"

Dorian's answer was abrupt. "No. Drive straight on through."

Amelia and David exchanged a glance as Dorian turned her attention to her bag and retrieved a compact mirror. "Give me a moment to freshen up?" she suggested to her two campaign managers as they pulled into an empty parking space.

"I'll wait for you outside," Amelia nodded. "David, why don't you go ahead in and make sure they're all ready for us?"

David checked Dorian with his eyes and nodded as they left Dorian in the car.

Dorian freshened her lipstick and pulled out her cell phone. She scrolled through her contacts until landing on the person she wanted to call.

"McBain. Did you remember something, Dorian?"

She smirked, understanding that this meant he had her number saved in his phone as well. "Actually, I did, though I don't think it will help with your current investigation."

"And what's that?"

She turned her eyes to the side, gazing out the car window without moving her head. "Remember how Mayor Lowell refused to resign?"

"How could I forget?"

She expected a comment about how she had been the one to convince the former mayor otherwise, but John waited. "He said something to me about how Viki couldn't win. I didn't give it much thought, but it recently occurred to me that he might have been padding his numbers."

"Are you talking about voter fraud, here, Dorian?"

She hesitated. "Yes. I want to make sure this is a clean election. If I win this I want it to be fair and square."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying maybe you should look into it."

There was a silence. "Are you telling me that you are suspicious that you have an unfair advantage against Viki at the polls? And rather than just … sit on that information, let it play out, you want the officials to check into it?"

"Yes," she stated. "… John, I know that I aligned myself with Stan Lowell before, but you have to believe that I want nothing more than to distance myself from that man and his lies."

"Oh, I believe that, Dorian."

"Then you'll look into it?"

"Well, I'm a bit wrapped up in this Jared Banks thing right now, but…."

"John…." She pleaded.

"I'll do what I can."

"Thank you." She hung up and checked her face in the mirror again. She could see Amelia outside the window already prepping reporters who had gathered in anticipation of this important employment meeting.

It hadn't been that long ago, she remembered, that she had found the buzz of the media comforting, and she had to admit to herself that she loved the limelight. She had known for some time that she couldn't expect to have much privacy, but her photo shoot with Langston had tugged her heartstrings. She could not remember the last time she had been able to let her guard down and just spend an afternoon relaxing with her whole family gathered around her. If they weren't off and running, she was – especially now.

It seemed the best solution was to draw them into her campaign, and she hesitated to do that after what had happened to Starr and Hope.

She sighed. These moments when she could think without having to be on her game, without having to check every word, were few. She snapped her compact shut, took a deep breath, and popped open the car door, re-entering the world high-heels first.

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