#it’s a nice little fic that I’m enjoying along side a bunch of other Bill fics but this one’s the first to get fanart!
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I can’t get myself to finish or post my own fanart/AUs for Bill, but for other people’s stuff? My brain says no problem!
Anyways this is fanart of a scene from the fic Who Knew A Demon Could Break? By Fyn_Lives_In_The_Void over on ao3! The author asked for fanart of Bill in the orange sequin jumpsuit (you know, from the Stan’s Wrong Song?) and it was a very funny mental image so who am I to deny them?
#bill cipher#human bill cipher#human bill au#bill cipher au#fanart of a fanfic#I don’t know if the author has a tumblr so I’m not gonna @ them#I hope it’s clear Bill is embarrassed/nervous here bc I’ve been staring at this so long I can’t tell anymore#maybe give the fic a look if you like human bill AUs!#its got Billford if that’s you’re thing#and it starts angsty but it’s gotten fluffy (for now)#it’s a nice little fic that I’m enjoying along side a bunch of other Bill fics but this one’s the first to get fanart!#(asking goes a long way for me tbh)#my hoard
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Red Flags and Long Nights
Real Dad!Leon S. Kennedy x daughter fem!reader (one shot)
hello hello 👋 this is the fic written for the milestone celebration poll winner (real dad taking accidental viagra); big big thanks to all of you who have gotten me here!! 💜 💜 I’m so thankful everyday that you guys choose to read/like/share/interact with my fics and just me in general! 🥰 so without further ado, I hope you enjoy this one shot!!!
WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, INCEST, dead dove content, dad/daughter incest, groping, slight cnc, dirty talk, breast play, oral (m receiving), kissing, teasing, unprotected sex, creampie
not proofread 😅 some of it was written while sleepy so hopefully it makes sense haha
title from Red Flags and Long Nights from She Wants Revenge
<<prequel: Oh By Gosh, By Golly>>
One day, your mom calls you up out of the blue wanting to talk about planning a family vacation this year. Somewhere with sandy beaches and clear blue water. Something over an extended weekend once everyone can take off work. She’s already talked it over with your dad and he’s agreeable as long as it doesn’t cost an arm and a leg.
As she talks, you pull open your calendar and look over your work schedule. Once you find a date that works, she promises to text you the details of the Air B&B she plans to book. You bid her goodbye and hang up the phone, quietly excited about a beach trip even if it is with your parents.
You keep busy as you slowly count down the days; long graduated from college but still struggling to find work in your major, you’ve had to settle for any job opportunity that will pay the bills. Luckily enough, you were hired to work at the local post office. It’s not a glamorous job by any means, but you do get federal holidays off and your boss is pretty lenient with you. It’s a cinch to put in your PTO for the extended weekend you plan to spend with your parents.
The morning you drive down to the beach house is pleasant; it’s early enough you miss out on a bunch of traffic which helps you save enough time to splurge a little and grab some coffee. Following the GPS, you get to the beach house in the afternoon with plenty of sunshine left to enjoy. Your parent’s car is already parked outside so you don’t have to worry about figuring out how to unlock the joint.
You grab your small suitcase and make your way into the lovely three story home. As you walk up the gravel sidewalk, you take in how secluded the area truly is and how lucky your mom was in getting such a nice place. You’re pretty sure it cost out the ass, but hey who’re you to deny such generosity?
The door swings open before you touch the handle and your mom pulls you into a hug.
“Oh honey, I’m so happy you could make it!”
Breathing in the perfume embedded into your brain from childhood, you give her a quick squeeze back before pulling away.
“Me too,” you smile, “this place is amazing!”
She laughs and moves further into the house, looking back as you follow along behind after closing the door.
“A friend of a friend owns this place so it was pretty easy to get. Even your father can’t throw one of his little hissy fits about the cost,” she rolls her eyes and you breathe out a laugh.
“Where is he?” You look around but only see the open kitchen leading off into the dining room.
“Down at the beach,” she points to the sliding glass doors on the other side of the living room, “I told him I wanted to stay up here for when you arrived.”
You nod and smile at her again, “Thanks, I appreciate it. I’m gonna go put my stuff up and change then we can head down ourselves.”
She nods, “There’s a handful of bedrooms on the second and third floor. Your dad and I are staying in the master down here so you have your choice of rooms.”
“Nice, be back in a sec,” grabbing your luggage, you climb the stairs to scout out where you want to sleep.
You pick a cute room on the third floor; it has a little balcony with a couple of chairs that gives you a fantastic view for miles around. You toss your clothes into the dresser and quickly change into your swimsuit. Grabbing a towel and some sunscreen, you slide on your sandals and make your way back downstairs. Your mom, wearing a big floppy hat, is already standing outside the sliding doors.
You chatter with each other, just catching up on your day to day, while you both make your way down the little path that leads out onto the beach. As soon as your sandals hit the sand, you see a huge beach umbrella.
“Glad to know he won’t burn,” your mom laughs, toeing off her own sandals to walk barefoot over to your dad.
Following her lead, you take off your sandals and carry them over to the blanket underneath the shade of the umbrella.
“‘Bout time,” a groggy baritone meets your ears.
“Shush, Leon, it didn’t kill you to nap on the beach now did it?”
Your dad just mumbles a reply to your mom before raising up. He squints over at you, eyes heavy lidded from sleep as you set your stuff down.
“The drive okay?”
You laugh and finally look over at him, “It was fine.”
His blue eyes sharpen as they read your expression before darting down to give you a once over. Your nipples tighten against your will and his gaze seems to linger there for a split second before flicking back up to your face. Plastering on a fake smile, you sit down and grab your sunscreen.
“Want some help with that?” Your dad nods to the little bottle in your hands.
“S-sure.”
You kinda hope the ground splits open to swallow you whole, but instead you just move over to where your dad is sitting up on the blanket, hand outstretched to grab the sunscreen.
“Well while you two do that, I’m going to go take a dip,” your mom beams at you, completely leaving you alone to wallow in this newfound awkwardness.
Keeping your back to your dad, you feel his broad calloused palms drag the slick lotion all over your back and shoulders, deftly massaging it in. For the last few years, there’s been a line of tension between you and Leon. An accidental kiss under the mistletoe where you both used too much tongue to be appropriate (any tongue isn’t appropriate but you’re blaming the alcohol everyone had been drinking).
Since then, you’ve both watched the other. Glances too heated to be innocent, brushing against each other unnecessarily… and now with his sun warmed hands rubbing across your back, your brain empties as your body buzzes with arousal.
It’s why it takes a second for you to realize that your dad has moved on to rubbing in the sunblock across your ribs and over your clavicle. His hands come up and cup your breasts, stiff nipples showing through the fabric.
“Gotta make sure to get everywhere,” his breath gusts past your ear as his hands slip under your top and massages the fat of your breasts.
“Ohh,” you whimper quietly, cunt pulsing warmly in time with your heartbeat.
He squeezes and rubs across your soft skin, fingers plucking at your stiff peaks until you moan brokenly.
“Dad,” your breathy exaltation has him pinching and twisting your nipples before groping your breasts roughly in his hands.
“‘M almost done,” he licks the shell of your ear and your thighs twitch, “you’ve got such nice tits, princess. Don’t want’em to burn.”
You press your hand over your mouth to muffle the whine you let slip. With one last harsh pinch to your nipples, he lets go, scooting back away from you.
“Should be good to go,” he grins at your dazed look, “don’t keep your mom waiting.”
Shaking your head, you blink rapidly and slowly climb to your feet. As you pass by Leon, his hand reaches up and smacks your ass hard.
“Be a good girl, okay?”
“Y-yeah, dad.”
You pad out to the ocean, waving to your mom as she looks for seashells in the shallow water. Wading out far enough for water to hit your chest, you finally let yourself sigh out loud.
“What in the fuck?!”
You rub wet hands over your face as you gaze out onto the horizon. Flirting is one thing, but getting felt up by your dad is definitely crossing the line. You shiver, clit still throbbing as you reach down to press your palm against your cunt. Even as messed up as it may make you, you wish he would’ve slipped his hand down and fingered your pussy.
The sun glaring off the water makes you squint even as you enjoy the scenery, trying your best to squish all the other thoughts and feelings you’ve had in the past half hour down into a little box you can open later. It works for a time, until the squinting becomes too much and the glare is driving sharp little needles into your brain.
Leaving the water, you make your way over to your mom as she scoops up more shells with a net.
“I’m gonna head in, got a bit of a headache,” you wince as the sun bounces off her watch into your eyes.
“Let me walk with you,” she frowns, “you’re looking a little washed out.”
You nod and follow her back up to the beach blanket, eyes skirting over where your dad’s lounging reading a book.
“We’re headed up to the house, do you need anything?”
Your mom grabs her bag and your stuff as your dad sets his book down onto his lap. He looks at you then back to his wife.
“No, once I finish this, I’ll be heading up, too.”
She hums and takes you by the arm, helping guide you back to the house since the pain beats a tempo behind your eyes and makes your vision a little blurry. Once in the house, she helps you upstairs to your room. In doing so, she makes sure to stop in at the bathroom on the bottom floor to point out the migraine medicine in the cabinet.
Entering your room, she sits you down on your bed. She tucks you in and makes sure to close the blinds before walking back into the hallway. Turning, she gives you a concerned look.
“I’m going to head into town. It’s about an hour's drive from here so I won’t be back til later. If you need anything, call, okay?”
You hum in reply already drifting to sleep in hopes you’ll feel better once you crash for a few hours. The nap helps and by the time you come to, your headache is completely gone. Waking up is a chore however; it takes you a minute to realize where you are, eyelids sticking together, gummy with sleep.
Raising up on your elbows, you reach over to the side table and grab your phone. Eyebrows pinching together, you blink sluggishly until you can read the time. It’s only late afternoon even if it feels like you’ve slept through the night. Climbing out of bed, you change before leaving your room with a plan on grabbing some water from the kitchen.
It’s noticeably quiet as you finally step out on the bottom floor. Your mom must still be gone since you don’t see her shoes by the front door.
“Fuck.”
You hear the muttered curse from the half open bathroom door that you’re walking past heading to the kitchen.
“Everything okay?”
You slowly press the door all the way open and your dad fumbles with a towel before placing it over his lap as he sits heavily down on the edge of the tub.
“I thought you were out with your mother,” he bites out, tone sharp.
“No,” you frown, leaning against the doorjamb, “I had a headache and took a nap. Are you alright?”
He blows out a breath and scrubs a hand over his face.
“I’m fine. What time did she say she’d be back?”
You shrug, “Couple of hours I think. I don’t really remember.”
“Goddamn it.”
“Should I call—“
“No,” Leon nearly shouts, “no, don’t. It’s not a big deal.”
“Dad, I can help I just need to know what’s wrong,” you step closer into the bathroom.
He laughs without any humor, “Sure.”
You go to ask him why when your eyes catch on the bottle sitting by the sink. It’s similar to the migraine medicine you saw in the medicine cabinet earlier, the one your mom pointed out if the nap didn’t get rid of your headache. Who knew your dad needed help getting it up?
“Did you..?”
You trail off, feeling awkward and nervous and disgustingly turned on to think your dad’s dick is hard underneath that flimsy towel.
“Yes,” he sounds tired, “I thought it was the other medicine.”
“Ohh,” you bite your lip, brain completely in the gutter as your eyes drift down to his lap, “I mean, I can still help.”
It seems insane but your dad’s not stopping you as you shuffle closer to stand between his legs. His blue eyes stay steady on yours as you kneel in the floor, knees digging into the soft rug in front of the tub. Leon tugs his briefs down and his cock slaps against his stomach, precum drooling from the head. He’s so hard, the foreskin has drawn back from the tip showcasing how red and swollen his cock has gotten from the medication.
“Oh my god,” you breathe out, eyes greedily taking him in.
“Fuck, don’t look at it like that,” he groans, hands gripping the tub so tight his knuckles blanch.
“You’re just really big,” you press the dough of your thighs together, trying to put a little pressure on your throbbing clit, “you’ve got the fattest cock I’ve ever seen, dad.”
You watch as precum blurts from the tip to drip all down his length while he moans low in his throat.
“Christ, you’ve got a filthy mouth,” his pupils are blown as he gazes down at you, “since you like how big my dick is, sweetheart, why don’t you show me, hmm?”
Your tongue licks up all the precum leaking down his dick before softly suckling on the head.
“Oh fuck, that’s it,” he grunts, “suck that cock.”
Moaning, you bob your head down, tongue tracing the thick vein you can feel on the side as you sink down inch by inch. Your dad pulls out to trace your lips with his drippy tip, smearing precum across your mouth like sticky gloss. You moan and press a kiss to his dick, tongue lapping at the crown until he’s rocking back into your mouth. Humming low in your throat makes his cock kick in your mouth, precum coating your tongue.
“Damn, so good,” he groans, hand smoothing across your jaw, cradling it as he pulls his cock out, “never get head from your mom anymore. Feels so good.”
More slick wets your panties as you mewl, throat clicking as you swallow around his thick length. You hungrily suck his cock, tongue circling his head before dipping into the slit to taste more of his precum.
“Like sucking me off, sweetheart?” he tosses the fringe away from his eyes while he rocks his hips, pushing himself deeper into your throat with smooth strokes until you gag heavily.
“Love that, choke on it a bit more and I’ll be spilling down your slutty throat.”
Thick strands of saliva bridge between your mouth and his dick like shimmery spiderwebs as he slips out. You moan when he ruts his cock across your tongue. Leon groans and reaches down to tap his cock against your lips before feeding it back to you. Whining, you suck him deeper into your mouth, licking across the head before messily bobbing your head further down his thick length.
“I'm about t’cum, swallow it all up, princess,” he thrusts a few more times before pulling out until the tip is sitting fat and heavy on your tongue.
Leon grunts and moans as hot thick spurts of cum fill your mouth. Swallowing quickly, you try to keep his cum from spilling out around your lips, but it ends up leaving a sticky mess to drip down your chin in thick strands.
You watch as he groans, stomach flexing while you suckle on the head of his dick, making sure to not miss any of his hot jizz as his balls empty into your mouth. After giving the tip of his dick a kiss, you pull back and wipe the spend from your face with the bottom of your shirt.
Your cunt feels soaked, panties sticking to your pussy lips as you shakily stand onto your feet.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Your dad stands up beside you, cock still hard and leaking, making you whimper. Pulling his briefs back up, he leaves his shorts and shirt lying on the floor. He grabs you by the forearm and leads you out of the bathroom and all the way upstairs into your room.
“No surprises if your mom comes home early,” he informs you, pushing you further into your room followed by closing and locking your door.
Heat radiates from your cunt, more slick dripping into the already soaked gusset of your panties. Leon shoves you back onto your bed before climbing on top of you, kissing you heatedly as he sinks down onto your body. You wrap your legs around his waist while you run your hands through his messy hair. You're so turned on you can’t think straight anymore.
“Thatta girl,” he coos, pulling back to drop kisses across your neck, “can’t wait to feel your wet little pussy, baby.”
You whimper and pull him back up into another kiss. This time he licks into your mouth messily, spit dripping from the corners of your lips to slide down your jaw. You feel him grind his cock against you before pulling away.
He sits back on his haunches and slips his briefs off, maneuvering until he can toss them into the floor. Next, he leans forward and grips the bands of your panties and shorts. You help him, shimmying to move your clothes down off of your legs. As he moves those into the floor, you slip your shirt off and let it too fall onto the pile of clothing.
“God, love your tits,” he groans, shoving his face into your breasts, mouth licking and biting every inch of skin they come across.
His mouth suctions around a nipple, tongue teasing the stiff bud as he tweaks the opposite one with his fingers.
“Dad,” you moan, nails digging into his scalp.
“What?” He coos, “your dad can’t show his appreciation?”
A whine rasps from your throat and Leon laughs meanly before biting the swollen bud he was sucking. With a grunt, he moves across your sternum, leaving hot open mouthed kisses across your chest until he can suckle and tease the other nipple, fingers plucking and pinching at the now wet one.
Your hips writhe, leaking cunt dragging against his stomach as his cock grinds against the cleft of your ass.
“Gonna let daddy stuff your tight wet cunt?” He chuckles as your eyes flutter as he lathes your nipples with broad swipes of his tongue.
“Yes,” you whisper, “wanna feel you split me open. You’re so big.”
Whining on the last word, you rock down, feeling his tip catch against your pussy lips and driving you crazy.
He growls and sits back on his heels, taking his cock in hand to smack it against your clit.
“So slutty,” his pupils swallow the blue of his eyes, “want daddy to stretch this little hole out? Show you how a real dick feels?”
Nodding along with his words, you suck your bottom lip into your mouth, teeth sinking into the plush skin.
“Goddamn,” he mutters, spitting in his hand to slick his cock before pressing the head against your soaked heat.
Using his thumb, he presses his cock down so the tip slides into your hole. Keeping it there, he rocks against your hips, sinking inch by inch into your pulsing cunt as his thumb keeps his cock steady. Pulling halfway out, he flexes his hips and thrusts forward faster than before.
“Even your mom doesn’t let me go raw anymore,” he chuckles, bottoming out so fast you choke on air, “so this is a real treat, sweetheart.”
“Ohh god, dad,” you moan, voice high as he starts sliding his cock in and out of your pussy, rough thrusts that make your breasts bounce.
You whine when he grinds against you, his pelvis rubbing over your swollen clit just right. His balls smack against your ass on every thrust, the loud plap plap plap of skin driving your arousal even higher.
“Dad, fuck, s’too much,” you gasp out another whine, head feeling dizzy as your blood rushes, arousal making your pulse feel heavy in your throat.
He groans and drops his weight down on you, bare skin sticking together from the sweat building between your bodies. Leon kisses across your neck, mouth grazing your skin with barely there nips that makes your pussy flutter around his cock.
The thatch of hair at the base of Leon’s cock grazes your sensitive clit, sending little electric shocks of pleasure that brings tears to your eyes. You feel so good, you can’t stop the slutty noises from leaving your mouth. Rutting into your body, your dad’s fat cock grinds against the spongy spot along the front of your cunt. Slick gushes from your pussy as he hammers your g-spot so perfectly you can’t help but squeeze him tighter and tighter.
“Princess,” he murmurs in your ear, “is this little pussy gonna cum? You’re so soft and wet— I can feel you tightening up around me. God so much tighter than your mom, can’t believe I’ve been missing out.”
His words push you over the edge. You babble out little chants of dad, dad, dad until a guttural moan spills from your throat, thighs jumping as your pussy clamps down on Leon’s dick like a vice.
Your low moaning twists into a scream as his hand sneaks down to rub and tease your clit. Instead of your orgasm tapering off, it ramps up, gaining speed until it hurtles you into cumming again.
“Aww, she’s gripping me so tight,” Leon mocks sweetly in your ear, “yeah, that’s it, sweetheart.”
“Dad,” you whimper, tears clumping your eyelashes, “dad, please.”
A moan rumbles from his chest and he humps your cunt faster, cock never pulling completely out as he ruts inside your slick pussy walls. Half a dozen thrusts more and he’s growling down at you, pressing his cock balls deep into your cunt, thick cum spurting from the tip of his dick to stuff you full.
“Oh so tight, baby,” he sighs, hips pressed against yours as he spills inside your snug little cunt, “your little pussy fits me like a glove.”
Shuddering, your walls milk another small load of cum from his heavy balls and he pants noisily against your clavicle. He presses up onto his forearms, hips swiveling to pull his cock halfway out before sinking it back inside, a mix of your creamy arousal and his spend making a ring around the base.
“Good, huh,” his laugh tinges on mocking, “don’t worry, ‘m not done with my daughter’s cute pussy, gonna keep you here for as long as it takes.”
After that, it’s all a pleasurable blur. You're unsure how many orgasms your dad has given you at this point, but you know he’s only had three and his cock is still so thick and hard.
“Think this one will be it, princess,” he grunts, hoisting your limp thighs up, the bend of your knees slotting perfectly over the bend of his arms.
You can only pant in reply, mouth as dry as cotton. He notches the head of his drooling dick at your entrance, dragging the tip up to smear the cum from his last creampie all over your used cunt.
“One last load for your greedy little pussy,” he grins down at you, “then we can take a shower.”
He sinks his cock into your sore pussy at the same time he leans forward, pressing your sweaty bodies together. Your eyes roll back as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix, thighs shaking against his arms.
“So deep,” he groans, “best cunt I’ve ever fucked and to think it belongs to my sweet daughter.”
Your pussy spasms and clenches down on his thick length as you cry out. Brain melting pleasure seeps down your spine as he pulls out to grind across your g-spot before fucking back into your cunt roughly.
“S’good, dad,” you mewl, mouth drooling as he hammers his cock into your sensitive hole, “so good.”
“I know,” he croons, “I feel good, too. Not g’nna be able to give up this sweet little pussy. She grips me too good, baby, I’m gonna want her all the time.”
Another orgasm slams into your body, pussy pulsing and sucking his cock into your hole as your head thrashes against the bed. Leon’s hands grip your wrists to push them down against the bed so you don’t scratch him.
“Fuck, milking your dad’s cock like you’re made for it,” he groans, humping into your pussy with deep strokes until you’re crying from overstimulation.
“Shh, shh, just take it a little more, ‘m about to cum,” he licks into your mouth, biting on your bottom lip before pulling back, “that’s it, take it, take your dad’s dick deep into that hot, greedy little pussy.”
Hiccuping a sob, your cunt steadily milks his cock as he buries himself all the way, as deep into your pussy as possible. He grunts against your skin as he grinds his dick against your cervix, spilling rope after rope of cum to paint your walls white. The sticky heat makes your clit throb even as your body aches, wanting to succumb to exhaustion.
The distant question of how your mom isn’t back yet buzzes at the corner of your consciousness. You must slur it out loud cause Leon laughs as he pulls his softening cock from your puffy leaking cunt.
“She texted you to say she got stuck in a traffic jam and the road’s blocked for a few hours,” he sighs as he slaps his cock down onto your messy pussy, a wet splat that makes you wince.
“Dad, ‘m sore,” you pout.
“So sorry, baby,” he coos, a grin overtaking his face, “want me to kiss it and make it better?”
Chest fluttering at the thought, you go to agree when your phone buzzes with an incoming call. Leon grabs it to silence it but turns to look at you.
“It’s your mom,” he chuckles, handing it over to you, “better see what she wants.”
Sliding it open, her voice rings out clear in the quiet of your room.
“Hey honey, your dad didn’t answer but I wanted to say I’m about five minutes from the house if you wanted to preheat the oven for this frozen pizza I picked up,” she laughs to herself, “well, it was frozen.”
Your dad sits down on the edge of the bed, listening in to the conversation.
“Okay, sure, we’ll see ya when you get here,” Leon nods at you, “bye, mom.”
After she says goodbye, you put the phone back on the side table.
“Well we should get cleaned up,” Leon helps you stand on weak legs, “I’ll help you to the tub and I’ll head downstairs.”
“Thanks, dad,” you smile up at him and he drops a kiss on your cheek.
“Of course,” he leads you out into the hallway, helping you inside the little bathroom next to your room.
He sits you down onto the toilet, turning on the shower to allow it time to heat up.
“Thanks,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss on your temple, “I know it’s all kinds of fucked up, but I still love you.”
Heart beating double time, you give him a crooked smile, “I love you too, dad.”
He presses his lips together, looking like he wants to say more, but he blows out a harsh breath and walks back out into the hall.
“I’ll handle the oven and your mom, you just come downstairs when you’re ready.”
“I will,” you say as he swings the door shut.
Sitting there with your thoughts, you let yourself feel. Satisfaction filters through followed by a smidgen of guilt and shame. You hate that your mom is an innocent party in all of this, but you don’t regret letting your dad fuck your brains out. And since this is a complete one off, it’s just a little family secret that you’ll both be taking to the grave.
Once steam wafts from the shower, you stand up and step into the warm water. You whimper as the heat works on your sore muscles. By this time tomorrow, this will all seem like some really deranged fantasy you dreamt up. Finishing up in the shower, you dry off and make your way back to your room. Getting dressed, you descend downstairs, the smell of pizza growing stronger.
“Oh there you are! Feeling better?”
Your mom comes around the counter to feel your forehead.
“Yeah, I just slept it off.”
She ushers you to sit down at the table and brings the pizza over, your dad following behind with the drinks. Your mom sits to your right and your dad sits across from you both. He catches your eye and winks, making you look down at your plate out of shyness.
“Eat up, I’m sure you’re wore out from the hard day,” his mirthful tone draws your gaze back up.
“Yeah,” you clear your throat and take a drink, “it’s been a hard day alright.”
#lipglossanon#lipglossmasterlist#leon s kennedy smut#leon s kennedy x reader#leon s kennedy x you#leon s kennedy x y/n#mind the tags#dont like dont read#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy x you#leon kennedy x y/n#leon kennedy smut#real dad!leon s kennedy x daughter fem!reader#resident evil fanfiction
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Music Worth Making Part 5: The Other Side of Hollywood
Requested: sort of
Warnings: some angst, bad writing, the feeling that something is off (I can’t really describe it, but feel free to send in an ask/comment on the fic if you want me to tag it)
Series Summery: When the readers life is ripped from them, they're left distraught. However, with the help of their best friends, Julie and Flynn, and a band of three certain ghosts, the afterlife might not be so bad after all.
Chapter Summery: You and the boys go to the Hollywood Ghost Club
Words: 2964
A/N: I’m going to be trying to write as much as I can this week because school starts up again next week. After that I won’t have a break until summer vacation, so I’m not sure how much writing I’ll get done. I’ll do my best to keep writing, though!
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 6 | Masterlist
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“That’s him,” you said to Luke, your eyes wide.
“Who?”
“The man who killed me.”
Luke looked at you in shock. “What?”
You didn’t answer him, however. You were staring at the man with a mixture of shock and terror as he started singing and moved towards you.
You gripped the edges of your chair in horror as you realized you recognized the song. It was the one you had been hearing in the back of your mind since you died.
“Let me introduce myself, we got some time to kill,” the man sang, moving closer to your table. “Consider me the pearly gates to your new favorite thrills.”
You could feel the music pulling at you, trying to get you to join in, but you held back. Caleb narrowed his eyes slightly as he spotted you.
“We could go make history, or you could rest in peace. But here there ain’t no misery, ‘cause on the other side we live like kings.”
The pulling was becoming so powerful it hurt. You squeezed your eyes shut.
“Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do?
Let your body loose, let your body loose.
Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do?
Show you a thing or two, cause you ain’t seen nothing!”
You couldn’t hold out any longer. You felt the wooshing sensation of teleporting, and suddenly you were on the stage with a bunch of other people you could only assume were ghosts. Your clothes had changed, too. You were wearing a two-piece that revealed way too much in your opinion. It was mostly the color of Caleb’s suit, with a few black highlights. You looked like a matching set with him.
You had no control over your body as you danced around him. The audience was loving it, clapping and cheering.
And suddenly, you were singing.
“Everything has got a price, but happiness is free.
Just so happens you’re in luck, we got a vacancy.”
Caleb joined you, your voices blending perfectly together as you danced. “We can set the night on fire and break out of the scene!
Your soul print on the walk of fame on the boulevard of your wildest dreams!”
You broke away from him and jumped onto the boy’s table, dancing on top of it.
“Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do, boys?”
“Let your body loose, let your body loose.”
“Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do, boys?”
Your foot almost hit Reggie’s face, but Caleb stopped it just in time.
“Ain’t bragging if it’s true, no you ain’t seen nothing!
Life is good on the other side of Hollywood!
Life is good on the other side of Hollywood!
So welcome to the brotherhood where you won’t be misunderstood!
Life is good on the other side of Hollywood!”
You danced around the stage, most often by the boys table. Even though they were seated in the middle, you didn’t think that was a coincidence.
You belted out the lyrics along with Caleb, until the end when he disappeared behind a sheet. Everyone, including the boys, stood and clapped as you took a bow.
Suddenly you were back at your table, in your regular clothes.
Luke looked at you in shock. “How’d you do that?”
“I don’t know,” you said with a frown. You didn’t know if he meant the dancing or the singing or, well, whatever had just happened, but you had the same answer for all the questions.
“This is so cool!!” Reggie waved at some lifers across the club.
“Man, dude, I knew I recognized him! He’s the guy who bumped into me outside the Orpheum,” Alex said.
“Wait, isn’t he that magician dude that died a horrible death doing a trick?” Reggie asked, causing you to laugh.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t really bring that up when we meet him.”
“Yeah, but you guys should come back when he shows one of his movies,” Willie said with a smile. “I mean, for Titanic, he literally floods the entire place. I mean, the guy has got skills.”
“Alright, but he can just wave his arms and make ghosts visible to lifers?” Luke said, crossing his arms.
“Told you, the guy’s got skills,” Willie said with a small chuckle.
“So… where’d he go?” Reggie asked, looking around. His eyes landed right behind you. “Oh! Found him!”
You turned around and almost ran into him.
“Hello, gentleman, and gentlefolk,” he added, turning to look at you. “Caleb Covington. Welcome to the Hollywood Ghost Club. Enjoying the show?”
“Yo, that was….. I mean��� did you, like….” Luke said, unable to form a complete sentence at the thought of the show.
Caleb chuckled. “I know, right?”
“This is Alex, Luke, Reggie, and Y/N,” Willie said, pointing to each of you in turn.
“We’ve already met,” you said, smiling coldly at your host.
“Indeed we have!” Caleb kissed your hand. “And may I say, you make a wonderful dance partner.”
“Yeah, you guys were amazing up there!” Reggie exclaimed.
Caleb smiled. “Nothing warms my heart more than sharing this magic with new friends. Please, sit.”
Luke pulled out a chair for you again, and you took it, smiling at him. You glanced at Caleb again, who was looking your way with a puzzling expression on his face.
“Thank you for the invite,” Alex said.
“Of course, of course. Now! My friend Willie tells me that you boys have some magic of your own.”
Alex glanced between him and Willie. “Well, Willie and I? I mean, I wouldn’t really call it magic, but I mean…” His voice was higher than usual.
“Oh, no, he means your ghost abilities. You know, like, to be seen by everybody when you play with Julie,” Willie corrected him.
Alex stared at him for a moment before continuing. “No, totally. Right, no. ‘Cause when you said that, I was like ‘Is that what he said’? ‘Cause….”
Caleb waved a hand, letting him know it was fine.
“Yeah, but we can’t really, uh, wave our arms and do all this magic stuff,” Luke said, trying to save his friend from further embarrassment.
“Well, I’ve had a lot of practice. Our gifts are so rare, so special. It’s not often I come across other spirits that possess similar talents.” Caleb smiled at the boys. “It’s no surprise we found each other.”
“Yeah, that, definitely,” Luke said.
“Well, if you forgive me fella’s, I gotta go pay the bills, if you know what I’m saying,” Caleb said, standing up. “I’ll be back later to chat.”
Reggie had a dopey grin on his face. “I love that dude! Please tell me this party is never gonna end.”
Your uneasy feeling from earlier was starting to fade into the back of your mind. He couldn’t be the man who killed you, could he? He was so nice.
A little while later, you found yourself talking to some lifers with Luke and Reggie. Alex and Willie had stayed behind to talk.
“Wait, they made eight more Star Wars movies, and they killed Han Solo? What kind of future is this?” Reggie asked with tears in his eyes. He stormed away.
“We found out like, two weeks ago, okay? We just didn’t have the heart to tell him,” Luke said after he was gone. “Just please don’t mention Jar Jar.”
You heard Alex and Willie talking behind you. “There’s a lot to, um, like here,” Willie said before getting up from the table.
“Oh, you got a crush on Willie!” you said, walking over to him.
Alex looked at you. “What? No, no, we’re just-”
“Alex, we’re happy for you,” Luke cut him off, coming over.
“You guys are not gonna believe this,” Reggie said, walking over. “But someone just told me they added a character named Jar Jar. What’s a Jar Jar?!”
“I take it you all are enjoying yourselves?” Caleb asked, appearing behind Reggie.
“Yeah, I mean, you’d have to be insane to have a bad time here,” you giggled, all bad feelings gone.
Caleb smiled at you. “Well, entertainment is our specialty. Now, I understand there is something I can help you with.”
“We hope so. There’s an old buddy of ours who ripped us off big time, and we wanna make things right,” Reggie said.
“Yeah, we wanna look him in the eyes and make him admit what he did to us. So if you could make us visible, that would be perfect,” Luke added.
Caleb hummed. “Well sure, I could do that, but we’re at a party! Why focus on those who have wronged us when we’re among friends?” He seemed to be speaking directly to you.
A bad feeling started to creep back in, but it went away before you could even realize why it had been there.
“What about you, my little raven? What can I do for you?” He asked you.
“Me? Oh, I’m fine! I just follow the boys around,” you giggled, a bit surprised by the pet name. You put your arms around Luke and Reggie’s shoulders, pulling them into a side hug. They seemed a bit surprised, but pleased.
Caleb nodded. “Well please, sit,” he said, gesturing to the chairs as he sat.
“What if I were to tell you that with a wave of my hand, you could share the spotlight with me… and join my houseband?”
“Oh, uh, we… we already have a band,” Luke said awkwardly.
“Yes, but when you’re done performing, you disappear. You cease to exist. No bows. No soaking up the applause. No… no real connection to the audience. Here, the audience knows what you are, and more importantly, they know how special you are.”
You all looked at each other.
“Well, it could be cool to play here,” Luke said hesitantly.
“Oh, it’s not just here,” Caleb said quickly. “No, we party like this all over the world. Tonight, Hollywood, tomorrow, Paris!”
“Oh là là,” Reggie said, leaning forward in his chair.
“It is all your dreams come true, forever.” Caleb drew out the proposal, then stood up quickly. “I’m gonna give you some time to think about it.”
“Oh, by the way,” he called out as he walked away, “make sure to try the sliders. They’re to die for.”
“We can eat?” Reggie asked excitedly.
Caleb nodded. “Here you can.”
A waiter came by carrying trays heaping with food and set them down on your table.
You started to reach for a slice of pizza, but Alex suddenly said “Wait!” You all looked at him in shock.
“I want the one without cheese.”
You dug in, eating for what felt like the first time in forever.
You all mumbled inhoherntly for a bit, enjoying the food.
“This is a meatball sub!” Luke exclaimed. “Oh my god!”
A little while later, you had finished shoving your face. Willie had come back over. Luke and Reggie were still eating, however.
“Pizza, man, I missed you!” Luke said, staring at the pizza. You laughed.
“Reggie, are you kissing that meatball sub?” Alex questioned. You looked over at Reggie to see a blush creeping over his cheeks.
“It’s what you do with the things you love,” he said defensively. Luke reached over and took your hand. You smiled at him.
“I take it you’re all enjoying the feast?” Caleb called from the stage. You hollered along with the rest of the crowd.
“So many delicious sights, so many tantalizing sounds… but your eyes still hunger for more. Something sweet. Something… savory. How many newcomers do we have in the club tonight?”
You raised your hand along with Luke, holding your joined hands for everyone to see.
Caleb smiled and turned to his band. “Ladies… let’s show our guests how we do dessert.”
The music started up again, Caleb scatting along.
“I said, watch me make a move, watch me make a move, yeah!”
“Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do?” you sang along with the rest of the crowd.
Suddenly you were on the dance floor again, in your normal clothes this time. You found that you didn’t mind. Willie was there with you.
“Life is good on the other side of Hollywood!”
The boys stood up as a girl danced over to them, swinging around Luke before doing a full body shimmy in front of Reggie, causing the poor boy to almost faint. You felt a twang of jealousy in your heart, but you couldn’t figure out why.
Two of the showgirls moved in on them, dancing with the boys. You caught a glimpse of Alex dancing with two of the men that worked at the club. Suddenly you were pulled into a dance with a guy and a girl. Smiling and laughing, you danced with both of them, gasping in delight as they dipped you at the end of the song.
The clock chimes rang out the hour.
“Oh, the haunting hour is upon us!” Caleb said ominously.
You looked at the clock in fear. “How is it midnight?”
You heard Luke calling your name. “Sorry,” you mumbled to your dance partners before jogging over to him. Reggie and Alex were already walking towards the door.
Before you could leave, however, Caleb teleported in front of you.
“Gentleman, gentlefolk, what’s the rush? The party’s just getting started, and you have an eternity, after all.”
“You know that girl who can see us? We sort of bailed on her. See there’s this dance at her school, and her friend, Flynn, is a super cool DJ, like-”
“Yeah, I don’t think he has an eternity to hear this story,” Alex said, cutting off Reggie’s hasty explanation.
“Basically, we’re late for a gig,” you said.
Caleb frowned at you. “But what about my offer?”
“It’s very cool of you, Mr. Covington,” Luke said. “But like I said, we already have a-”
“A band of your own. I understand.”
You started to move past him, but he stopped you.
“Oh, boys,” he said, looking past you. “If you ever want to come back and fix that little problem with your friend, the Hollywood Ghost Club is always open.”
Luke smiled. “Yeah, we’d love to come back.”
“Music to my ears,” Caleb smiled back. He shook hands with the boys, leaving a stamp on their wrists. You all looked at him in confusion. You were more confused why you didn’t have one then what they meant, however.
“It’s just a little club stamp,” Caleb said in response to the boy’s unasked question.
“Excuse me? Mr. Covington?” you asked. You didn’t usually ask questions, but something in you made you feel a bit more reckless than usual. “Why don’t I get one?”
Caleb smiled. “You already have one, my little raven.” Noticing your confusion, he added: “Check your ankle.”
You had forgotten about your ankle. Strange, it hadn’t hurt at all after you met Caleb.
Sure enough, when you glanced down, there was a purple stamp.
“Whoa!” you exclaimed. “How’d you do that?”
Caleb smiled. “Magic. Until next time.”
You nodded and walked past him.
“Peace,” Luke said.
Reggie smiled at him, then walked past him to you and Luke. Alex joined you a moment later.
“Ready to go see our girl?” you asked, grabbing hands with Luke. The others nodded as you poofed out.
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“Julie, we are ready to rock this dance!” Reggie said as the four of you ran into the gym. “Which….is clearly over….”
“Jules, we are so, so sorry that we bailed on you,” you started, tears starting to form in your eyes as you truely realized what you had done to one of your best friends.
“Yeah, I mean, the night really got away from us,” Alex said.
“And the twins,” Reggie muttered. Luke smacked him.
“Y/N, I know you wouldn’t do this to me on purpose,” Julie said, ignoring the boys. “Flynn’s in the cafeteria getting ice cream. Do you wanna go help her?”
“Oh, um, yeah. Thanks,” you said, poofing out into the cafeteria.
“Hey, Flynn,” you said glumly. She jumped slightly, startled at your sudden appearance.
“Oh, hey, Y/N. Where were you guys?” She asked, shutting the freezer door with her foot.
“The boys dragged me along to a club. We only meant to stay an hour, but it was some kind of… time warp.” You shrugged.
“Oh. And I’m assuming Jules is yelling at them now, but knew you would never intentionally hurt her, so she sent you to go find me?”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
You had been walking as you talked. Before you realized it, you were outside of the gym again.
Sharing a look, you and Flynn both pressed an ear to the door.
“This was a mistake,” Julie said.
“You- you mean the school dance, right?” Luke asked.
“No. I mean joining a band with you guys”
You heard footsteps and shooed Flynn away from the doors. You poofed down the hallway so it would seem like you were just heading in that direction.
“Hey. You okay?” Flynn asked as Julie came running out of the gym.
She sighed. “I will be. Let’s just… go home.” She turned to look at you. “Y/N, if you don’t mind, would you mind staying with the guys? I don’t want them getting into any more trouble.”
You nodded. “Goodnight, guys,” you said before poofing back into the gym.
“Uh, hey,” you said awkwardly. Luke nodded as hello.
Reggie looked worried. “If… if Julie’s not in the band, then….”
“Then there is no band,” Luke sighed.
Pain coursed through your body, starting at your ankle.
“Agh!” you heard the guys gasp as the same thing happened to them.
“What was that?” Alex asked.
“It felt like we were dying all over again,” Reggie said, breathing heavily.
Luke locked eyes with you. “How can we die if we’re already dead?”
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Sinners Prayer
Summary: Dutch has asked you and Micah to tag along for the evening at the Mayor's party, but the catch is that you two have to go as a pretend married couple.
Pairing: Micah Bell x f!Reader
Word Count: 6557
Rating: SFW
Tags: Friends to lovers, Strangers to lovers, Fake relationship/marriage, Saint Denis, Shady Belle, Party, Dress up, Formalwear, Slow burn, First kiss, Flirting.
Notes: God I LOVED writing this, which is why it's sooooo long. I've had this fic idea lingering in my head for months now as I'm a sucker for the whole fake couple/marriage trope, but it feels so good to finally write this<3
Obsessed is a strong word to use, especially when it's relating to a stranger. But maybe it was the right word because you found yourself swooning over this man over and over, despite barely ever speaking to him. You were in the same camp, sure, but that didn't mean much apart from sometimes riding by his side during a mission, or sitting on the same log as him at the campfire. You'd exchanged few words and you somewhat hoped it'd stay that way, knowing exactly the kind of man he was.
Was this secret obsession something to do with past trauma? your previous encounter with a toxic man that you thought you'd gotten over? or was Micah really just meant to be yours?
But seriously... Micah. Micah Bell. Micah Bell the third, in fact, because somehow his shitty family had managed to breed more than once.
You want to feel sick every time you see him, you really do, just like everybody else in existence does, but you find yourself gazing at him from the other side of camp every single day, so drawn to various little bits of him.
There's the scar on his chin, the one that starts at his split lip, and you're curious as to how he got it, but not as curious as to if you'd be able to feel it when you press your lips against his. You try to tell yourself that his facial hair is stupid, but he always keeps it so neat and clean, and you can't help but wonder what that 'stache would feel like brushing over your thighs as he kissed along them. And his hair, his scraggy shoulder-length hair, the dirty blonde locks that you just want to run your fingers along and grip onto if you had the chance to ride him.
You're doing it again.
You give your head a little shake as you snap out of your daydream, straightening your back and taking a swig of your drink. It's late, and you're enjoying a beer before bed after finishing your shift on guard duty. Micah's sat at his usual space by the campfire in your line of view, and thankfully you haven't zoned out staring at him else, well, that'd be embarrassing.
Micah also seems zoned out, staring at the fire with his hands dangling freely down his sides, one ankle crossed over the other. He lets out a sigh and rolls his head back, staring up at the stars before looking over at you.
Oh shit.
You quickly look away, taking another sip from your drink. You can feel Micah's gaze still on you, but when you do finally peek over, he's back to staring at the fire.
You've accidentally met his gaze a few times before, a mix of you meeting his, and him meeting yours. At least it wasn't always you staring at him, he seems to have an interest in you too, though the two of you rarely ever interacted. Micah had, for some reason, kept his distance from you, despite his blatant and poor attempts of flirting with other women of the camp. Maybe you just weren't his type? But then why would he always stare at you?
Your beer is finally finished and you turn in for the night, following your nightly routine and climbing under your blankets, only to stare at the tent walls and think about Micah.
Ugh. That man, if you can even call him one.
You're a sinner, just like the rest of this crazy bunch that you run with, but it seems whatever Gods float about in the sky continue to ignore your prayers, despite them being desperate.
Please, please can they just stop this attraction to him? Please. There were so many better men out there, a handful of which you run with, but you find yourself worryingly obsessed with this foul man, yet you can't seem to stop it.
You roll onto your side, letting your eyes fall shut and as always, drift to sleep with the hopes that you won't be obsessed when morning comes.
Morning does come, and oh boy, does it hit you hard.
Dutch was quick to call you upstairs to the balcony by his room, telling you to finish your breakfast first, but hurry up as soon as possible.
"It's a party," Dutch tells you. "The mayors' party," Dutch smirks, raising his hands as if he was waiting for you to jump with joy.
"And...?" you question.
"Well. I've picked a fine bunch to tag alongside me, but I'm asking you specifically to help with a special task. Myself, Hosea, Arthur, and Bill will be mingling as singles, but we need a couple to go. We need a couple to weave their way in there with all the others and see what they can find. Maybe get invited to some fancy private getaway or... whatever it is those upper-class city folk do in their free time," Dutch explains, speaking with his hands as always.
"Dutch," you laugh. "I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm unfortunately single," you tell him as you shake your head.
"I know, just like the rest of camp, but I'll make suitable arrangements for you, my dear," Dutch replies.
"What about John and Abigail?" you ask, the only couple that springs to mind.
"I wouldn't dare ask them, not after that whole fiasco that happened with our dear boy Jack," Dutch says as he shakes his head. "You can say no if you want to, but I could really do with this."
You let out a sigh but then ask "what arrangements are you thinking?"
"Well..." Dutch begins. "I wanted you to be a part of this job to begin with, I knew that as a fact. You've got a good charm and I've seen you gussy up folks before. You know exactly what you're doing, and I need that strength right now," Dutch compliments, though his tone of voice and the way his eyes begin to avoid yours makes you fear for the worst.
"Trelawny's going to take you into the city to pick out a dress for you, the women have already said they'll help get you ready for the party-"
"Dutch. Who am I going with?" you cut him off, noticing the way he's avoiding the elephant in the room.
"I put a lot of thought into this, ___. I really have. I've gone through all the members of the camp-"
"Dutch," you sigh as you cut him off again. "Just tell me."
"Micah," Dutch says as his eyes meet yours. "Like I said, you can say no if you'd like. I just know the two of you would be able to make this work, and I could really do with this," he explains.
"Have you already asked him?" you question.
"I have, and he said he's happy with it if you're happy with it," Dutch tells you as he watches your expressions and body language, though you surprise him as you show no signs of discomfort.
"Alright, I'll do it," you shrug.
"Thank you, my dear," Dutch grins as he places a hand on your shoulder. "It's this evening. Trelawny will be waiting for you outside the tailors in Saint Denis, and make sure you're ready a little early. I want time to run through the plan before we set off."
The Gods were definitely mocking you at this point, sat up there on their high horses, laughing and pointing down at you as they continued to worsen your situation. Really? A party with posh folk? And you have to pretend to be a couple with Micah? You barely know him for starters. What if you two really weren't meant to get along? The last thing you wanted to do was cause a scene after Dutch had asked you so kindly to go in there and fish out information for him.
Trelawny seemed in his usual cheery mood when you met him, helping you pick out something nice. Honestly, the dress is gorgeous, and you feel beautiful wearing it. You have no problem playing dress up, sometimes secretly looking forward to it as you rarely get an occasion to wear something other than your usual attire.
The women shower you with compliments as they help do your makeup, picking out some nice matching jewelry that compliments your facial features, along with a pretty necklace that seemed to draw even more attention to your cleavage. You haven't worn a corset in a while, and the sight of your boobs bulging up against your chest was clearly meant to be a distraction to try and lore out some weaker men. Maybe Micah would end up dragging them off to the side, only to knock their lights out and loot them for "looking at my woman!"
Ugh. Your stomach hadn't stopped turning like a stormy sea the second Dutch had told you who you were going with. You hadn't seen Micah around the camp all afternoon, probably mentally preparing himself for whatever shit-show that was about to happen.
Well, you were ready.
Mary-Beth was quick to run out of the house and draw everybody's attention, attempting to give you some kind of grand reveal, as if the camp had never seen you in a dress before. They have, but this was the fanciest you'd ever worn; with your hair up in a do that took all afternoon to keep in place, and jewels that perfectly matched the shade of your makeup.
"She's ready!" Mary-Beth squealed, attracting the attention of Dutch and Arthur as they lingered over, the rest of the camp perking up their ears and eyes. "Now, you better all flatter her 'cause she seems a little shy, and we spent all afternoon helpin' get her ready, but-"
"Mary-Beth, please," you sigh as you exit the house, not wanting the grand entrance that she would want. There's still a mix of oo's and aah's throughout the camp, and Susan is quick to rush over and take your hands in hers, looking like she's about to cry.
"My dear, you look so wonderful," Susan tells you.
"Thank you, Miss Grimshaw," you reply as you give her hand a little squeeze.
"She's right, ___. Trelawny and our women have excellent taste. Thank you, all of you," Dutch tells them as he speaks to the camp, then turning back to you. "Are you ready, dear?" he asks.
"Physically, yes. Mentally, no," you joke, though you're serious.
"Well, it'll have to do," Dutch nods.
"My my," a dreaded voice calls out. Micah's approaching, stopping just beside Dutch as he speaks to you. "Ain't no way you can go the party like that, sweetheart. You're gonna knock 'em all dead with them pretty looks of yours," Micah compliments.
Your stomach begins to turn again, though you begin to question if you should curse the gods or thank them, because the sight of Micah in a tux is one you could get used to. He's dressed like the other men, a smart black tux with a white shirt and bowtie. He's clearly had a bath, as his hair looks the cleanest you've ever seen it, nearly bunched into a low ponytail with a few loose strands shaping his face. Micah always keeps his facial hair clean, but it's freshly trimmed and perfectly shaped just underneath his jaw.
You notice Arthur already glaring at him in the corner of your eye. Why Dutch didn't ask Arthur to go with you was beyond your knowledge, but something tells you he has a deeper reason behind picking the two of you to go together.
"Thank you, Mister Bell," you softly reply as your eyes meet his.
"Guess that makes you Mrs. Bell for this evening," Micah smiles. "Don't it, Dutch?" he asks as his eyes quickly turn to Dutch's.
"It does! Now, let's all get going before we're even later than we already are. I'll go over the plan on the way there," Dutch huffs as he waves his gloved hands about, hurrying everybody along to the stagecoach that was waiting.
You're about to walk off, but Micah's sudden movement catches your eye. He offers you his hand. "Gotta look the part, darlin'," he tells you.
"Oh! I just remembered!" Micah says as he suddenly moves his hand away, reaching into his pocket to fish out a pair of gold wedding rings that he no doubt had stolen recently, specifically for this event.
"May I?" Micah asks, holding out his hand again. You take it, your soft palms gently settling in rough ones. He flashes you another smile, then flicks his eyes down to focus sliding the wedding ring onto your finger. The sight of that alone is enough to make your knees go weak, but you try your hardest not to pass out, and thankfully Micah doesn't seem to notice how lovesick you're feeling.
The ring is only slightly too big, and hopefully, you'll notice it if it gets close to slipping off. He quickly slips the other one onto his own finger, and takes your hand again, his eyes finally moving away from yours as he leads you over to the stagecoach, following behind the others.
The ride there isn't too bad, and the plan seems simple enough. Steal nothing, only information. Only your 'husband' was most definitely not going to do that, even if he doesn't tell Dutch about it.
He helps you out the coach, gently tucking your hand around his arm as he walks with you into the party. Surprisingly, Micah didn't bring his guns with him, making a comment to you under his breath about how he doesn't trust anybody with them. That's understandable.
Dutch and Arthur head upstairs to do whatever it is they were going to do, speak to Jack's surrogate father or whatever, leaving you and the others to wait on the balcony.
You rest your hands on the railing, looking down at the mishmash of strangers below. Micah removes his hand from yours, resting it on the small of your back as he turns to speak to you.
"You nervous?" Micah asks.
"I'm sure I won't be after a couple of drinks," you joke, turning your gaze to meet his. You've never seen his expression so soft before, and have his eyes always been that blue? They're an icy shade, maybe a warning sign about his cold heart, but he's making yours burn up with his stupidly sweet smile and that stupid cute little ponytail that he just had to tuck his hair into.
"So now I gotta take care of my drunk wife whilst also lookin' for leads?" Micah jokes back, though there's something about him calling you his 'wife' that makes your stomach turn faster than it ever has before.
"I ain't gonna get drunk!" you laugh. "Your wife can handle herself, thank you very much," you raise your nose jokingly.
"You sure? Cause if I remember rightly, the last time you got drunk you tripped over and almost fell in the campfire," Micah chuckles, watching your expression drop. How did he remember that? That happened months ago!
"I'm a changed woman," you reply, "for tonight," you add.
"Sure you are, Mrs. Bell," Micah grins as he moves a few loose strands off your face. "Then after tonight, you can go back to fallin' into campfires."
"And would my dear husband not save me if he saw me falling into one?" you question.
"I ain't really your husband, sweetheart. Not unless you wanna keep that ring on and keep playin' dress up with me," Micah replies, trying to make it sound like a joke, but you both know that if you said yes, Micah would happily continue your fake marriage.
It's a good thing Dutch arrived when he did, cutting you off as you opened your mouth to speak, but you were thankful as you hadn't even thought of a reply.
Dutch gave you all another pep talk before shooing everybody off on their way, and you were thankful a server passed you as you reached the bottom of the stairs, taking a glass of champagne for yourself and thanking them, Micah grabbing one for himself also.
Your hand finds Micahs arm and he walks with you a while, eyeing up any obvious leads as you pass through the strangers. You come to a stop at the back of the party, pulling Micah to one side as he rests his hand around your waist. God. You could get used to Micah having his hands on you at all times.
"You see anything obvious yet?" you ask Micah before taking a sip of your champagne. At least it was decent, not having that awful cheesy flavour that cheap bottles had.
"I ain't been lookin'," Micah replies, making you snap your eyes over to his with a little scowl on your face.
"What?" you ask.
"Hard to focus on a bunch of snobby strangers when I got this pretty woman clinging onto me," Micah grins. You realize that your hand had come to rest on his forearm as his hand had found your waist, clinging onto him a little too tightly, your body practically pressed up against his. At least the two of you looked like a couple.
You go to take a step back, but Micah is quick to pull you against him more, holding you firmly in place. "I'm jokin', sweetheart," he tells you. "I've spotted a few here 'n' there."
"You better not be lyin'," you tut.
"You not trust your own husband?" Micah smirks, chuckling even whilst he has a sip of his drink. "Besides, we ain't even planned our story yet. How we gonna mingle with other couples when we don't even know how we met? Or when we got married?" Micah asks.
He's right, the two of you had no time to prepare your story, but you're far from earshot of these strangers, so now would be a good time to get your stories straight.
"Well, what have you got planned then? Seeing as you brought this up?" you question.
"Nothin'," Micah shrugs. "I figured I'd ask my lady, seeing as you women tend to fantasize about these situations." You can't deny that, because little does Micah know, you've had a few fantasies about the two of you getting together for quite some time now.
"Do I look like the type for romances, Micah?" you ask.
"Do I?" Micah replies. Good point.
"Well..." you sigh, trying to think of a few ideas. "You plan how we met, and I'll plan our wedding?"
"Sure, darlin'," Micah nods as he finishes off his drink.
"Wait here. I'll go get us a refill," you say as you take Micahs empty glass, finishing off your own, and wandering off back into the party to find your next round of booze.
Micah watches you leave, tucking his hand into his pockets to fish out a cigarette to enjoy whilst he waits and ponders.
Finding a server wasn't hard, and you thanked them as you swapped your glasses over. On your walk back you overheard another couple talking about how they met, saying she was a server on one of the ferries and he was there to gamble, only he ended up spending the night distracting her from her job.
You find your way back to Micah, who's just finished his cigarette, stomping it out on the ground with his polished black shoes. "I picked you up at a bar," Micah tells you as you hand him his drink.
"What? No," you scoff, scrunching your face up at the generic and boring backstory.
"What else you got then, sweetheart?" Micah asks before taking a sip from his drink.
"I just overheard a couple say that they met on one of those gambling ferries. She was a waitress and he spent the whole night chattin' her up."
"You wanna steal their backstory?" Micah tuts. "Dutch said we shouldn't be stealin," he says as he shakes his head jokingly.
"We'll just change it a little... I was a bartender and you spent the night chatting me up," you suggest.
"A woman bartender?" Micah questions your suggestion.
"Times are changing, Micah. It's believable," you reply, getting a little defensive.
"I didn't mean it like that," Micah says as he raises his hand. "I like it. And we met 4 years back, got married in April last year. How's that sound?" he asks.
"Good," you nod, realizing that you'd done each other's jobs rather than the ones you assigned. "You ready to mingle?" you ask him.
"Fine," Micah sighs.
Neither of you wants to do this, both forcing a fake smile and kind accents as you speak to the strangers. After an hour, you haven't found much, a few mentions of summer homes and private boats, but nothing within the area.
You're a few more glasses in, beginning to feel ever so slightly tipsy, but you needed that buzz to help you get through the smugness of these strangers.
"You want another?" you ask Micah who has barely sipped on his current one. He's only drunk a glass less than you have, but he doesn't seem affected, though his tolerance is probably higher than yours.
"I'm alright, my love. I'll wait here for you," Micah tells you as he moves his hand off your waist, letting you wander off into the crowd.
You're still not used to the pet names, but you hope they continue to roll out of Micahs mouth, seeing as you no longer had that sickly feeling in your stomach. It seems your nerves had finally calmed down, being replaced by a warm and gentle buzz instead, though that's probably the alcohol in your system.
You thank the waiter as you take another glass and turn to leave, but overhear the most hideous voice you've ever heard call out to the same man you just thanked. You attempt to walk away, but quickly stop and look over your shoulder, face scrunching up at the sight of quite possibly the rudest woman you've ever seen, if you can even call her a woman.
She drones on and on, insulting this poor stranger that was only trying to do his job. God. The way she spoke to him made you sick, and before that little voice in the back of your head can stop you, you've already approached her and cut her off, attempting to speak to her sweetly.
"Are you an entertainer?" you ask.
"What on earth are you yapping about?" She questions as she looks you up and down in disgust.
"Well, it's a very good act you've got going on here. Playing the stereotypical obnoxious upper-class woman, though I wouldn't recommend performing it when you're not on stage," you respond, acting as if you genuinely thought she was a man in drag.
"Well, I never!" She squeals. "You've got some lip on you, little girl. Do you now know who I am?"
"Oh, I do apologize, madam. What's your act called? Maybe I'll drop by to hear you squeal on stage next time I pass the theatre."
You can't hold back the grin creeping across your face as the stranger's face turns red, her huffing and puffing attracting a handful of eyes nearby. Thankfully, the poor served had managed to sneak off, so at least she wouldn't take it out on him any more than she already had.
She goes to open her mouth again but is quickly cut off when Micah appears by your side.
"Oh, I do apologize for my wife's behaviour," Micah says with a wave of his hand. "Sweetheart!" he says as he turns to you, putting his arm around your waist and beginning to walk you away. "What have I told you about feeding the animals?" he says in clear earshot of the woman.
The both of you don't get to see the woman explode as you rush off, but your grins are as wicked as each others as you lead Micah to the back of the party, giggling devilishly.
You can still hear the woman protesting as she's asked to leave, and is eventually dragged out, which was more than satisfying to watch. The party returns to how it formerly was, the strangers barely looking your way as it seems you'd done everybody a favour.
Your eyes meet Micahs, his arm still wrapped around your waist as your hand rests on his shoulder, your body pressed against his. Both of your grins remain there as the two of you look at each other, suddenly realizing just how pressed up you were against your 'husbands' body.
"I ain't seen that fire in you before, sweetheart," Micah tells you.
"There's a lot of me you ain't seen, Micah," you reply.
"Ooooh," Micah sighs as he chuckles. His head dips down slightly, speaking more directly into your ear but far enough that he can still see your reaction. "Well if you'd be so kind as to show me," he flirts.
Your knees feel like giving up on you, and you're thankful that Micah's grip is tight enough around your waist to hold you upright. You go to open your mouth and invite him to find out, but you're cut off before you can even make a sound.
"Mister and Mrs. Bell?" A familiar voice asks. Both of your smiles fade as you turn to see Dutch standing there, his brows slightly furrowed. "What the hell was that?" he whispers through gritted teeth.
"She deserved it," Micah shrugs, his voice returning to his usual tone as he softens his grip on you.
"What happened?" he whispers.
"Dutch, trust me, anybody would have done the same. It seems I did everyone here a favour," you reassure him.
"I don't care if she deserved it or not. Just stop drawing attention to yourselves, please!" Dutch hisses.
Micah raises his hand innocently, "sure, boss," he says.
"We'll keep quiet," you add on.
"Thank you, now go and mingle," Dutch attempts to force a smile, waving his hands about as he encourages you to head back into the crowd.
He doesn't walk away, so you're forced to drag Micah back into the handful of strangers and continue where you left off, doing whatever you can to find at least a little something to take back to the camp.
Thanks for ruining the moment, Dutch.
The whole time you're speaking to these strangers, all you can think about is the flirtatious glisten Micah had in his eyes when he said that line. His hand is around your waist once more, only you're well aware of the way his hand is slowly trailing down you, eventually resting on your tailbone, a little too close to your ass, though you wish he'd move his hand a little lower.
A stranger quickly thanks you for having that woman kicked out of the party, and your bitching session about her is cut short from the loud bang coming from the sky. You almost drop your drink, surprised to hear what sounds like gunshots, only to turn and see the sky glowing an array of colours.
They're fireworks. You've heard about them before but never seen them, and despite how pretty they are, you wish they were a little quieter. Sure, you're a gunslinger, but loud noises still make you jump, despite being somewhat used to them.
Micah stands almost directly behind you, moving his hand to your hip as he pressed his body against yours. You relax against him, your back pressed against his chest and shoulder. Micah places his empty glass on a tray that trails past him, using that same hand to brush a few strands of hair from your face, catching your attention as you move your gaze off the fireworks.
"You think we're doing a good job, sweetheart?" Micah asks.
"A good job of what, exactly?" you reply.
"You know exactly what I'm on about," he chuckles. His gaze was soft on you to begin with, but it softens out even more as you make him laugh.
"I think we're doing well, but we can always do better," you flirt.
"Oh?" Micah smirks, picking up on your hints. "And how are we gonna do that, my love?"
Micah boldly places a gentle kiss to your temple, your heart fluttering as his 'stache brushes against your skin, a lot softer than you thought it'd be.
"Well, for a start, you could kiss my lips rather than my temple," you reply, just as boldly as his move.
"That so?" he smiles.
"It is so, darling," you reply.
"Just you wait," Miah grins, kissing your temple again. "I ain't gonna let that happen in the middle of these folk," he explains.
"That's alright, Mister Bell. I can wait," you reply as you rest your head against the crook of his neck, angling upwards so you can continue to watch the fireworks.
Micah places another kiss to your temple before wrapping his arms around your waist, enjoying the way your hand rests on top of his, the other one still holding your glass. He continues to place gentle kisses against you every so often, holding your back firmly against his chest.
Little do you know that Micah's heart is also racing just as fast as yours, his stomach feeling just as sick and his knees feeling just as weak. All those times he'd accidentally met your gaze from across the camp were times when he'd been admiring you, watching you from afar as he tries to figure out a non-creepy and non-cheesy way to talk to you.
When it comes to one night stands and quick hook-ups, Micah will blurt a few stereotypical pickup lines out and hope for the best, but he's been lovesick the second he saw you, and his feelings continued to grow the more he saw your personality come out within the camp. He felt a little jealous at first, finding a woman who's just as good with a gun and knife as he is, but the thought of "but what if she was mine?" struck his mind, and he then decided that he just had to have you.
Micah struggles to talk to women, he's barely interacted with them, and it's even worse growing up without a female role model in his life. But the camp continued to move and hunt for money, and when Micah found out that Dutch was invited to the mayors' party, he finally saw his chance. Despite trying to recommend taking another set of hands along, without Micah making it obvious that he wanted an excuse to talk to you, Dutch quickly picked up on what was going on and decided to stir the pot even more.
Originally, Micah just thought Dutch could do with his help and maybe take one of the ladies, but Dutch is smart and picks up on little things like the two of you admiring each other from afar. Dutch grinned as he thanked Micah for his suggestion, and then said he could do with a fake couple there so they had all their options open. Micah was quick to dip his hat over his face and blurt out "sure boss, I'll leave it to you," scurrying off when he realized that he'd dug this hole a lot deeper than it was meant to go, but he swallowed his fear and went along with it.
And here the two of you are, Micah leading you over to the gazebo at the back of the mayors' house to have a "little talk about the leads we've found." There's another couple stood on one side, but the gazebo is big enough so if the two of you stand on the other side and speak under your breaths then they won't hear you.
"Well, what you think?" Micah asks as he gently removes your hand from around his arm, holding it lightly in both of his hands as he leans back against the railing, crossing one ankle over the other.
"We got a few bit here 'n' there. It ain't been easy," you shrug. It seems that despite every single person here being an obnoxious prick, they had their guards up around strangers, not letting things slip out too easily.
"But have you had fun?" Micah chuckles.
"I've had fun playing dress-up with you, Micah," you grin, noting the way Micah's fidgeting with the ring on your finger, probably slightly nervous.
"We can always do it again some time," he flirts. "Maybe go to one of them fancy poker games they host at the saloon here," Micah suggests.
"Oh, I bet you'd enjoy that," you giggle. "Gambling, liquor, and me sittin' on your lap."
"How could I not enjoy that?" Micah asks as he stands upright. "But is it a sin if I do enjoy it?" Micah asks, his tone turning slightly stern as he looks into your eyes.
"Do you want it to be?" you ask, watching as Micah moves your hand from his to rest on his shoulder, his hands finding your waist.
"I ain't really bothered, sweetheart," Micah tells you with a little shrug. "Sin or not, I'll have you on my lap, so I'll be happy," he adds.
"You know, we ain't gotta play dress up again just for you to have me sit on your lap," you flirt as your other hand comes to rest on his shoulder, slowly wrapping around his neck.
"Don't say that, darlin'. Cause we both know that you'll get tired of me constantly takin' up that offer," Micah jokes.
"You think I'm gonna get tired of you, Mister Bell?"
"You might," Micah says with a shrug. He moves one hand off your waist to gently cup your chin, making sure your eyes are on his. "Mrs. Bell," he says with a grin, noticing the way your heart flutters at the sound of it.
"I bet you I won't," you smile.
"We'll just have to see about that, won't we?"
"We will, Mister Bell."
Micah gently moves his hand from your chin, gently brushing it along your jawline as he cups it, his thumb rubbing slowly over your cheek. You melt into his touch, and the sight of that is enough to pop Micah's patience.
He finally dips his head down, gently pressing his lips against yours, though he's not surprised when you begin to kiss back, deepening the kiss. Micah's hand moves from your cheek, joining the other one around your waist as he holds onto you, pulling your body against his.
Despite how firmly his lips are pressed against yours, his moustache is a lot softer than you imagined, running against your upper lip, lightly tickling you. There's the strong taste of champagne on his lips, and a faint taste of tobacco on his tongue as he slides it against yours. It's a good thing Micah has your body pressed up against his, holding you firmly, as you can feel your knees getting weaker by the second.
Micah lets out a soft sigh as he moves one hand to gently cup the back of your head. Your fingertips brush against his low ponytail, a style that you hoped to see him wear again. Maybe he'll keep it for this upper-class poker date that you'd both just planned, and even though neither of you said it was a date, the way you were gazing at each other says otherwise.
There's a sudden cough, and that's when you realize that someones been coughing to get your attention a few times now. You were far too engulfed in locking lips with your 'husband' that you didn't notice poor Arthur standing a few feet away, trying to get both of your attention.
Micah momentarily breaks the kiss to mumble "go away, Morgan," before bringing your lips back to his, continuing where you left off.
"We're leavin', Micah," Arthur tells him in a stern voice.
Micah ignores him, and although you feel bad for Arthur being there, you're not willing to break this kiss for anything. You've waited far too long for this.
"You two, come on," Arthur sighs, and Micah finally breaks away from you.
"Fine," Micah frowns as his gaze meets Arthurs. Arthur ignores his attitude and walks off, heading through the slowly-dispersing crowd to find the others.
Micah doesn't say anything but flashes you a cheeky smile as he offers his arm once more. You take it, and he leads you through the party, meeting the others who are already climbing into the stagecoach when you arrive.
Micah does most of the talking on the way back, telling the others about the few leads the two of you had found. His hand rests on your knee the whole journey back, and Dutch seems to notice it, smiling to himself.
When you arrive back at camp, Micah offers you his hand as he helps you down from the stagecoach, and despite being back, his hand still lingers in yours whilst you say goodnight to everyone.
"You want me to walk you home, Mrs. Bell?" Micah jokes.
"Oh, you're so kind, offering to walk me ten steps," you giggle.
Micah does it anyway, stopping outside your tent.
"I err..." Micah gulps, his eyes flicking around the camp, then back to you. "I had fun tonight. Now I know we didn't get many leads, but I still enjoyed myself."
"I did too. Maybe we'll make up for our losses when we go on that upper-class poker mission," you smile. Micah's eyes widen a little.
"You were serious about that?" he asks, a tint of doubt to his voice.
"I was. But I understand if you're tired of pretending to be my husband already," you jokingly sigh, bringing a smile back to Micah's face.
"I ain't ever gonna get tired of it. But if you're up for it, then well, I guess I better start lookin' for a way to make it happen," Micah replies.
"You let me know as soon as you find it."
"Anyway, I ain't gonna keep you up. You get to bed, sweetheart," Micah says as he takes hold of your hand, placing a gentle kiss against your knuckles.
"You still ain't learned where my lips are, have you?" you flirt, watching Micah's eyes light up at your comment.
"I guess you better show me then, Mrs. Bell," Micah grins, his face dipping down to meet yours as you lean up to kiss him, your arms wrapping around his neck once more.
Micah doesn't keep you up for too long, softly kissing you goodnight and finally letting you turn in. You hear him walk away as you close your tent flaps, taking your time to get undressed and get ready for bed. The whole time you're changing, your stomach is still turning with butterflies, in shock at tonight's turn of events, even though you adored all of them.
In some ways, the Gods finally did answer your prayers, giving you the sinner you fawned over rather than taking your feelings away. Either outcome would have been fine, but you definitely preferred this one, especially now you had a date lined up.
Maybe those romances that Mary-Beth reads aren't so silly after all.
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Sooo I was re reading hungry part 2 and I saw the part where you wrote about link making Amelia walk around Home Good and Lowe’s while she was heavily pregnant and I was wondering if you could write a fic about that? Hope your staying safe!
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thanks so much for the prompt, i had a lot of fun writing this i hope everyone’s doing well and staying safe!
“Hey babe.” Link whispered as he shook his girlfriends shoulder, trying to lull her out of sleep.
“Leave me alone.” She grumbled into the pillow, turning away from him. He chuckled at her grumpiness, shaking her again. “Geez, what do you want?” She snapped.
“We’ve gotta go shopping for the apartment.” They had recently moved into an apartment together, before their son arrived. He was expected to come in 3 weeks and Link wanted to get everything in order while all Amelia wanted to do at this point was curl up into a ball until the baby came.
“Nooooooooo.” She whined turning around to face him.
“We have to. The baby can’t come home to an empty apartment.” Link chuckled at his girlfriends sleepiness.
“We have furniture, and we have baby things, why can’t we just order the other stuff online?”
“First off we’ve waited too long to do this, so stuff won’t get her in time, and secondly you can’t rely on the internet you have to go and see the stuff, and there are DIY projects I want to do. We’ve gotta make this place homey.”
“Hell no Link. I’m not going to walk around the store with you so you can get stuff for projects you’ll never do.”
“Come on babe, it’ll be so much fun. And we can get you a soft pretzel on the way to the store.” Amelia perked up at the mention of a pretzel. After some time Amelia reluctantly agreed to the excursion.
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“Ready babe?” Link asked as he unbuckled his seatbelt.
“Can’t I wait in the car?”
“Come on it’ll be fun.” Amelia rolled her eyes and begrudgingly got out of the car. She held onto her boyfriends arm and leaned against his shoulder, they had just begun and she was already tired.
“What do we need?” She wanted to try and make this excursion as quick as they could, so she wanted to assure she kept him on task.
“I’ve gotta make two key copies, paint for the baby’s room, some tile backsplash for the kitchen, some lightbulbs and a new light fixture for the living room.” The neurosurgeon sighed, she could tell the was going to be a long trip.
“After this can we get a pretzel.”
“I promised didn’t I?” Link chuckled absentmindedly, as he compared paint swatches. “So we decided on light green for the nursery right? Which on do you like better?”
“I don’t care whatever you want.”
“Alright.” Link sighed, staring to realize his girlfriend was going to be of no help. “This one then.”
“No that’s the wrong one.” The neurosurgeon dramatically sighed, picking up the paint swatch she thought would be best in the room.
“I thought you didn’t care?”
“That was when I thought you were gonna make the right choice.” Her boyfriend chuckled wrapping his arm around her.
“Come on this is so much fun isn’t it?” Link asked as they walked through the tile isle, he took out his phone to look at the pictures he took of the kitchen to try and see what would look best in their kitchen.
“No, my feet are swollen, I’m hungry, and I want to take a nap.”
“I promise we’ll get pretzels after this.” He smiled charmingly.
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“Link why do we have to do this?” Amelia complained as she trailed behind her boyfriend in Home Goods. “We have a couch, bed, crib, and changing table at home already this is unnecessary.”
“We’ve got to make it homey, babe.” Link wrapped his arm around her, trying to help her keep up the pace.
“I like our cold cave.”
“See wouldn’t this mirror look cute in the entryway?” Link asked pointing to one on a shelf.
“I don’t care, whatever you want.”
“Come on, lighten up. We’ve gotta make the apartment our home, it’s gotta have a little something.”
“I’ll lighten up once this bowling ball is out of me.” Amelia bit back, starting to lose her patience. Link kept grazing down the aisles, his girlfriend trudging along. “Can’t we sit down?”
“We’re almost done.” He got distracted with another item. The tired neurosurgeon sighed and walked away from him, and towards the front of the store where a bench was. She carefully lowered herself down onto the bench and sighed, she was tempted to fake contractions but she knew Link would take her to the hospital, as she was plotting in excuse an older woman then sat down next to her.
“Your husband drag you here?” The woman asked whilst smiling.
“Yeah.” Amelia chuckled, not bothering to correct the woman that it was her boyfriend.
“My husband drags me here all the time. Any home improvement store for that matter, it’s keen like this our whole marriage. Never made me when I was pregnant though, I would’ve killed him if he did that.” Amelia chuckled, as much as she loved her boyfriend she was at her wits ends with his restlessness. “With the first baby they have all this nervous energy, that they don’t know what to do with, so they do home improvement projects.” Amelia winced at the assumption that this was her first baby. “Our first, she’s 25 now, God that’s crazy to say, but he made this rocking chair himself. I remember we had this big fight, I can’t even remember what about, but I told him to get out. So he went out the front door and I cried and cried thinking he’d actually left, but in actuality he was out back in his shed building that chair. Throughout the years he’s made amazing things for our home but that’s by far my favorite.”
“That’s sweet.” Amelia smiled melting a little bit at the sweet story.
“I lied to you.” The woman said, Amelia crooked her eyebrow; confused. “My husbands dead, I just come here to feel him.”
“I’m so sorry.” Amelia sobered up a bit.
“It’s okay, he died of what the doctors said was something called a brain aneurysm. When the doctors tried to explain it they used all these fancy terms. I think that’s what upset me the most, they could see I was distraught but didn’t even dumb it for me. He was completely healthy, the day before he was at the doctors clean bill of health, how could they of not caught it? For how smart they acted, I couldn’t believe they missed it.”
“Their hard to detect, a lot of the time there are no symptoms, until it’s too late.”
“Oh, are you a doctor? I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“No offense taken, I get it. As interns we’re taught a list of bullet points, and they give you all that crap about being sensitive but that doesn’t resonate with a lot of people, until they’ve lost someone they love.”
“Would you mind explaining to me what a brain aneurysm is?”
“Of course.” Amelia nodded turning to face her a bit better. “There are blood vessels in your brain, and if one of them gets weak, it then kinda acts like a balloon and fills up until it bursts.” The woman simply nodded, indicating she understood, starting to understand better.
“What kind of doctor are you?”
“I’m a neurosurgeon.”
“So you see those all the time?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Are they ever detected early?”
“It depends. Sadly in most cases it’s too late and the aneurysm bursts, sometimes if it starts leaking you can clip it and fix the issue.”
“Thank you.” The woman nodded, shooting her a sad smile. “May I ask why you became a doctor?”
“Well all my siblings are doctors, so I guess it never really occurred to me to do something else, but I think we’re all doctors because our dad died when we were younger, in some way thinking we could change what happened I guess.”
“It helps when you start to accept the things you can’t change.” Amelia immediately noticed the phrase, it was from the serenity prayer.
“I hope you don’t mind me asking but are you in A.A?”
“I am, I haven’t been in awhile. I know it’s not the best to be in a relationship with another alcoholic but I think we kept each other in check, and were sober for each other.”
“Im in AA too.” Amelia smiled, watching the woman relax a bit. “If you want to we can go together.”
“You know, I’d very much enjoy that. I really should be going, the want to drink has been lurching over me since his death. Thank you.”
“Of course.” Amelia smiled as she took out a pen and piece of paper from her bag to write her number on and handed it to the woman.
“Thank you dear.”
“Sorry about that babe, you ready?” Link asked his girlfriend as he spotted her on the bench.
“Yeah.” Amelia nodded slowly standing up. “I’m sorry I don’t think I caught your name.”
“Louise. And yours?”
“Amelia. It was really nice to meet you.”
“Likewise, I’ll send you a text message later dear.” Amelia nodded and walked out of the store with her boyfriend.
“Who was that?”
“My friend.” Amelia smiled to herself. “I’m sorry for being cranky earlier.”
“No I’m the one that’s sorry. I dragged you to a bunch of different stores and we still haven’t got you that pretzel.” Link chuckled as he placed the bags into the trunk and closed it. “And your 8 months pregnant and exhausted.”
“No it’s okay.” Amelia smiled once he got into the drivers side and buckled his seatbelt. “What were you planning on building for the baby?”
“Well I know your tired so I’m gonna get you that pretzel and drop you off at home, but I’m probably go to ikea and get a rocking chair.” Amelia perked up to this and smiled.
“No don’t go to ikea, you should build it.”
“Well yeah, they give you all the parts there.”
“No you should build it from scratch.”
“What happened to the online shopping Amelia?”
“Come on wouldn’t it be really sweet?”
“I haven’t really built anything like that since high school wood shop, but I guess I can figure it out.” Link smiled, happy Amelia was starting to appreciate the DIY side of him. “You know what I think I will.”
“Thank you.” Amelia smiled, relaxing into the seat. “I have the best boyfriend ever.”
“And I have the best girlfriend ever.”
“That’s correct.” Amelia smirked.
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Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts || Spencer Reid
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A/N: This is a fic I have wanted to write for a long time, and I have read this concept a whole bunch of times from different fandom so it isn’t my original idea. Kudos to whoever made this idea first, I love it, but I did want to write one with my own twist. So yeah, enjoy. I don’t drink so bare with me. Maybe a happy part two, possibly.
Please don’t copy my works, but if you do want to use it as inspiration please give me credit, at least tag me. I do read a lot and when I see my ideas getting stolen and then turned into new stories it really hurts me.
Summary: After Y/n and Spencer’s one-sided breakup, Y/n gets drunk on their breakup anniversary and calls Spencer and admits that she still loves him and that she is mothering his child. This is after prison Spencer so he isn’t as nice!
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Category: Angst
Warnings: Angst. Not a happy ending, I really wanted it to be a happy ending but life sucks so whatever. Alcohol obviously. Have your tissues ready if you are sensitive. Swearing.
Word Count: 3.2k
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“I’m sorry Y/n but I don’t love you anymore. Everything about us is just so complicated. We’re always fighting and arguing, and my job is very stressful and time-consuming, our fire burned out a long time ago and we just don’t belong together anymore. I just can’t do this with you, I’m sorry and I hope you’ll find someone else and please forgive me one day”
Those were the words that ended our 2-year relationship. Spencer didn’t love me anymore. He left me standing there in the rain outside of the BAU, 10 o’clock at night, in the dark, alone. He walked away from me, from our child that he didn’t even know about, I was going to tell him but he left before I could. And I knew that if I told him about our child I would burden him with our child. With me.
Of course the team was devastated when they were informed that we had broken up.
Garcia, JJ, Emily, and I still hang out regularly, we would go to nightclubs, and bars and all sorts of fun places together, we never lost our connection with each other. Spencer was a topic that was never brought up when we hung out, but when he was the whole mood would be killed.
Rossi and I would meet up every second Saturday of the month and we would have a nice dinner together and talk, nothing romantic, only a father-daughter relationship. He was also the godfather to Spencer and I’s child. And of course Penelope was the godmother, it was a tough decision between the girls, but since Penelope had the least dangerous part of the job she was the best choice.
Henry Y/l/n Reid was the beautiful baby boy I had given birth to on October 31 weighing 7.6 pounds. A coincidence to say the least, it was on Spencer’s favorite holiday. He took up almost all of Spencer’s facial features, only leaving Henry with my y/h/c hair, and plump lips. He looked too much like Spencer, anyone who looked at Henry would immediately assume he was Spencer’s. When I was in labor, practically the whole team came rushing to the hospital leaving Spencer alone at the BAU for a few hours. I had made everyone keep it a secret to not tell Spencer until I decided too and so when they had gone back they all had their own excuses. It has been two years since our breakup, I had raised him myself, along with the girls, and Rossi. It was hard being a single mother, 2-year-old Henry had definitely inherited Spencer’s genius brain and had on multiple occasions asked where his daddy was. Every time the answer would be, “Daddy has a very busy job and doesn’t have time, he travels a lot, but he’s coming back really soon”. And that was how it went every single day for two years.
On many occasions JJ would suggest I tell Spencer but every time I would decline and say, “not yet”.
All this time I was still madly in love with Spencer. Every night I would cry myself to sleep knowing the person I loved the most other than Henry didn’t love me back. He had moved on, on several occasions Emily would come to tell me about the girls she would see Spencer flirting with. It wasn’t something I wanted to know, but I needed to know. A very small part of my heart suggests that if I had told Spencer the night I found out about Henry he would have never left me, but Spencer had stopped loving me long before that and telling him would burden him to me. I loved him, so so much, and it was all my fault he didn’t love me back. Rossi, every time we met up would tell me it wasn’t my fault that Spencer had fallen out of love with me, but deep down inside of me it felt like it was. Maybe it was because of Maeve, maybe not.
Laying in bed crying, that is exactly what I was doing right this moment. The tears spilling out of my eyes staining the plush white pillow under my head, my body curled in the fetal position. Trembling, shaking, coldness, and the choked sobs from my lips filled the air. Henry completely oblivious of what's happening, was sleeping in the room next door. Whenever Henry saw me cry he would wrap me in a tight long hug, his small arms squeezing me tightly, his cheek on my shoulders, he never said anything, just hugged me. He truly was a smart little boy.
Tonight's tears were different. They didn’t just come out of my eyes, they poured out. Today marked the official 2 year break up anniversary, two whole years knowing the person you loved the most probably had someone else on their mind.
‘He never loved you.’
‘He’s too good for you.’
‘He hates you.’
‘He loves someone else.’
‘He wants nothing to do with you.’
‘He left you alone.’
‘YOU WEREN’T GOOD ENOUGH, THAT’S WHY HE LEFT YOU.’
‘YOU'RE A WHORE.’
‘YOU'RE UGLY.’
‘YOU DON’T DESERVE LOVE.”
The voices never stopped, slapping at my brain. The pounding just got worse whenever I tried to ignore it.
That's it. I bolted up from my bed and started walking towards the kitchen. Wine, Vodka, Beer, all those sounded great right now. And you know what that’s exactly what's going to happen. To get wasted. I’m never this reckless, but tonight, tonight was an exception, it hurt too much, the pain jabbing at my heart was too much to handle.
I stomped quietly down the halls of my apartment and swung the kitchen cabinet door that held the booze open. Nothing.
Plan b.
Grabbing the skimpiest dress I owned I threw it on and taped up on some light makeup. The dress I had on looked so slutty I almost decided to just cancel my plans, the dress was a deep dark shade of emerald green, it had almost the thinnest straps, a plunging neckline, and a skirt that stopped at the top of my thighs. For makeup a smokey eye with gold and blood-red lipstick. I grabbed my long y/h/c hair and pulled it into a slick, tight ponytail at the top of my head and turned to the bathroom mirror. I looked like a desperate whore, I had thought to myself as I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. The jabbing was not going to let me rest so I threw my stupid thoughts about being a whore out of my head and called Rossi.
David picked up on the third ring.
“Y/n why are you calling me at 10:30pm?” David’s voice came from the other end.
“I’m so sorry David for waking you up so late but could you please please please come to my apartment and watch Henry for a few hours? He’s asleep already! All you have to do is listen for him.” My voice pleaded, sounding more desperate than the time I begged Spencer to come back.
“Fine, but you owe me a coffee tomorrow,” David answered shuffling around his apartment for a coat and his keys. “I’ll be there in 3 minutes.
“Thank you, see you,” I said into the phone and hung up.
Three minutes passed and as Rossi promised he showed up.
I swung the door open as soon as I heard the knock on the door.
Rossi just stood there looking at me with a disapproving look on his face. I could tell he already knew what I was up to. After all he is a profiler.
I stepped aside so David could step in.
“I’m only doing this because I know you need this,” Rossi said stepping in.
“Thank you,” I said a small smile on my face.
“Be safe okay? And don’t do anything you’ll regret.” David said, taking off his coat and sitting down in the armchair by the tv.
“Okay. I’ll be back in a few hours and the guest room is always open.” I said grabbing my purse and closing the door.
I called a cab to take me to the most popular night club. The more people the better. The driver kept eyeing me throughout the entire car ride, and I get why, I did dress like a lady that wanted nothing but attention.
When we stopped in front of the club, I jumped out and threw my money to the driver before he could say anything and walked away and into the club.
The club was crowded as I had suspected, this was good this way I blended in.
As I made my way to the bar part of the club, I felt insane amounts of prying eyes on me, but I chose to ignore all of them.
“I’d like the strongest drink you have here,” I said to the bartender as I slapped down a few bucks.
“Break up?” The bartender asked as he picked up the money.
“You can say that,” I said holding the tears back.
I waited as the male bartender, Elliot I had read on his tag, prepared my drink. All around me were couples dancing and grinding against each other. Jealousy. that's what I was feeling right now at the moment.
The bartender brought back my drink and I downed it in a matter of seconds. What came afterward hit strong. The drink made my mind fuzzy and fluffy. That’s good. I wanted to feel the clouds. Right?
“I’ll take three more of these.” I slurred already dizzy.
“I’m sorry miss but you can’t have more than three of these, they are very strong.” The bartender said back.
“I’ll pay double,” I answered.
“I’m sorry miss, but it's against policy, and I have a good idea how you are feeling, and it may seem like a good idea right now, but it’ll suck later,” Elliot responds back.
“Fine, two more than,” I said handing him more bills.
He took the money without any words and walked to the back to prepare the drinks. I may be no profiler but I can sure as hell tell he thinks I’m psychotic.
Elliot brought back my drinks, and I gave him a quick thanks. I grabbed my second glass and stared around me again. Happy couples everywhere. Ugh. I downed my second glass as an attractive man approached me.
“Hey pretty lady, mind if I take you home for tonight?” The man asked.
I thought about it. I really did. But I loved Spencer way too much. “No thank you,” I answered.
“Come on.” The man said, grabbing my hand roughly. His face dangerously close to mine that I could smell his disgusting breath.
“NO THANKS,” I repeated trying to pull my wrists away.
His hand tightened against my arm. “Come on you whore! You're basically asking for it by the way you're dressed.” The man spat.
I started struggling and pulling but the man wouldn’t let go one bit.
“Hey let her go, the lady said no,” Elliot said approaching the counter towards us.
The man looked at me in disgust and let go of my wrists and walked away stomping his feet.
“Thanks,” I said as tears started spilling out of my eyes.
“Yeah no problem, be safe okay?” He asked.
“Yeah okay,” I answered as I chugged my last glass of alcohol.
I stood up, wobbling, and tried my best to make my way out of the club.
I could still hear the music as I walked out of the club. It was pouring rain outside. Great. My stupid ass didn’t bring a jacket. I saw a phone booth a few feet away and I quickly made my way to it, tripping and stumbling a bit. Everything around me was spinning and I felt like I could be flying right now. I closed the door to the phone booth and just clutched to the wall as I tried to sort out all my thoughts.
Then an idea struck me. Call Spencer Reid.
If I wasn’t drunk I wouldn’t have done it, but now it was too late, the numbers were already dialed, and the phone was already against my ear.
On the fifth ring he picked up. He picked up. Picked up. He actually picked up.
“Hello?” Came Spencer's angelic voice, although he sounded pissed.
“Spencer? Is- Is that you?” I slurred stuttering like crazy. I already knew but I had to make sure.
“Y/n is that you? Why do you sound drunk?” Spencer’s voice came.
“Of course dummy I’m drunk, why else would I be calling.” I laughed, bubbly hiccups erupting my mouth.
“Why are you calling me y/n, it's one in the morning and I’m kind of busy.” He said, definitely pissed. “Wait are you outside?”
“Y-yes,” I answered back.
There was a long pause.
What I said next was not something I would have said if I wasn’t pissed drunk. “I really miss you Spence. And, and I love you so much and I hate that you left m-”
“Stop Y/n I don’t want to hear it. I told you two years ago that I don't love you.” Spencer stopped me.
“Spencer please, please, please. I’m s-s-sorry for whatever i- I did.” I sobbed tears, definitely pouring out of my eyes.
“I’m sorry Y/n. I told you a million ti-.” Before he could finish, a female voice came on. “Hey babe who is that?”
CRACK. That was my heartbreaking.
“I’m not your babe Amanda.” I barely hear, my choked sobs were stopping me from focusing on anything.
“Is-is that a woman?” I clocked out.
“Yes it is, I told you I was kinda busy.” Spencer spat.
That’s it. That’s when I snapped. “THAT’S IT IF YOU’RE GOING TO SLEEP WITH OTHER WOMEN, I WON’T LET YOU MEET HENRY, YOU BASTARD,” I screamed into the poor phone.
My eyes immediately popped open in horror as I realized what I just yelled. I slapped my hand to my mouth in horror. Tears definitely still pouring out my eyes.
“Who’s Henry?” Spencer asked.
“NO. NO. NO. NO.” I screamed on the phone, still in denial.
“Get dressed and get out of my house. GO!” I heard Spencer from a distance. “I’m coming to pick you up,” Spencer said to me.
“Why would you fucking do that?” I cried.
“Because obviously you’re bat shit drunk Y/n. And plus if I left you to die in a random phone box somewhere. Rossi’s going to strangle me. Where are you?” Spencer exclaimed.
“I-I’m on third street in front of the club,” I answered calming down.
“Okay bye.” He said and hung up.
“BITCH!” I yelled into the deadline.
Oh god I’m going to throw up. I ran out of the phone booth and thankfully my hair is already pulled back. I basically threw up everything I ate for dinner. I rubbed my lips with my arm and saw that my red lipstick was rubbed on my arms which only meant one thing it was rubbed on my cheek too.
I stood by the side of the road both hands in front of me holding my handbag, drenched in rainwater, Mascara running down my soaked cheeks, lipstick smudged. And that’s exactly how I looked when Spencer pulled up on the side of the road.
Spencer pulled the door open from his seat and motioned me into his car. I climbed into the car and grabbed the seat belt to fasten it but my head was so spiny it was impossible. Spencer grabbed the seat belt from my hands and roughly shoved it in.
“God you look like a cheap whore,” Spencer stated as he pulled away from the crib.
“I KNOW YOU DON’T HAVE TO RUB IT IN,” I yelled, frustrated.
“Jesus women calm down I’m just saying,” Spencer said calmly, eyes never leaving the road.
I sat there in silence frustrated as hell.
“So who’s Henry? Your new boyfriend?” Spencer sneered.
On any other day when I’m sober I would have played along with it, but no.
“No,” I answered staring straight ahead.
“Then who is he?” Spencer asked, turning his head to me.
“No one.” I spat, making eye contact with him.
“You can’t just bring a random guy up and not tell me!” Spencer said, clearly frustrated.
“YES I CAN,” I yelled.
“JUST TELL ME JESUS CHRIST.” He yelled back.
I bit my lip as I started balling my eyes out.
“Just tell me.” Spencer urged.
“HE’S YOUR TWO-YEAR-OLD SON. OKAY NOW DROP IT!” I snapped.
His eyes widened in surprise. I looked at him in horror, slapping my hand to my mouth.
“I have a son?” Spencer asked, amazed, but also looking angry. “And you didn’t tell me for two years?”
I just nodded covering the rest of my face crying into my hands.
“When were you going to tell me?” He asked.
I didn’t answer.
“WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME?” Spencer yelled.
I looked up at him and his face was all red and he was gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were turning white.
“I don’t know.” I choked out.
We neared my apartment building and Spencer parked his car. “Get out, I’ll call you when I’m less pissed at you.” Spencer managed between clenched teeth.
I just sat there cause I really didn’t know what to do.
“I SAID GET OUT OF MY CAR NOW!” Spencer yelled, his hands in the air now.
“OKAY, BYE,” I screamed back and got out of the car and slammed the door shut. Spencer immediately drove away, no hesitation, and never looked back.
I climbed the stairs to my apartment, tears still pouring out my eyes, dress still soaked, and makeup all over.
When I opened my apartment door Rossi stood up and looked at me. With one look Rossi knew and ran towards me to wrap me in a very tight hug
I dropped my bag onto the floor and hugged Rossi back, crying into his shoulder as he patted my wet hair.
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You and Me..
Chapter 2
***SERIES WARNINGS**** Rape, non-con, male!rape, injury, violence, description of injury caused by rape, nightmares, self-harm, panic attacks, implied female non-con, language, ass hole Jensen, hurt!Jensen, dark fic, smut. If there is anything else I will add it as I go.
***Chapter Warnings*** This chapter is pretty light. Mentions of death of characters parents, Jensen is a little bit of an ass, language, that’s pretty much it.
Word Count: 2057
Pairing: Jensen Ackles X Reader, Jared x reader, OFC Steve x Reader, OFC Justin x Reader.
A/N: When I originally wrote this chapter I didn’t even know who Steve Carlson was, so the Steve in this story isn’t him lol. Oddly enough I wrote this before I even really knew he was making an album lol. Anyway, all mistakes are mine, please don’t copy my work, Feedback is golden. If you want to be added to the series tag list, or my tag list just let me know! I hope you enjoy this one. After this chapter things tend to start to pick up a little.
Summary: It’s funny how one choice you made can change your whole life. One mistake can alter your course, and set you on a path that forever will haunt you. Two people find themselves getting through one of the hardest trials of Jensen’s life, on just one small promise. You and Me. We’ll get through it together…
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You woke up, much like you do every morning, with the alarm clock going off obnoxiously on your bedside table. Mornings were never your thing, but the bills weren't going to pay themselves. You rub your face hard, trying to force your eyes to focus, and your body to stay awake even though it was putting up one hell of a fight. It wants sleep, and you so desperately want to give it just that.
Finally, after about 15 minutes you roll yourself over and stand up next to the bed, looking around your messy room. You had just moved back to Austin not all that long ago. You had always lived in Texas in one place or another, but just one family vacation to Austin when you were a teenager and you were in love with the city. So as soon as you graduated high school you wasted no time in putting your application in for the University of Texas.
Much to your surprise, and a few others, you were accepted. You had wanted to major in either writing or music. Everything went great for about the first semester. Your grades were good. You worked nights at a local bar, much like a lot of your classmates, and spent your days in classes. You had new made friends, and you were finally starting to get your foothold in life. Well, that's what you thought anyway.
At the end of your first semester of college, your mother was diagnosed with stage 4 liver cancer. When your family called you moved back to your home town, dropping everything to be with your family. Your mother and you were very close. There was no way you were going to stay away while she fights this demon that they call cancer.
It was a long fight. Over and over again she defied the odds of the doctors and everyone around her. Still, after a long five-year battle she lost her fight with the disease. Once the funeral was over you knew it was way too late to go back to college. You had taken some online courses though, and gotten your degree in creative writing while you were at home taking care of your mother.
You and your father had never really gotten along, so staying home wasn't going to be an option. With all that in mind, you did the only thing you knew to do. You made the move back to Austin in the same month as your mother's funeral. Your father had over the years fallen into alcoholism. He'd always fought it, but after your mother's death, it only got the best of him. You weren’t going to stick around and watch him destroy himself.
Last year he straightened out a curve on the way home. He never survived the crash. Your brother had him cremated. He didn't even bother calling you, and telling you till it was all over. Your brother wasn't happy about you leaving home. He blamed you for your dad's struggle with the bottle after mom died, but that wasn't your fault. You didn't put a funnel in his mouth and make him drink. No one twisted his arm. He did it all on his own.
For the past three years, you had been renting an apartment in downtown Austin. It was a small, just a studio apartment, but it was all you needed. You had also landed a job at a small recording stupid in Austin. Even though you loved writing, and still did it on the side, you hadn't gotten your break yet. Music was your passion. It was what got you up in the morning, and helped you make it through the day. It was your therapy. Your outlet. Your escape from this shit existence that was your life.
You had slowly worked your way up In the studio. Starting with getting coffee, and cleaning behind the artist that came in to record. It didn't take long for Steve, your boss, to see that you had a good ear for music. He put you helping in the recording booth not long after you started.
Today you were informed that there would be a new local artist coming in to start his recording process and you were put on his beat. They didn't tell you his name, but they did say that you would probably recognize him. Even though he was local, he was famous, but they didn’t tell you who he was in order to keep rumors down the only one who knew who was coming was Steve. They made you swear not to tell anyone that he was recording, telling you that he wanted it to stay a secret until the album was done. That's why he chose a local recording studio instead of some big one in California.
As you walked to the studio this morning your nerves were vibrating. Justin, another sound tech that would be working with you today, greeted you at the door.
"You ready Y/N?" he asked, greeting you with a smile over his shoulder.
"Ready as I'll ever be," you tell him, putting your purse under the counter in the lockbox you all used and turning your phone on silent. No outside noises were ever allowed in the studio.
"Well I hate to put more on us than we already got, but there are two things you need to know before the artist gets here today. First, Jennifer, the girl that normally does the coffee, drinks, and whatever else the artist needs isn't going to be here today, her son has strep. Second, Steve will also be sitting in on today's session," he said, looking at you apologetically.
You hated working with Steve. He was such a jerk when it came to recording time. He wanted everything done too quickly. Always in a rush to make a deadline instead of taking his time, and getting the best recording.
Jennifer being gone, and two other guys in the sound room with you means that you will most likely be stuck on snake detail for this artist, and whatever bunch of groupies he's bringing with him all day.
"Lovely,” you said with a sarcastic eye roll. Justin continued to look at you apologetically.
“It's cool, let's just get this started. I'll get the recording room ready. How many are in his party today?" you asked, waiting for the answer that you dreaded the most.
"Only one other guy will be coming with him today from what I understand. Today is gonna be a lot of met and discuss. From what I understand there will be a guest singing on this album too. So it's probably a good thing Steve's gonna be here. If this guy is a prick then Steve can handle him."
Justin's attitude toward the whole situation cracked you up. Apparently, he was just as excited about this as you were.
You walk into the recording room and begin to sit out beers, whiskey, water, and even start the coffee pot going in the break room. You walk back in the recording room and start sitting out shot glasses and other things when you heard voices coming your way. You look up in time to meet a pair of deep emerald green eyes staring back at you.
Your breath catches in your throat as you look around the room at all the men.
"I'm the only chick, great," you think to yourself, but there was something about the smirk on the man's face standing in front of you with the emerald green eyes that made your stomach do flips with a feeling you've never felt before.
He smiled at you and It nearly knocked you off your feet. Damn, this guy is gorgeous. That's when Steve decided to speak up.
"Y/N, this is Mr. Jensen Ackles, and his friend, Jared. Mr. Ackles has graciously chosen our stupid to record his debut album," Steve says, moving to stand beside Jensen.
You try to keep your jaw from hitting the floor as you take in the two actors standing in front of you. You had been a fan of Supernatural for years.
You nod at the two men. "It's nice to meet," you say, and they both smile back at you. Neither spoke, which you found odd. When you watched the con videos online they seemed so friendly.
"The room is ready, Steve," you tell your boss, then quickly as you can scamper into the sound room with Justin to wait for them to get started.
You didn't really need to know what all they were doing. You just needed to make sure that whatever they were doing sounded good on tape.
"You alright Y/N?" Justin asks as you sit down in the chair with a huff.
"Yeah, That's Jensen freaking Ackles. I'm going to be working with Jensen freaking Ackles," you say in a state of shock.
"Easy girl, you know celebrities don't like to be fangirled all over," Justin says with a chuckle as he fires up the equipment and computers.
"I'm a professional Justin. I'm not going to fangirl all over anyone," you tell him with an eye roll.
You watch as the men stand there and talk, pointing to different things. Steve getting Jensen ready to get started.
After a few hours of recording, and some drinks later Jensen, as well as Steve and Jared, had loosened up a little. Jared was in the sound room with you guys watching his best friend work. He was easy to talk to. During a break in recording while you were downloading the song he just recorded into the computer, Jared had been showing you pictures of his kids. He'd been cracking you all up with stories for the past hour.
"See this is Tom, trying to prank his little brother with a whip cream pie," he said, leaning over to you, showing you the video. That's when the two of you heard Jensen’s deep voice boom over the monitors.
"Hey, Steve, tell your girl in there to stop flirting with a married man, and go bring me some fucking coffee."
The whole room turned to look at you. Jensen was still sitting in the recording room with a guitar in his lap, giving you a cold stare through the thick glass. The comment stung. You weren't his damn maid, and you weren't flirting with a married man. Steve gave you an apologetic look. You knew you had to play along. Jensen was paying them a lot of money. So if he wanted you to shine his shoes while he sang you had to do it.
"Right away Mr. Ackles," Steve said, giving you a look that screamed, “I'm sorry.”
Jared was giving his friend a death glare that Jensen didn’t seem to notice, or at least didn’t care.
"I'm sorry Y/N, he's just been a little on edge lately. That's not normally Jensen," Jared apologizing for his friend as you stand to go get his coffee for him.
"It's fine," was all you can say.
In truth though, you felt like he'd just ripped your heart out and stomped on it. Not to mention humiliated you in front of your boss and coworker. You fought back tears as you poured his coffee and entered the recording room.
You handed him his coffee, not even looking at him. He snatched it out of your hand, not even looking at you or saying thank you. You thought you had a crush on this guy. Turns out he's an ass hole like every other celebrity and artist you'd ever meet. Just another cocky dick that thought his shit didn’t stink.
Watching him on Supernatural and Smallville had gotten you through some really hard times in your life. You would have never thought he’d have done anything like he just did to you. You always pictured him as such a nice, genuine guy. Man, were you ever wrong.
You made your way from the recording room to the front where you kept your purse under the counter and shot Steve a text that said you weren’t feeling good, and you had to go home. Which wasn’t totally a lie, because your heart was broken, and you couldn’t stop the wave of tears that were streaming down your face.
You didn’t know why that one man’s opinion had hurt so much. You didn’t know him, and he didn’t know you, but as you fell back through the doors of the apartment you felt like your heart was shattered into a thousand pieces.
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Attack on Titanland
Eren and his friends are on a class trip to Titanland! A theme park that for some reason has mascots in the shape of giant monsters.
(So the final season is depressing me and I had a dream about Eren going to an Attack on Titan theme park so here’s just a fluff fic for it)
“Eren, wake up we’re almost at the park.” Mikasa nudged the boy as their bus rolled into the parking lot.
“Huh? What…?” Eren rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he looked around, disoriented as if coming out of another world.
“I swear you always fall asleep on car rides.” Armin chuckled, nudging him from the other side. “Did you forget where you are? The class trip to Titanland?”
“Titanland?” Eren repeated, his thoughs slowly returning to him. “Oh yeah.” He glanced out the window to the large billboard advertizing the front of the theme park and the long-haired green-eyed giant that appeared to be the mascot for the park. “Whose bright idea was it to make a theme park and base the rides off of a bunch of monsters?”
“I think they look kind of neat.” Mikasa gave a small smile, looking up at the Mascot Titan.
“Some people are scared of roller coasters, the Titans look scary and intimidating like that but they also look big and strong, like they know what they’re doing. I’d say using them for roller coasters is a fitting idea.” Armin laughed along as well.
“Alright class, settle down.” Hange called over the speaker from the front of the bus. “Now you have free reign when we get into the park but do try to stick together and use the buddy system, enjoy the rides! Personally I recommend the Thunder Spear, at almost one hundred fifty miles per hour it’s one of the top ten fastest roller coasters in the northern hemisphere!”
“You’re supposed to be the chaperone, not the tour guide.” Levi gave a grump groan that was half-caught over the loudspeaker before the other chaperone took the microphone for himself. “Alright listen up you brats. Don’t get lost, don’t wreck anything and stick together, now get outta here.” He tossed the transmitter back onto the hook right before a hoard of kids rushed out of the bus.
“So, what should we do first?” Eren looked to Armin, he’d designated himself the group’s planner so they could see as much of the park as they could during their short stay.
“Well, if you don’t mind there is one ride I’ve always wanted to see.” Armin held up the map and pointed to a spot of blue.
“’Paradise Sea’?” Eren quirked a brow. “Pretty relaxed for a monster-themed theme park isn’t it?”
“It’s the world’s largest tubing route, think of it as a good warmup.” The blonde boy grinned ear to ear, neither he nor Mikasa could object to a smile like that.
Soon the trio was in the water, Mikasa held the handles of her tube to one of the handles each of Eren and Armin’s tubes. “Eren you hold on too so you don’t float away and get lost.” She grumbled sternly.
Eren sighed “I won’t get lost.”
“You always get lost.” Mikasa objected.
“You do kind of always get lost.” Armin gave an amused chuckle.
“Ugh, enough about me. What are we going to do next Mr. Planner?” Eren looked at Armin, map still in the blonde’s hands.
“Well we could try the park’s signature coaster.” He pointed to a spot not too far away on the map with a brief description of the ride.
“The Behemoth, huh?” Eren read aloud, looking at the Mascot Titan from the entrance. “Man that dude need a haircut.” He mumbled, running a hand through his own hair.
“Among all the rides it’s got the best mix of height and speed, it’s a must-ride for a lot of roller coaster fanatics across the country. “ Armin wiggled excitedly in his tube.
“I don’t know, I don’t really like heights.” Eren sighed.
A snort from a few feet away caught his attention. “Why’d you even come then?” Jean shouted over, his group with Marco, Sasha, and Connie floating a few feet away with their own tubes lightly tied together in a square.
“Mind your own business!” Eren shouted, standing on his tube and glaring down at Jean.
“Why don’t you make me!?” The other boy also stood, nose inches from Eren’s.
“No standing in the tubes!” Levi gave a bored warning as he and Hange floated by, kicking both of their inner tubes and making them fall back down into them ass-first with a splash.
The shock of the kick forced Mikasa’s hand from off Eren’s handle, his tube floating away from the little triangle the trio had formed. “EREN!” Mikasa screamed as his tube drifted towards another path along the lazy river.
“It’ll be fine guys, we’ll meet up later!” Eren shouted over the sound of churning water before the foliage blocked him from view.
“He got lost again…” Armin gave a defeated sigh and shook his head.
A short bit later, Mikasa and Armin got changed back into their normal clothes, exiting the river ride with no sign of Eren at the entrance. “I can’t believe we lost Eren…” A pall was cast over Mikasa’s face.
“I had a meetup spot for us but I don’t think I got a chance to tell Eren, I’m sure we’ll find him when it comes time to meet up for dinner, let’s just walk around for now.” The blonde chuckled nervously.
Strolling down Titanstreet. LDA the main avenue that led off into the various hubs that held the rides and attractions, the duo passed by several of the park’s most popular stops along the way.
“Hey, hey, come on, no bumping.” Came the voice of a tired-sounding woman with long messy hair at a stall for electric cars. A sign above the ride read “The Go-Kart Titan” with a picture of a quadrupedal monster with a long face. The poor woman manning the ride looked like she hadn’t had a break in a long time and could barely stand up.
“Come on step right up, if you’ve got the courage to take on THE BEAST~” A blonde man with a beard and glasses called into the crowd, advertizing a salt and pepper shaker ride that that spun the riders around as if they were a baseball in a fast pitch, the sign on the front displaying a hair giant with long arms. “You look like you’ve got some courage little lady, care to give it a try?” The man reached out to Mikasa.
“No thanks.” She said with a surprising chill that sent a shiver down the older man’s spine, her face dark and miserable.
“S-Sorry about her, we’re looking for our friend.” Armin chuckled, rubbing the back of his head.
“Man, kids today sure are scary…” The man dusted off his glasses and shuddered.
“Hey Armin!” A voice called out to the two from the crowd. “Do you wanna try this ride with me?” Bertoldt asked, looking up at a huge tower ride that dropped a row of people from several stories up before propelling them back into the air and dropping them again. The sign read “The Colossus” and showed a humongous giant with no skin peeking over the park walls. “It looks exciting, but I’m kinda scared to go alone.” The tall man chuckled nervously.
“Sorry, we’re looking for Eren right now.” Armin smiled at Bertoldt and shrugged. “Why not ask Reiner to go with you?”
“He’s got his hands full with the kids there.” Bertoldt chuckled nervously, pointing to the burly blonde who had a younger child on each arm, tugging him in opposite directions.
“Come on, I wanna go on the Armored Cat ride!” Gabi tugged Reiner’s hand towards a a fast-moving ride featuring a giant covered in plate armor that made you feel like you were in an armored car busting through walls.
“Awww, but let’s go on the Jaw Snapper first!” Falco huffed, tugging Reiner in the other direction, pointing to a a ride advertized by a monster with a wild mane that spun the riders in a jaw-like centrifuge.
“I think I should probably go help him actually.” Bertoldt chuckled to himself, heading over to the trio.
“Chill Bert, I got this one.” A voice called over the tall man’s shoulder. “Besides, Annie’s got business with you, she wants to meet you over at the Tunnel of Love.” Ymir pointed her thumb back towards a sign depicting a female giant in a cave full of shining crystals.
“Oh, uhh right… thanks Ymir!” Bertoldt blushed, heading over to the ride.
“That’s really nice of you Ymir.” Armin grinned at the woman.
“Nice ain’t got nothing to do with it.” Ymir cracked her knuckles with a grin. “Reiner’s gonna owe me and I’m meeting Historia here for dinner later tonight so he’s gonna foot the bill.” She headed over to Reiner and the kids, ebdning down to take Falco’s hand. “Come on Falco I’ll take you on the Jaw Snapper, Reiner and Gabi can go on the other one.”
“Ehehe… she can be a bit scary sometimes herself…” Armin chuckled nervously watching Ymir’s machinations unfold.
Meanwhile back on Paradise Sea. Eren slowly woke up, finding himself trapped in a current that kept his tube going around in circles. “Huh… guess I fell asleep again…” He looked up at the clear sky, wincing as he felt his skin tingle when he blinked. “Ow that’s right, Armin had the sunscreen…” He grumbled, the sunburn giving the spots under his eyes a reddish hue, wrinkles forming around the burn that made the skin around his eyes look raw.
“Now… how do I get out of here…” The boy mumbled to himself, trying to gently shift his tube back and forth to work himself out of the current, bumping himself of the edge of the river and heading towards the end of the ride. Quickly enough he was changed again, looking at the sun to see quite some time had passed. “Man, Mikasa’s gonna be so pissed…”
“Eren!” A blonde girl came up behind the boy and bumped into him playfully. “Have you seen Ymir around? She said she had some big plans but then just wandered off, something about owing Reiner or something.” Historia blinked up at him.
“No I haven’t, I just got off my first ride and you’re the first person I’ve run into.” Eren rubbed the back of his head. “Sorry.”
“Ouch dude, you got some color…” Historia blinked, touching the red circles under Eren’s eyes.
“YEOWCH! Who goes and touches someone else’s sunburn!?” Eren shouted, backing up a step.
“Sorry, sorry! Well since we both got separated from our groups, maybe we can look for them together.” Historia gave a smile. “We can head to the center of the park and see if anyone’s there.”
“That’s a good an idea as any, Armin probably told me the meetup spot but I don’t think I was paying attention.” The two headed towards the center of the park, passing by the “Whack-A-Hammer Titan” stall that featured a crystalline giant holding a hammer with games and prizes on display for those willing to try.
“What do you mean I’m not tall enough to ride!? I’m the chaperone and I can’t exactly chaperone the kids on those rides if you won’t let me on!” Levi huffed, crossing his arms in front of a railroad ride as Sasha and Connie danced onto it with smug grins. “Fine, don’t blame me if those two idiots flash your cameras or something though.”
“Seems like everyone’s having fun?” Historia gave a chuckle, watching the scene as they approach the center of the park, a large statue of the park’s Founder, a tremendous female giant with glowing white eyes holding the hand of a young girl. “Her name’s Ymir too, huh? Small world…” A thin smile crossed Historia’s lips, as if fondly reminiscing.
“I can’t believe it’s already this late, the fireworks’ll be starting at sundown.” Eren looked around, not seeing anyone at first.
“Well isn’t this romantic? What are you two up to?” Mikasa said dryly, appearing behind Eren with a menacing glare.
“AH! NOTHING!” Eren and Historia shouted In unison and jumped away from each other.
“I was about to say the same thing, seems you’re a girl magnet Eren.” Annie called with a similarly wry tone, leading Bertoldt by the hand a small hat with angelic wings for ears atop the tall man’s head and two bundles of cotton candy in his hands.
“It’s nothing! We just got lost together! And who are you two to chew me out anyway!?”
“Oooh, ‘getting lost together’ with Historia, Ymir’s gonna break your jaw. Let me know when that happens because I don’t want to miss it.” Jean chuckled, leading Marco, Sasha and Connie away from the food stalls, a turkey leg in each of their hands.
“Did the petting zoo break down? Who let a wild horse just run around like that?” Eren gave a cock smirk. “Oh it’s just Jean.”
“Enough you two, the fireworks are about to start.” Marco got between the two before they could start brawling, chuckling nervously.
A low shaking echoed through the park as lights illuminated the recently darkened area. “What’s that Rumbling?” Eren blinked, looking around.
“It means the show’s about to start.” Armin grinned as and Mikasa flanked him from either side.
“Yeah, that Rumbling happens every night before the fireworks.” Historia grinned as the others started gathering around them at the center of the park as well.
Sure enough soon the show began, nine differently colored rockers shooting into the sky and exploding, lighting up the whole park like daytime. Eren watched as the fireworks illuminated his friends’ awed faces, the sky alight like a shining aurora dancing through it. Mikasa gripped his hand as his friends crowded in from every side, pointing and laughing and watching the show.
Yeah, this was nice.
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Eren’s eyes shot open, staring up at the cold dark brick ceiling of his jail cell once again. Despite his crazy dreams he hadn’t left this place in quite some time. “More memories? From the past, or future, or somewhere else?” He muttered to himself with a sigh before closing his eyes, memories of reality slowly coming back to him as a defeated sigh ripped itself from deep in his lungs.
“Yeah… that would have been nice…”
#ooc#Attack on Titan#AoT#Shingeki no Kyoujin#SNK#Fanfiction#Story#Fic#Fluff#Eren Jeager#Mikasa Ackerman#Levi Ackerman#Armin Artlert#Jean Kirschtein#Sasha Braus#Connie Springer#Reiner Braun#Annie Leonhart#Bertoldt Hoover#Ymir#Historia Reiss
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Five times they behaved liked an old married couple and one time they really were
Written for MalexWeek 2020, Day 2. Fic Prompt: Trope Day.
Summary: They found their way back together.
The fic actually contains 2 tropes: 90% of “The Old Married Couple” and 10% of “Shipper on Deck” because I like cliches SO MUCH.
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1. Bickering
They had been staring at each other across the booth in Crashdown for five minutes now.
Michael broke down first. “Looks like they all bail on us.”
Alex snorted. “Gee, what clued you in? Is it the fact that we’ve been sitting here for half an hour now and still no one showed up? Or the texts we JUST received from our so-called friends declaring they all have to ‘BAIL ON US’?” He even made the air quote gesture, the bastard.
So something crawled over someone’s ass and died today. “Really? Your are gonna be like this.”
Alex ignored him. Great.
“Do you want me to leave?” He asked, and pathetically hoped Alex would say no. Because even a snappy Alex was still better than no Alex at all.
Alex answered his question with a question. Of course he did. “Do YOU want to leave?”
Michael shook his head, and decided to throw in some moment of truth. “Honestly? I think they set us up, because in the past two weeks I may or may not have whined many times to them about how much I missed you.”
Alex seemed oddly angered by that. “Well, you sure have a funny way of showing that. Because last time I checked, my phone number is still the same, and I go to the same bar and the same diner on a daily basis, safe to say I’m not the hardest person to find.”
Michael muttered something under his breath.
“What is that? I crack code, I don’t read lips.”
“I said I didn’t want to see you dating someone else!” Shit. That was a mistake.
Alex froze for a moment, then he said, slowly. “You mean you don’t want to see me dating after you and my best friend ended your relationship which lasted almost ONE YEAR right in front of me?”
Michael deflated. “OK. That’s fair. But I really missed you. Can’t we just like, be friends? We’re still friends, right?” He might sound a little too desperate, but he honestly didn’t care anymore.
“I don’t know, Michael”, shit, why did he always have this chill when Alex called his first name? It’s like Pavlovian reaction at this point. “How do we do it? Say ‘what’s up, bro’ every time we see each other?”
So he really was gonna be like that. Well, takes two to tango.
“Or we could, you know, discuss our mutual dislike of the disgusting eating habit of dipping the fries in the milk shake thing”, he pretended to think for a moment, “oh, sorry I forgot. It’s only MY dislike.”
Alex smiled at that. He took a fry, dipped it into his milkshake, threw it into his mouth, chewed, swallowed, and then said, still smiling sweetly, “Yet you screamed so loud that one time when I dipped your cock into the milkshake and licked it clean.”
Michael choked on his clean, fry-crumbs-free milkshake. “You are not playing fair.”
“And you’re surprised? I didn’t climb the military ladder so fast by being nice.” Alex smirked.
Michael smirked right back. “Yeah, you’re kind of a sore loser. You didn’t speak to me for two days when I beat you at Mario Kart”.
“That’s because you cheated!”
“How does one cheat at MARIO KART?”
“I don’t know! Maybe you used your Tele...” Alex stopped himself abruptly when their waitress appeared to ask them if they needed some refill.
They both declined and headed right back into their argument about who was the better gamer.
When Michael finally stood up to get their bills (they argued about who should pay the bills too, Michael won), it was already two hours later, and they both had a big smile on their faces.
Alex watched Michael go to the cashier, a little too intensely, so he didn’t notice the little old lady at first, she had to wave her hand in front of him to get his attention.
He turned to her, confused. “Uh, can I help you?”
She patted on his shoulder. “My husband and I were like this too”, she said, wistfully, “we used to bicker all the time, but our hearts were in the right place”, she looked at Michael’s direction and back to Alex, “you and your young man are gonna be just fine.” She patted him once more, and went away.
Huh.
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2. Finishing each other’s sentences
They were at the supermarket together when Alex said, “why...”
“Does Liz need so many eggs? Beats me. She said she needs them to do some kind of experiment, but I highly suspect it.”
“And why...”
“Did she send us to get these? According to her, we need the legwork and some fresh air because she said and I quote, you are talking in codes and I reek of oil at this point.”
“I’m...”
“Getting a little annoyed by me right now? You want me to stop finishing your sentences? Well, it’s not my fault you are this predictable.” He was asking for trouble, Michael knew. But he couldn’t help it. Alex and Forrest had broken up for a week now, and Alex still didn’t tell him, he had to be informed by Izzy, it was a little irritating.
Alex narrowed his eyes. “You think you know me so well.”
“Apparently I do.” He smiled innocently.
“You’re not that complex either, you know”, Alex stepped forward, right into his personal space, “I can read you like an open book.”
So it was game on.
For the next two weeks, they were trying their best to beat each other to the punch, finishing each other’s sentences, sometimes even saying things before the other could even open his mouth.
Kyle snapped at last.
“Would you PLEASE stop?” He groaned, “We get it. You’re dating now and you are stupidly in love and you know each other SO WELL. Just, get a room, OK? Other people are still trying to find their soulmates or something.”
“We are not...” They spoke at the same time.
“Great, you’re upgrading to saying things unanimously now?” Kyle threw his hand into the air. “I give up.”
They both blushed. Unanimously.
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3. Touching casually
They were both leaning onto the table to study some printed out files from another secret government agency that Alex found and hacked, Alex was writing out code patterns to determine which one fit the file, when Michael suddenly discovered something.
In a hurry to write down his thoughts, he didn’t try to get another pen. He reached out, grabbed Alex’s pen-holding hand, and wrote down a keyword. His head bowed beneath Alex’s chin, some of his curls brushed his face, so Alex used his free hand to brush it away, he lingered a moment there, as Michael finished writing the word but his hand stayed there, thumb gently rubbing Alex’s in a slow circle.
Then Alex pulled away, and they continued discussing the file.
Things escalated real fast after that.
At first it was just a hand on the back, a pat on the shoulder, that sort of things. But then they often stood near enough that their hips were touching, Michael sometimes threw his arm around Alex’s shoulder when they were laughing together, or Alex would play with Michael’s hair when they were sitting on the same side of the booth, listening to their friends or talking to them. It was nothing sexual, they were friends, friends stayed in each other’s personal space ALL THE TIME, right?
Then one day, they were having a group movie night. They decided to sit on the sofa, so naturally no one else wanted to sit on it. With that much room, they sat down, a foot or so between them.
Halfway through the movie though, Alex was rubbing his right knee. Michael took one glance at him, and immediately sat beside him. He lifted Alex’s right leg onto his left, and put his hand on Alex’s knee. Alex let out a moan.
The whole group was looking at them now. Alex blushed.
“I, his hand...” Alex took a breath and regained some control back, “you all know aliens run hot right? His hand is like a thermos, it’s good for my knee.”
“You know”, Liz began, “You don’t need to explain here. People do this all the time for their loved ones, it’s sweet.”
“But”, Isobel cut in, stopping whatever Alex was trying to say, “next time, don’t do it in front of us, maybe? If I hear my brother-in-law moan again when I die, it’ll still be too soon.”
“Guys, stop teasing them”, Max said, at which point Alex had already given up, “they’re not even dating”.
“Yeah”, Maria went in for the final blow, “because the old married couple don’t date anymore. You guys really should make more of an effort if you want to keep the sparks alive, you know?”
“You mean we should just ditch you all to enjoy our little world, just the two of us?” Alex crooked his head, playing along.
“Aww, honey, you’d do that for me, for us? I thought you said we should keep our friends company or they’d be too boring a bunch.” Michael added.
He never took his hand off Alex’s knee.
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4. Pet names
“Darlin’, I’m home!” Michael called out, as he entered their secret base.
Kyle looked up, confused. “Since when did you begin to use pet names for each other?”
Alex didn’t even spare Michael a glance. “I didn’t. He is just being a dick.”
“Oh, sweetheart, you wound me. And you’re such a pretty liar, considering you called me ‘Mikey’ just the other day.”
“Sarcastically, yes.” Alex rolled his eyes. “Now would you please cut the bullshit and come look at this?”
Michael fluttered his eyelashes: “For you, sweet cheeks? Of course.”
Kyle wanted to leave. He also wanted to die a little.
Then Alex turned his full attention to Michael, and said in an almost robotic voice. “Gee, you are so kind, my little teddy bear.”
Kyle was wrong. He didn’t want to die a little. He wanted to die A LOT.
Michael, on the other hand, smiled like a cat finally got the cream. “Don’t mention it, pumpkin.”
His eyes twinkling, his tone teasing. But there was also genuine softness and gentleness in his overall demeanor, like he was standing in front of the most precious person in his whole life, and he called his name.
Alex rolled his eyes again. But when he looked back down, there was a secret smile tugging at his lips.
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5. Couple’s therapy
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” How was this his life, Alex wanted to ask.
To his credit, Michael looked bashful for once. “I’ve been seeing this therapist for four months now. And she said we could use a couple’s therapy, so she gave me this Groupon. I thought it’d be great for us.”
Alex stared. “You do know we’re not actually a couple, right?”
Michael looked a bit hurt by that, but he recovered quickly, “We kinda are, though. We both haven’t seen any other people for about half a year now. We spend almost all of our free time together. We touch each other constantly. We talk about everything and anything. Everyone assumes we’re at least hooking up, some think we already eloped!”
“Friends also do that kind of things together. And other people’s opinions really don’t bother me”, Alex didn’t look at him while saying this, so there was still hope right?
At this point, any hope was worth fighting for.
“Yeah, except friends aren’t normally in love with each other.” He said, looking right into Alex’s eyes, daring him to deny it.
Alex hesitated, and resigned. “When is it?”
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Dr Brown already knew so much about him it was a little unsettling.
“Have you talked anything other than me during your sessions?” Alex couldn’t help to ask.
“Of course!” Michael sounded offended. Meanwhile Dr Brown said, calmly, “Very little.”
Michael threw a betrayed glare at her, but she just smiled.
“So, what do you want to know?” Alex was always direct, “fair warning though. I refuse to talk about my childhood, my parents, my family, my job, my gay struggles, or anything from my past, including my past with Michael.”
“That’s OK”, Dr Brown still smiled, not bothered at all. “I only have one question for you.”
“What’s that?”
“You walked in, already in combat mode, because you treat any foreign environment as a threat, not to mention this foreign environment might force you to open up which you only do when you are around a certain and small group of people. But then Michael walked in too, and your stance changed. You were still in combat mode, but you also put yourself in a protective position, slightly in front of him. Meanwhile, you relaxed noticeably as if you trusted him with all you’ve got. When you sat down, you leaned to him unconsciously, and every time he spoke or touched you, you were calmed and grounded.”
Alex’s voice was raw when he spoke. “That was not a question.”
“So my question is”, she continued, “why do you still deny it, when you’re clearly in love with each other and already in a steady relationship?”
Alex didn’t have an answer for that. He got up and left.
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+1 “How is your headache”
He’d been avoiding Michael for three days now. He was miserable in all of the days.
He was debating whether he should quit being a coward and finally get what he wanted when there was a knock on his door.
He was not even a little surprised that it was Michael.
He was surprised by the flower though.
“What is this?”
Michael held out the flower, eyes pleading. “Wanna take you out for a date.”
“I haven’t slept well these past days, my head kinda hurts, going out is not something I want to do now,” Alex said, and rushed to say the next bit because Michael looked devastated, “But we could stay in, order some take out, and watch Star Wars together?”
Michael relaxed a fraction. “You mean rewatch Star Wars.”
“Yeah, well, I have this habit of falling in love with something and never managing to fall out of it, don’t I?”
Michael smiled, a little teary. “Guess we have that in common.”
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They ate, they talked, they watched Star Wars.
Then Michael was crowding Alex into the back of the couch, and asked tentatively: “how is your headache, honey?”
To that, Alex replied with a kiss.
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Abandoned amusement parks are the best place for young children (chapt. 10)
Fic summary:
Techno, Tommy, Wilbur and Phil have been hanging out at the abandoned amusement park in the woods since they moved in. Techno likes knowing he's definitely alone with his brothers Tommy likes climbing on the old rides Wilbur likes having a place to play his music Phil likes spending time with his younger brothers
That is, until a group of brothers calling themselves the 'dream team' move in down the road. Will the sleepy boys give in and share the park or will they succeed in scaring the new kids off?
Chapter summary:
Phil has a chat with Bad + Tommy and Phil cooking show time babyyy
word count: 2181
AO3
“Hey so my brothers have been talking about how they’ve been playing with your bunch recently, I just wanted to talk to you about why George has a scar on his face now”
That’s the question he had been dreading. No doubt it would test his love for his brothers, but not in the way the boys would be expecting, letting Wilbur get away with violence in retaliation to words wasn’t loving. Letting him go down that path was the opposite of loving and he knew that even though right now Wil would prefer him to take his side and fight endlessly for his innocence, the right thing to do would be to talk to Bad normally.
Phil knew it would do no good to get mad, obviously, he loved his brothers more than life itself but he had to make them be responsible for their actions at some point. Even though he hated doing it, he knew he shouldn't defend them all the time, no matter how much he wanted to. How else were they ever going to learn right from wrong?
However, that didn’t mean he was planning on letting the Dream team get away with attacking Techno and Tommy! He couldn’t logically defend Wilbur’s rock-throwing antics but he could confront Bad on what his brothers had done, having to remember to remind himself that they were just kids and even if he didn’t like how they were treating his brothers, they’d eventually grow out of it. Phil knew he’d made his own fair share of mistakes that made him seem like an asshole at times.
“Listen, I can’t make excuses for them, what Wilbur did wasn’t the right thing at all but please just let me explain things okay?”
The boy’s older brother nodded, a polite smile gracing his lips. Phil couldn’t tell if that was a good sign or not, he still didn’t even know his name so he decided it was too early to tell.
“Wilbur is..protective” He mulled his words out, not wanting to expose his brothers’ weaknesses and insecurities in front of a practical stranger, he needed to choose what he said carefully. “He’s struggled with people leaving him for a very long time and so when he has people who he loves and cares about, that he knows won't leave, he’ll do anything in his power to protect them. Techno is Wilbur’s favourite person ever, he can’t go anywhere without him, he really loves Tommy too, he’ll do whatever it takes to make sure he’s safe. So when George was insulting Tommy and Techno, Wil just snapped”
Phil sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. He was ashamed, ashamed that he hadn’t been able to help Wilbur enough, ashamed that he couldn’t stop the way he feared being alone, guilty that he couldn’t have prevented it. Despite his internal conflict, he continued, refusing to look up as he recounted the event.
“I can’t remember what George even said, something about Tommy being loud and he should be mute like Techno I think, whatever it was, it really got him mad and he threw a rock at George’s head-... uh so I don’t think he meant for it to hit his head, I think he just wanted to scare them away but then again he’s never really been very good at sports. I’m really sorry for what happened, I can pay you back for however much the medical bill of getting that stitched up was-”
“Listen Listen” George’s older brother interrupted them, what was his name again? Wait, had he even told them his name?
“Okay boys will be boys, you don’t need to pay us back, Mum’s used to being down there with them by now anyway, I think they’ve grown a bit of a reputation for themselves even if we haven't been here long”
Finally, he pulled down his hoodie, his face wasn’t so shrouded in darkness anymore, showing off his pinkish-tannish skin, he had rounder cheeks than his brothers that were dusted with a light orange tone and crows feet that peaked out the sides of his eyes from years of full-force grinning. His kind features were paired with a pair of thick lenses and light brown hair, somewhere in the middle of George's and Dream’s. Now that he could see him properly, Phil seemed to trust him more, maybe it was the way he seemed to make perfect eye contact or maybe it was the way he grinned through his words but something just seemed like it was sincere.
Nonetheless, Phil thought it to be a little concerning that these young boys had become so well known at the emergency room. Surely ‘boys will be boys’ should be used with a grain of salt right? Now Phil was well aware that he and his brothers were far closer than most, most families just hadn’t been through the same strain that theirs had, but this guy clearly cared about his brothers so why wasn’t he concerned about their habits at all?
God, Phil had to take a splinter out of Tommy and he nearly had a heart attack, he couldn’t imagine taking them down to get stitches every other day. Did the other boys their age really play that rough? Was that normal? Were they the weird ones?
“My name’s Halo by the way! but everyone calls me Bad” he reached forward and shook Phil's limp hand. Phil could only describe his smile as being the embodiment of :D, it was a little disorienting. “And don’t look so guilty when you’re talking about Wil, boys their age just get a bit rough sometimes, believe me I’ve seen it all”
Phil was certain they had had vastly different upbringings.
“I’m not sure if he’s at a point where he’s comfortable showing you guys his face yet but Dream has really prominent birthmark that goes over his cheek, he’s pretty insecure about it but we’re actually hoping that seeing George still being happy even though he has something on his face will give Dream the confidence to start getting more comfortable with what he looks like”
Nodding along with what Bad was saying, a few more pieces of their weird little situation started to fall into place. Maybe he had been a little naive to jump to the conclusion that these were bad kids. Maybe they were just kids who had things they were dealing with, like everybody else.
He made a mental note to try and be less judgy next time he met someone.
Maybe it was just him being so just to Techno and Wilbur but something about a kid who was insecure acting the way Dream did gave him bad vibes. He wanted to help the boy but he also knew he held too much of a grudge over what had happened with Techno and Tommy. Although he was well aware how childish it was, their family was tied together by tight bonds like that and he truly wished that Bad would realise that Dream didn’t need a nerf blaster, he needed to talk to someone.
“So even before they found the base, I'm pretty sure Techno, Wil and Tommy played some games with your boys after you first moved in, so I’m sure they know them better than I do but I also wanted to bring something up. The other day they came over here and they sorta were hitting Techno and Tommy with these wooden toys? I’m not sure if this was a game to them or something but because of his mutism, Techno couldn’t call out to us”
Now it was Bad’s turn to nod along and look shameful, it seemed like he really needed to talk to his brothers about when a game was going too far. Phil couldn’t help but feel a little bad for bringing it up now that he had confirmation their world wasn’t exactly black and white either.
“Techno got hit on the arm I think and Tommy got a splinter, they’re strong kids so they were okay but it was more about how scared it made them you know?”
Bad sighed, running a hand through his light brown hair and taking his glasses off. “I’m so sorry, they’re such typical boys. I’ll make sure to talk to them about it, I had no idea that was going on”
After another hug, initiated by Bad yet again, and a few more small points on how they could maybe compromise, the two separated. Bringing his brothers with him, Bad left the park, Phil being left with a sense of contentment as he basked in the knowledge that they’d have their space back soon. Phil thought about what Bad said ‘typical boys’, he hoped they were okay.
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After a few weeks of the twins constantly rambling about their new friend, Eret, they had finally brought him home for tea. Apparently Techno was finding talking to Eret a lot easier than he usually would, which Phil had to admit, filled him with immense pride. Even with Skeppy, who was their cousin, it had been years before he had even managed to speak a word to him, that being said, he had got there eventually and by the time Wilbur, Techno and Skeppy were 7 there were the loudest in the house.
He was sure there was another little boy they had been friends with too but Phil couldn’t remember them at all. If he remembered right they had moved away.
Since it was such an exciting night, Phil had actually agreed to cook, which he wasn’t the best at but he still enjoyed doing it if it made his brothers happy. Even though they were so used to their parents coming home late, they were all very much still in the habit of getting takeaways close to every night; it wasn’t the healthiest option by far but with doing his own homework, helping Tommy with his, and keeping the boys entertained, he rarely had the time to set up a proper meal. Tonight, while the twins walked Eret to their house, from the train station, Phil and Tommy worked on the dinner. Admittedly, Phil was doing the majority of the work, but the company was nice! And it kept the youngest entertained so he knew he wasn't getting into any trouble.
“I wanna chop the veggies! I’m super good with knives! Phil please!” Tommy, who was on mixing duty, whined, already reaching for the knife Phil was holding.
Luckily, the older of the two was able to swing his hand back fast enough to prevent Tommy from successfully grabbing it. He was used to this kind of behaviour by now. As much as he loved his brother for being confident and assertive, he wished he had a bit of a sense of self-preservation too.
“Phil I’m the knife boy! Vlog Knife!”
What the hell was a vlog knife?
“Listen mate, if you get cut I’m the one who’s gonna get yelled at, so chill out a bit” Phil laughed, gently guiding Tommy’s hands back onto the wooden spoon “Make sure the veggies don’t stick!”
The evening was spent with Phil measuring, chopping and dicing and Tommy mixing, adding and admittedly making a mess. At some point Phil had decided some dessert would be a good idea, it was an exciting night after all! He wanted to make sure Techno and Wil were the happiest they could possibly be, it seemed repetitive but it really wasn’t every day that they were bringing people home.
Since neither he nor Tommy were exactly bakers, they opted to just melt some chocolate and cream over the stove and make some cornflake cakes in little cupcake cases; adding marshmallows was a very welcomed addition, thought of by none other than Tommy. In the end they had about 12 little ‘cakes’ that went to set in the fridge, even though he and Tommy had eaten the majority of the mixture whilst adding it to the cases.
“Oh wow” Phil chuckled, looking over his little brother “We should probably get you cleaned up first”
While it wasn’t exceedingly obvious that Phil had snacked on the chocolate, Tommy was the opposite. Chocolaty smudges and Cornflake crumbs stained his signature red and white top as the boy licked melted chocolate off his fingers. His question earned a little shrug of the shoulders, as if he hadn’t realised just how messy he had gotten.
After giving the kitchen work-tops a quick wipe down and adding the dirty dishes into the sink to be washed later, Phil turned the oven down to a lower temperature, wanting to keep the food warm but not burn it, and took Tommy by the hand to get him cleaned up upstairs. Once the boy was showered and in clean clothes they came back downstairs to pass the time while they waited for their brothers to return home, after some convincing from Tommy, they had managed to watch the first five minutes of Up before they arrived home.
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Hey! I just discovered your blog and I love your writing! I was wondering if I could request something that starts out with jealousy and ends up super fluffy? I know it's a big cliche but that's exactly what I'm in the mood for atm. Thanks in advance :) Love x
There’s a reason why cliches are cliches - it’s because everyone loves them, including me!
I decided to minorly wound 2 birds with one stone for this one, so this fic is also for @higgles123 who requested some Chuck Grant. So, strap in everyone, and get ready for some jealous/fluffy Grant.
“I’m Not Jealous.”
You batted your eyelashes seductively as Bill Guarnere slid a beer glass along the bar toward you. Normally, you weren’t one to flirt with the men, but it was one of your last days in civilization before the company was being sent out again and you just wanted to have some fun.
And Bill Guarnere was always up for some fun.
The man from Philly loved it when you hung off of his arm and listened to him tell story after story. The two of you were good friends, but when the nights got late and the liquor started to flow, you become something just a little bit more.
“So, anyway, I tell the guy that there’s no way he’s gonna get away with that shit.” Bill hooked his arm around your waist and pulled you closer. “So, I punched him out. Then, for good measure, I slashed his tires.”
Taking a sip of your frothy beer, you nodded along with the tale. Bill always had the best stories, but right then, you were more focused on his touch than his voice. You knew you could never go any further with the platoon leader, but in a way, that was made it fun. You could mess around all you wanted and never have to worry about following through.
The game between you was enjoyed by both parties. However, there was someone who didn’t take as much pleasure in the fake displays of affection, and that person was Chuck Grant.
The quieter Toccoa man was standing in the corner of the bar, his untouched, warm beer in his hand as he watched on with intense jealousy. Chuck didn’t like to admit that he was jealous when it came to you, but he was, and it was obvious.
When Bill’s hand touched your body it made it blood boil. He knew the Philly man didn’t actually like you; he couldn’t, not with how he acted. If he really liked you, he would shut up every once in a while and let you talk, he would hold your hand instead of grabbing your ass, he would kiss you instead of licking his lips hungrily while he eyed you up like a juicy steak dinner.
Chuck would never do those things. He would let you talk, he would hold your hand, he would kiss you like you’ve never been kissed before.
Your hearty laugh echoed through the bar and Chuck smiled. Your laugh was like music to his ears. The Easy Company man hadn’t the slightest idea how he had become so tangled in your web, but he was stuck nevertheless and there was nothing he could do about it.
You had no idea how Chuck really felt though. How could you? You barely spoke to him as it was, and when you did, he never let his feelings show.
As Bill dove head first into another story from his time before the war, your eyes drifted over his broad shoulder and settled on a shadowed figure in the corner that seemed to be looking at you.
When your eyes met Chuck’s, he looked away frantically, the sudden motion making it obvious that he had indeed been staring. You felt a smile spread across your lips. It was nice to know that some of the men still looked at you like that; like you were still a woman.
When Chuck finally turned back to you, you nodded your head at him, motioning for him to come over. Chuck froze for a moment, but before he could silently check with you, you had gone back to listening to Bill.
For a few seconds, Chuck was sure he wouldn’t go over. He couldn’t. But then something inside of him snapped. It was like the floodgates of courage had opened, and just like that, he was walking in your direction with his beer in his hand.
When the man settled next to you, you turned and smiled at him once more. “Hello.” you greeted him, still half invested in Bill’s retelling of the time he had to chase a bunch of kids off of his family’s property. “How are you?”
“I-I’m fine.” Chuck answered, the words almost getting caught in his throat. “How are you?”
“I’m just peachy.” you looked down and noticed that his glass was still full but all the foam had dissipated. “Let’s get you a fresh drink, yeah?”
Chuck’s eyes drifted down to his old beer. “Yeah.” he agreed.
Slapping your palm down on the bar, you waved the bartender over. As you ordered another drink for Chuck, Bill started to notice that you were losing interest in him. He didn’t like that.
Bill’s fingertips pressed into your side, a nonverbal reminder to you that he was still there and still very much looking forward to the eventual heated make-out session that usually took place behind the bar after your evenings together.
Instead of turning back to him though, you swatted his hand away and handed the new, cold drink to Chuck.
Chuck noticed the annoyance building in Bill and felt a small sense of pride in himself. For some reason, you wanted to spend time with him instead of Bill, which was something he never thought would happen.
“Thank you.” Chuck’s confidence built as Bill’s fell.
“You are very welcome.” you turned your back to Bill. As fun as the loud-mouthed Platoon Sergeant was, you had ridden that ride before. Chuck Grant was new and shiny and you wanted to see how thrilling his rollercoaster was. “So, tell me about yourself. I feel like I know nothing about you.”
Chuck smiled. He very much liked that you were interested in him. Before long, he was deep in a story that you were intently listening to. Chuck’s stories were different than Bill’s; less young and dumb and more wholesome — more reminiscent of a life without war; a reminder that there was once a life without war and that there could be again.
Bill tried and failed a few more times to regain your attention, but after a while, he realized it was a lost cause and walked off. You didn’t notice him leave. You were too busy giggling along with Chuck as he finished off his drink and ended a joke.
The night carried on, you and Chuck drinking and enjoying each other’s company. You gradually realized that you very much found delight in spending time with Chuck, but it became evident that he was a much sweeter man that you had taken him for. You had hoped that maybe his quiet demeanor hid a darker, more mysterious side, but you didn’t think it did. He hadn’t touched you once, not even a little brush of the hand.
What you didn’t know what that it was taking every ounce of restraint Chuck had to keep his hands to himself. He wanted nothing more than to touch you, but he didn’t want to come across like Bill; he didn’t want to be just a game to you.
A few minutes later, as Bill headed for the exit of the bar, he stopped next to you and brought his lips to your ear. “I’ll be out back taking a smoke for a few minutes if you care to join me.”
With that, he walked off. Chuck glared into Bill’s back as he sauntered away and out of the building.
The offer was tempting but you weren’t sure if you should stay a while longer and give Chuck a little more time to warm up to you or not. Chuck watched as you slowly began to distance yourself. He was losing you and he knew it. You had given him a chance and he was blowing it.
The thought of you sneaking off with Bill Guarnere made his fists clench and his teeth grit. Bill didn’t know how to treat you right. He did.
Making a split second decision that would either make it all or break it all, Chuck grabbed your face hard and kissed you. You were shocked, completely taken aback. You had never seen this coming from the good, kind man in front of you.
You didn’t worry for long though, because you melted into his touch in a matter of seconds. Your hands rested on his shoulders, your fingers clawing at his uniform.
Chuck needed you to know how badly he wanted you, so he showed you. His tongue forced its way into your mouth and defeated yours for dominance. His mouth moved fast and rough against yours, drawing you in and making your head swim.
When he finally pulled back, leaving your lips swollen and wanting more, he looked down at you and rubbed his thumb over your cheek. “You don’t need him,” he told you. “He doesn’t realize how special you are. I do.”
“Oh, Chuck.” your hands moved up his shoulders and onto his neck. “Why didn’t you just tell me sooner?”
“I should have.” he kissed you again, this time quick and loving. “I should have. But here I am now, telling you.”
You chuckled lowly. “Guess it just took a little jealousy to get it out of you, huh?”
“I’m not jealous.” he lied.
“Mhmm.” you captured his mouth in yours and nibbled on his bottom lip. “It’s okay if you are. I like it. It’s kinda hot.”
“Well, in that case, I’m insanely jealous.”
#band of brothers#band of brothers fanfic#band of brothers fanfiction#fluff#jealousy#chuck grant#chuck grant fluff#chuck grant x reader#reader insert#hbowar#lostinthewiind
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What about a Rejanis fic set in senior year where Damian sets up Janis on a dating app because he’s tired of her being single, and Regina judges every girl she swipes right on (could go along with the jealousy prompt?)
Thank you for your request! I hope you enjoy what I’ve came up with!
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*I inserted a “read more” button but they don’t always work with my posts, so I’m sorry in advance if you have to scroll down my post for thirty seconds.
“What are youdoing with my phone?”
“I made you atinder account.” He sighed and shrugged.
“What?”Janis asked not entirely believing what her best friend just toldher.
“You need agirlfriend.”
“Damien…I’m… What?” Janis blinked several times per second, still tryingto keep up with Damien’s line of thought. “I don’t need agirlfriend.”
“Oh, come on!How long can you keep up with the drunken hook ups and an unhealthyobsession over middle-aged actresses?”
Similarly to thelaugh track on a nineties’ comedy, Janis heard the former plasticsand remembered they were also in Damien’s basement. That was prettymuch something she was still getting used to: Having someone else,other than just she and Damien, in their movies marathons. Of course,it still feels incredibly awkward to be hanging out with the girls ina friday night, but -somehow- that’s what her life became. And sheenjoyed it.
“You do need agirlfriend, Janis.” Cady argued and earned a frantic nod fromDamien.
“Tinder is notthat bad. I use it all the time.” Gretchen said from the old couch,with Karen and Regina in both of her sides watching the scene withcuriosity. She knew there was something else in Regina’s look, shejust couldn’t figure out yet what it was.
“How does itwork?” Cady asked from the ground where she was seated in thefluffy carpet with a inquiring look in her eyes and a massive popcornbowl in hands.
“Ok, so, youjust get to see a bunch of random strangers and you swipe left if youdon’t like them, or swipe right if you do!” Gretchen carefullyexplained. “If you swiped right and the other person swiped rightat you, then it’s a match!”
“Sounds fun!”
“It soundslike rejection…” Janis deflated.
“Who wouldreject you?” Regina suddenly joined the conversation and receivedmixed looks from her friends. “I mean… Damien set your account,how is it?” She quickly disrupted from any questions.
“Oh! Let meshow you guys!” He grabbed Janis’ phone in the coffee table nearthem.
“How do youknow my password?” She laughed.
“Honey, itrecognizes my id…” Damien said shooting her a winning look. “Ok,here it is.” Gretchen clapped in the air, not containing herexcitement, causing Janis and Cady to share a amused smile. “Janis,18.”
“Right.”Janis responded to Damien’s questioning expression.
“Your bio isjust a middle finger emoji.”
“Love it!”Karen screamed excited, making they all laugh at her suddenparticipation in the discussion.
“I’ve onlyuploaded three pictures. No one needs more than that, you’re not thatthirsty.” Janis rolled her eyes.
“Did you putthat one with the pink sweater? She’s super cute in that one!”Gretchen said with excitement.
“Yas!”Damien moved to high five Gretchen, but was interrupted by Regina.
“What? I tookthat one!” She said bothered.
“Chill, AnnieLeibovitz…” Damien stared at Regina and shot her a biting smile.
“Also the onewith the ripped jeans and the one with the red solo cup. I feel likeI was able to capture your personality, you know…”
“Whatever.”Janis replied already annoyed.
“Wanna startswiping or not?” Damien asked with the phone in one hand and theother in his hips in the sassiest way possible.
“Give me myphone.”
Janis rolled hereyes and pretended not to care, but deep down, she was more thancurious to see what would happen. It wouldn’t be that bad to meetsome new people and maybe go on a date. She did miss having intimacywith someone, not only kissing someone at a party and moving on, buthaving company, someone to paint, someone to talk to while painting,someone to make silly jokes with. It’s not something that wastes hersoul, but it for sure wouldn’t hurt.
Just as shethought about this, she locked eyes with Regina, seated across fromher with a blank stare that fell just as their eyes met. Almost likethere was something she was holding on to, if only Janis could findout what that was. If only it was the same thing that was holdingJanis out,
“Brittany,19.” She shook her previous thoughts and read the first profilethat came up as Damien handed her the phone. Before she could readthe girl’s bio, the four girls (and Damien) excitedly jumped in herdirection and settled around the arm chair she was seated.
Regina was rightby her side, seated in the chair’s arm with her arms folded,carefully watching the phone screen. Just like the others.
“She is cute!”Gretchen said thrilled.
“Obsessedwith puppies and Christmas.”Damien read out loud and tried not to laugh.
“That’sbasic.” Regina, for instance, did not hold her laugh and sarcasticcomment.
“I’m not sureI’m into red heads.” Janis finally reacted, after seeing all thepictures.
“Hey!” Cadyscreamed offended.
“Sorry, Cady.”Janis shrugged and smiled at her friend.
“Swipe leftand move on!” Damien guided and she did as he said.
“Oh! I likeher!” Damien said while swiping to see the other pictures of thegirl. She had light brown hair, a golden retriever and dimples. Janiswas sold.
“I don’t likeher.”
Janis turned herface to Regina and watched the girl carefully analyze the phonescreen. As she swiped right and the “It’s a match” message cameup, Regina immediately seemed disgusted.
“Whatever.”
She wasn’t eventrying to contain her irritation.
“She looksboring.”
“Ew, she’s inthe school band.”
“No, you’renot dating her.”
“She’s wearinga panda shirt.”
“Of courseyou’re swiping left of the blonde girl.”
“Absolutelynot.” Before the next photo appeared and Regina could throw anothercomment…
“Regina!”Gretchen screamed. “What is wrong with you?”
“Excuse me?”Regina raised an eyebrow, defiant, almost like the old times.
“You do knowyou’re not the one going out with these girls, right?” Cady askedholding a laugh.
“Ugh,whatever.” Regina stood up and seated on the other couch, lettingher friends enjoy the Tinder experience without her interference.
Regina pretendedto be paying maximum attention on her phone but Janis could sense herstare.
“Hey.” Theyquickly got bored with tinder, especially when Janis didn’t let themtalk with any of her matches, and decided to watch a movie. Kill Billwas on the screen but neither Regina nor Janis seemed to be payingattention.
As Regina wentupstairs, Janis decided to follow her.
“Hey, you.”she said pouring herself a glass of water and avoiding Janis look.
“Is everythingokay?” Regina gave her a confused look. “You seemed a little off,after the tinder thing…”
“I’m okay.”As Janis reached the water bottle to get some water herself, Reginasuddenly said- “I just don’t think you’ll find a girl on Tinder.”
“I’m sorry?”Janis felt annoyed right away, what did Regina meant with that?
“They’re justnot good enough for you.” Regina nervously messed with her own hairand looked anywhere but Janis eyes.
“Not a singleone?” Janis laughed. “Out of a hundred girls we just saw?”
“You’re toonice and pretty for them.” She said like it was no big deal. Justsmall talk.
“I’m too niceand pretty?” Janis smiled softly.
“Yeah…”Regina’s words came soft and careless as she finally met Janis’ eyes.“I don’t know why everyone is so invested on getting you agirlfriend.”
“Is it such aterrible idea?”
Sometimes Janiswould be reminded of Regina’s old behavior.
“I just don’twant you to be with the wrong person.” She looked about to cry.Looked like she was trying her hardest to hold back her tears andJanis had -no- idea what to do.
“Hey… It’sokay, I’m wasn’t even thinking about it…” Lie.
Janis reachedfor Regina’s hands that were fiddling frantic and held them tenderly.Even with their growing friendship, Janis still felt awkward in anyintimacy she shared with Regina, little touches like this or sharedsmiles, they were part of their relationship now, but she was stillgetting used to them. In a distant life, Janis thought Regina’s skinwould be as cold as ice, almost like it was meant for you not totouch it, but today she knew she couldn’t be more wrong.
The touch wasalways warm, it doesn’t matter if it was a brush of arms when theywere walking together, or Regina’s fingers touching her face caringwhen she finally let her do her make up, not even when they wereseated together watching a movie and Regina reached for Janis’ legwhen she was nervous. Always warm.
“I’m sorry. Ishouldn’t be telling you this, I mean… You can obviously datewhoever you want.” Regina forced a smile.
“You can tellme how you feel, Regina. That’s what friends do.” Janis, in a boldyet impulsive move, interlaced their fingers and Regina’s smileimmediately fell. Not because of the action, but because of thewords.
“Are we reallyfriends?”
“Of course weare.” Janis took a step closer to Regina.
“But are weonly friends?” Regina asked almost inaudible, with her head down,staring at their hands still connected. Janis furrowed her brows, notunderstanding what the girl asked. “Would you swipe right on me?”
Regina used tobe the kind of girl that knew what she wanted and did everything toget it, she used to make the first move, ask people out, kiss whoevershe wanted, text first. And in many ways, she was still like this,but not with Janis. When it comes to her middle school forbiddenlove, she was always afraid that she would get rejected, that shewould lose a friend or that she would be laughed at.
“Would youswipe right on me?”
It finally hitJanis. Regina wasn’t disgusted or annoyed, she was jealous. Of her.Regina George, the one and only Apex Predator, was jealous of JanisSarkisian, aka Space Dyke.
“I don’t know.What would your bio say?” She joked in an attempt to lighten thesituation and get herself more time to think about what washappening. Regina laughed and threw her head back.
“Fuck, I haveno idea…” She bit her lower lip while thinking about it. “Would‘Queen of Bees’ be too scary?”
“I’ddefinitely press X.”
“What?”Regina jokingly slapped Janis’ arm with her free hand. “I knowyou’d super like me.”
“You wish.”Janis laughed.
“Fine. Justget some random girl at Tinder, I don’t care…” She smiled rollingher eyes.
Janis leaned inRegina’s direction enough that her lips met the girl’s ear lobes andwhispered:
“I can’tbelieve you’re jealous of girls both of us don’t even know.”
“I’m notjealous.” She said offended and Janis raised an eyebrow. “I’mnot! I’m just surprised you’d consider dating a stranger instead ofsomeone you already know.” Regina shrugged.
“Is thereanyone I know that’s interested in me?” They gradually got closer,their faces almost touching and hands still connected.
“You’re quiteobvious, you know…” Regina said almost out of breath and wonderedwhat the hell was happening to her. How could this girl get her soout of balance
“And you’requite an open book yourself.” Janis let their noses brush justenough that she could feel a light press of Regina’s hand. “And Ido have some experience with books.”
Regina laughedand moved a few centimeters, their foreheads slightly touching.
“Don’t go outwith those girls.” She said after a deep breath, her voice almostfailing, a whispered request.
“Give me areason.”
Janis couldn’tmake the first move, she couldn’t lean in and kiss Regina and pressher against the counter touching every exposed part of her skin. Shecouldn’t. She had to wait for the girl to make the first move, sheneeded assurance from her, she needed a proof she wasn’t justimagining this whole conversation.
Regina smiledlightly and closed her eyes. For a second she just allowed a softbrush of their lips, but it didn’t last. She firmly pressed themagainst each other, immediately feeling the softness of the girl’sskin, while Janis felt the texture of lip gloss and let go ofRegina’s hand, grabbing her waist and closing the distance betweentheir bodies.
Regina’s handsquickly moved to her neck and her thumb cozily stroked the girl’sjaw, the former plastic uncertainly moved her lips against Janis’,deepening the kiss and finally allowing Janis to taste her strawberrylip gloss as their tongues played. She felt Janis unhesitatingly movetowards her body until her back met Damien’s kitchen counter andtheir bodies get completely glued. She could feel Janis’ unsteadybreath as her chest went up and down, almost mimicking the movementtheir lips were making, she threw her arms over Janis shoulders andplayed with her hair, feeling the girl’s neck shiver.
Janis slowlyseparated their lips and let them wander around the girl’s cheek andjaw, carefully paying attention to her reactions as she moved closerto her neck. Regina’s breathing got even more out of rhythm whileJanis placed wet kisses and soft bites on her collar bone and neck asshe moved her hands through her waist and pressed her fingers on herskin. Regina’s body seemed about to faint and the only thing keepingher in place were Janis’ hands.
Regina collectedall the strength in her body and brought Janis’ face and lips back tohers. She kissed her passionately and gradually stopped their makeout session pressing small kisses on the girl’s lips until theirbodies cooled down again.
Janis smiledsoftly and her eyes lit in the way they did every time she thought ofsomething funny.
“What is it?”Regina asked leaving a small kiss near the girls mouth.
“I might haveto super like you now.”
#rejanis#regina george#janis ian#janis sarkisian#regina/janis#mean girls#mean girls broadway#writing
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Bloodlines - Part 10
A/N: Based off of the song “Heathens” by Twenty One Pilots, this will be a multichapter fic with either a lyric being a chapter title, or the headers to break down the thought process of the chapter. None of the lyrics are mine, and they are all in bold - Again, I do not claim to own them, all credit where credit is due.
I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.
Word Count: 1,573 (Not including lyrics.)
Warnings: None that I know of. Mild language?
Beautiful people who helped me when I came to them with this crazy idea and said to run with it: @wheresthekillswitch @obsessed-withthe-hales @aworldmadeforme @life-what-life-i-dont-have-one @xteenwolfwritingsx
Coming back to Beacon Hills was supposed to be uneventful. Yet somehow, you are now stuck in the middle of two worlds you didn’t even know existed yesterday. Now between both worlds, but not belonging to either, you try to forge your own way, finding out that some ties are stronger than bloodlines.
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Why’d you come? You knew you should have stayed (It’s blasphemy)
Jogging up to the scene, you saw the ground quite disturbed from the scuffle, the only evidence on your friends were a few smudges of dirt on their skin, and an errant leaf or two in their hair.
A hand wrapping around your bicep drew your attention away, looking up to see Derek glaring down at you, huffing and puffing in anger. You were tempted to make a joke, but thought better before the big bad wolf could bite your head off, most likely not metaphorically.
“I told you to wait in the car.” He hissed, voice quiet just in case anything felt like lurking in the area, despite the pack’s recent win.
“Then who would have saved your ass?” You kept your voice low, deadpanning despite the smile of amusement as you continued to poke the wolf.
He huffed in aggravation, his voice slightly rising. “Car. I told you to stay.”
“Did not.” He wouldn’t win this.
“Y/N-” He sighed.
“Lies.” You cut him off, ignoring the daggers he sent your way.
Abruptly he turned you with a death grip on your arm, dragging you back to where Stiles’ Jeep was parked. You were halfway there, grumbling nonsensical things when both of you pulled up short, heads clocking to listen when you heard the dogs, followed shortly by police speaking over radios, and heavy footsteps coming from somewhere on your right. Soon you could see the beams of flashlights in the distance as well.
Hands against both of your backs, you lurched forward as one unit with the sudden push, Derek not letting go of your arm this entire time. Looking behind you, Scott and Stiles were glancing to the right apprehensively, pushing you and Derek along hurriedly.
“Why didn’t you stay in the car?”
You let out an annoyed growl, making Derek and Scott chuckle. “Don’t start with me, Stilinski.”
I tried to warn you just to stay away (Away)
Derek tried to push you away. Ever since all the memories had finally come back, and your shifts were steadily getting more and more hairy, as Stiles always said about them with an impish smile, it’s like he was building a wall between you two, whether to keep something out, or keep something in, you didn’t know, but hell if you weren’t going to find out.
“Derek, talk to me,” you tried for the fifteenth time that week, walking into the eerily empty loft, save your brooding friend. To your surprise, he finally answered after a moment.
“I’m bad news to anyone I talk to, Y/N.”
You let out a sarcastic bark of a laugh. “Welcome to my world.”
“Oh, hell, I give up.” It took him two quick strides before he was in front of you, your cheeks cupped in his hands as he lowered his face down to yours right as you pushed yourself onto your tiptoes to meet him halfway.
Only, instead of a kiss, you ended up basically head butting him, and you both stood there silently, blinking rapidly for a moment until the tension melted into laughter.
“Sorry,” you blushed, looking to the floor.
“Someone’s eager,” he mused with a mischievous grin, making your eyes snap back up to his with a glare.
“Shut up and kiss me, Hale.”
And now they’re outside ready to bust (To bust)
It felt like an eternity since you had had a moment to just be still. Sitting on the couch in the loft with Derek, snuggled into his side, you sighed contentedly, thinking about what had happened only minutes ago.
When he had kissed you, that feeling that kept you sane when you felt like your skin would burst washed over you from head to toe, and not only did you finally feel calm again, you felt weightless. It was like he was the thing keeping you from going too high off the ground, and it was then that you realized.
“I found my anchor, by the way. Thought I should tell you.” You looked down, fiddling with a loose string on the cushion beneath you.
A finger under your chin lifted your face up to look into his, his eyes looking between yours as a smile worked it’s way up his face, and you realized how much you missed it when it was gone. “I know.”
Both of your phones went off with alert after alert before you could continue the conversation, and you glanced at the names on your screen where it sat on the coffee table, seeing the names of most of the pack.
“They’re waiting outside the door. They don’t want to disturb us.” Derek hadn’t looked away from you, lightly tapping his ear when you looked at him with knit eyebrows in question, listening yourself for a brief moment to hear the excited, hushed whispers outside the door, along with the sounds of outgoing texts before your own phone beeped to show it had been received.
Looking Derek in the eye, you grinned. “Good. My bite is worse than my bark.”
You heard whispering in the hallway, shortly followed by Stiles’ voice at normal volume, “Ew.”
Derek laughed, making your smile grow, before he pulled you close once again and whispered against your lips, “Prove it.”
It looks like you might be one of us
Your shifts might have become more reliable, but if you knew anything, it was always good to have a plan B with this pack.
The Omega was getting the upper hand on Scott, and now more than ever were you glad you had packed your backup. Letting loose an arrow, you hit the Omega right in the thigh, making him go down almost instantly, Chris chuckling at your back, muttering “nice shot”, and the other pack members quickly restraining the Omega.
Scott looked at you with wide eyes, his eyebrows raised practically to his hairline.
You smiled, shrugging. “Did I ever tell you I shoot bow and arrow?”
“No, you didn’t - wait, who taught you?” His face already gave away that he knew the answer.
Chris walked up beside you, smiling softly. You shared a look with the man you considered an Uncle by proxy, and got lost in the thoughts that his next words brought on.
Looking directly at Scott, Chris spoke with that same gentle smile. “Allison. Thought she needed to know self defense. Beats the bill they racked up at the mall.”
You lightly whacked Chris in the bicep with the back of your hand as you passed by, earning you a chuckle. Pushing the bow and quiver full of arrows against his chest, you waited until his fumbling grip held them securely, and he looked at you with a raised eyebrow in question.
Smiling a gentle smile of your own, you let it grow as you said quietly, “If only she could see me now.” Letting your eyes glow their bright yellow, and your smile take a turn for the mischievous side, you turned and looked at your pack scattered around the area.
Somehow, everything in your life had come full circle, back to where you started years ago with the Hale family, the Argent’s, and all your classmates you now called family. You had learned many things over the last few months, but most of all you learned how sometimes you have to lose yourself, or at least who you think you are, in order to find who you are supposed to be.
How some people and places are temporary, but they leave a lasting effect, and how no matter where the road takes you, enjoy the scenery, the company, because those are what you will remember most, not the speed limit signs, not the mile markers, or the street names.
You’ll remember the laughter, the stories, the mundane and the epic, you’ll remember everything.
Stiles ambled up beside you, standing shoulder to shoulder, taking in the scene with you, hands deep in his pockets. “Penny for your thoughts?”
You smiled yet again, well, to be honest, you hadn’t stopped smiling, but you felt it grow just a little more still as you continued to look at the people around you, feeling your eyes fade back to human. “This is who I am now, and this is the family I’ve forged for myself.”
“And then they all rode off into the sunset,” Stiles said in a whimsical voice, his hands spreading in the air in front of him dramatically as if he was picturing the moment.
You glanced sideways at him, chuckling before he let out a snicker then a yelp when you lightly shoved his shoulder making him stumble a few steps before he came right back beside you, still laughing. “Shut up, I’m allowed to have profound moments every now and then, okay?” You looked around at the mixed bunch, supernaturals, humans, and hunters, and couldn’t help the overwhelming feeling of just being at home. “Some ties are stronger than bloodlines.”
He held his hands up as if in surrender. “What? No! I’m just saying I can totally get on board with that train of thought! I agree with you!” His hands went back to his pockets, his voice returning to it’s normal octave, becoming soft and sincere. “I’m glad you’re back, Y/N.”
The damn smile just wouldn’t go away. “Me, too, Stiles.” You looked around once more at all the faces you wouldn’t forget a day in your life, catching Derek’s eye for a brief moment and smiling even wider at the wink he sent your way before continuing, your voice soft and happy. “Me, too.”
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Guanlin x Reader - Myosotis
Here I am, back with another Member x Reader fic. Hope you enjoy :)
Word Count: 8k
Tags: Angst, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Angst with bad ending
What is love?
How does love feel like?
Is it beautiful like what my grandparents told me when I was 5?
“Y/N, when you fall in love, please remember that you should love that person with all your heart, but don’t give him everything that you have. Leave some for yourself. Love is one of the strongest things in this world. Without love, we wouldn’t be here. If love will be painful for you in the future, then don’t think that love is cruel. It is only the moment that is cruel.”
–
Every single night, you turn on your bedside lamp and grab your favorite book inside the drawer. You usually read before you sleep, because you believe that you would sleep with only happy thoughts inside your mind. Maybe you’ve been this in love with the feeling of being in love, and you yourself want to experience how falling in love feels like and how it feels to love someone.
You squint your eyes to adjust your eyesight since your only source of light is right beside you while reading.
You let out a little squeal when the other main character already told the other one that she loves him. You finally sigh with a big smile on your lips and call it a night. You inserted your bookmark in between the pages where you last read on and closed it. Placing the book on the bedside table right beside the lamp, you see your phone lighting up with the name of your best friend.
Time check: 2:41 am.
From: Linlin Told you that you should stop reading late at night. It’ll ruin your eyesight. I’m telling your parents.
You smirk and typed a reply.
To: Linlin Well, Mr. Lai Guanlin, you should stop searching for dances and trying them out at this time.
From: Linlin We fair then. Good night. Hope those two in that book break up.
To: Linlin Not a chance. It’s true love.
From: Linlin How would you know if it’s true love when you don’t even know how it feels to fall in love? Duh.
To: Linlin Sleep.
You turn off your phone and also the lamp. You settled down under your blankets and shifted to the other side of the bed, facing the window. You sigh as you stare at the moon in the sky, while a smile forms on your lips. Sometimes you think about that future someone, who will he be, how will he look like, and how will he treat you. You’re too in love with the thought of being in love, since people kept on telling everyone that falling in love is something that is truly beautiful and addicting.
You fell in love with a bunch of guys like the ones in the books, the ones you see on TV, but you never ever fell in love with someone that you know dearly and see everyday.
Although some people thought you’re in love with your best friend, Guanlin. You thought its impossible to fall in love with that guy since he’s just someone that you like being with but nothing romantic is attached.
In Guanlin’s case, he is in love with you. You were too involved in the world of fictional people, so that’s why you never saw the look in his eyes whenever he looks at you. His eyes and face lit up every single time he sees you smiling, being too focused on the book you’re reading and when you’re just being you.
Maybe a book about two best friends can help you figure out Guanlin’s feelings.
Guanlin shuts off his laptop and lights, preparing for bed. He walks towards his bed and sits at the edge, turning on the small lamp on the bed side table. The picture frame right beside the lamp captured his attention, and he smiled. He reached for it and stared at it for a while. He smiled at the image of where he was wrapping you around his arms when the two of you went to the amusement park when the two of you were just 14.
The two of you were in senior year, no doubt that time flew real fast. Guanlin thought of the possibilities of the two of you staying together up until college, going to the same college together, being together as best friends… or maybe upgraded into something more beautiful.
Guanlin shook his head and placed the frame back at the table. He knew it was impossible to be with you since you were too involved with something else, and he knew he will never, ever, win your heart.
–
Guanlin found you in your same usual spot at the library, at the couch section at the very corner. You lean back on the beanbag, reading a book, as usual.
You notice the tall figure walking towards you so you inserted the bookmark between the pages of your book and closed it. You smile at his presence and waved. He sat right beside you.
“Aren’t you going home yet?” He asks you while he reaches for your book, looking at the summary at the back cover. “I’ve got my bonus allowance today, so I could treat you dinner I guess.”
“Dinner you mean… Street food galore?” You ask with hope. “Right? Right?”
“Right.” He shows his gummy smile and stood up. He extends his hand towards you and you hold it, pulling you so you could stand up. He hands you back your book as he walked towards the exit of the library, you following behind.
You two grab your bags at the exit of the library (since bags aren’t allowed inside the library) and proceeded going outside of the campus.
Guanlin started to talk about his parents going to visit him for one month and he was really excited about it. He was excited to bring you to their house again and talk together, since his parents really like you. Sometimes, Guanlin thinks that his parents likes you more than their actual son, but he doesn’t mind at all- because if he asks you out, they would be very supportive.
On the other hand, your parents doesn’t like Guanlin. Maybe your mom is the one who doesn’t like him.
You two have been best friends since 1st year if middle school but your parents have been quiet about you hanging out with Guanlin. There were times that Guanlin went to your house but they never allowed the two of you to hang out alone in your bed room, or if you two would hang out in the living room, your mom would always be there to watch you. From that time, you knew Guanlin was uncomfortable so you two agreed that he will never go to your house again unless needed to.
You saw the food cart at the end of the road so you hold Guanlin’s hand and pulled him along while you run. He ran as well, smiling while looking at your hand on his’.
You two stopped running as you reached the food cart and let go of his hand. Guanlin felt a little empty, joining both of his hands together and pouted slightly.
You started to pick some of your favorite food and started eating. Guanlin laughs at you since you started stuffing your mouth the moment the two of you arrived. Maybe you were just too hungry and you were enjoying the fact that its free.
“Careful,” He says as he pats your back gently. “You might choke from eating too much.”
You laugh a little “I won’t. You know me, I eat a lot.”
“Yeah that’s why you’re getting chubbier,” He whispers but you heard it clearly.
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing. I said your cheeks are cute, whenever its stuffed.” He says. He gets the tteokbokki that he ordered from the person who serves it and started eating.
“Just admit that I’m cute,” You said jokingly while chewing.
“you are.”
The moment that you heard that, you started coughing out loud because of the sudden compliment. You felt your cheeks flush and you hear Guanlin laughing at you. He started patting your back and gave you your bottle of water to drink in.
“Careful.” He chuckled while patting your back gently. You immediately drank water so you could calm down a little, but you can still feel your heartbeat, it was so fast that you can’t even recall when was the last time it beated this fast, but in fact, it was a first.
There were times that you would think of Guanlin more than a friend but you usually ignore that since you know that it’s not even nice to fall in love with the person who is, your best friend. You’ve read tons of books where the side characters are best friends and they break up, and never became friends again. You do love Guanlin. You love him so much that you want to stay as friends because you know that is where you two would last.
Also, there were times you just want to hug him but it would feel awkward. Anyway, you shrug those thoughts and breathed deeply. You took another bite of your food and enjoyed it as if nothing happened.
–
“Ah, you ate so much.” Guanlin complained after paying everything that you two ate. He counts the remaining bills inside his wallet and unfortunately, no bills were found. Only coins.
The two of you were walking at the sidewalk that leads to the bus stop where you always ride home. It was a busy night so you could see a lot of business men and women going out, rushing to their night shift.
“Korean street food is the best,” You comment while eating off the ice cream cone. “Also ice cream is the best. You’re the best!”
“You’re just nice to me because I treat you a lot,” He sighs while shoving his wallet inside his pocket. He walks right behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders. “It’s kinda late so I’ll walk you home, this way.” He pushes you lightly while guiding the way.
“You know that I’ve told you many times that my parents doesn’t like you,” you remind him. “I don’t want to see them mad or disappointed when they see you walking me home.”
He stops walking and looks at the bus stop right beside the two of you. You turned around to look at him. “I can manage up to here.”
Guanlin sighs and started to pat your head. “Okay, shortie.”
“Don’t brag about your height.”
“I wasn’t.”
“Then stop calling me short.”
“Your height suits you. If I hug you, you fit right inside my arms.”
“I’ll prove it to you that I don’t,” You say as you step forward. “Come on, hug me.”
Guanlin started to hesitate to wrap his arms around you. It was all of a sudden. He stared at your eyes, he thought that you stole all of the stars in the sky because it sparkled. If he would stargaze, he would look into your eyes instead. His gaze goes down, and stops at your lips. Never, even once in his life, has he tried to kiss them. He started bringing his arms up to hug you, but something stopped the two of you.
You looked at the bus stop and you see a black car, rolling the windows down. It was your dad.
“Y/N! Glad that I found you,” Your dad smiles. “Come in now, let’s go home.”
You sigh and smile at Guanlin. “See you tomorrow.” You pat his arm and started running towards the car.
Guanlin watched you enter the car, waving one last time. He looks at your dad who wasn’t frowning, but he was actually smiling at Guanlin. It felt weird because he knows that your dad doesn’t like him either. Maybe, your dad does like him, its just your mom who doesn’t.
–
Guanlin arrives in his small apartment, placing his bag on the floor and heads to his desk. He started to think about confessing his feelings to you but it felt wrong. He wanted to tell you how much he loves you even though it would really ruin your friendship. He loves you so much that he didn’t mind to be selfish.
The moment that he fell in love with you, he knew he will never let you go. He will never let you go no matter what the case was.
There were times he doubted himself. There were times when he wanted to tell you what he feels towards you just to stop his feelings for you, but he can’t. He knew that the feeling was strong and true. He knew it was true love, because he never felt this way before. The kind of love he has for you is that, he wants to marry you.
Every night, he wishes, he prays to all of the Gods that you would return those feelings because he knew he would always take good care of you no matter what happens. He knew the universe is in favor with the two of you, and prays that no one would jinx it.
And all he could do was hope.
–
You waited inside Guanlin’s apartment to surprise his parents and sister. You prepared something for them, like a cake and also take outs. You knew they would love it and you know that they love you.
You heard the wheels of the taxi screech in front of the apartment and you knew that they arrived. You started to set everything up last minute and see if it was perfect.
It was.
You head to the door and walk outside, seeing Guanlin help his sister bring out her luggage from the taxi. You see his father and you ran towards him, greeting him.
“Is this y/n? You’ve grown into a pretty lady,” His father smiles at you and you shake his hand, welcoming him again.
“Yes, it’s been a long time,” You smile as you grab his luggage. “I’ll help you with this!” You smile while bringing his stuff carefully inside the apartment.
Guanlin walks towards his father and smiles. “That’s her.”
His father nods and pats him on the back. “Marry her.”
Guanlin blushed “Too early!”
“At least I approve.”
Guanlin just shakes his head while trying so hard not to smile. He looked at you from afar, thinking how beautiful you really are, and how much he wants you to be in his arms. He knows, for sure, that he really loves you so much, and his father could tell.
“Help me with this,” Guanlin’s sister cut off his thoughts, handing him her bag. He nods and brings them inside the apartment.
You walked past Guanlin, running towards his mother who was also going out of the other taxi, since they brought too many things with them in Korea for Guanlin and also for you. You greet her with a hug, his mother smiling while hugging you back. You could say you really did establish a good relationship with his family, but they were kind of expecting that you two would be dating but it’s disappointing because you two aren’t.
“It’s nice to see you again, you’ve grown so much,” Guanlin’s mother told you while hugging you tight. “Will you help me with these?”
You nod “Of course I will!” You smile while bringing their other things out of the taxi, bringing them inside the house.
–
It was around 6pm when his family sent you home. They wanted you to stay but they were being considerate to you, letting you go home as early as 6pm so you wouldn’t miss the bus and arrive home safely. Travelling at night is indeed scary.
You gave his parents and sister a hug before leaving, carrying a bag full of things from Taiwan like food, some clothes and also some skin care products that you actually like. They really treated you like a family member, since you’re the only person they trust when it comes to Guanlin.
Guanlin walks you to the nearest bus stop, carrying the bag for you. You tell him how pretty his sister became and you wanted to hang out with her soon. Guanlin nods, saying that his sister would be happy to hang out with you.
You reach the bus stop and no one was there, so you sit down on the bench and Guanlin follows to sit down right beside you.
“What does Taiwan look like?” You suddenly ask. “It seems like a pretty place.”
“It is,” Guanlin says, sighing. “I miss it there.”
“Won’t you go back to Taiwan?” You ask, playing with your hands.
“I can’t,” He says.
“And why, mister?”
“I can’t leave you.”
“Oh there you go again,” You laugh, hitting his arm. After laughing for a while, you see that Guanlin has a serious look on his face. “You okay?”
“If I go back to Taiwan, I might just look for you and go back in no time,” He says. “Anyway, my future’s sorted out. I’ll go to college with you, support you with your work-“
“Why are you talking as if we’re a couple?” You ask, coughing a little while looking at the sky, which was turning orangey-pink and the clouds were puffy like cotton candy.
“Don’t you want us to be one?”
Your eyes widened and immediately looked at him to see if he’s serious or if there would be a hint of him joking. Indeed, he was serious.
“Are you serious right now?”
“Maybe I am?”
“GUANLIN!”
“The bus is here.”
You look at the bus who was about to stop right in front of you. You didn’t want to stand up yet since your legs suddenly became weak after he said those words.
“Don’t you want us to be one?”
“Y/N, come on,” He says, holding your hand to pull you up. You slap his hand away gently, grabbing the bag from him. “Are you okay?” He asks with a concerned look on his face.
“I’m fine,” you sigh. “go home safely.” You say as you walk towards the entrance and hop onto the bus. You take out your card, hearing the beep sound saying that you’ve successfully paid for your bus fare and walked towards an empty seat right beside the window. Once you sat down, you see Guanlin who was still standing outside, giving you a smile and waved at you. You also give him a smile and waved.
Then the bus started to go.
You didn’t really fall awkward after that statement of Guanlin. It’s not like it was one sided.
There were times that you thought, what if you and Guanlin were a couple? It’s never impossible, right?
These days, the thought of you and Guanlin being a couple is becoming a big possibility. You sometimes think about scenarios if you two became one. Sometimes you would get lost in your thoughts and when you snap out from your thoughts, that’s when you realize that you were actually thinking about you and Guanlin as a couple.
These days, you could feel that your heart beats faster than usual, and Guanlin is the reason for your heartbeats.
You suddenly smile and bite your lower lip. You felt your cheeks flush, just with the thought of Guanlin.
‘Maybe… just maybe… I am actually in love with him.’
You thought you should stop lying to yourself once.
‘…well, I think I do love him.’
–
Guanlin arrives home, with a worried look on his face. He couldn’t tell you the truth- that he has an option to go back to Taiwan or not.
If he chose to go back to Taiwan, then he would receive great benefit from the college he would attend to and give him a scholarship. If he stays in Korea, maybe, he would be with you a lot but he would be working, since their family has been financially unstable.
Either way, he doesn’t mind to work part-time in Korea, just to be with you. But, grabbing the opportunity to have a scholarship from one of the colleges in Taiwan, is also a great thing.
He chose to stay in Korea.
–
You stayed up late again, reading a book. It was the weekend anyway, and tomorrow is Sunday and you could rest the whole day, no need to wake up early.
It was around 2am when you noticed that your screen lit up, and you saw that it was a call from Guanlin. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw that it was from Guanlin. You took a deep breath before you pick it up.
“Hello?” You answered.
“You’re still awake? Uh… I don’t know why I’m calling you right now but…”
“Okay, same goes with you,” You say, shifting to a comfortable position on your bed. “Why are you awake?”
“Because I couldn’t sleep, I took a midnight walk,” He says.
“What the hell it’s 2am, and you’re out?”
“Yeah I came to see you,” He says.
You started to jump a little, and immediately crawled to the window. You draw the curtains to the side, and you got shocked when you saw Guanlin right outside of your house, and waved when he saw you.
“Are you crazy? I told you that you shouldn’t come to my home anymore!”
“Just come out for a while, please?”
“My mom’s gonna kill me if I come out.”
“Come on, just come out for a while.”
“If my mom caught me, you’re dead.”
“So you’re coming down?”
“Yes, just wait.” You hang up, running towards your closet to grab your bra since you weren’t wearing one and you don’t want to get cancer by wearing bra while sleeping and get embarrassed in front of Guanlin, not wearing any bra.
You open the door slowly, tip-toeing down the staircase and trying really hard not to leave any evidence that you were going to sneak out.
You open the front door, seeing Guanlin sitting on the sidewalk. You try to hide your smile, closing the door slowly and quietly. He stands up, waving at you. You walk right towards him, waving as well.
“I still don’t understand why you’re here, this late.”
“I just noticed that the stars are out tonight, wanna stargaze?” He asks, looking straight in your eyes.
“You asked me to stargaze with you but why aren’t you looking at the sky?”
He laughs at you, stepping closer, not breaking eye contact. “I am, stargazing.”
You start to blush, pushing him away. “It’s too late for this, Guanlin.”
“Why? Are you falling in love with me?” He started to joke, laughing.
“Maybe if you do continue doing that, I might, for real,” You whisper, taking a subtle step forward. Guanlin heard it, but pretended he didn’t. He was incredibly happy so he wrapped his arms around you, giving you a tight hug.
“Do you wanna hangout today?” He whispers. “Like, when the sun rises and we’re all fresh from sleep?”
“Why not?”
–
It was 4pm and you get out of your house wearing a white sweater with a denim skirt, going for a simple outfit but also something that you don’t usually wear, maybe, is to impress Guanlin? You never did this even once. You even put on a little bit of makeup, just usual face powder, mascara and lip and cheek tint.
Guanlin waits for you at the bus stop where you usually get on, just to surprise you. He was sure that it wasn’t a date but he dressed up, extra careful and extra… handsome?
A smile appeared on your face once you saw him, but he wasn’t looking at your direction. You sneak up right behind him, tapping his shoulder.
Guanlin turns around, seeing you and smiled.
“There you are. So where do you want to go?” He asks you.
“it’s like 4pm, shouldn’t we go somewhere just near?”
And that near, became farther.
–
The only place you wanted to go to is somewhere far away, which is the beach.
The beach at nighttime is the prettiest. It took you two an hour to travel on bus and also on foot. On the way, the two of you would order food from food carts, ice cream shop, and just talk while on the way to the beach.
You see a lot of people at the beach, mostly foreigners. You thought it was a bad time to go to the beach but honestly, it was fine for Guanlin.
“Are you going in the water?” He asks you while walking towards the shore, the water splashes on Guanlin’s shoes. “Come and remove your shoes, lets dip out feet on the water.”
“Promise me you won’t push me,” You say while kicking your sneakers off and placing your bag on top of your shoes.
“Hold my hand,” Guanlin extends his hand for you to grab, smiling at you. You smile back, gently holding his hand and leads you to the water.
You felt the sea water cover your feet up until your ankle, and it was kinda ticklish. Also, the sand was very smooth to stand on, and you feel like you don’t wanna leave yet- especially, standing right beside Guanlin, was beautiful.
“Shortie, are you enjoying this?” Guanlin teases you by calling, chuckling. He holds your other hand, caressing your knuckles gently.
“Shortie… really now?” You sigh.
“Your height really suits you, and your height is perfect for my height,” Guanlin says. “Wait, did that make sense?”
“How could you even tell that our height matches perfectly?” You ask him, stepping forward a little. “You can never tell.”
All of a sudden, Guanlin leans down, and you never thought he would do anything at that moment. The moment you felt his lips on your forehead, that’s when your heart loses it.
“See? I told you our heights were perfect,” He smiles at your blushing state, squeezing one of your cheeks. “Can we… try this out?”
Your heart beats a bit faster, knowing what he meant but you ask anyway. “Try… what?’
“This thing called… dating,” He asks with a sheepish smile, scratching the back of his neck. “You know… You and Me, together…”
Your lips turned into a smile as you step closer to him. Guanlin’s eyes widened when you stepped closer, not knowing what you would do next. You slowly wrap your arms around him, resting your ear on his chest, and you could hear fast, pounding sounds from inside of his chest.
“Your heart is beating fast,” You say, smiling. You felt Guanlin’s arms wrap around you, and felt him kissing your head.
“Every heart beat screams your name, y/n,” He whispers, hugging you tighter.
You sigh deeply, and the smile on your face wouldn’t fade. Maybe, going to the beach at this hour wasn’t that bad.
“Let’s try,” You say. “You, me, dating.”
–
Weeks has passed since you’ve agreed to try it out, try dating Guanlin. Honestly, dating Guanlin wasn’t that different like before, but the difference is, there are more hugging and also kissing on the cheek, forehead, and holding hands. Kissing on the lips? Never happened, even once.
One time, you and Guanlin went to his apartment to tell his family that they’re dating, and they were happier than the two of them. Although, it wasn’t confirmed that you really do like Guanlin, but you were sure that Guanlin really likes you.
You never said you liked him, and you never said that you love him either. Guanlin didn’t seem to be bothered by it, but actions speak louder than words, it was obvious that the two of you were really in love.
You never fell in love with him that fast, you knew you were in love with him since before, it’s just fear, blindness, and the thought of just staying as friends made you think that you’re not in love. But Thank God, Guanlin finally made a move and asked you out.
Months passed, graduation is around the corner. You and Guanlin were hanging out again after class, hand in hand, when you pass by a newly-opened flower shop. As expected, your favorite color was blue, and there were small, tiny blue flowers that was displayed outside. You never saw any flower like that before, but it was indeed beautiful.
“Excuse me, what is this flower called?” You ask the lady who was removing thorns from the rose. She looks at you with a smile.
“That is called Forget Me Not, pretty isn’t it?” She says. “It’s kind of expensive, but they’re beautiful flowers! This flower symbolizes True Love and also Memories you don’t want to forget.”
“The meaning is so beautiful,” You smile. “Thank you.” You say to the woman and you pull Guanlin. “Those flowers are really pretty but have you seen the price?”
“Expensive.”
“True.”
The meaning of Forget me not was carved in your heart. The meaning was beautiful, and you thought that this flower itself is beautiful.
–
Every night, you started to write letters. You wrote all of your feelings, thoughts, and also how much you love Guanlin. You decided to keep all of these letters in one box, or tie it, and give it to Guanlin at the right time.
The night you were writing the 5th letter, you received a text message from Guanlin. He told you to come out of the house, and you did. You tip-toed your way out of the house, and open the door with the sight of Guanlin, hiding something behind his back.
“What are you hiding?” You ask him suspiciously, trying to peek what was behind him. He started walking backwards, away from the door. “Where are you going?”
“Just follow me, I don’t want your parents to hear us,” He whispers while walking backwards, still hiding something. You follow him, still suspicious of what he was hiding.
You still followed him, until you two reached the lake near your house. The moon was high up in the sky, giving a beautiful light that reflected on the water, and also gave a beautiful lighting on the two of you.
“It’s true that girls are 100 times beautiful during the night,” Guanlin says.
“So are you saying I’m not beautiful? Okay, what are you hiding?”
“Y/N, you’re the most beautiful person I know,” He says. “And I’ll only give you this when you kiss me.”
You scoff. “A kiss? Are you serious? You know I’m never ready for a kiss.”
And it wasn’t a lie. There were times when Guanlin was so tempted to kiss you on the lips, but you usually push him away. It was usually when you two just ate, or you weren’t just ready.
“Y/N….” He pouts. “Don’t you want to kiss me?”
“Cheek.”
“Fine.”
You walk closer to him as you tip toed up, about to kiss his cheek.
Guanlin, craving for a kiss on the lips, suddenly turned, facing you and you felt his lips o yours.
Due to the huge amount of shock you suddenly pushed Guanlin away, covering your mouth. You were blushing furiously, and you wanted to scream out loud. Scream, because of happiness.
“Hey, I wanted another one,” Guanlin smiles. “Your lips are really soft.”
“I hate you!”
“But I love you,” Guanlin says, stepping closer. “I love you.”
Your heart beats like crazy, but it was crazier after Guanlin spoke those three words. Three words that made you smile, that made you happy, three words that made you feel special.
“Y/N, I love you, it’s crazy-“
Guanlin stopped talking once you shut him up, by wrapping your arms around his neck, tiptoeing up, and kissing him on the lips. You never knew kissing feels this special, this beautiful, and it felt like, you two were the only ones around. Your head was spinning, and your heart was beating real fast.
Guanlin closes his eyes, responding to the kiss. He leans forward, dropping the bouquet of Forget-Me-Not flowers on the grass and wraps his arms around you. You let go for a while, trying to catch your breath and Guanlin initiates his own kiss, kissing you softly and sweetly, like you are the most fragile thing in the whole world.
“Wow.”
“… wow.”
You giggle at his blushing state, and it was the first time that you’ve seen Guanlin blushing like that. And it was cute.
“I accidentally dropped them,” Guanlin said, picking up the bouquet of Forget Me Not flowers. “I wanted to give this to you… The lady at that store gave it to me for free. And it’s like …. About to wither.”
You smile at him, accepting the flowers. “It’s not withering, it looks new.” You say, looking at the flowers. “Thank you.”
“I’ll walk you home.”
–
You arrive back at home, smiling widely as you enter your room with the flowers. You grab the vase that’s used as a display in the room and washed it in your CR, filling the vase with water. You place the flowers inside the vase and displayed it on your desk, where you left your letter on.
“oh I’m not yet finished with this,” you say as you sat down again, continuing the letter.
This is the night when you told me that you love me. And we kissed. It was the most magical night, and thank you for making me feel this special. I love you, Guanlin.
–
A week after graduation was the most fun week ever. All of your classmates gathered all together for a last get together before College starts, and that’s when all of you are travelling to Busan.
“Take care, okay, y/n?” your mom tells you while giving you some pocket money for the vacation.
“I will,” You say while adjusting your neck pillow that’s around your neck. “Guanlin will arrive in 5 minutes, so I’ll wait outside.”
You saw your mother frown when she heard the name of Guanlin. “Y/N… can I be honest with you?”
You started to become nervous when your mom suddenly spoke that way. “Yes, mom?”
“I don’t like Guanlin,” She says honestly. “But I can’t do anything about it… I know the two of you are together, but, I don’t like him for you.”
“H-How…” You clear your throat. “How did you know, mom?”
“You always go out with him, more than usual,” She says. “I don’t… like him for you. Just, break up with him soon.”
You hear the door bell, signaling that it was Guanlin. You don’t say a word and started towards the door. Before you open the door, you look at your mom. “Mom, you know I am an obedient child, but I’m sorry. This time, I have to disobey you.”
–
You look out of the window of the train, Guanlin resting his head on your shoulder, sleeping. You think about what you’ve just said to your mom, and you regret it. You love your parents, and you also love Guanlin. It was very hard to decide, whom to go with.
You felt Guanlin stretching and waking up, his hair started to stick out. You laugh at him while brushing his hair down neatly.
“Did you sleep well?” You ask.
“I did.”
You smile as you reach for his hand, lacing your fingers between his’. “I can’t wait for college.”
“We’ll still be together,” He says, nuzzles his face on your neck. “You smell really good.”
“Have you found a part-time yet?” You ask him.
“Mhm, the flower shop was looking for a cashier, and the salary is reasonable,” He says, kissing your neck teasingly.
“Don’t kiss that spot- th-that tickles, hey!” You started giggling while pushing him away.
Guanlin started to laugh loudly while tickling you, and gave you a peck on the lips. “You’re so cute.”
“I know.” You both laugh.
–
The whole class arrived in Busan and you run to the beach, and it felt really great. The ocean smells nice, seagulls were everywhere. Busan, was definitely beautiful.
All gathered to their hotels, you stayed with some of your girl classmates since they’re trying to avoid you and Guanlin in one room, to avoid other people thinking about you two doing something inappropriate but you know that you’ll never do anything like that.
Of course the first thing the whole class did was to go and swim at the beach, also after that gathered to do a bonfire and talk about things. You snuggled closer to Guanlin, holding his hand. You lean your head on his shoulder while listening to your classmates’ stories and laugh whenever something funny happens.
At that moment, you knew you’ll miss all of them. You’re glad that you and Guanlin would stay together until college and you were sure that things would work out.
One by one, some of your classmates went back to the hotel to sleep, wash up, or just enjoy the wifi access. You and Guanlin just stayed there, until everyone was all gone.
“Do you remember when I asked you out?” Guanlin asks. “It was at the beach too.”
You smile at the memory. “Yes, I do. And I had no idea that we would really fall in love with each other.”
Guanlin sits up straight, looking at you with a cheeky smile. “Fall in love? You never told me that you love me.”
You roll your eyes and placed your hand on his cheek. “You know, actions speak louder than words.” You whisper.
“I wanna hear it,” Guanlin insisted. “Please?”
You took a deep breath and kissed him on the cheek. “I love you, Guanlin.” You whisper on his ear. “I love you, so much.”
Guanlin smiles, hugging you tighter. “I love you more.”
“I love you more than you love me,” You say, leaning on his chest. “Got anything better than that?”
“I love you more than anything else in this world,” Guanlin says. “Promise me you’ll never leave me, no matter what.” He shows his pinky to you. “Promise?”
“Promise me that you won’t leave me either,” You say, wrapping your pinky on his’.
“I promise you that I’ll marry you in the future,” He says. “Promise me you’ll say yes.”
“I promise.”
–
A week has passed and everyone was going home, except for you and Guanlin. You two decided to stay for one more night and leave the next day, since Busan was making you two stay.
Your parents had no idea that you two would stay there longer, and it was surprising because Guanlin insisted to stay for one more night, because he felt like he didn’t have enough time with you yet.
You two stroll around the town in Busan, holding his hand tightly, while swaying your hands around. There were a lot of people strolling, including them. You hear the other people speaking in satoori and you were used to it. Guanlin in the other hand, isn’t that familiar with satoori yet.
“You know some guys who speak in satoori are really hot,” You tease, nudging him.
“Don’t make me jealous.”
“Aw no baby, you’re the cutest, I love you.”
“Did you just act cute?”
“Maybe?”
Guanlin chuckles and wraps his arm around your shoulder. “Oh, a photo booth. You want to go in?”
You look at the direction where Guanlin was pointing and nod. You two run towards the photo booth, sitting right in front of the camera and started posing.
After taking pictures, you waited for the pictures to be printed. Finally after months, you had new photos from the photo booth.
You feel your phone vibrating and it was a call from your mom. You had 9 missed calls, and you knew you were doomed.
“Hello mom?”
“Y/N! You told me you’re staying in Busan until yesterday, don’t tell me you’re still there?”
“I’m doing fine, mom. I’m not dead, I’m with Guanlin,” you say in a matter-of-fact.
“Of all people, why Guanlin? Go home, right now!”
“I’m doing fine and he’s doing fine. It’s not like we’re going to do something that will ruin our future,” you say, rolling your eyes. “I’m hanging up.”
“Y/N! Don’t you dare hang up on your mo-“ “Signal’s gone,” you shake your head. “Bet she’s really mad.”
“y/n… Do you really want to go home? Your mom might be mad,” Guanlin says with concern. “I don’t want your mom to be angry.”
“Look, you wanted to stay and I wanted to stay. Come on, let’s ride the next bus.” You say. “It’s not like we’re going to die.”
Guanlin has a worried look on his face and nods. “Okay, let’s go.”
You wait for a little while until the next bus arrives, and you ride in it. You had a weird feeling with the bus you’re riding. You saw the tire, it was nearly flat. You raise your concern to the bus driver, telling that the bus might have a flat tire.
“Flat tire? I just changed the tires today so it’s impossible for it to have a flat tire,” The bus driver says, throwing his cigarette stick in the trash bin.
Guanlin lightly pushes you to move forward, letting you sit down on the window seat. Your heart was beating really flat, and praying that the bus didn’t have a flat tire.
“Guanlin, I want to get out,” You say, shaking. “I hope this bus doesn’t have a flat tire.”
“Didn’t you hear the bus driver? He said that the tires were changed today so you don’t have to worry, okay?” Guanlin assures, patting your back. “Hey, look at me.”
You look at him with worry.
“Everything’s going to be alright, okay?” He gives you an assuring smile while holding your hands. “If something happens, I’ll protect you.”
You nod and calmed down. You smile at him, and leaned on his shoulder.
The bus started, and you felt more nervous. But you know nothing would happen, maybe the tires really appeared flat but it was fine when it arrived in the bus stop. Maybe, you were just overthinking.
In a while, you look at the window side and started to scream. Other people started screaming and the last thing you heard was a big crash.
And everything turned dark.
–
Guanlin started to panic once he woke up. He saw white walls, a white ceiling, beeps, and it was quiet. He was alone.
He sees a bandage wrapped around his arm, also an IV injected on him. He was certain that he’s inside the hospital.
The first thing that entered his mind was; you.
A nurse enters, and immediately he knew who it was.
“Can I go out? I’m completely fine, I need to know where patient Y/N is.”
She shakes her head. “Guanlin, you shouldn’t stand up yet. You just woke up.”
“I don’t care, I need to see her,” Guanlin was full of anger and worry, he wanted to see you asap, and he felt guilty.
If they came home sooner, this wouldn’t have happened. It was all his fault and things shouldn’t have happened if he didn’t insist to stay in Busan.
Now, he doesn’t know how you’re doing.
“Fine,” She sighs. “She’s in a critical condition, the truck hit her real hard.”
Guanlin recalls the exact moment the accident happened. The bus didn’t have a flat tire, a truck that was parked, suddenly slid down the road and hit the bus, right at their direction. Guanlin remembers the way he wrapped his arms around you and covered the back of your head with his hands, but it was useless.
“She’s alive… right?” Guanlin asks, tears started flowing down on his cheeks, and his heart was beating really hard due to anger, fear, and guilt. He blames himself for everything, and he wants to see you.
“She’s alive. If you want to see her… I’ll fix you up.”
–
Guanlin peeks from the door, seeing you lying down on the bed, with a bandage wrapped around your head. Guanlin cursed silently, and tears started to fall down again.
“Excuse me.” A voice from behind speaks and Guanlin immediately moves away. He quickly recognized the person behind him.
It was your mother.
“Sorry,” Guanlin mutters, looking away. He was about to walk away but she called him.
“Guanlin?”
Guanlin had chills run down on his spine and looked at your mom. “Yes?”
“Stay away from my daughter.”
–
Weeks has passed and Guanlin was already released from the hospital. Guanlin lies down on his bed, looking at the photo the two of you took from Busan. He suddenly felt the tears flow from his eyes, just by staring at your face, he felt his heart clench.
Guanlin thinks he’ll just put you in danger.
Guanlin gets up, and leaves his apartment and runs to the nearest bus stop to ride to the floral shop nearby, where he bought the flowers for you. He receives a text message from the nurse in the hospital.
Guanlin, y/n is fine. She’ll be discharged from the hospital today. Make sure to introduce yourself properly.
Guanlin felt tears appearing on his eyes and sniffed. He wiped his tears, and texted back.
Thank you.
Guanlin gets off the bus and runs to the floral shop. He knows that your mother told him to stay away from you, but he won’t allow that. He needs to see you, at least once.
“Once of these please,” Guanlin says, picking up a small bouquet of Forget Me Not flowers, and gave the payment to the lady. “Thank you.”
The image of you smiling under the moonlight, passed by your thoughts. He knew that this will get you excited, and happy. He was more than excited to see you again, but was still worried.
–
Guanlin arrives in your place, but there was no sign of humans inside the house. Guanlin decided to wait a little longer, he didn’t want to miss you. He brings the flowers up to his face and started sniffing, and he was delighted by the smell.
“Excuse me.” A sweet voice, a voice that Guanlin always heard, and longed for, he finally heard it.
He looks up at you, who was walking with a crutch. Guanlin gets up and wraps his arms around you. Tears started to form, and those tears became a pool of tears. He started to sniff louder, and he whispered “I’m glad your fine.”
The weird thing is. You didn’t hug him back.
Guanlin lets go of the hug and gave you the flowers. “Your favorite.”
“Uhm… sorry but, Who are you? “
Then at that moment, everything was crashing down.
“Y/N…?” Guanlin’s eyes widened, and his legs felt weak. “Y/N, you don’t know me?”
“Can you move, I don’t know you,” You say while walking some more.
“Y/N, you must be kidding me. I know you remember me, you promised back in Busan-“
“She has amnesia. She won’t remember who you are.”
Guanlin looks behind him, and it was your mom. “Oh…”
“Come on now, Y/N, let’s go inside.” Your mom said, holding your arm.
Guanlin didn’t know what to do but to hand out the bouquet of flowers to you. You look at him suspiciously, but accepts them anyway.
“It’s your favorite.” Guanlin whispers, while trying hard not to cry. “Goodbye.”
Guanlin turns around and started walking away.
He brings out his phone and calls his father, long distance call.
“Hello? Yes Guanlin? You called?”
“Father…” Guanlin started crying really hard in the middle of the road and sat on the sidewalk.
“Guanlin? Is everything alright?
“Father… When can I go back to Taiwan?”
–
You stayed outside the house after the boy gave you those bouquet full of blue flowers. Your mother left you there, walking inside the house with a smirk on her face.
You stare at the flowers, as you felt tears come out from your eyes.
‘Guanlin… I’m so sorry.’
–
8 years later…
Guanlin arrives in his room where he sees a package from Korea on his desk. He came back from work and the first thing he saw was the package. Curiosity grows inside him and opens the package.
Layer after layer, he sees a small box with a flower tied up around the box.
And it wasn’t any ordinary flower. It was a dried, small, blue flower. Forget Me Not.
Guanlin suddenly smiles at the memory of you. A painful memory, where he left you, and went to Taiwan.
It was no use to stay in Korea after that accident. He thought he should’ve fought for you but, your parents were scary enough and, he knew that you wouldn’t get hurt if he leaves.
Guanlin did the wisest decision. Leaving Korea, with only one broken heart. And it was Guanlin’s broken heart.
He started untying the string around the box and opens it. He sees different kinds of envelopes, with different dates.
And it was your hand writing.
Guanlin started reading them one by one, and it was obvious that his heart started pounding real fast and tears started to form in his eyes. The letter was about your feelings, during that day when Guanlin first confessed to you.
The second letter was about falling in love with Guanlin and how much you appreciated him
The third letter was about the fear of going to college, but you were sure and happy that you’re going to college with Guanlin.
The fourth letter was about the time when your feelings were confirmed. You were truly in love with Guanlin.
The fifth letter was about how much you love Guanlin and how your first kiss went.
The sixth letter’s paper were kind of new, and it was dated two years ago. Guanlin tilts his head and wondered why there was a letter dated two years ago.
“I guess this letter is just from her mom, telling me to stay away once I receive this.” Guanlin shrugs, placing the letters in the box again, but he notices a little note folded sticker on the cover of the box.
He unfolds it, and it was newly written.
Guanlin…. I miss you.
–end–
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A Major Life: San Diego
Rating: T (For some swearing)
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A/N- So this one gets a little deeper into baseball than previous ones. Also, I edited out a bunch of parts that could show up in later in some snippets. The majority of it involved Kristoff’s family and I’m still thinking about it. Some useless knowledge, but in case you are interested, Kristoff has 5 siblings in this fic- an older brother, a younger biological sister who’s five years younger (Kiersten- she’s the only one actually mentioned specifically in this chapter), another sister who’s around three years younger than him, a brother in high school and his youngest sister, who will just be going into high school.
Adorable art from @kristannafever
“Kari! Get over here and give me a hug!”
Karoline was already wiggling out of Kristoff’s hold. She spotted Sven in the lobby before they walked through the main doors of the hotel. As soon as she was down, she raced over and Sven swept her up into his arms.
“I missed you so much!” Sven exclaimed.
Karoline was unusually quiet. It almost looked like she didn’t believe he was here. She put both hands on the side of Sven’s face and studied him. When she seemed satisfied that she was really seeing him in person, she moved her arms around Sven’s neck to hug him.
“I missed you too, sweetie,” Sven said, rubbing his hand over Karoline’s back.
Kristoff and Anna strolled up to where Sven was standing. Karoline caught sight of them and flashed the largest smile. “It’s Sven!”
Sven grinned at them and leaned down to give Anna a hug with his free arm. Then he quickly pulled Kristoff into a strong side hug.
“Nice whiskers,” Sven laughed when he got a good look at Kristoff after he let go of him.
“What?” Kristoff shrugged. “We went to the zoo. How can you go to the zoo and not get your face painted?”
Karoline grasped Sven’s cheeks and moved his head so he was looking directly at her. “I’m a peacock and mama is a zebra and daddy is big lion.”
Sven chuckled and Karoline’s excitement, finally noticing the colorful and much more elaborate whirls of paint than her parents had on the side of her face. “And who came up with those?”
“Me!” Karoline smiled proudly. All of the sudden, her face changed to a look of concern. After a moment, she patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry. You can be an animal too.” Karoline stopped, in deep thought until she grinned again. “I know. You can be a reindeer!”
“It fits you so well,” Kristoff said, with a smirk over at his friend.
“Hey,” Sven shot a look at Kristoff. “If Kari says I’m a reindeer, then I’ll proudly be one. …As long as there’s no face paint,” he quickly added.
“Alright missy.” Anna came up to the pair. “You are a sticky mess and mama’s tired. Time to get up to the room.”
Sven let out a small whine and jokingly stepped back.
“You aren’t helping,” Anna said shooting a teasing glare to Sven.
Kristoff placed his hand on Anna’s shoulder. “Go on up. I need to close out our bill and make sure our room switches over to the league’s account. I’ll bring her up with me.”
Anna smiled up at Kristoff and nodded. “Are we still seeing you for dinner?” Anna asked, turning back to look at Sven as she started to walk away.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
Kristoff was already at the front desk when Sven came up to him. Karoline reached out for Kristoff and he took her from Sven.
“We have to pick up passes,” Sven said. “I came down to grab them. They are closing off our tower tomorrow. Players and guest only.”
“Oh?” Kristoff responded. “I’ve never stayed anywhere that did that before.”
Sven gave out a hearty laugh. “Welcome to the land of the big dogs my friend.”
The receptionist informed them the passes weren’t ready, but if they were willing to wait, they’d have them in a few minutes or they could send them up to the rooms. It wasn’t busy now and Karoline was starting to fall asleep in Kristoff’s arms, so the two decided to wait for a bit in the lobby.
“After dinner you owe me a beer,” Sven said sitting down in one of the chairs.
“I owe you a beer?” Kristoff sat down in the couch next him. Karoline was already sleeping and he adjusted her to make sure she’d be comfortable.
“Yes. I flew out here a day early to see you, it’s the least you can do to thank me.”
“I seem to remember it being your idea to meet us out here.”
Sven waved his hands out. “Minor details. But either way, are you up for a few later?”
“Of course. I just need to get Karoline settled first. I can’t miss story time.”
“You read to Kari every night?” Sven asked.
“It’s kind of our thing.”
Sven stretched, throwing his arms out. “I don’t think I’ve seen Anna in what? Two months? I was surprised when she said she was coming out.”
“There was no stopping her. The doctor said it was fine and it’s her choice to decide if she was up for going.”
“Well, she looks good. What’s the due date again?”
“September 23rd.”
Sven threw his head back and laughed. “Oh man are you two lucky! Right before the playoffs!” He stopped to look at Kristoff. “So what’s plan? And don’t say anything because we both know you’re going to win the division at the rate the teams going.”
“We’re home the last week of the season and I have permission to take off a couple days as long as we’ve already clinched. The team wants to rest the pitchers anyway as long as possible.”
“And how are you going to manage the post with a new baby in the house?”
“We have someone to help at night.” Kristoff paused searching for the name. “A night nurse I think it’s called, but I don’t really know. I had to sign an agreement with player relations that we’d hire one.”
“Oh wow. They aren’t kidding around.”
“It’s the playoffs. I’m not happy about not being able to help that much. But at least Anna can get some sleep, so I suppose it’s not the worst thing. Plus Anna’s sister is coming in for a bit and my mom will be there.”
Kristoff caught Sven grinning over at him. “What?”
“Kristoff Bjorgman, family man. It’s a good look on you.”
The desk clerk came over with the passes. On the way to the elevator Sven spoke again, his tone serious. “You seem to be in a good mood. Are you feeling better about things since the last time we talked?”
Once in the elevator, Kristoff answered him. “I’m here. I’m having a good time. This could be the only all-stars I ever go to and I’m going to enjoy it. We’ll see what happens in a few days when we’re all back. But I’m tired of the way that things have been. I’m done with everyone’s opinion on what I need to do or say or think for things to get better. I’m taking charge of my program and if I go down it’s going to be of my own accord, not bending and trying to change to what others think I need to do.”
The elevator opened and Sven stepped out. He turned around quickly, pointing at Kristoff and smiling as the door closed. “That’s the Bjorgman I know! I love it! We’ll talk more after dinner.”
On the other side of the door in their hotel room, Karoline was a fit of giggles. From the noise, Anna could make out Karoline and Kristoff were playing some game that involved him tossing her onto the bed repeatedly. Her laughter was pure joy and it made Anna smile as she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She ran her fingers through her hair that was already parted into two sections.
Anna always braided her hair in some form whenever she went to see Kristoff play. It had been this way ever since they were first dating. Kristoff teased after one of the early games she attended that it must have been good luck since they won. Anna didn’t bother to mention that she only braided her hair that day because it was hot, but she wore it that way for the next several games she went to and the team kept winning and the tradition somehow stuck.
It hit her that Kristoff wasn’t even announced to play tonight. Why was she going through the motions? This was silly. A quirky superstition Kristoff had that carried no weight. She should just leave her hair down and stop wasting time worrying about something that was completely out of her control. But she couldn’t bring herself to move.
“Babe! I have to leave in 5 minutes. Are you almost done?” Kristoff’s voice broke through her thoughts making her jump.
“One second!” Anna called back. She looked in the mirror again and let out a sigh before straightening up. “Positive thoughts,” she said and quickly twisted her hair into two braids.
When she walked out into the room, Kristoff had Karoline upside down by her feet. She was telling him to let her go, but laughing in between.
“Hi mama,” Karoline said as Kristoff flipped her around so she could stand on the bed. “We were playing!”
“It sounded like you were having fun! Daddy has to leave now. Say goodbye and wish him good luck.”
Karoline jumped back into Kristoff’s arms and gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek. “Play good baseball, daddy.”
“Thanks, bug. I’ll see you after the game.”
Kristoff put Karoline down and she went to play with her toys at the table by the window. Anna watched Kristoff collect his things and followed him to the door. When he turned to Anna, she didn’t give him time get any words out. She reached up, placing both hands to his cheeks and pulled him down for a kiss. His body stiffened, surprised at the forcefulness of her lips, but he quickly relaxed and his hands fell to small of her back. Kristoff pulled her closer to him, matching the intensity of her kiss.
“What was that for?” Kristoff asked when the kiss ended. He kept his arms on her back, still holding her to him.
“That was because I love you.” Then Anna kissed him again. Kristoff let out a low hum as their lips met, massaging his fingers against her skin in response. When they stopped, Anna moved her eyes up to Kristoff, still in his embrace. “That one is for good luck.”
Kristoff looked down at Anna and moved his hand up to run his fingers along one of her braids. “Thank you,” he said softly. He looked as if he was about to say something more, but changed his mind.
They both reluctantly pulled away from each other. There wasn’t enough time for Anna to tell Kristoff how proud she was of him and for all the emotions threatening to pour out of her. All their struggles and sacrifices and countless times apart had led them here. Kristoff deserved this regardless of whether he played or not. She could tell him more tonight- would tell him- after the game, when the noise of fans were gone and all the excitement from the night died down and it was just the two of them again. When he’d look at her the same way he always did and she’d think it almost impossible to feel so loved.
Anna gained her composure and gave Kristoff a bright smile. “Be ready when they announce you. You better believe you’ll be able to hear my cheering across the stadium.”
“Wouldn’t doubt that for a second.” Kristoff bent down and gave Anna one last quick kiss. “I love you.”
“Love you, too,” she said as he started to open the door. “Kristoff?”
“Hmm?”
“Promise me you’ll have fun tonight?”
He looked her square in the eyes and she could see the sincerity in them. “I promise. Now, I really have to leave. I’ll see you in a few hours.”
“Wait,” Anna said, reaching behind her neck and fumbling to remove her necklace. Kristoff gave her a confused look when she held out her hand to him.
He looked down at her palm. Anna could almost see his mind searching for what she wanted. Finally, understanding came over his face. Kristoff nodded his head a few times. He spread the fingers of his left hand and pulled off his wedding band, handing it over to Anna. “Keep it safe.”
“I always do.”
Anna threaded her necklace through the ring and handed the ends back to Kristoff so he could clasp it back around her neck. She spun around, grabbed his hand and kissed right next to where the scripted letter A was tattooed on his ring finger that he had gotten for all the times he couldn’t wear his ring when he played.
Then she lifted her head confidently at him. “Now get out of here,” she said pushing him playfully out the door.
Alright let’s do this. Let’s meet the National League All-Star team.
The announcer began introducing the players along the third base line in team order. Anna was seated fifteen rows back from the dugout surrounded by Kristoff’s family. Cliff sat next to her, as he always tended to do when they were at games together. To her right was Karoline and Kristoff’s sister, Kiersten. Everyone else was either sitting directly in front or back of her, with Bulda in the next row back, sitting alongside Sven’s parents.
Anna could see Kristoff scanning the crowd. He had an idea of where they were all sitting, but hadn’t placed them yet. She kept her focus on him, inching forward on her seat in anticipation as the announcer got closer to his name. Then he found her, holding his gaze on Anna right before his name was called.
From the Chicago Cubs, Kristoff Bjorgman
Kristoff lifted his hat to the applause as Anna and the group around her all jumped to their feet and screamed as loud as they all could in the short moment before the announcer moved to the next player. Anna caught Kristoff’s chuckle at their antics before he tipped his head down so the cameras wouldn’t catch him laughing.
It wasn’t long before the starting line-up was called and Anna was once again on her feet.
Batting second, Third baseman from the St. Louis Cardinals, Sven Olsen.
Sven ran out and lined up with the rest of the starters. After the other starters were called, the teams scattered to their sides in preparation of the first inning. Anna followed Kristoff walking to the bull pen until he disappeared from sight. She settled in, ready to watch Sven and hoping beyond hope she’d see Kristoff on the pitcher’s mound sometime tonight.
Sitting in the bullpen really wasn’t as bad as Kristoff imagined. The atmosphere was light and all the guys seemed to be in a good mood. Even better was one of his teammates also made the cut and Kristoff was able to sit by him for a bit.
He thought he’d be more uncomfortable sitting around during the game, itching to get out there and throw. But he kept his focus on his overall experience. He was able to get some long tosses in yesterday during the All-Star workout for the media and simply being on the field amongst the best of his peers was satisfying enough for him.
Three days from now everything would start to count again. He was determined to go into the second half of the season with a different mindset. No longer was he going to try to conform to what everyone else thought he needed to fix or change or do. Regardless of the outcome, the next days and weeks were going to be on his terms. He could live with what happened then. He would be in control.
Kristoff was so wrapped up in his thoughts he didn’t notice how fast they were going through pitchers. Usually the second and third pitchers each got two innings, but they had both come and gone in one. It was already coming up to the sixth inning now and they had gone through five guys.
“Bjorgman! You’re up! Inning after next. Go warm up.”
Kristoff’s head snapped up at the pitching coach, who had just finished with the call from the dugout. The coach caught his confusion and added. “The outcome of this game could mean something to you. Go have a say in how one the innings will turn out.”
His mind was racing. Kristoff didn’t even remember grabbing his glove, yet somehow it was in his hand and he was stepping up to the rubber in the bullpen to start his warm up. Everything was moving too fast and this wasn’t going to go well if he couldn’t get himself under control quickly.
Kristoff took a step back from the mound, closing his eyes, and concentrating on getting his breathing regulated. There wasn’t much time so Kristoff focused in on what he needed to do. One inning, three outs. That was all. He went through an abbreviated visualization of his pitches, pushing out all other thoughts. Kristoff opened his eyes and stepped back up to the mound. One inning, three outs.
The only stakes in the game tonight was home field advantage in the World Series for the winning league. But for Kristoff, it meant everything. He was going to show everyone he deserved to be here, that his run wasn’t over and he was one of the pitchers to be feared again. He was going to make every hitter that stepped up to the plate the next inning wish they hadn’t gone up against him tonight.
One inning, three outs. He was completely in his zone when he reached his hand up to kiss the A on his finger. He pulled his glove on and held it out for the catcher to toss him the first ball.
Anna flopped down in her seat, just coming back from talking to one of the wives from Kristoff’s old team. She probably wasn’t paying as much attention to the game as she should be, but she had at least caught all of Sven’s at bats and was watching enough to prove it to Sven when he’d ask her about it later tonight. Karoline was sitting on Bulda’s lap. She’d been so wonderful tonight; cheering whenever she saw Sven and occupying the rest of her time being entertained by one of Kristoff’s siblings.
The inning changed over without Anna even glancing up. She was turned to Kiersten who was talking a mile a minute about one of the players she met the night before during the friends and family time on the field before the home run derby. He texted her before the game and Anna completely loved the sparkle in Kiersten’s eyes. It amused her to no end thinking about how Kristoff would react to hearing any of this. He definitely wouldn’t be happy about it, but Kiersten was 21, going on 22 and could make her own decisions.
“Anna.”
Still engrossed in the conversation, she didn’t hear her name.
“Anna.”
Cliff lightly shook her shoulder to get her attention. Anna twisted her body to him and was met with a giddy expression on his face. “Anna, look!” he said, pointing over to the bullpen.
It was difficult to see at this angle and with the fencing up, but she instantly recognized Kristoff throwing. Anna shot up, trying to get a better view. She could tell right away how he was if she could see his face. Somewhere from behind a voice yelled at her to sit down, but all she could do was wave her hand behind her as she continued her laser focus at the bullpen.
“Anna, sit,” Cliff said. He tugged on her arm enough to get her to comply. He placed an earbud in her hand and his phone screen was in her face. At first Anna tried to bat it away but she finally looked at the game streaming on his phone and saw there was a close up of Kristoff warming up. She shoved the earbud in her ear to catch what was being said.
Kris Bjorgman from Chicago is getting loose. He’ll be the 6th pitcher tonight for the National League.
“He’s okay,” Anna said to herself after getting a good look at him. “He’s ready!” she exclaimed to Cliff with relief in her voice.
Cliff put his arm around Anna. “Come on bud. Show’em what you can do,” he said, looking out to the bullpen
The next outs dragged on until finally there was a pop fly caught ending the inning and the teams switched. Anna’s hand flew up to her mouth when she saw Kristoff jogging from the back of the outfield. She was transfixed on his every move, searching for any signs that this outing would be good or not. This was supposed to be a fun game designed to entertain the fans. But Anna knew all eyes from the team owners, managers, coaches and GMs were on Kristoff and they were ready to pick apart every pitch.
Everything went quiet when Kristoff stepped over the baseline. It was a good sign. Lately, he could hear the crowds when he pitched, his mind unable to tune them out. All the noise got to him, distracting him from his pitches. He didn’t hear anything in the stands now; only the voices from the infielders and dugout were in clear focus. Every subtle movement, kick at the dirt, shift of feet off the bases were in focus, waiting for him to react. Kristoff took a few last warm up throws to get settled before the hitter stepped into the batter’s box.
“You got this Kris! You got this!” Sven yelled at him from the dugout. He was out of the game now, leaning against the railing intently watching Kristoff with the rest of Kristoff’s teammates.
Kristoff’s vision tunneled at the catcher’s glove. He watched for the signs nodding yes at the second one. One last deep breath and he felt the monster come alive again as he wound up for the pitch. All the energy exploded from his body, hurling the ball toward the plate. The curve ball came in; spinning so fast that Sven would later swear he heard a sizzling sound before it made contact with the catcher’s glove.
“Filthy!” Sven yelled from the dugout as soon as the ump called the strike. “The spin on that ball could rip a shirt!”
Kristoff threw again, getting the count to two strikes and a ball. Everything felt right. His body was strong and fluid and he quickly built up a nice rhythm in his throws. The next balls flew in and the batter foul tipped three pitches in a row.
Sven continued his comments after each pitch. “He’s running scared now!” Sven said, turning his attention to the hitter. “How many times you gonna foul those pitches? C’mon take a real swing!”
Sven’s antics reminded Kristoff of how much he missed playing with his friend. Sven talked to anybody and anyone in a 25 yard radius of him during a game. He’d have entire conversations with catchers at the plate over the course of a game. During their time playing together in college, Sven had gotten into the habit of yelling over to Kristoff in between pitches, just like he was doing now.
Another pitch headed for the plate that sounded like a pissed-off bumble bee. The batter barely managed to tip the ball again to send it into the net. Kristoff paused. He watched the signals coming from the catcher. Slider. He shook it off. Curve ball. Fuck no. When the catcher finally signaled for a fast ball, it only took a slight nod of his head to confirm. Like a missile, the ball shot towards the catcher only to be met with the whoosh of a bat.
The ump raised his right hand into a fist and pumped it forward with authority. “Strike!”
The next two batters were up and down with barely any pitches. The sound after he threw his last curve-ball of the inning was music to his ears; the sharp thud of the ball making contact with the catcher’s glove for a swing and a miss.
Kristoff walked out of the infield with his head down the same way he walked on. He stopped in front of the dugout, finally letting out a shaky breath. He lifted his head, searching again for the one face he had to find. It didn’t take long this time for him to find Anna. She was standing with his cheering family, hands covering her mouth. She dropped them down when she made eye contact with him giving him the most beautiful smile. Kristoff quickly touched his finger to his nose, getting the same response back from Anna. It was their private communication to each other when they were surrounded by crowds. “I love you,” was all it meant, but it carried the weight of the world for them.
In the dugout, Kristoff was greeted with excited high fives and pats on the shoulders from his teammates. He walked past everyone looking for a place to sit, but was enveloped in two large arms as Sven picked him up and twirled him around. He didn’t let go of Kristoff, opting to give him a kiss on the cheek.
“You know we’re on TV,” Kristoff deadpanned, still locked in Sven’s arms.
“Of course. Why else would I be doing this? Maybe we’ll make the highlights!”
“I hate you so much right now.”
Sven let out a bawdy laugh, putting Kristoff down. “You know you love me. Don’t even pretend you don’t.”
Kristoff and Anna said their last good nights and confirmed the time to meet in the morning. The door closed quietly in front of them and they went to walk down the hall.
“That was so nice of your parents to offer to take Karoline.”
“Offer?” Kristoff raised his eyebrows at Anna. “They didn’t really give us a choice. Practically pulled her out of my arms.”
“They did nothing of the sort. But you know how insistent your mom can be.”
“That’s one of the biggest understatements I’ve ever heard.”
Anna yawned. “Why does their room have to be the farthest from the elevator? I’ve been on my feet all day, I think I can feel them swelling- “There was a surprised yelp from Anna as Kristoff went behind her and gathered her up.
“I can walk, you know,” Anna said, trying to sound as annoyed as possible.
“I know, but I wanted to carry you.” Kristoff came to a halt. “Unless you really want me to put you down.” He started to lower the arm that cradled her knees.
“No! No, that’s not necessary. I’ll let you carry me this one time.”
Kristoff smirked at her. “Didn’t think so.”
They made it to the elevator and once inside, Anna let out a sigh. “This was a good day.” She rested her head on Kristoff’s shoulder. After a few moments, she sensed Kristoff looking down at her. “What?” she asked, looking back up at him.
“I was thinking about that kiss from earlier today.”
“Which one? The first or second.”
“Both.”
“No favorite?”
“I can’t choose.”
“How about a tie breaker?” Anna teased.
“Mmm, yes good idea.”
Anna wrapped her arms tighter around Kristoff’s neck as she felt Kristoff’s lips meet hers. It was sweet and soft and they both were so lost in the moment that they didn’t hear the door open or notice the two couples waiting on the other side. A cough from broke them apart. Kristoff quickly exited the elevator while Anna gave them all a wave as they walked past.
He slowed his gate when the door closed again. “Know either of them?” Anna asked.
“American Leaguers,” Kristoff grumbled.
“Oh my god, I wonder what they were thinking when they saw us.” Anna giggled again at the thought of their reactions.
“They probably think we’re on our way to have sex,” Kristoff answered, not giving much thought to his response.
Anna tilted her head up at Kristoff giving him a mischievous grin. “Well, we wouldn’t want to disappoint anyone. And we do have the room to ourselves.”
Kristoff looked at Anna unconvinced. “I didn’t think you were really up for that much anymore.”
They came to their door and Kristoff put Anna down so he could find his key.
“We haven’t done it in San Diego before,” she said running her finger up his chest.
“Anna-“
Anna pulled Kristoff down closer to her. “Kristoff, when a pregnant woman offers you sex, you do not try to turn her down.”
Kristoff’s grin widened at her. “Well in that case, I suppose I should take you up on it. For moral support.”
“Don’t push your luck, buddy,” she said before kissing him again.
“Come on,” Anna exclaimed after Kristoff finally opened the door. They both tumbled in the room in a fit of laughter ready to enjoy the rest of their evening alone.
#A Major Life: San Diego#Baseball AU#Edin what did you write#True fact- baseballs do make noise going through the air when they are thrown hard enough or a certain way#You have to be pretty close to hear it#I have a thought about a part 2 of this story if I ever finish this and get around to it#If I ever write it#it would be important that Kristoff have a biological sibling#So that's there for no other reason
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Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 fics (or however many you have altogether) and see if there are any patterns. Then, tag some of your fave authors.
tagged by the ever lovely @kiokushitaka ! thank you <3 (and sorry this took me so long - i am the worst)
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Reciprocate
There weren’t many things that surprised Moblit anymore. Working under Hange had made him immune to the shock of the uncertain and unknown. But that didn’t mean there still weren’t some things that managed to catch him off guard.
Like when Levi said
“Sure.”
Moblit was joking when he had asked if Levi wanted to go out drinking with him. He expected a curt “No”, accompanied by a disgusted scowl, as that was what anyone else ever got. Even Erwin, on those rare nights he wasn’t cooped up in his office, was rebuffed time and again.
Alow/Lethargic
Jean had planned to go to the gallery. It was opening exhibition night for him and a handful of other students. It was bad manners - and bad self-promotion - not to go, but Jean was so fucking tired from finishing the projects in his showcase, and then setting them up, that he decided: Fuck it. He was going to go to bed. He would have been dead on his feet had he gone anyway.
He was enjoying some quality shut-eye until his dorm door slammed open and jolted him awake.
“Sorry.”
That was Levi’s voice. Jean would recognize it anywhere. He was almost always with Eren; they were near inseparable as a couple.
Defile/Hummock/Slough
“Alright! Everyone line up! It’s time for lunch!”
There are screams and shouts and what sounds like a herd of tiny buffalo as the kids abandon whatever they are doing on the playground and run towards Petra and Levi. Once they are all in order - or as orderly as a bunch of first graders will get anyway - Petra marches them inside, single file. Levi stands to the side and counts them as they pass.
Twenty...twenty-one...twenty-two…
Levi frowns. They’re missing one.
(oops, this got waaaaay long, so check out the rest under the cut~!)
Cartographer/Orientate
For all the hell they went through, the defeat of the titans came quickly enough. It was...odd. The world as they knew it had effectively come to an end and they were left with nothing but the question
“What now?”
Eren looked at Jean. He didn’t have an answer for him. The walls were gone, taken down bit by bit, titan by titan. Eren was so tired. He wanted to sleep, but at the same time he felt too restless to do it.
“Well,” Armin piped up from between them, “we spent so much time fighting to live. Now we can actually do it.”
Pittance/Factoid/Junket
Mike did well. Levi half believed he had punched Erwin after all. And Erwin took his supposed beating quite gracefully. Whoever that Hange person was, they knew how to write a speech. It made Erwin sound noble for persevering through this hardship, and it gave him a chance to reiterate his intent to clean up crime in the city, should he be elected.
Of course, Lobov dealt with that in a press conference of his own. He came on a mere hour after Erwin, slander dripping from his tongue.
“--a fake attack meant to get him sympathy votes and nothing more--”
If Lobov hadn’t already shelled out the money, Levi would have been worried he had actually figured out it was fake. But, as it was, it just made the statement hilarious to Levi.
Tatterdemalion
The trek up the mountain was as arduous as he remembered, but Erwin was prepared for what was at the peak this time.
Or so he hoped.
The price for a spell was not clear cut. There was no starting cost based on the nature and power of it, or how it might be used. There was only estimation and uncertainty.
The first time Erwin came he did not realize this. He had brought a sack of gold, thinking that currency would be an acceptable currency. Levi - or The Tiny Witch as most people called him, though Erwin was certain he shouldn’t call Levi that to his face - had sneered at him and told him to leave. Perplexed, Erwin went back down the mountain. Was it not enough? He returned a few days later with double the gold and was met with the same reaction.
Eighty-six
“The usual?” Hunk asks him when he comes in.
Lance supposes he should be more concerned that he has a regular order at the fast food restaurant on the college campus, but considering the perks - frequent discounts on his food and access to the company’s private, password protected wi-fi so he gets faster internet - he can’t seem to find a reason to be concerned at all.
“Yeah,” he answers, digging out a few crumpled bills from his pocket and laying them on the counter.
“Rough day?” Hunk asks as he takes the money and taps in Lance’s order.
Ambiguous
Levi’s phone pinged and he dug it out of his pocket, tapped at the notification and opened his email. It was an e-vite to Erwin’s birthday party. Hange already knew Levi was coming - he had helped them book the hotel for the occasion just a few days prior - but he supposed this was his official invitation. He replied with a Of course I’m coming, you shitstain, then scrolled to the bottom in search of the most important information.
What the fuck to take.
He had asked Hange to list some ideas so he could attempt to get a decent present for once - he was abysmal at gift giving, tending to go for things that were boring and practical over exciting and inventive.
Levi stopped scrolling when he saw “gift ideas” and pursed his lips in disappointment when he read the message:
Bring something nice! :)
Hyperbole
Levi sneers at the bowl Kenny sets before him. “This looks so bad it’s already giving me the shits.”
“Listen hear, you little cuss, you said you were hungry so I made you dinner.” It’s only defrosted and reheated leftovers of some questionable casserole the old lady downstairs made Kenny nearly a year ago, but still. It’s something. “And it looks just fine,” Kenny grumbles.
“If I eat it, I’ll probably die. Do you want to kill me?”
“Getting close.”
Vaticination
Erwin should have seen this coming, but hindsight, as they say, is twenty-twenty.
The plan was: the more decorated officers he brought, the more admirable the Survey Corps would seem, and the more funding they would potentially get from the nobility. Of course the plan didn’t work if all of his most decorated officers were either too anti-social or too in-your-face.
Widdershins/Snaffle
There was the sound of a doorbell and Armin lifted his head, watched as the security guard swung around in his chair and looked at the monitor on the desk by the door. He stood and pressed the button, and in walked Armin’s dad.
“Hello,” he greeted the guard, “I received a call about Armin Arlert?”
“You the dad?” the guard asked.
“Yes,” he smiled. “Erwin Smith.” He held out his hand.
Napery
When Erwin came home Levi was ironing the table linen.
It’s not as if that never happened, but normally the only time it did was after washing them and before using them, which was only around the holidays. It was August now, nothing of note in sight for months, so Erwin immediately knew something was wrong.
“Levi?”
Levi’s shoulders twitched and he put the iron down, but he didn’t turn.
Flack
Levi was halfway through his cup of tea when a man - taller than Erwin, how even? - knocked on the back door and let himself in to the tune of Erwin’s mother cooing “Mikey!”
“Dee,” he greeted in return.
“How have you been?” she asked.
“Good, thanks,” he said quietly, smiling at her. His gaze flicked to Levi. “This the short son of a bitch you mentioned on the phone?”
“Oi,” Levi huffed.
Brachiate
There are many questions Levi could ask at this moment--
Are you okay? Do you need help? Who’s going to pay for my window? How did you manage to throw yourself through my kitchen window in the first place?
--but all that comes out of his mouth is:
“The fuck?”
Ignoble
Exude confidence, Levi reminded himself. He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders, sat up a little straighter in his chair. Act like you’re supposed to be here.
Because he certainly didn’t feel like he did. Everyone was walking around like they had been birthed in their Armani suits, five dollar coffee cups in their hands along with the silver spoon.
Levi, on the other hand, couldn’t stand coffee, and, even if he could, certainly wouldn’t pay that much for it. He wasn’t exactly dressed for success, either. Sure, he was in a suit, but it was an ill-fitting one. It belonged to his uncle that he hadn’t seen in years. It smelled like smoke and everything was too big. He had to hike the waistband up to his ribcage in order to get the crotch to fit right, and the arms and legs were so long that he had to fold the extra fabric up and in and pin them in place to get them to stay.
It had him feeling like he was still ten, despite just turning thirty.
Watershed/Transpicuous
“Tell me - what was it like aboard the Rogue?” Erwin asks.
It’s not a loaded question by any means, but Jean can make it one, depending on his answer.
“Armin’s doing fine,” he answers, deciding to risk it.
The air stills immediately. Hange stops flipping through the book in her hand and Levi sits up straighter in his chair. Mike glances to Erwin who nods at him, then he pops his head into the hallway to make sure no one is around before closing the door with a clatter and locking it.
Jean swallows. He is so dead.
Sarcasm
The buzzer for their door goes off and Mikasa jumps.
“Annie, the door.”
“Ignore it,” she says, continuing to lick and bite up the inside of Mikasa’s thigh.
Another, longer buzz sounds, and then Mikasa’s phone starts to ring.
Annie sighs and releases Mikasa’s skin from between her teeth, presses her face into the bed. “Persistent fucking...I swear if it's--”
“Hello, Jean,” Mikasa greets over the phone.
Annie growls and rolls off the bed.
Munificent
It starts small - a kiss to the cheek before he leaves for work, flowers at his desk when he gets there. Before his stomach can even growl for lunch he gets a special carryout delivery from his favorite Turkish restaurant. In the afternoon another bouquet arrives, this time accompanied by a box of chocolates - imported chocolates that Eren knows costs well over three hundred dollars.
When he leaves at the end of the day, instead of taking the subway a car is waiting for him outside to take him home. The ride is longer because of rush hour, but the interior is cool and comfortable in a way that the subway definitely is not, and there’s a bottle of champagne he can sip on as he waits.
Eren knows his face is red, can feel his ears burning - when the car pulls up to their high rise apartment complex and he gets out to follow the path of rose petals on the ground that lead into the foyer and to the elevator, which, instead of its normal smooth jazz jingle, plays the first song they ever danced to as he rides it up.
Retrospective
“This is the faculty art show. Shouldn’t you be out there mingling, Eren?” Levi asked.
Yes, he should be, but how could he when his pants were pitched like a fucking circus tent?
This was his fault, he supposed. He forgot it was opening night or else he wouldn’t have taken Levi’s suggestion that morning to wear a vibrating plug all day.
Eren jolted and gasped as Levi increased the setting.
“Shh,” Levi cooed, “or they’ll hear you.”
Unreconstructed/Occam’s Razor
“...of unreconstructed bias, but if we applied the principles of Occam’s Razor to the platform of business, we could project...Erwin are you listening?”
“Not really,” he admitted.
Hange sighed. “I need you to try and pay attention for me, please. If I’m going to be a TA for Professor Arlert, I need to get this presentation in order.”
“You’re not going to get his attention until he gets an eyeful of his sexy art man,” Mike said.
#tagged#my fic#snk fic#and that one lone#voltron fic#i hope all the links work i didn't do a double check on them
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