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visceravalentines · 2 years ago

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Peaches & Strawberries

Dilf!Bo Sinclair x AFAB!Reader

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Smut & fluff, age gap, dad's best friend, semi-public sex, Daddy kink, fingering, dirty talk & praise, soft orgasm denial, very mild alcohol use by Bo, reader is referred to as darlin', baby girl, pretty, and wears a skirt

Bo takes you to the farmer's market and definitely behaves the whole time.

Your weekends at Bo’s house became a regular occurrence. You made up all kinds of excuses for your parents – some friends from school were visiting the area, you heard about a cool museum exhibit a couple towns over, you were going camping. Finally your mother confronted you after a convoluted story about a rodeo, a car show, and a movie premiere all apparently taking place in one weekend.

“Sweetheart, did you meet someone?”

You felt your face heat up. “I mean…yeah, I did.”

“Well that’s wonderful! You can just tell us, you know, you’re an adult.”

“Yeah…I guess you’re right.”

“Where did you two meet, at work?”

“Yes, actually. He…came in the shop a few times.” He certainly had. More than a few. And he wasn’t the only one.

“Well when do we get to meet him?”

“Um, I don’t know. Probably not for a while. He’s…shy? And I don’t want to…freak him out.”

“I get it, honey, you don’t want him to think it’s too serious too soon.”

You had spent the majority of your waking hours and a significant portion of the sleeping ones with him for the past month. “Exactly. Nothing serious.”

“Well, whenever you’re ready, we’d love to meet him!”

“I’m sure you’ll think he’s…really something.”

She smiled. “Any friend of yours is a friend of ours, sweetheart.”

Bo choked on his coffee as you recounted this exchange. “She did not say that,” he coughed.

“She absolutely did, I was horrified,” you said.

“You’re makin’ things up to impress me.”

“I would never do that.”

“Mmm, you ‘member that time you said you knew what a catalytic converter was?”

“Doesn’t ring a bell.”

“And what did you bring me?”

“I don’t even know what it was.”

“Y’see my point.”

He kissed you, and you kissed him back. “You taste like coffee.”

“Gimme ten minutes and I’ll taste like you, baby girl.”

That smirk made you weak in the knees. “I knew there was a reason I put up with you.”

“You got some kinda attitude today, someone oughta fuck that outta you.”

“Are you offering?”

Bo smiled. “Beggin’ on bended knee, darlin’.”

“You’re gonna have to wait until we get back from the farmer’s market, I’m afraid.”

“With you dressed like this?” He gestured to your short, flouncy skirt. “You’re gonna get me kicked outta the farmer’s market.”

You gave him a look. “You better behave yourself.”

He held out a hand. “Nice to meet ya, I’m Bo. I’ve never behaved a day in my life. ‘Specially not with you around showin’ all that skin.”

You laughed and hooked your fingers in his belt loops. “Repeat after me. We are not fucking at the farmer’s market.”

“You’re gonna have to forgive me, I’m hard o’ hearing. Sounded like you said we are not fucking at the farmer’s market.”

“That is what I said.”

“Well then why are we even goin’.”

“Because it’s fun and we need fruit.”

He rolled his eyes, smiling, and kissed your forehead. “I have never seen you eat a fruit in my life.”

“Bo, I want to go!”

“We’re goin’! Your wish is my command, baby girl.”

Together you climbed in his truck and drove thirty minutes to the next town over, where your faces were not immediately recognizable. Bo pushed your skirt up to rest his hand in its customary place on your thigh. The sky was clear and the air was still cool and he looked so damn good in a trucker hat and sneakers. You felt such immense contentment ballooning in your chest it was almost too much to handle.

He was murmuring along with the song on the radio, fingers tapping in time on your leg. He looked over and caught you smiling at him. “Y’like what you see, darlin’?”

“Sure do.” You rubbed his thigh.

He scowled. “If I gotta be on my best behavior so do you.”

“I’m always on my best behavior.”

“Oho no you ain’t, you little liar.”

“I am!”

“No no no, you’re a goddamn temptress with that body.”

“I am not!”

“Battin’ those eyes, switchin’ them hips.”

“I do not do that.”

“Flirtin’ with customers, makin’ me jealous.”

You squeezed his knee. “I make you jealous?”

“Unbearably, darlin’.”

You leaned against his shoulder, looked up at him through your lashes, eased your hand up his inner thigh. “C’mon, Bo, you don’t have to be jealous.”

“Quiiit.” He took your wrist and placed it back in your lap. “I will pull this truck over right now.”

“And do what?”

He smirked. “You know what, baby.”

You grinned. “Okay, okay.” You leaned back in your own seat. “I’ll be good.”

He winked at you. “You sure will.”

This particular farmer’s market was hosted by a historical farm that now operated a petting zoo and a community garden. The property boasted a barn, a stable, and fields turned to grassy picnic space. The market today was busy, seething with couples, children, dogs.

Bo took your hand and led you down the first row of stands. You wandered all the way through every aisle once to get a feel for the various offerings before looping back to the beginning. People sold produce of all sorts, other foodstuffs like jam and honey and salsa, and a wide variety of non-edible wares including pottery, jewelry, clothing, and art.

Bo rested his hands on your hips from behind as you surveyed the happy chaos. “Alright, baby girl, what d’you want?”

“Peaches, strawberries, probably salsa, maybe bread.”

“How ‘bout you get peaches while I grab us lemonade from over there?” He gestured with his head.

“That sounds good. Don’t get lost, old man.”

“Don’t talk to any strangers, y’damn child,” he muttered, pinching your ass before he walked off.

The line for peaches was longer than it had any right to be. You scuffed your sneaker against the pavement, checked your shoulders for the early signs of sunburn.

“Hey, excuse me,” came a voice from behind you. You turned to find a man about your age, wearing reflective sunglasses and chewing gum with his mouth open. He could’ve been cute, but it was hard to tell. “This is the line for peaches, right?” You nodded politely. “Cool. You’re really pretty, by the way.”

You did the universal half-turn away from him that meant you were done interacting. “Thank you.”

Sunglasses had apparently never heard of this turn. “You got a boyfriend?”

You made a herculean effort to avoid rolling your eyes. “Yes.”

“Oh. Could I get your number though?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Are you here by yourself?”

You caught a glimpse of Bo approaching with a look on his face like he hadn’t decided yet whether he was going to assault this kid verbally or physically or both. “No, I’m with him.” You gestured with your head.

Sunglasses looked at Bo, then back at you. “Is that your dad?”

You barely bit back your laughter. The opportunity was too good to pass up. “Yeah, definitely.” You smiled at Bo as he sidled up next to you. “Hi, Daddy.”

“Hey baby.” Unfazed, he bent and kissed you, open-mouthed, all tongue. Sunglasses choked on his gum.

Bo pulled away from you to address your admirer. His arm was around your waist, immovable, possessive. There was a smirk on his face but his eyes were steel. “Y’stand there any longer and I’m gonna have to charge you admission.” His tone was icy. “Pick your jaw up and walk away.”

Sunglasses did just that, couldn’t put distance between him and you fast enough. Bo watched him go with barely disguised contempt. When he shifted his attention back to you, his expression softened immediately. He shook his head in mock disbelief. “I leave you alone for five fuckin’ minutes.”

You gazed up at him with admiration. “You scared the shit out of him.”

“Didn’t I tell you not to talk to strangers?”

“He talked to me.”

“‘S about to be the last mistake he ever makes.” His tone was light, didn’t match the hard set of his jaw.

“I’m okay, Bo, really.”

He kissed your forehead. “I’ve told you before, anyone gives you trouble, darlin’, I’ll make sure they get what’s comin’ to ‘em.”

You smiled, gave him a squeeze. “I believe it, baby.”

“Oh no, it’s Daddy now.” He handed you your lemonade. “Why you lookin’ at me like that?”

You faced forward in the line, chewing your lip. “We are not fucking at the farmer’s market,” you said under your breath.

Bo chuckled, put his hand on your lower back, his pinkie creeping below the waistband of your skirt. “You keep tellin’ yourself that, baby girl. Your lips on that straw are givin’ me other ideas.”

You finally reached the start of the line for peaches without further incident. Bo, a true Southern gentleman, gladly agreed to hold the bag for you.

Together you made your way to the rest of the stands you wanted to hit, managing to get sidetracked only by a booth with fancy soap. This proved to be a distraction in more ways than one when Bo whispered in your ear something about you, him, and a bath while you were in the process of paying the lady behind the table.

“Repeat after me,” you hissed under your breath as you walked away from the booth. “We are – “

“Not fuckin’ at the farmer’s market, I know. I was clearly talkin’ about afterwards. If you can’t keep your head right that ain’t my problem.”

Never had you wanted to kiss and slap someone at the same time.

At the strawberry stand, they gave you a little container of freshly whipped cream to go with the basket of berries. You were delighted and practically dragged Bo to an open space in the field by the barn. A big tree cast shade over couples and families picnicking in the heat.

He sat cross-legged on the grass and you sprawled with your head in his lap. You held the cream and he dipped strawberries, eating every other one himself and feeding the rest to you with the utmost delicacy.

“You’re too much, you know,” you said, gazing up at him, absolutely infatuated.

“Nah,” he said around a strawberry. “Sometimes things are just this good, darlin’. Just let ‘em be.”

The light came through the leaves in dapples like confetti. The grass was slightly sticky in the heat. The strawberries were cold and so was the cream and if you got to create your own heaven, this would almost certainly be a part of it.

You ran your finger around the inside of the container when it was nearly empty and made eye contact with him as you sucked off the cream. Bo looked down at you with the poker face he pulled off so well. “You ready to go?” you asked him sweetly.

“No,” he said. “I wanna look around a little bit. Maybe see what’s inside that barn.”

You cocked an eyebrow. “What do you think is going to be inside the barn?”

“Well darlin’, I just don’t know. Why don’t you come with me and we can find out together?”

The grass left crosshatch lines imprinted all over your arms and legs when you sat up. “I know what’s not in that barn.”

“I don’t think you know anythin’ until you’ve seen for yourself.”

The two of you climbed to your feet, dusting yourselves off, and with your bag in one hand and your hand in the other, Bo led you down the path to the barn door. Chickens bobbed and wandered aimlessly in front of the door. “‘Scuse us, ladies,” Bo addressed them as you picked your way through.

The barn was extremely well kept, with a row of pens on the righthand side housing a small donkey and a few sheep. The left side was split between an enclosed storage room with a loft high above it and a big open space with hay bales stacked three and four high. Two families with a few small children were preoccupied with the sheep when you walked in. It smelled like fresh hay and animal sweat, a sweet, earthy, not unpleasant smell.

You nodded at the parents of the babbling children, followed Bo past the animals to the back of the barn. A ladder led up to the hayloft. It was hung with a bright yellow chain and a sign saying “Do Not Climb.” Bo set your bag behind a hay bale, stood with his hands in his pockets and an eye on the families nearby, the picture of nonchalance.

“Bo,” you said warily.

“Yes dear.”

“What are you doing?”

“Just enjoyin’ the ambiance.” He gazed up the ladder. “What d’you think is up there?”

“Absolutely nothing.”

“Hmm.” The kids scattered out of the barn, shrieking, their parents ten steps behind. Bo reached behind you, grabbed your ass. “Go ahead and scootch up that ladder, let’s find out.”

“Bo!”

“Go on, baby girl.”

“The sign says we can’t.”

“Sure does.”

He pushed you gently to the base of the ladder. You stepped over the chain and started up the first few rungs.

“Damn, what a view.”

You twisted to look over your shoulder. He was staring up under your skirt with a lascivious grin on his face.

“You’re the devil.”

“Don’t I know it.”

You scrambled the rest of the way up the ladder and into the loft. It was filled with old farming equipment, dusty tools and bags of feed. Half a dozen hay bales were stacked on one end. Your footsteps echoed off the rafters as you moved away from the ladder.

Bo pulled himself up behind you. “See, there’s all kinds o’ stuff up here.”

“Yeah, I’m sure this shovel is exactly what you were hoping for.”

“I was hopin’ for a bed, actually. Knew it was a long shot.” He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, kissed your ear. “Y’know, this ain’t technically part o’ the farmer’s market.”

You tried to suppress a smile. “And what does that mean?”

“I think it means I’m gonna have my way with you right over there.” He inclined his head towards the hay bales. “Y’got any objections to that, baby girl?”

You tilted your head to one side, allowing him to kiss your neck. “We’re gonna have to be so quiet.”

“We’ve established you’re good at that.” He ran his hand up your ribs, over your breasts. His other hand fussed at your skirt. “Real well-behaved sometimes for such a naughty lil thing.”

“One of us has to be.”

He snickered and caressed your jaw with his thumb. “Makes it more fun to dirty you up, angel.”

You arched your back, pressed your ass against him. “Are you sure about this?”

“Absolutely.”

“It’s a barn, Bo.”

“I’d fuck you anywhere. Lemme make things a little more comfortable, how ‘bout that?” He let go of you, took off his hat, stripped off his shirt and draped it over a hay bale, then put his hat back on.

You couldn’t help but grin at the way he looked at you for approval. “You’re so fucking cute.”

“Quit flatterin’ me, c’mere.”

He sat on the hay, pulled you in to straddle his lap. His kiss was hungry and tasted like strawberries. You splayed your hands on his bare skin, combing your fingers through his chest hair. He put his hands on your thighs, slid them greedily up to the hem of your skirt, underneath it, up to your hips, around to your ass. You pressed yourself against him, exploring his mouth with your tongue.

“Can’t believe you were gonna make me wait for this til we got all the way home,” he murmured. “Would be downright cruel, darlin’.”

“Not all the way home,” you said breathlessly. “Just down the road a little.”

He laughed, kissed you, nipped at your lip. “Minx.” His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties. “Get these off.”

You tugged on his belt loops. “Get these off.”

“Don’t you boss me around. That ain’t no way to speak to Daddy.”

Your face heated up. “That does not need to catch on.”

“It’s caught, baby girl, now do as I say.”

You slid off him, worked your panties down your legs and stepped gingerly out of them. Simultaneously he undid his fly and adjusted his jeans to free his erection. You all but threw yourself back into his arms.

He supported your weight with his hands beneath your thighs as you started to grind against him. The way his lashes fluttered in response was unbearable, beautiful. He let out a quiet groan. The heat of him between your lips set you on fire.

“God, Bo, you can’t feel this good.”

He shook his head. “Darlin’, you can’t be sayin’ sweet things to me already or I’m gonna make a damn mess of this skirt.”

You bit your lips, smiling, and lolled your head back, digging your nails into his shoulders for extra leverage as you rocked back and forth. Bo pulled your top off over your head and kissed your breasts one at a time with something like reverence.

“You look mighty fine up there,” he said in a low voice.

You eased his hat off his head, put it on. “How ‘bout now?”

“Fuck. Even better.” He kissed the hollow of your throat, your collarbones, down the center of your chest. His cock was slick with precum and your arousal and you angled your hips to press him into your entrance.

“Ah-ah, not so fast, angel.” He pushed you back. “You gotta want it.”

You frowned down at him. “I do want it.”

He pinched his tongue between his teeth, smiled slyly. “Then ask nicely.”

You resumed sliding against him. “Please, can I have you inside me?”

“‘M not convinced, try again.”

“Please let me ride you, Bo.”

“Try again, darlin’.”

The sound of conversation below you made your stomach flip. You threw a glance over your shoulder and Bo took your chin, brought your gaze back to him.

“‘Scuse me, we were in the middle of somethin’,” he whispered.

“What if we get caught?”

“We ain’t gonna get caught.” He opened his knees, spreading your legs wider, and pressed himself against you. “Now ask me one more time.”

You met his pretty eyes. “Please, sir, will you fuck me?”

He pulled you onto his cock in answer, pushing halfway into you, eliciting a sharp intake of breath and a loud squeak of surprise. You clapped a hand over your mouth.

Bo shushed you, laughing quietly. “That’s more like it.”

He let you sink all the way onto him. You moaned softly under your breath and rested your chin on his shoulder. He drew you close, stretching you pleasantly around him. You wrapped him in your arms, hyperfocused on the quiver of him inside you, the involuntary squeezing of your walls.

He groaned in your ear, a deep, throaty sound that made goosebumps erupt down your back. You felt his tongue on your skin, tasting the sunshine salt of your sweat. ”Not gonna fuck you yet,” he murmured. “Just wanna sit with you a while.”

“Bo,” you whimpered. He hmmed in response and grazed your neck with his teeth. His mouth moved down your shoulder, across your chest, worshipping you with lips, tongue, and teeth. You ached for friction, felt so full and yet wound so tightly with need. Cautiously you wiggled your hips, just once, and were rewarded with a jolt of pleasure to your nerve endings and the dig of his fingers in your flesh, a reprimand.

“Please, Bo.” You arched against him and he acquiesced, began to bounce you up and down on his cock, so slowly, the tendons in his wrists jumping with the intensity he was holding back. You choked off a moan, closed your eyes tight, forgot about everything in the world except for the way he slid so nicely in and out of you. Your toes curled. You held onto his shoulders for dear life, let out a shaky sigh, a soft whine.

“Fuck, baby girl.” His whisper was hoarse. “Y’know what you’re doin’ to me?”

It was hot outside, hot up in the loft, not too hot to want him on top of you, all over you, and like he could read your mind, he lifted you off his lap, laid you down on the hay, straddled your hips and thrust himself back into you even deeper than before. No sooner had your mouth fallen open to release an involuntary cry when he suppressed it with his big, rough hand.

“Easy, darlin’, be good.” You moaned into his palm. “I know, I know.” He was hitting some spot deep inside you that made your eyes roll back, caused you to clench around him like you couldn’t bear to let him go for even a second. He took his hand off your mouth. “Y’like it like this?”

“Yes, sir.” Your voice was a frantic, tremulous whisper.

The rhythm of his hips was intoxicating. “I like you like this,” he breathed in your ear. “So pretty, all worked up. All mine.” You wrapped your legs around him, raked your nails down his back, bit your lip hard trying to hold it all in.

You could tell he was close as his thrusts became rougher. He nipped at your earlobe, hand squeezing your breast. “Call me Daddy, baby.”

Your whole abdomen snapped taut. “Daddy,” you gasped.

He growled, ramped up his pace. The friction between you was magnetic, a force. “You want it, darlin’?”

“Yes, please Daddy, please, god - “

He let out a gruff moan when he hit his peak, pushed his face against your cheek. You kissed him full on the mouth, lustful and needy, as he arched above you, muffling your desperate sounds on his lips as you came right behind him, clenching around his cock, pulling a ragged, overwhelmed gasp out of him.

The rafters came gradually back into focus up above as together you rode the waves of your ecstasy. Bo came down first, ran his thumb over your cheekbone, the corner of your jaw, watched the glaze over your eyes fade. The softest of smiles played on his lips.

“Anythin’ you want, darlin’, it’s yours. Move heaven ‘n earth if y’asked me to.”

You kissed him, kissed the scar on his chin. “How ‘bout you take me home and we get takeout on the way and then see about that bath?”

“Got a brain on ya too, huh?”

“Just a little bit left.”

“Hmm, we’ll have to fix that.” He placed a kiss on your forehead. “Get your clothes on, dammit, this is a public place.”

You dressed quickly and quietly. Bo’s shirt was cumstained and unwearable, so you provided him with a bonus from the peach vendor: a peach-colored t-shirt with “I eat 🍑” emblazoned on the front. It was slightly too small for his broad shoulders, the soft fabric tight across his chest, but he had no complaints.

It took forever for the crowd in the barn to wander out. You passed the time leaned against a mountain of bags of animal feed, kissing and giggling quietly like teenagers under the bleachers. Bo let you keep his hat on. The corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled at you. It rocked your world every time.

At long last the barn was empty and he let you climb down first. From the ground you looked up at the way his jeans hugged his ass.

“Damn. What a view,” you said with a grin.

Bo looked over his shoulder at you and smirked. “You’re lucky I like that mouth.”

He drove home holding your hand, made a quick stop at a Chinese restaurant you both loved. Together you ate on his couch and struggled through the worst game of chess that has ever been played.

While you put away the spoils of the farmer’s market, Bo ran a bath to wash off the sweat and dust of the day. The guest bathroom in the basement boasted a large jetted tub big enough for two. When you wandered downstairs, Bo was already in the water, reclining with his eyes closed and a glass of whiskey in hand. Almost every surface in the room was covered in flickering candles.

He opened his eyes and watched you undress wearing an expression of absolute serenity. You stepped into the water, settled in between his legs, laid your head back on his shoulder. When he wrapped his arms around you, you put your hands on his wrists and rubbed your thumb gently over his scars.

“Thanks for taking me out today. I had a good time.”

“Was a pleasure, darlin’.”

You gazed around the bathroom. “Where did you get all these candles?”

“Vince made ‘em.”

“He makes candles too? All of these?”

“Mmhm.”

“When do I get to meet him?”

He didn’t answer right away. When he did, his tone was guarded. “I dunno, baby girl. He don’t come around too often.”

You laced your fingers through his. “Did something happen?”

“Since when’d you get so nosy?”

“Sorry, I just…you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to talk about it. I just want to know about you.”

“‘S just a sensitive subject, but it’s alright, I’ll tell you about it. We ran a family business together back in Louisiana, all three of us. Inherited it from our parents when they died. Unfortunately, after a while, we stopped seein’ eye-to-eye on the direction to take things. It took a lot outta us, became our whole lives.

“Les and I were in favor of packin’ it in, movin’ on. Vin didn’t want to. He was outvoted. The whole operation meant a lot to him – meant a lot to all of us, but him especially – and he resented us for shuttin’ it down. Felt like we were abandonin’ him.” There was a strain to his voice. “We weren’t, least we weren’t tryin’ to, but…at some point you gotta live your own life the way you wanna live it. He had to accept it was time to let it go, no matter how much it hurt.”

“And you don’t talk anymore?”

“He sends me stuff, his art. All those sketches. The candles. But no. I ain’t seen his face for some years, except in the mirror.”

He sounded wistful, like he was trying to resign himself to the situation but couldn’t quite manage it. You squeezed his hands, nuzzled into his neck. You had a thousand more questions but didn’t want to hear him answer them in that hollow voice. “I’m sorry. It sounds like you were really close.”

“Close as you can be to another person, matter o’ fact. We were born conjoined.”

This shocked you. “Really?”

“Mmhm. Separated a few months after birth. Inseparable after that.” He traced shapes on your skin absently. “There ain’t words for losin’ somethin’ like that.”

No wonder he sounded gutted. You felt guilty for not knowing, guilty for asking, guilty there was nothing you could do to take away that hurt. “I’m sorry I brought it up.”

His hand stilled and he gave you a gentle squeeze. “Don’t worry yourself none. I don’t mind talkin’ to you about him. I hope you get to meet him someday. I always kinda thought he was my better half.”

“Better than you?”

“Oh yes, darlin’.” He kissed the back of your head. “I ain’t nothin’ special.”

“Well that’s not true.” You traced the back of his fingers. “What about Lester? Do you see him ever?”

“Les and I meet up a couple times a year. He’s up north, works for the forest service. He has a hunting cabin I stay at sometimes. Maybe I’ll take you up there.”

“I’d like that.”

“Me too, baby girl.” He chuckled softly. “You’ll like Lester. He’s weird.”

“Weirder than you?”

“You can’t imagine.”

His hand dipped beneath the water, fingertips trailing over your stomach, your thighs. Your muscles twitched with practiced anticipation when he brushed your clit. “Greedy, darlin’,” he murmured in your ear. “Can’t get enough o’ me, huh?”

“Never.”

“Good.”

He touched you casually, with practiced restraint, circling your clit and slipping his digits inside you with no sense of urgency.

In a matter of minutes you were putty in his hands. Each time you were close he withdrew, stroked your legs, kissed your neck, cupped his hand over your sex and held it there, warm and possessive. No amount of begging, pleading, or use of nicknames got you anywhere. Every time he touched you again it brought a wave of bitter relief but no satisfaction. He sipped his drink and watched you squirm.

You were all but weeping when he finally let you cum on his fingers, the exhilaration when he didn’t stop matched only by the euphoria when you hit your release at last. The candlelight was hazy, the water cooling, your entire body hot and tingling. Bo swallowed his last mouthful of whiskey and you could taste it on his tongue.

“Y’got any brains left?” You shook your head, dumbfounded. “Perfect. Let’s get you to bed, baby girl.”

He wrapped you in a fluffy towel, drained the tub, blew out the candles, and led you up to his bedroom.

“I know you always bring your own stuff, but I picked you up a few things.”

In his bathroom you found a toothbrush and toiletries, all the brands you preferred, neatly organized in the cupboards and drawers. Your heart nearly tumbled out of your chest.

“I cleared out half the dresser too, just so y’know,” he called from the next room. “Left side’s yours if y’want it.”

You thought you might just melt onto the floor. You padded back into the bedroom where he was pulling on a pair of pajama pants. He furrowed his brow when he caught you staring at him. “What?”

“You…remembered the things I like. Bo…that’s so thoughtful.”

To your surprise and delight, he flushed red. “It ain’t hard,” he said. “Thought it would make you comfortable.”

“It does.” Your smile was radiant. “And you made space for my clothes, too?”

He put his hands on his hips. “I’m not proposin’ or nothin’, just sick o’ you leavin’ your shit all over my house every weekend.”

“Sure.” You beamed at him. “Thank you so much.”

Bo huffed. “You’re welcome I guess. Would y’get in bed already? It’s so damn late.”

You settled in, pulled him close, hitched your leg over his hip. He rested his chin on your head and you felt him relax as he loosed a sigh. The sound of his heartbeat was low and comforting, your body blissed out and your mind at ease.

“I’m all yours, Bo,” you said into his chest.

“Don’t you forget it.”

“And you’re mine.”

His lips found yours in the darkness and he kissed you sweetly.

“If you’ll have me.”

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httpknjoon · 2 years ago

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instagram official | ksj

plot | Your fans cheered as you two finally posted photos of each other on your personal accounts, possibly confirming the relationship. But it all changed quickly when you accidentally started an Instagram live.

words | 1.1k+

genres | humor/crack, barely fluff, actors!au

pairing | actor!jin x famous!reader

disclaimer | usernames used in the fic are all fictional.

note | first drabble entry for this new series! probably an introduction on how this whole series will go for the next entries. anyway, let me know your thoughts.

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At last!

Y/N-JIN fans, make some noise! Earlier this day, Y/N and Jin finally made it Instagram official. The longtime rumored couple posted photos of each other on their separate accounts, seemingly confirming the dating rumors.

In JIn’s account, he posted a photo of Y/N covering half of her face with a script while winking at the camera. It appears that it was taken on one of the sets of their latest movie together, Maybe Yes, Maybe No. Y/N wore the iconic baby blue dress from the said film.

“No more maybes.” Jin captioned, referring to his character’s line from the movie. He added a single red heart.

On the other hand, Y/N posted a photo of Jin holding a magazine cover of himself next to his face. It appears to be taken during their stay in France during the promotions of their 2020 movie, Lonely People. She simply captioned the image with a butterfly emoji.

This was the first time the couple posted about each other on their Instagram account after four years of being linked together. Back in 2017, when they worked on their first movie together and chemistry immediately became noticeable to the audience. A source told us that the romance started during the movie production.

“They began taking interest in each other right after their first screen test for Cornelia Street.” the source shared. “They began going on each other’s trailers during their free time and breaks, having their alone time. Jin even visited Y/N in London when she was shooting her own scenes there for almost two weeks .”

At last, after years of jokes and speculations, fans received confirmation from Y/N and Jin. To Hollywood’s newest couple, we wish you well with your relationship!

Both posts were two of the fastest photos to ever reach a million likes on the social media site. Fans immediately shared their thoughts and excitement with it, trending Y/N and Jin on Twitter. Short video clip edits of you two resurfaced again. It instantly became a hot topic since you two have the most active stans all over the internet. Even making locals updated about everything.

@seokjinniesy/n : i can finally leave this planet, knowing that y/n and jin are officially together [insert that Spongebob levitating reaction pic]

@GabbyWong : OMG Did #Y/NJin just confirm their relationship? I've been shipping them since I was twelve!

@starringy/n : please welcome the hollywood's power couple finally made it official [insert screenshots of your Instagram posts]

replying to @starringy/n

@y/nfavouriteco0kies: i hope jin posts more pictures of y/n bc that girl posts nothing but pictures of her cat 😩😩

urfavecatlady started a live video. Watch it before it ends!

The video was all pitch black. Almost fifty thousand viewers wait for something to happen. Both yours and Jin’s fans comment their thoughts. Some are asking what’s going on. While others just reply with random affirmations and support for your so-called romantic relationship.

But they only heard voices in the background. Yours was the first one to be audible and recognizable, “We already posted the photos eleven hours ago.”

“Yeah, now give us our money!” Jin’s followed protest was heard.

A male voice laughed, “I said that it has to be on Instagram for a day. I’ll give you twenty dollars each if the photo lasts until tomorrow.”

You crossed your arms over your chest as your eyes threw daggers towards Donny, Jin’s best friend. Jin sat beside you on your hotel room’s couch, doing the same thing too. On the other hand, Donny laughed at you two.

“Who knows things might still happen?”

“Things are already happening. I had to uninstall my Twitter with all the mentions I’m getting,” you spoke out.

When you posted Jin’s candid photo on your Instagram account, you immediately got notifications from Twitter popping up just seconds after. You ignored it at first, going on with your busy day. But it kept on vibrating for a straight thirty minutes like a freaking vibrator. You decided to uninstall the app. After your first shoot for the day, your manager told you the aftermath of your and Jin’s Instagram postings. There was chaos on both media outlets and social media sites.

But you just posted photos because of Donny. Earlier today, You, Jin, and Donny just finished having a room serviced breakfast in Jin’s hotel room when a dare was made.

“You two have the strictest managers. You cannot do shit every time.” he scoffed, taking a sip of the remaining coffee from his cup.

“Strictest manager.” Jin scoffed. “Namjoon still lets me have my phone even though I already drunk posted shit for like four times now. Maybe this one right here has that manager”

Your eyebrows raised, “Nope. Hayley is literally my best friend.”

It's true. Your manager for years is like an older sister to you. Except she also acts as your strict guardian sometimes. Donny remained unconvinced, wearing a smug smile on his face. Both you and Jin shared a look with each other. Yours and Jin's high level of competitiveness are both showing off.

“I will bet you forty dollars if you guys post anything right now that can possibly make your managers go crazy.”

So you did post something. Both you and Jin know your cards and how to play with them. Not less than two minutes, you two let go of your phones from your hands. Hailey later came in, asking you to get ready for your shoot.

“Well, that’s–” Donny paused from his sentence when he checked his phone. “Y/N, you are live on Instagram?”

“What?” you asked, eyebrows scrunched together, before reaching for your phone next to you. But it wasn't there. You looked around the couch. Then, you stood up, quickly spotting your phone.

"No, it's– Oh, shit!"

Jin and Donny watched as you curse constantly while tapping on your phone. After that, you moved your head from your screen to both of them with your eyes wide.

"Hailey's going to kill me–"

"Y/N!"

Your manager's voice can be heard outside your room as she knocks repeatedly on your door. You instantly ran next to Jin, using him as a human shield for your manager's incoming bullets.

"Donny... Can you open the door?" Jin told his friend, who chuckled before doing what he was told. Jin whispered to you, "Why is she so mad today?"

"I promised I won't post anything for today after the whole posting thing." you giggled. "Also, I promised I won't do shit while she's out on a date."

After you hurriedly ended the accidental Instagram live, everyone once again jumped to Twitter.

@sniperfory/n: These two dorks are literally earning millions with their movies and brand deals and they created this whole thing just to win forty bucks 💀💀💀

@seokjinniesm0on: wait a damn minute [insert a clip of that Instagram live]

@Y/NJINFAN: i am just a bet. for forty dollars. 💔💔💔💔💔💔

A day later, after the live chaos, when everyone already cooled down, Y/N simply addressed the whole thing with one tweet. Saying:

@YNOFFICIAL : Unfortunately, we didn’t get the forty dollars.

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mllx-anazra · 2 years ago

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tis the damn season (part 2)

Here is part 2 (part one here, also on ao3), thanks for the likes and comment :) I just remembered that Dorothea is the companion song to tis the damn season, so I might use lyrics from this song too!

TW: smut in later chapters so minors DNI, talk of therapy and trauma in later chapters, Eddie Munson is pinning, so is the reader, mentions of asshole rockstar boyfriends, drugs (the old devil's lettuce), explicit references, reader is a Henderson to make my no Y/N rule easier but is a cousin so hopefully it's ""inclusive"" enough?

Part 2: I escaped it too; remember how you watched me leave

"So why the fuck are you back in Hawkins." Jesus, the kid could not even let you catch a breath after you were trying to not combust from the mere touch of Eddie fucking Munson on your finger.

"Language, Dusty," you gritted, probably driving from your house too fast.

"Spill it, Sparkle."

You chuckled at the use of your surname, covering your entire face in glitter for Halloween three years in a row to be a sparkle fairy until the ripe age of 11 would do that to you.

As you passed the all too familiar roads, you could not help the sullen sigh escaping your lips. For all his denseness concerning sarcasm, your baby cousin was not too bad at discerning emotions and inner turmoil.

"It's not going too well at the label," you offered, turning left on the main road. "Did they repaint the arcade's façade?"

"No, they did not, and what do you mean, 'not going too well; you're an amazing musician?"

The spirit of Dustin warmed your heart a little.

"Well, according to them, I'm an amazing composer, yes, but interpreter not so much. They're giving away my songs left and right to other artists." You tried to keep your tone light, but the reminder of why you came crawling back to Hawkins constricted your chest painfully. The snide comments of the senior managers cut through your confidence like knives. You apparently were too bubbly, too “small town girl”, to charm the Californian crowds, no matter the changes in appearance you had tried over the last years. You eventually reverted back to what you felt comfortable with, keeping some of the ‘edge’ you had gained in California. That also meant taking the backseat of the label, confined in the studios where you slaved away for non-recognizant up and coming pop artists, fearing your failure and trying to set themselves from you as much as they could.

"But that's okay, I had a hunch; good thing I registered for remote classes of English and Psychology at Purdue."

"That's BULLSHIT; if they can't see your talent, they must be fucking death of something…." Dustin's eagerness to defend you prevented any additional remarks on his foul language.

"I really don't mind the break, Dusty. My creative juices were completely drained. I swear to God if I need to write another syrupy breakup song about ocean blue eyes, I will drown myself in the lake."

The last few cavity-inducing ballads you had to craft made you want to cringe, their repetitive melody and dumbified lyrics (apparently wanting to include mercurial and earth-shattering in a love song was too much to ask from teenage girls) not even matching what you used to write when you were fourteen. Which was saying a lot, considering you could not even sing the word “hand on my thigh” back then without stuttering or blushing, opting for an awkward “aaaah” during the middle school talent contest. The dubious looks of your classmates were still burnt in your retina, but at least now you could laugh about it rather than metaphorically combust.

"But Chris, let that happen?"

The mention of your ex-boyfriend, stupid talented older cooler than you rock musician asshole, made you break a bit too violently at the red light, shaking your beat-up Ford too much for it to be unnoticed by Dustin, who squealed undignifiedly.

"Uh, yeah, he hum, he did," you stammered, completely giving yourself away.

"Are you guys…" Dustin started, eyeing you warily as he still clutched the handle atop the door and dashboard instinctively.

Your tongue clicked, and you responded with what you hoped was a neutral tone, "We broke up. I mean, I broke up with him, so yeah, we're not together anymore. Yeah." God, even your chuckle was awkward.

How could you convey to your cousin that the charismatic leader of "not like your typical garage band," literally ten years older than you, had planned to ditch you for the newer girl at your label? How could you explain the anguish of seeing a man to whom you poured all your affection, attention, and loyalty for over a year swapping you for a younger, edgier, hotter one, the minute she set foot in the studio? How deep it cut you because you dumbly believed him when he talked about his past, thinking his future was with you, stitching you to his life so intimately you could only blindly open your heart and legs when he said he loved you? How the number of arguments you had only increased, making you question your sanity as you screamed and bellowed and threatened and broke down? And how, to save the last shreds of your pride, you had been the one dumping his ass over lunch with his whole band witness to your falling before he could, the only thing hurt in his eyes being his pride and not his heart.

You had jumped in the literal getaway car that was your beat-up Ford, jamming all the trinkets you had accumulated in California and your still unopened Hawkins boxes in a trailer, leaving a scalding quitting letter to your former boss desk, and did not look back until the sign indicated that you were back in Indiana. The only persons aware of your itinerary were your aunt and dad, the latter offering a room at his new house in Maryland. You had declined, using your remote degree as an excuse to go back to what you still considered home. You did not want to see the disappointment in your father’s face as you explained to him how unhappy this two years and California had made you, and his impeding guilt following. He was the one encouraging you to leave the state when the occasion presented and chase your childhood dreams rather than stay in the confinement of Hawkins. He did not know that a pair of chocolate brown doe eyes, fumbling hands in the dark, and a slow dance at prom had made you reconsider the label’s offer.

"We… Looking back, I don't think Chris and I were a perfect match. He, he made me understand that I was getting in the way of, uh, his career. Or something", you opted for, cringing at the scandalized look on your cousin's face “So I, well I called it off preventively”.

�� “Preventively? What are you, an insurance company? I thought you loved the guy, it’s all you could talk about whenever I managed to have you on the phone!”

You groaned. You were not about to have a conversation about your complex feelings to your little cousin, who despite his best intentions did not need to know the intimate details of your romantic life. Especially when it included sex, lust, and the leader of his DnD group.

"Honestly, Dusty, I'm not sure anymore. It's been a couple weeks, and I'm glad to take a breather out of that place, and that guy, for a while (you wanted to say forever). But enough about me, how is the beginning of your high school experience going? You're buddies with Munson?"

Now that was a topic you were more interested in. How Eddie managed to not only stay as gorgeous as you remembered, all shaggy brown curls and laughing eyes, smirk, and quips intact was a delicious surprise. The fact he had grown a bit more in his frame, gained a little confidence in his step, and velvet to his voice only fueled the seemingly endless pool of desire the man could ignite in you with just a snap of his fingers. Fuck, his fingers, little bastard had added more rings since your departure, and you wondered if he had new ink too. You would love to map these newer additions with your tongue, getting drunk on his shaky breaths and shivering skin, like you did eons ago in the hidden crevices of the town where you would make each other fall over and over again. Yeah, you had missed Eddie fucking Munson.

'Eyes on the road, you animal', you chastised yourself.

"Yeah, because of Hellfire, duh. How are you two buddies, now that is a surprise. Even Steve seemed taken aback."

"Well," you chuckled, "it's not like Steve was particularly observant during my last year of high school, Dusty; he was too busy choking Nancy Wheeler with his tongue for that." The look of utter disgust on your cousin's face made you laugh. "I used to tutor Eddie in English and History; he was so bad. But clearly, I was no better tutor because he obviously still struggles enough to be stuck in Hawkins High for six years in a row."

The real reason for Eddie's poor results despite your tutoring was because riling him and seeing how fast and quietly you could get your hands in each other's pants was more fun than the Civil War or Shakespeare. The memories brought what you hoped Dustin would interpret as a fond, not lustful, smile. The kid did not need the trauma.

"Psychology and English, uh?" he commented, a bit thoughtful.

"Yes. About that, I was thinking of setting up an art therapy group or something; I'll pitch it to Higgins tomorrow. Whaddya think?" This made you sincerely excited about returning to the Indiana hole you had ripped yourself out of, setting up a workshop on how to process feelings and trauma through artistic expression, your lifeline since your Mom's brutal death when you were still in middle school.

"After all that happened, Will's disappearance, the destruction of the plant, the Starcourt mall fire… I mean shit Dusty, I still can't believe we lost Hopper."

Your curly cousin remained silent, which was an unusual indication from him. You tried to remain as light as possible, despite the churning of emotions threatening to overflow since you had read the articles on the violent destruction of the mall, and its fallout.

"I feel like the Hawkins community has gone through a lot, and an outlet to process and heal could truly benefit everyone, especially teenagers. I hope I can help in any shape or form in that regard."

"I'm not the one who needs convincing, Sparkle. But I'm glad you're back. Despite, y'know, your shitty label and boyfriend and all."

"Thanks, Dustibun, and it’s ex-boyfriend. For good." you sincerely said as you affectionately squeezed his shoulder, your aunt's house and second home looming closer.

She was at the door already, probably hearing the familiar dying noises of your car, cradling a cat that did not look like Mews at all as she waved at you. Upon asking the whereabouts of the old orange cat you were very fond of, Dustin gave you the most unconvincing story you had ever heard him spin. Strange.

After a bone-crushing hug, warm laughs, easy conversation, and enough boxed leftovers to keep you well fed for a week, you went back into the junk you called vehicle, both physically and mentally exhausted.

You rummaged through your tapes collection, a dusty one tumbling out of the depths of your glove box, its content making you both melt and ache again. "Songs I wished I had written for you," the scribbled writing of Eddie Munson greeted your growing smile. You remembered how he practically shoved the tape into your hands, red in the face and clearly uncomfortable, as you saw him for the last time.

He had driven you back to your house after you spent your literal final day in Hawkins fucking his brains out in his minivan by Lovers' Lake in a secluded area, only taking breaks to cool down in the water where you would inevitably rile each other again, playful nips and tugs turning in burning hands and searing mouths. You hoped the desperation of your wandering fingers and tongue conveyed the ache you felt growing inside at the prospect of leaving him behind. It was silly to miss someone already when you were not yet parted. Eddie's matching gestures and eagerness made you stupidly hope that he, like you, had fallen into the age-old trap of developing feelings for the friend you too regularly had sex with. Especially considering said friend's attractiveness, humor, talent, energy, magic fingers…

The raw vulnerability evident in his warm brown eyes as he handed you this tape, somehow more terrified of this than anything else you had done before.

It might have crushed your spirits to rip yourself from the warmth of his embrace, but your awaited future was calling. And you thought the road you chose was the right one, as you met and fell headfirst with who would be your walking nightmare. Onto the road not taken, then, you pondered as the familiar tune of The Cure, so unlikely the metalhead's favorite genre yet so evident for you two, enveloped you. You were struggling to quash down the hopeful hum in your chest, lodged where your heart should be if you had not ripped it at age 18 and shoved in the first hands you could fine to forget those who could make you come undone and cradle you like you were precious all at the same time.

Oh, how you still had it bad for Eddie Munson, the gold-hearted nerd who could see through all your fake smiles and rock this poofy dramatic hair only like Ozzy could, the sweetest man you ever found yet left behind two years ago in damp, terribly sad Hawkins, for somewhat sadder California.

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a-gal-with-taste · 3 years ago

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From the Past

Morning Writing Practice based off this post by @bucky-yes, enjoy!

Wordcount: 1535 | Silco X GN!Reader

Warnings: SFW | Language, reminiscing, forbidden relationship, rom-com/humor with feels

"How soon can you get ready to leave?" For a long moment, all you do is lower your shot-glass from your lips, and stare at it. You are certain it's not laced with anything, dealers had been shooed from this side of the Underground for years now... but Benzo had manned the bar for a brief few moments while Vander went to greet the kids, and 'zo was known for experimenting...

A murmur of your name pulled your attention, and you turned, wide-eyed, to stare at the man beside you.

"... do you have a death-wish?"

"A lot of people seem to think that, actually," Silco commented lightly enough, even with his voice lowered as his natural gaze rolled slowly over the crowd. Apparently, he still had enough intelligence to wear a patch to conceal the more notable, recognizable other eye, but the fact that he was here at all made you seriously doubt if the river-toxins ate away at his brain, as much as his flesh and eyes.

"I don't know why, I think my natural distaste to reunite with death has been made very clear over the years-"

"Baby. Honey. Sweetheart, love of my life who is trying to send me to an early grave..." Delicately, you set your glass down with the most minimal of noise to attract attention, before hissing twice as quietly. "What the fuck?"

He turns to you fully, and rests his fingers loosely over his heart. "Early grave? Darling, after all we've been though, I would at least give you the courtesy of a fair-warning before twisting-in the knife." There was a twitch on his lips that suggested he was joking, but you only repeated yourself, stressing the words, "What the fuck?"

A brow raises. "I take it you are... unhappy that I decided to pick you up."

From The Last Drop? Yeah, you were feeling a bit concerned with his decision making.

"I'm... you..." Once again you look down at your shotglass, half-supicious, but also seeking confirmation that: yes, you weren't hallucinating and no, your lover apparently wasn't one of the more brilliant minds of the Undercity, but instead, an entire moron.

Silco was known, to the few aware of his continued existance, as a terrifyingly productive, relentless individual. Twisting words, deals and arms behind peoples back...

What he was NOT known for was paitence, especially when it came to you. This was proved as, tired of not being the center of your attention after he came all this way into the heart of enemy territory, Silco reached over and casually pushed the shotglass off the counter.

You caught the smug, zealous glint in his eye as you swung back around to gap at him when the glass shattered behind the counter. "What the fuck?"

A wink, and that pleased look at his small act of rebellion, and perhaps long-awaited vengeance in the form of a broken glass, faded. "Neither of us has much time," He informed you in lieu of an actually explanation, slipping his hands back into his pockets. "Tonight, or in the great scope of our universe, as some like to monologue about..."

It was laughable. The man who never seemed to shut up, to his detriment and your bemusement, complaining about monologues.

You would laugh, but you couldn't even comprehend the idea of speaking.

"If this truly shocks you, I only ask that you accompany me out the door," Silco says, a pinched look on his face as he looks at your stiff, yet also slack expression and body from this development. "It'll quiet most rumors. You can laugh it off when Vander comes to question, and it will ward off anyone from coming to close to investigate..."

There's a tenseness in his form and voice now. And while, privately, you would feel relieved at the idea that he's taking the situation seriously, you also feel a strange burst of guilt as you realize he's taking your silence for rejection. That he's already seeking an escape route, fighting from racing out the door - and again, while an improvement that gives you hope that his mental facilities to detect danger haven't worn away with time, you feel guilt he would think you would push him away now.

Even while staying at Vander's circle, you hadn't given up on Silco. Never let him slip from your grasp, especially not after dragging his soaked, bleeding body from the river. And once he had understood that, Silco worked tirelessly to ensure you were forever locked in his, even though physically you were apart.

He was the one man you would happily throw away the key for.

"Let..." You sighed, resisting the urge to smile when his gaze darted back to you, seafoam eye, though carefully blank, wide at the sound of your hesitant voice. Even with the ominous front and darkening aesthetic, there was still something almost puppylike in the way you could attract Silco's entire attention with even the smallest of actions.

You imagined saying this to his face would earn you a stab in the back, but, he had said he would give you a fair-warning first.

That would give you enough time to wink or smile at him, making him forget why he was preparing to impale you in the first place.

"Let me go grab my jacket. It'll take a minute, tops."

"You're sure?"

Offhanded, almost casual, but you could still see the tenseness in his frame. You made it melt by reaching over, brushing your knuckles only once, over the unscarred cheekbone. "You risked a total beatdown and potential death to come and find me for a fun time... I'd say you earn a few hours."

Your teasing murmur got caught-off with a hitched breath as he reached up, grabbing your wrist.

Guiding your hand to his mouth, Silco slid his eye up to yours, and you could feel it's corrupted twin beneath leather gazing at you as he pressed his lips to your knuckles.

"I intend for it to be more than a few hours," He murmured, pressing a more firmer kiss to your knuckles at the quiet breath of his name.

For a single, perfect moment, it was like nothing at all had ever changed.

For a moment, the rebellion was still up and prouder than ever. For a moment, the restless anticipation in this room of bitter veterans melted to eager, at-ready Brothers and Sisters, never divided and openly laughing at the idea that they could be. Youth and the cheapest of booze flowed freely with laughter, banter and the beginnings of a drunken sing-along in the corner.

If you blinked, you could even almost see the Sons of Zaun united once more.

Could almost see Benzo in the middle of some lame joke while mixing a concerning alcoholic concoction. Vander, still bold and strong, throwing his head back in a booming laugh that would never truly fade, only grow quieter. His hand paused mid-air to come down jovially at Silco's shoulder, the wiry younger man's frown twitching upwards in a failed battle to hide his smirk.

In a single instant behind your eyes, you could almost believed that that moment had lasted forever.

Then Silco squeezed your hand, gently, and the too-brief moment ended.

His eye was soft, but unapologetic. He couldn't rewind the clock anymore than you could, even with these brief moments that Silco could almost make you feel younger again.

But he understood, nonetheless. That pretty image of, what you all had thought had been undying loyalty and uncompromising comradery, was only a dream. And even though Silco was relentless in his pursuit of making visions come true, both of you knew full well that this one would never, ever be.

Perhaps that was why you still clung to each other in secret. Better to cling together to the remnants of an impossible dream, then wilt in bitter, painful realities, alone.

"Your jacket?"

"Yes... one moment."

A squeeze of your hand once more, before he released you, latching on once again when you returned in only half the time.

Silco guided you out from The Last Drop, head ducked and steps quickened only slightly as he strided out from the establishment of another man's memories, another life. But he took you with him, clung to you, even, as a walking reminder of what he used to have.

Silco all but raced from his past, but gladly took you with him.

Squeezed you close to his side as he released a long breath the moment you were both outside, and somehow tugged you even tighter when he did so.

Snuggling close to him as you walked from the Heart of the Undercity, and into the shadows in the arms of your lover, you were, suddenly, glad. Still questioning his intellect, but glad he had braved the journey to his past only to come collect you.

Glad, because you could sooth him with your arm wrapped tight around him as he once more escaped from The Last Drop, and ensure he never had to make the trek from his old life alone.

"... all this for a bit of action?"

A snort sounded from your tease, the first noise he'd made in the last several blocks of walking. "No." Silco turned, and bumped his arched-nose slightly agaisnt your temple as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

"For you."

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 3 years ago

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Dark Shenanigans - Nandor x (f)reader

Summary: It’s Nadja’s something hundredth birthday, with that said, you’re on a mission to make it great.

Warning: fluff, general vampire nonsense

Masterlist

“Yeah being a half vampire half human does have its perks. I mean for one I can do all that cool vampire shit and I can go out in the sunlight...so that helps for when they’re all being really annoying.” You admit with a casual shrug to one of the documentary cameras before turning to an isle of party supplies. “So anyways we’re at this store.”

The camera shifts to the multiple arras of supplies and materials at the local supermarket in Staten Island that you and your vampire lover’s human familiar, Guillermo, currently are. Specifically on the hunt for birthday decorations for Nadja and ghost Nadja who’s possessed a strange looking doll for the time being.

Since the other four actual full vampires can’t shop for themselves at this time of day or really in general, you and Guillermo have been given such an honorable task in making Nadja’s birthday the best one yet. Considering she’s the most well balanced in the head out of the four of them and is the only other lady of the manor.

“Hey Y/N, how’s this look?” Wonders Guillermo as he holds up a bunch of Mardi Gras beads of yellows, purples, and greens. “Comments, questions, concerns?” He adds with a small smile.

Eyeing up the beads, your head shifts over to the other various colors, “Hrmm, G I’m feeling the vibe you’re going for this year and I like it, but let’s go with Nadja colors.”

Guillermo’s dark eyes light up at your positive suggestion, “Right! So the red and black ones then?”

“Yup. She’ll love that shit.” You state with a satisfied nod of approval, “Let’s get some black and gold confetti from over there and oh, those masquerade masks look cool as fuck.”

You pick up and test out various masks in the background as Guillermo adds some bits of dialogue for the documentary crew, “Um yeah she’s really cool isn’t she.” He says with a smile while glancing at you then back to the camera, “Which is kind of odd since Y/N’s been with Nandor since 1793 so you’d think she’d be a little more like them but no, she’s super chill and really nice.” Suddenly his face goes a bit serious as he leans in to whisper, “But she did kill a whole street gang once when they threw a slur at me so I wouldn’t mess with her. For your safety.”

The camera pans back over to an oblivious you who’s put on a masquerade mask and is swinging a plastic light saber around with a whole lot more accuracy and grace then would a normal person. The camera then pans back to Gullimero, “Um, I’m just gonna....make sure she doesn’t smack anyone.”

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Arms full of groceries of food for you and Gullimero, as well as random party decorations for Nadja’s birthday tomorrow night, you use the bottom of your boot to skillfully open the door as the documentary crew and Guillermo follows suit. Guillermo now on the verge of falling over with the large heart shaped pillow in his arms that’s covering most of his body.

You don’t feel tired in the slightest due to your half vampiric abilities so this is nothing to you, “Alright.” You state, turning on your heel to face the crew and Guillermo, “They’re asleep so we gotta be extra sneaky now, I don’t want Nadja catching us with all this cool spooky birthday shit. Everyone to the attic!” You whisper yell before leading the charge to the attic.

They all follow as quietly and as quickly as they can and then soon enough in no time are you and Guillermo back outside in the sunny garden trying to figure out if you should blow up the giant sea monster pool floaty.

“I mean it would look cool as hell and no doubt out-do whatever the fuck boring thing Lazlo probably has planned.” You quip with a shrug while the two of you stare thoughtfully at the small gloomy dark pond. “He’s got no chance with us. I’ve won best decorator and card maker for two hundred years in a row.”

Guillermo side eyes you in honest amazement, “Wow that’s a lot of years. And cards.”

“I know. I was an artist in the 12th century but my no good terrible good for nothing piece of garbage trash sexist human husband, who I was forced to marry when I was only sixteen, took all the credit for my artwork in that era.” You confirm with a growl, “But it stings less because once I finally grew into my powers and strength at eighteen I simply made his untimely demise look like an accident.” You add with a smirk.

“Oh, wow.” Mutters the intrigued familiar.

“Precisely. The old fool was thrown off his horse because I told Philip, the horse, to throw him off. And he did. Which killed the idiot so I got the house and all of his money.”

“That’s......neat.” Mutters Guillermo as he shoots the camera crew from behind you and him a nervous look. “Uh the suns going down so I should probably help Nandor out of his coffin.”

Raising your head to the sky you immediately see how the sun has begun to paint the clouds in beautiful colors of oranges, reds, light pinks, and darkening purples. “Oh, how bout that. Yeah alright let’s get inside.” You nod to Guillermo before turning to walk towards the manor’s giant mahogany doors.

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Turning the handle and walking a couple feet into the large main room that holds itself as a sort of crossroads for all the other various connecting hallways and staircases. You don’t make it even three more steps towards the left ascending staircase before you hear the highly recognizable voice of your one and only.

“Y/N! My lovely wife and favorite person still ever so lovely!” Announces Nandor loudly with a grand smile showing off his pearly white fangs, “How I have missed you and your morning kisses. Where have you been off to?” He wonders softly as you smile a big dumb love-struck grin right back up at him, you’d absolutely die to hear that accent one last time.

“I can’t tell you right now it’s a secret!” You whisper yell back, causing his thick dark brows to scrunch up in confusion.

“But I am your lovely strong puff dragon Y/N.” Whines Nandor adorably as you roll your eyes at the cameras before looking back up at him.

“Fine. Come here then.”

In an instant he’s at your side, excitedly awaiting what secretive news you will tell him, “Okay, so we know it’s Nadja’s birthday tomorrow right?”

“Yes. I remember because she hasn’t shut up about it.”

“Right. So me and Gullimero got some fun surprise birthday party decorations and they’re in the attic and we can’t tell Nadja.”

Nandor gives you a knowing look of affirmation as he leans in closer to you, his demeanor suddenly shifting into a more saddened one, “You went shopping without me?” He says quietly.

Leaning up to give him a quick peck on the cheek your hands instantly find his, “Just for a little while, but I still need to find more stuff so....you wanna come?”

Nandor’s big dark eyes light up with joy as you hand him a kind smile, “Yes! Let us go in search of unknown treasures for our lady friend Nadja so she will not be mad at us for terrible dull gifts of friendship.”

Laughing you give his hands a playful squeeze, “Come on I’ll race you to Party City!” You say before leading him past the camera crew and Guillermo who simply watches the two of you leave, glad to have an hour of peace.

“There’s a whole city for partying? Y/N why have we never been to this place?”

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“Y/N there are no people partying here.” Whines your vampire lover in puzzlement as he follows you from the entrance to a side isle. “You said this was a city for partying.”

“That’s just the name of the store Nans.” You retort with a small chuckle as he looks from right to left at all the color coded party plates and napkins galore.

“Well the title is very misleading.”

“Agreed.”

Turning to the right you guide him towards the decretory pirate themed isle in search of something that will peak his interest. Also you wanted so badly to make it to this spot but Gullimero was a man on a mission so your intention was thwarted for when you had Nandor with you.

Speed walking down the pirate themed isle you quickly halt all movement as Nandor’s large body stops within less than an inch from your back. Smiling brightly you snatch the desired object in front of you and as swift as a cat turn to face him.

“Have you come for a dual my old enemy?” You speak slyly, eyes narrowed as you hold the foam sword right in front of his face. “I sense a nervousness about you. Tell me, are you ready to face your inevitable bloody end?”

Staring at the pointy foam, his dark puppy eyes shift over to you as an adorable fangy grin breaks out across his pale face, “Seems you have come prepared, oh radiant and alluring seductress. Well, so have I!” Shouts Nandor before grabbing two foam swords from off the rack and swinging them in both hands like a mad man.

Taking a cautious step back you hold your pathetic five dollar sword in both hands like a true warrior ready for battle, “Only one shall leave this place alive.” You affirm with a smirk, “And it’s not going to be you.”

“Arrrrrggg.” Bellows your lover as he charges you like the true conqueror that he once was. But all to soon do you swiftly duck under his arms and swat him over his stomach with a confident thwack sound.

He makes a puny little “oww” as you turn around to face him once again, “Y/N you hit me kind of hard.” He complains, looking rather defeated and genuinely hurt that you could have intentionally injured him on purpose.

Bringing the plastic weapon down to your side once again, your face suddenly softens as you walk over to him, “Come here you big baby.” You quip sincerely as he leans down so you can give his cheek a quick kiss.

Rising back to his full height, Nandor almost blushes as the corners of his eyes crinkle into a happy smile, “Actually it didn’t hurt at all I just wanted you to kiss me.” Reveals the vampire with a proud grin as you simply roll your eyes.

“Should have known.” You add before turning and snatching up four more plastic foam pirate swords for the others. “Alright let’s get outta here, follow me my love, to the checkout line we shall purchase our weapons of war and partying on the high seas.” You announce with gusto as Nandor stands proudly at your side, ready to follow you anywhere.

“Yes. To check out.”

——

Kicking open the unlocked door, Nandor bursts into the vampire residence with bags full of goodies for Nadja’s birthday party. You right behind him but less dramatically, “We’re back!” You shout to no one in particular as Colin Robinson suddenly appears from out of nowhere, looking ready to leave with his funny little hat and usual beige jacket.

“Oh hey guys,” He starts with a friendly nod, “I’m just heading out on the town tonight. I guess there’s a fair or something in the park and I wanted to test my skill at the ball toss. I’ve been reading up on the body mechanics and how the game is set up which seems pretty basic all in all. Also I really want to win a stuffed bear this time, it might add a little pizazz to my room. Welp see ya’round.” Adds Colin before walking past the two of you without another word and out into the night he goes with some of the camera crew following close behind.

Nandor turns to you with a look of annoyance, “Jeesh I thought he would never leave. Let’s go to your room I want to kiss you some more now.”

“Why my room?”

“Because since you are half vampire you get to sleep in a bed and because I am a full vampire I sleep in a coffin.” Inquires Nandor while looking at you with those big beautiful dark eyes of his, “And my coffin is too small for cuddles so your room will suffice.”

“Yeah that’s a fair point.” You shrug before following him to your room.

After many cuddles leading to other more rated R type activities that lasted until just about sunrise, you finally got some well needed rest while the sun shone high in the sky until she began her dramatic descend back into oblivion. Opening your eyes you slowly rise from out of your comfy bed, already missing the presence of your obsidian eyed lover.

He gets too nervous about your closed windows for fear that the sun might burn him which would be impossible because you black out the glass. But alas, he’s very cautious about these types of things and won’t risk it for anything, though he feels bad about leaving you in the morning, you understand.

Suddenly it dawns on you that today or perhaps tonight, is Nadja’s birthday and you completely forgot to set up any decorations. Shit, how stupid. Throwing the blankets off of you, your feet move quick as you speedily change yesterday’s outfit for something a bit nicer and more clean.

Racing out of your room and into the dimly lit manor hallway, you make a bee line for the attic but before you’re able to reach the steps, Guillermo runs into you, just about knocking you into a wall of various stolen ancient weapons. Sharp ones at that.

That was close.

“Y/N are you okay!” Worries the familiar as you quickly gather your bearings.

“Guillermo! The decorations! Nadja’s birthday!” You whisper yell as the human man simply smiles. “Why are you smiling, this situation does not call for smiles.”

“Don’t worry. While you were sleeping I set up all the decorations.” He replies with a shrug, “No problem.”

“What? But that must have taken you all day, you could have asked me for help. I would have come.” Your brows furrow as he shakes his head, though you still feel bad for not helping with anything.

“Well I did try, but um,” Gullimero awkwardly clears his throat, giving the camera a quick glance, “Nandor was with you and last time I asked for you while you and him where having alone time he threatened to carve out my eyeballs and force feed them to me.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance you take a deep breath, “Sounds like him. Very creative when he wants to be, alright, well....where’s everyone?”

“Oh, they’re not up yet. I was actually on my way to get you. I made blood popsicles and the pool floaty is all done and in the pond.” He says with a sense of pride for his decorating skills. “I think she’ll like what we’ve come up with this year.”

Standing in the living room with your three fellow immortals you search a dresser for her card, “Oh shit where’s my card? I could have sworn I had it yesterday on my dresser but I don’t remember seeing it there in the morning. Maybe it’s in this one?”

“Witches!” Hisses Nadja as you huff in frustration, where the hell did you put that damn card?

“Oh, Y/N my love,” Intervenes Nandor with a gentle tug of your sleeve, “I took it with me when I left your room before sunrise because I wanted to put my name on it too so she would know it’s from us.”

“What?” Replies Lazlo dramatically, “Now hold on just a damn minute, this card competition is individually scored so I won’t be having any of this nonsense. I worked really hard on mine this year.”

“Oh lick a donkey’s arse, look here,” You retort with, quickly holding up the card for Nadja, “there are two separate drawings on ours so either way if one of us wins she gets both our pictures. So you better hope your drawing doesn’t resemble a night clubs bathroom wall.”

“Yeah.” Mutters Nandor, who’s hiding behind you while resting both hands on either one of your shoulders as you glare at Lazlo.

“Fine.” Agrees Lazlo begrudgingly, “And mine will be amazing, this bitch of paper took me a whole six months to plan and produce. Can’t get quality this good anywhere else I guarantee it.” Adds Lazlo with a firm nod of self approval as you glance at the nearby camera.

“Right, okay everyone sit it’s time for presents. I want to know what you all got me.” Beams Nadja excitedly as she smiles a fangy grin in delight, plopping herself down in one of the arm chairs. Lazlo quickly finding the other one while you and Nandor seat yourself on the large couch. Colin and Guillermo finding somewhere to sit close by respectfully.

“Well, all I can say is hold onto your socks my dear cause this is going to blow you away.” Smirks Lazlo as he pulls a small box from out of his jacket pocket.

“If it’s a self made business card that says invitation to sexy town I will puke.” You deadpan while Nandor laughs from beside you, causing Lazlo to lose his smirk as Nadja hides her amusement the best she can manage.

“He he, sexy town, nice one Y/N.” Mutters Nandor with a proud grin as you raise a brow at Lazlo who’s giving you a hard glare.

“Oh, my dear pumpkin pie love, don’t listen to Y/N I will love anything you gift me.” Encourages Nadja with a bright welcoming smile, no doubt immediately boosting Lazlo’s once irked mood.

Rolling your eyes you shift a bit to find yourself leaning into Nandor’s body as Nadja opens up the rest of the vampire residents various gifts. A joyous fangy smile gracing her pale features every single time, revealing this birthday party was a thrilling success.

After much more fun that just about lasts throughout the whole night, and some rare but hilarious attempts at dancing between the five of you vampiric individuals. You’re feeling rather sleepy and you can tell Nandor is ready for a trip to dreamland as well.

Swaying to the lowly playing record instrumental, you hold Nandor tight while simultaneously enjoying the feeling of him so close, him doing just the same as he keeps you firmly pressed against his chest. His long dark hair tickles your face as he presses his head to your cheek, doing his absolute best to keep the flow without tripping up.

Sensing his growing fatigue, you gently squeeze his hand, “My love the sun will be up soon, let’s get you to bed, yes?”

A small lazy smile tugs at the corners of his lips while he looks down to meet your gaze, “But my dark angel I’m not tired. I want to dance with you a little longer.” He whines adorably before failing to conceal a big yawn.

Giggling, you lean back to slowly lead him towards the door, “That yawn says otherwise.”

“That wasn’t a yawn Y/N, I was just smiling really big.” He protests, though he still follows your lead to the door.

“I’ve never seen anyone smile like that.” You add with a raised brow.

“Well maybe that’s just how I smile.”

Letting out a breathy snort, you pull away from him to at last take his one hand, “Come. I can’t have a single ray of that dreaded sun to get a taste of your precious skin. Not on my watch.”

Glancing at the closed front door, Nandor squeezes your hand, “Well um, now since you’ve mentioned the sun...I think I’d like to go to my crypt now.” He says, the flash of worry crossing over his face for only a brief moment.

“You sure? I mean a sunrise is pretty beautiful if I’m being honest and I know you never get to see them...”

“Not funny Y/N. And not fair, you know I can’t because I am full vampire.”

“And you’re missing out.”

“And I’d like to stay alive Y/N.”

“Aren’t you dead?”

“Yes and I am your only husband so I need to stay not burnt to a crisp.”

Chuckling, you follow him down the hallway, “Oh really? Don’t want me finding myself with another vampiric lover? Some new beast to sweep me off my feet and take me away into the night.” You tease.

Side eyeing you, he frowns, “No. Don’t I sweep you off your feet?”

Stepping into his crypt you stop him with your hand against his bicep, “Always.” You whisper sincerely with a quick wink, causing him to break out into a big fangy grin.

“Good. And if anyone would try and whoo you I would make sure there would be no more whooing again!” Exclaims Nandor, making the candles rise in flame for only a short second at his rise in emotion for how much he loves you.

“I don’t doubt they would fall by your blade. Not for a second.”

#nandor the relentless #Nandor x reader #nandor x you #nandor x y/n #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows x reader #vampire fun yeah #love my big huggable vampire #:)

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luna-writes-stuff · 3 years ago

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Day 16: My Favorite apart, Jesper Fahey

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Fanfic, female! reader

Fluff

Word count: 2094

Tw: Use of Y/N, mentions of blood, gunshots and stab wounds, but it's a only a ''what if'' scenario. Bathing scene, so obviously implied nudity, though you don't really get into it. No steamy stuff. Jesper being a bit worried. Nina and Wylan mocking you and Jesper, but it's not in an ill manner.

Summary: Jesper has been head over heels with you for as long as he had known you. And yet, as you had been together for a while, his love for you never lessened, and the Crows love to tease him about it. After a heist, you show up later than usual with Nina, worrying Jesper 'til no end. You end up sharing a warm, heartfelt bath together. (Again; no steamy stuff)

"Said, you just don't know how beautiful you are. And baby that's my favorite part. You walk around so clueless to it all. Like nobody gonna break your heart."

Your laugh, your eyes, your face, your hair... Jesper could quite literally make a list out of all the things he loved about you. From the most recognizable things such as your voice to the tiniest detail of the way you looked while you were dreaming off. Every little trait had been tattooed into his mind, the thought of you not once leaving his mind.

When you crossed the room, his eyes would be on yours immediately, sauntering up to you as if it had been the most casual thing ever. And he'd mention every little thing he liked about you. Up until you had to force him to shut up.

And each time you shook off the compliments, he would try to convince you of your beauty. Even as you would not see them the way he did. The love he held for you had been too much to carry on his own and he needed to share it with someone, and that someone had to be you.

You, who always managed to make his heart skip, simply by laughing at one of his stupid jokes.

"It'll be alright babe; see, me, I got you covered. I'm gon' be your lover, you might be the one."

And even as the two of you had been together for years, he would never let go of all the precious words and thoughts he had to say about you. You were, without a doubt, that perfect person for him. Both mentally and physically. You just fitted his image.

And he had been so grateful to have you. He would spend hours bragging about you in front of others, showing you off as he'd try to play it cool.

At times, he'd simply break out smiling, only thinking about seeing you that same day. And the mushy thought of it were enough to even sicken Nina.

"If it's only tonight, hey. We don't need to worry. We ain't in a hurry, rushin' into love."

"Hey, love?" Jesper whispered, genlty shaking you out of your sleep. "Kaz wants to leave soon."

You groaned in reluctance, throwing a hand in front of your head as you slowly let your eyes adjust to the light. You noticed Jesper's form looming over you, a tiny smile displayed on his face.

"I know." He agreed, before mocking your tired groan. "But he doesn't want to wait much longer."

You chuckled at him, slowly pushing yourself up, resting your head on Jesper's shoulder. He laughed at your atctions, wrapping his arm aroudn your waist as he caressed your sides softly.

"Take your time to wake up. I'll distract Kaz." He offered, planting a kiss on the top of your head as he stood up.

"Thank you, darling." You muttered, loud enough for him to hear. Jesper just shot you a wink, before walking out of the door.

"Said, you know I know who you really are, ain't need to lie. Said, the universe couldn't keep us apart. Why would it even try?"

"Is she coming?" Inej asked Jesper as he entered the room, the Crows looking at him expectingly.

"Yes. She is just getting in her proper clothes." He lied. You had no need to get dressed at all; you had fallen asleep in the clothes you had needed for the heist today, but Jesper promised you he would buy you some time. And so he did.

"Well, we'll be leaving in ten minutes, so I hope she's ready before that." Kaz spoke, taking a few last looks at the blueprints he had gained over the weeks.

"I still don't understand why you get to play make belief with her." Jesper whined to Nina. "I mean, the two of us are literally together. We would make the greater couple."

"Yes." Nina agreed. "But you can get caught up when it comes to her and you'll forget the job. And besides, no one can resist me." She teased.

Jesper scoffed at her words, rolling his eyes. "Not me. I wouldn't want anyone other than Y/N."

"Oh believe me, we know." Inej joked, pushing a laugh out of both Nina and Wylan.

"Yeah, said, don't let them hurt you ever. I know you far too smart. Before things come together, they have to fall apart."

"Well, I am sorry for being in love with my girlfriend." Jesper sassed.

"Oh, Y/N. It is as if you hung the moon in the sky and decorated it with the stars, as you light up my life." Nina imitated Jesper's voice as Wylan threw his hand over his head in a dramatic gesture.

"Stop it, you absolute hunk." He returned in a higher pitched voice.

"Never, my darling dearest." The heartrender continued, to which Inej burst out laughing and Wylan doubled over, slapping his knee in joy.

"Very funny." Jesper retorded.

"Guys, we still need Jesper on our good side for this to work out." Kaz scolded, though his face showed only a tiny grin. Jesper's eyes widened at the sight, gaping at his friend.

"How dare you?" He mumbled, knowing Kaz had secretely been entertained during the whole debacle.

"It's been a while since I've been sober. This life can be so hard. I'd rather talk about you."

During the heist, Jesper's mind had been set on you. You would distract the guards with Nina by your side as you allowed Kaz and Jesper to sneak in, but upon hearing your laughter behind the doors, his heart skipped.

"You think they're doing okay out there?" He whispered to Kaz. The boy gave his friend a look, silently telling him to shut up.

"Of course. And if things go wrong, she's with a heartrender. Y/N'll be fine. Stop worrying." He assured, his face set in stone as it always had been.

"I know." Jesper sighed. "But I cannot help but wonder; what if something goes wrong?"

Kaz stopped in his tracks pointing his finger towards the sharpshooter. "Stop thinking about it. I need your full focus for this."

"Okay." Jesper returned in defense, which Kaz took as his sign to continue walking.

"Said, you just don't know how beautiful you are. And baby that's my favorite part. You walk around so clueless to it all. Like nobody gonna break your heart."

As Jesper and Kaz escaped the building, the dark haired boy had been scanning the crowd uncontrollably, trying to catch sight of you. His heart sped up at the thought of something happening to you. Obviously, it was a big possibilty, but you had managed to get out unscratched so many times that he had to convince himself you were fine.

But when Wylan, Matthias and Inej showed up at the rendezvous point, he grew antsy. You and Nina had yet to show up, and lathough Nina could get side-tracked at times, you did not. You were always on time. And now you weren't.

He could nearly hear his heart beating now, his breathing becoming more difficult as all possible scenarios ran through his head; you could be bleeding out on the floor someone, or unconscious for saints know. You could have been stabbed or shot and Nina would be working her ass of to save you.

"It'll be alright babe; see, me, I got you covered. I'm gon' be your lover, you might be the one."

"Saints, Jesper. Calm that heartbeat. I could hear it from blocks away." A familiar voice suddenly announced. "I nearly thought something terrible happened, but all of you look fine."

Jesper turned at the sound of the voice, spotting you and Nina, both of you holding extremely large waffles, the chocolate nearly dripping off of them.

"Nina saw this amazing stall with freshly-baked waffles. We just couldn't resist." You explained, your mouth still filled with the said substance.

"Oh, saints above." Jesper whispered, wrapping you in a hug as you extended your arm with the waffle, saving the delicacy. You wrapped your free arm around him in confusion, running your fingers in circles on his back gently.

"Are you okay?" You asked, breaking from his hold as you looked up at his face.

"Just paranoia." The sharpshooter explained. "I thought something happened."

"If it's only tonight, hey. We don't need to worry. We ain't in a hurry, rushin' into love."

"So, you managed to get that necklace?" You asked Jesper as the two of you followed the group back to the slat.

"Of course we did, love." Jesper boasted, swinging the golden threat in his hands. You widened your eyes, grabbing the necklace, before shoving it back into his pockets.

"We don't want anyone to see." You scolded. When Jesper nodded in agreement, you smiled, breaking off a generous amount from your waffle.

"Want some?" You asked, handing him the piece. Jesper gratefully accepted, taking a huge bite out of the part.

"This is amazing!" He exclaimed, his mouth full, yet his face joyous. You laughed at boy, taking a portion out of your waffle too.

"Best I've ever had." You agreed.

"If you wanna stay, we're taking it slow, baby." Cause you and me, and I got enough on my mind."

When you arrived back at the Slat, you were quick to get out of your clothes, running a warm bath for yourself. You knew Jesper would come in anytime soon, so you made sure to ahng out two towels, instead of your usual single towel.

Before you were even finished rinsing your hair, you heard those familiar footsteps enter the bathroom.

"And you didn't even invite me." Jesper teased, raising an eyebrow at you.

"I didn't have to. I knew you'd come." You filled in, gesturing towards the two towels hanging from the sink.

"That's fair." The sharpshooter muttured, before getting rid of his clothes, now stepping into the warm tub too. As his body became engulfed with the scented water, he let out a sigh of relief.

"I needed this." He groaned, rolling his head as he sunk in completely, ultimately laying his head on the edge of the tub. You smiled at him as you finished washing the shampoo out of your hair.

"But I can make time for something so divine."

When you were down, you crawled over to Jesper, situating yourself between his legs as your back rest against his chest, your head in the crook of his neck. Jesper's hands wound themselves around your waist, pulling you even closer to him, before resting his head over your shoulder, kissing your neck gently.

"A warm bath at the end of the day really does flush away all your troubles, right?" He whispered against your skin, now halting his kisses as he resulted into resting his head against the tub again.

"Yes, it does." You agreed, grabbing one of his hands from underneath the water, kissing his fingers softly. "Especially when it's with you."

"Said, you just don't know how beautiful you are. And baby that's my favorite part. You walk around so clueless to it all. Like nobody gonna break your heart."

"My beautiful girl." He confessed in a mumble, squeezing your hands as he pulled them back under again, the soft skin was now laid across your stomach.

"I would not lose you if it meant saving the world." You chuckled at his words, his heartfelt speech making that light feeling surge through your stomach again.

"You won't have to." You answered, relishing the feeling of his touch. "I won't even allow you to go."

You closed your eyes in comfort, thinking about days yet to come as Jesper continued tracing shapes over your skin. He had spoken a few words to you, even though you no longer truly listened to them. You had slowly begun to doze off.

"It'll be alright babe; see, me, I got you covered. I'm gon' be your lover, you might be the one."

It wasn't until the water had turned cold that Jesper realiszed you had fallen asleep. Quiet baths weren't rare for the two of you, yet you had never fallen asleep during it before.

Jesper began pulling the plug of the tub, allowing the water to empty out as he gently scooped you up, wrapping you in your towel. You stirred lightly, letting out an exhausted moan.

"Now, this is familiar." Jesper smiled to himself, swiftly, but gently changing you into your pajamas as he tucked you under your blankets, making sure you were warm.

The sharpshooter was quick to follow you himself, diving under the warm sheets as he wrapped his arms around you from behind as he pulled you into his hold, spooning you with a firm, yet somehow soft hold.

"Goodnight, love." He whispered in your ear, planting down a kiss right below it.

"If it's only tonight, hey. We don't need to worry. We ain't in a hurry, rushin' into love."

#november writings #soc #six of crows #shadow and bone netflix #shadow and bone #grishaverse #leigh bargudo #jesper fahey #kit young #jesper fahey imagine #jesper fahey x reader

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lord-of-gender · 4 years ago

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A Small Problem - Part 1

My version of @deyageka’s Childinnit au. 3145 words

Dream revived Tommy, but there were unforeseen consequences

"Dweam! I hungy," Tommy complained, he had appeared in the cell after getting revived, with almost no memory of his life. And he looked to be only five or six years old.

"Look kid, all I have are potatoes," Dream snapped. He didn't know which was worse, teen Tommy that actively disregarded him and never listened, or toddler Tommy who was just annoying and never stopped complaining.

"No, no poo-tato," he grabbed the potato Dream had handed him and chucked it in the lava. Tommy had been talking with the same mocking tone all week.

"You have got to be kidding me," Dream glared at Tommy, resisting the urge to kill him again, knowing it would be better if he was alive, even in this state.

"La, la, la, I'm singing, I'm like Wilby," Tommy said, knowing perfectly well he was getting on Dream's nerves.

"Oh thank god," Dream said when he heard footsteps echoing over the lava. "Sam! Get this child out of here!"

"Hi Sam!" Tommy yelled, his high pitched voice hardly recognizable by Sam. "You have a funny name! I am looking for Wilbur!"

"T-Tommy?" Sam said, the disbelief clear in his voice. "Tommy go the the corner in the water!"

"Why?" Tommy asked, clearly not getting the urgency of the situation.

"Just do it you child," Dream demanded, pushing Tommy towards the corner of the cell.

"Okee," Tommy made his way over and stood in the water. Within seconds he was on the other side with Sam. "Hallo! Hehe, Techno always says that. Ooh! I'm big and scawy like Techno!"

"I'm so confused, how are you alive, and why are you, younger," Sam said, not expecting a response.

"I dunno," Tommy shrugged and with a huge smirk began running away from Sam. "Weeeee, freedom!"

"Tommy!" Sam ran after him, eventually cornering him as Tommy came up to the other lava. Noticing the kid's fearful and entranced expression as he started at the lava.

"No, lava bad," he muttered, backing away from it, he didn't know why, he just didn't like it. "Where's Wilbur?"

"I don't know, why don't you come with me and we'll find him," Sam reached his hand out for Tommy to take. Eventually he did. Looking between the lava and Tommy, Sam didn't feel right making him go through all the protocol, not like this. So he lead Tommy through the guards' secret passageways until they got to the main entrance of the prison.

"What is this place," Tommy asked, "why is Dweam in there?"

"This is a place where bad people go, and Dream is a very bad man," Sam said, leading him to the lockers. "Go into the chest and give me the card in there."

"Are you going to put Techno in there," Tommy asked, opening the ender chest and pulling out what Sam had told him.

"Not unless I have to," Sam said, the thought had crossed his mind, but if he did attempt to Phil would defend Techno. The two were powerful, but had stayed isolated in the mountains and didn't currently pose a threat.

"Is this all mine," Tommy looked at the contents in the regular chest in wonder.

"Yes, but we can leave it here or I can hold onto it until we figure this out," Sam said, talking about getting Tommy back to his normal age.

"But it's mine," Tommy said, he pulled out the axe and tried swinging it around, but the weight was made for someone bigger and stronger than him so he ended up falling to the ground. "Uh, you have it. Too heavy."

"I'll give it back as soon as you get back to normal," Sam said, ruffling Tommy's hair as he put the Axe of Peace back. "But first let's get out of here."

"Okay," Tommy said and Sam took him to the secondary exit he made just in case. They landed down in the water the prison had been built on and Sam helped Tommy swim to the shore.

"Tunnel!" Tommy said, pointing at the tunnel leading to Snowchester. "Let's go there!"

"Alright, I'll take you to Snowchester." Sam crafted a boat and got in, with Tommy getting in behind him, humming to himself as they headed towards the snowy biome.

"Who lives here," Tommy asked, taking in every bit of detail and rubbing his hands together to warm up.

"Tubbo does, I think Foolish and Ranboo do as well," Sam said, he knew he would have to go back to the prison to double check all the safety protocol and move Tommy's items.

"Tubbo," Tommy perked up, "let's see Tubbo!"

"I don't think he's here right now," Sam said, he would have to go back to the Dream SMP to see if Puffy or anyone else could watch Tommy, but then he'd have to explain what happened. "Come on Tommy."

"I'm cold," he said, trudging through the snow behind Sam to Tubbo's cabin.

"I know, but you need to stay here while I go do some things," Sam said, grabbing a cloak from a chest and wrapping it around Tommy. "I don't think Tubbo will mind if you look around."

"Who's up there," Tommy asked, hearing noises from the attic. He went over to the ladder and climbed up and opened the trapdoor to see Micheal entertaining himself. "Hallo! I'm Tommy."

"Oh, that's Micheal," Sam said, climbing up behind him. "Be careful. I have to go. Don't go outside, okay?"

"Okee," Tommy said, looking intently at Micheal as he snorted to himself. Tommy then made some piglike noises, making the young zombie piglin perk up and squeal in excitement.

"Wait, you know piglin," Sam asked, pausing as he started back down.

"Techno teached me, he's a pig-in," Tommy said, then made more noises and the two children continued to talk to each other. "Go away now."

"Well have fun, stay safe Tommy," Sam said, climbing down and closing the doors behind him.

Michael started to point at the photos of him, Ranboo, and Tubbo. Tommy looked at them and searched his memory, as far as he could remember Phil didn't have any pictures like that. Michael oinked as he offered Tommy a handful of cake. His stomach rumbled as he looked at the treat.

"Here I can give you a potato," Tommy said, offering one of the raw potatoes he had left over from the prison. "I don't like them." Michael lit up and took the potatoes, happily eating them.

"Hi Michael," Tubbo came up to see them, they hadn't even heard him open the door. "I'm back buddy."

"Michael wishes you and Ranboo were home more, and he's cold," Tommy said, pulling Tubbo's attention to him. "Hallo!"

"I- hello, who are you," Tubbo asked, he didn't think any other children were on the server, let alone human children.

"It's me, Tommy, remember me Tubbo," Tommy grinned, cake frosting covering his mouth. Tubbo froze. There was no way, it was impossible, he was seeing things. He had to be. Slowly Tubbo climbed back down the ladder.

"How is he," Ranboo asked, carrying a armful of red berry branches, he had slowly been working on clearing out all the berry bushes so Michael could safely walk around outside.

"I-I uh, he's cold," Tubbo stammered, still not fully processing what he found out.

"I can make him a coat, we do have the extra fabric," Ranboo said, he climbed up the ladder to see Tommy and Michael.

"You need this more than I do," Tommy pulled off the cloak and wrapped it around Michael. "I'll ask them to put a fireplace up here."

"Well hello there, who are you," Ranboo said, closing the trapdoor behind him. He sat down in front of the boys.

"Tommy," he said gleefully, "I was stuck with a bad man called Dweam, Sam took me here. He's looking for Wilbur."

"I- okay, do you remember anything before that," Ranboo asked, wondering if he knew everything that Tommy did. "Do you remember me?"

"Uh, no, but you're Ranboo right?" Tommy asked, "and why is Dweam in prison? What bad things did he do?"

"Well he killed multiple people, he blew up something that used to be Tubbo's, he stole some things of yours and did alot of bad things to you," Ranboo said, not mentioning how Dream had used him as well.

"Well I don't remember," Tommy said, he looked at Michael who had been jumping in the corner and snorted to him. "He wants to go outside."

"You understand him," Ranboo asked, he had been trying to find a book on piglin but now that he knew Tommy could speak it that would be a big help.

"Yeah, Techno taught me," Tommy said, making Ranboo feel stupid. Of course, he should have asked Techno to teach him, but then again he had no idea when he would wake up, and he might end up having to tell Techno about Michael.

"What do you remember," Ranboo asked, trying to get a better idea of what happened to Tommy, even if he wouldn't remember.

"Uh, Philza and Wilbur are my family, Techno is a friend of Dadza's, he was the ruler of some place," Tommy stifled a yawn, "the Antarctic Empire."

"Do you want to stay here until Sam comes back," Ranboo asked, Tommy nodded, leaning his head against him.

"Mhm," Tommy mumbled, the events of the past week finally catching up with him. Now that he was outside and could see the sun his lack of sleep started to take hold.

"I'll see if we have an extra blanket," Ranboo said as Michael looked at Tommy curiously. He went down the ladder to see Tubbo muttering to himself.

"Ranboo, please tell me I was just seeing things up there," Tubbo said, pacing around. "Cause I thought I saw Tommy, young Tommy."

"Oh he's there alright," Ranboo said, "I didn't believe it at first, but of course I've never seen young Tommy. So he couldn't have been an illusion."

"But how is he alive," Tubbo said, sitting down on one of the chests.

"Maybe Sam will know, cause Tommy doesn't remember why he was in there," Ranboo said, he grabbed their extra blanket. "But he is cute like this."

"Don't let him know that," Tubbo let out a small chuckle. When Ranboo went back up Tommy had fallen asleep in Michael's bed, Michael was lying down by him.

"Tubbo, get up here, you need to see this," Ranboo whisper yelled.

"What is it," Tubbo came up and 'aww'ed when he saw the two boys sleeping next to each other. "I forgot how peaceful he is when asleep."

"He sleeps like a baby," Ranboo said, "we're not letting this go when he gets back to normal, right?"

"Definitely not," Tubbo laughed, imagining the amount of teasing they could do with this.

"Ranboo, Tubbo, are you guys here," Sam called from downstairs.

"Shh, Tommy just fell asleep," Ranboo jumped down with Tubbo following behind. "So why is he like this?"

"Dream said he brought Tommy back," Sam said, "and he isn't happy this happened."

"Back, like back from the dead," Tubbo clarified.

"Yes, I'm going to try to look through my books and see if there's anyway to fix this," Sam said, "I just wanted to make sure Tommy was okay, are you guys good to watch him? If not I'm sure I could find Puffy or someone else."

"Well once he wakes up I could take Tommy with me, he's talked alot about Phil and Techno," Ranboo offered.

"I don't know, Phil hasn't been the best parent to Tommy in the past," Sam said, "I'd much rather have him stay here, where I know he's safe."

"Well we can't keep this a secret forever, the entire server knows he died," Tubbo said.

"But if the Eggpire knows he's alive they'll go after him," Sam said, "Sam Nook warned me that they were trying to kill him."

"I think alot more than just them were after him," Ranboo said, "If I remember correctly Niki said Jack had tried to kill him." He left out the part of Niki trying to as well, but she had changed, and she was part of the Syndicate.

"So we keep this between us right now, once we get Tommy aged back up he can decide what he wants to do," Sam said.

"I'll look through Phil's library for a solution," Ranboo pulled out his book to write down a reminder.

"We still have to tell someone, there's going to be times when we're all busy," Tubbo said, "and Tommy's not going to be as willing as Michael to stay here all day."

"I think we can trust Puffy, and possibly Quackity, that way he can be around different people," Sam said, he would have to check how close Tommy and Quackity were. Foolish was an option as well, and could protect Tommy if it came to it, but with the Eggpire attacking Foolish he wasn't so sure.

Later that day Ranboo had met up with Philza to help him work on his cabin. Phil was in the basement, trading with Techno's villagers.

"So Phil, can I ask you about something?" Ranboo said, coming down to help him.

"Of course mate, what's up," Phil said.

"What's the 'Antarctic Empire'," Ranboo asked, what Tommy said earlier stuck with him. And he knew it was safer to ask Phil before Techno.

"Do not ever bring that up with Techno," Phil said, his tone dark and warning. "Where the fuck did you hear that?"

"I- uh, Ghostbur mentioned something about it so I got curious," Ranboo lied, remembering that Sam had wanted to keep Tommy on the down-low for the time being.

"Alright, just don't tell Techno that I told you," Phil said, "the Antarctic Empire is a land far from here, it's where Techno lived before coming here. It's not quite an empire anymore and is the reason he hates government. He saw the state of everyone who lived there and hated himself for it. So he ended his reign and went into hiding, watching as the Empire tore themselves apart."

"That's crazy," Ranboo said, "but it does explain alot."

The next day Sam had run into Quackity while trying to find Puffy or Ranboo. He needed someone to watch Tommy, but Tuboo said he had other things to do.

"Oh thank god, Quackity can you do something for me," Sam said, stopping him.

"Uh, what is it," Quackity asked as Sam threw a book to him.

"Read that and go into the second floor suite of Tommy's hotel," Sam said, "you are to tell no one, if you have any questions find Tubbo or Ranboo."

"What the fuck, I have things I need to do myself," Quackity called as Sam ran off to finish repairing the prison, but with the mining fatigue he didn't know how long it would take him. Quackity sighed as he looked at the book, it wasn't titled and he decided to just pocket it. He walked to the hotel and when he confirmed Jack wasn't there, went up where Sam told him.

"Hallo!" Tommy waved, making Quackity jump. "Are you Big Q?"

"No, no, no," Quackity shook his head, it had to be some cruel joke.

"No?" Tommy said, "are you sad?"

"No! What's your name?" Quackity said, there was no way this was Tommy. He wasn't a kid, he was dead.

"Tommy, I'm five," he said, then walking back to what he was doing. He took a yellow paper he had cut out and put together, and put it on his head. It was a crown. "I'm like Techno!"

"Okay, but why are you a child," Quackity pulled out the book and began to read it. It explained to him the situation as far as they knew, that he was to keep Tommy hidden, and the added death threat if anything happened to Tommy.

"What's wrong with being a child," Tommy asked, everyone had been talking as if him being like this was wrong. This statement make Quackity burst out laughing, the older Tommy would have never said that.

"I don't know, I mean you're probably less of a handful at this age," Quackity said, ruffling Tommy's hair. He had to make the most of this, and he had the perfect idea of how. "How would you like to help me annoy an old grumpy ghost?"

"Sure," Tommy grabbed the moth toy he had spent all of last night begging Sam and Tubbo to make. "Ready."

"What's your moth's name," Quackity asked as he and Tommy left the hotel. Tommy waved by to Sam Nook as they passed him.

"His name is Clementine," Tommy said, Quackity tried not to laugh again as his British accent fully came out when he said the name. "And you have to say it just like me."

"Okay kid," Quackity spotted Jack in the distance, he was coming in their direction. "Listen to me, we're going to play superheroes right now. My name is Big Q, and yours, what's a name you like?"

"Bird man!" Tommy said, Quackity shook his head, there was no way Jack would buy that. "No, um, Sleepy Boi! It's what Wilbur would call us."

"That works. Now I need you to tell everyone you see that's your name, cause we're under cover and we can't let anyone know our real names," Quackity said, he just had to hope Jack would fall for it.

"Okee Big Q," Tommy said as they passed Jack. He originally walked right by, but did a double take when he saw Tommy.

"Wait is that- no that's impossible," Jack stopped, he said it to no one in particular, but Quackity had heard him.

"Who? This kid," Quackity asked, playing it off. "Why don't you tell Jack your name."

"I'm Sleepy Boi!" Tommy said, putting his fist in the air. There was a moment of confusion on Jack's face, but he seemed to buy it.

"Well if this little guy wants to have a room in my hotel, I might be willing to give it at a discount," Jack said, "well I have work to do, see you around Big Q."

"But that's my hotel," Tommy said as Jack went out of earshot, "Sam told me."

"Well right now you're not old enough to own the hotel," Quackity said, "and because Jack is the only employee he automatically got ownership when you were in the prison."

"I'm going to fire him as soon as I take it back," Tommy said, his head held high.

"Alright, you do that," Quackity chuckled, there was a small chance he would actually do that once they found a way to fix him.

#childinnit #tommyinnit #awsamdad #ranboo #micheal

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the-writing-mobster · 2 years ago

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Could we maybe get some hcs/imagines about the Baby Face gang at a school event (ex. a dance maybe?) I feel like they'd be a chaotic group at social events like those lol

| Baby Face Boys & Babes HCs! | Prom! 🪩💖🫶

*Set in the 90s of course. 😌 Frisk not included since this is Senior prom. Also, these are a bit long, I kind of popped off with these soooo...

AHHHHH yes of course! Such a great suggestion! 💖🫰 My girlfriend and I were actually talking awhile ago about what the boys would do at prom. I know you said any general school event, but you did specifically mention a Dance, so I'm going with Prom because it's the most recognizable event here in the states at least, ever haha! ...this might actually make it into the fic tbh...

If anyone else has requests for head canons and little imagines like this I guess, feel free to drop them in my inbox. You can do anon too if you're shy, I'm pretty sure I have it turned on. If you want HCs for a specific character from Baby Face (Sans, Frisk, Nick, Alphys, Jonas, Midas, Maeve etc) just let me know! ;)

Sans: Mr. Steal Your Girl

Didn't bring an official date (although Jonas did come as his Junior Plus One,) that comes with way too much pressure tbh, and he's too cool for that shit so... Instead, he's made it his personal mission to bag as many chicks in one night as possible. Why else come to a school dance? 🤨 What to have fun? Don't be fucking lame.

He brought his own alcohol and teachers are warily eyeing him about it. He's not subtle but no one's stopped him at all. He has too much audacity and not enough consequences.

He's definitely not wearing a full tux. He's got a black suit jacket, a black turtle neck and black jeans, and he knows he looks good too. He's dangerous.

“Excuse me, you look like you're bored out of your mind, care if I step in? Don't worry bro, I'll bring her right back.” The poor guy ain't gonna fight him. What, fight SANS!? AND FUCKING DIE TOO WHILE I'M AT IT?

Such a smarmy prick, but he's got the whole gym swooning after him. Every guy wants to knock his lights out but he's untouchable.

He's a decent enough dancer for a slow dance, and can lead without looking at his feet which counts for something. He's definitely not gonna bust a move, but he is gonna encourage some light grinding.

Although he doesn't spend most of his time dancing in fact, he's at the poker tables, doing some mock gambling with a crowd of ladies. Definitely teaching the girl right next to him how to play poker. He helps her win and she is all over him afterwards.

The guys are ANNOYED that he just ditched them to flirt with girls he definitely won't care enough about to call back the next morning but hey, who's gonna stop him?

He's not completely selfish though. The boys don't know but he's pointing some of them out and talking them up to some of the girls. What a fucking hero.

“Yeah you see my friend over there? He's fucking hilarious. He'll make you die laughing he's so funny. Such a goofball... You like goofy guys? You must if you're goin out with Morty, although... Morty's kind of a total cringefest. Like... I know a fake laugh when I see it, kid. You might be fooling Morty into thinking he's funny you're not fooling me. Go talk to Jonas. You'll love him.”

After he and some girl sneak off to the bathroom via teleportation and he's a little happier about the night (😏,) he comes back to the guys to deliver phones numbers and tales of his exploits.

Nick: Dual Class CD Solicitor & Dance Captain

He is using prom as not only an excuse to hang out with his friends, but also to sell their CDs and maybe, HOPEFULLY play a set for everyone! He has all of their equipment in a UHaul Van, COME ON PRINCIPAL GIVE US A CHANCE! We Promise we won't play any Heavy Hard Rock 🥺🥺

When a song he actually likes comes on the speakers, he reveals to the world that he's actually an INCREDIBLE dancer! He knows how to SWING DANCE! (His mom taught him)

Throw this man into a dance circle and he will bust out the double back flip into the splits bullshit you've ever seen.

Him and Jonas will dance together because they're both pretty good dancers and Jonas is the only who can keep up with Nick's energy.

The two are flinging each other around and all anyone can do is stand in a circle and cheer them on. It's the 90s and two guys dancing??? I mean it's not slow dancing or anything, thems is impressive! No one is weirded out by them thank God. I mean, if they had a problem with them, it'd probably be Monster related.

But Sans is just around the corner so ain't no one gonna be a bigot to their group.

A girl who's most certainly had a crush on him for forever, finally gets the courage to ask Nick to dance and he just smiles at her all sweet and asks if she knows how to swing. If not, he shows her a few basic moves and the two get to it. He doesn't ask for her number though, in fact he completely forgets that that's something a normal guy interested in girls would do. As soon as they're done he leaves her with a friendly goodbye and goes back to hanging out with his buddies, content as ever.

She definitely thinks he's gay after that (he's Bi and just so... Oblivious) ... He ruined her night without even realizing it 🤦🏼‍♀️ That girl is crying in the club because of him.

He would ask one of the admins if his band can play a song or two and gets denied every single time no matter what. He keeps insisting though, at one point practically begging.

Finally they're allowed to play ONE song (He went to Muffet and she put in the demand, ain't no one gonna tell Ms. Muffet no...)

Once Sans finally comes back, Nick rushes everyone on stage and they perform one of their more light hearted fun songs. It's a hit, obviously! Especially with the ladies.

All the other guys in the school are punching the air right now. Like, this friend group is too powerful.

Annnnd after the performance they fucking leave. They dip immediately and go get drunk in some parking lot.

Alphys: Awkward Lesbian™

Too many pretty girls.

She and Maeve opted to be each other's dates, but Maeve is off playing black jack with Midas so she's stuck at the punch bowl.

The punch bowl has obviously been spiked, and Alphys knows exactly who did it, but ain't no way she's ratting.

In fact? It's honestly a win. Why would she want to be sober at Prom?

Having gay panic every single time she sees a girl in a beautiful prom dress.

Alphys was convinced to wear a dress and is now trapped in a dress very similar to the one from Never Been Kissed. (If you know you know.) She's wearing sneakers with it though because of course she is :)

She is gorging herself on cupcakes too. In fact, the entire snack table has been turned into her stress, drunk eating buffet, the poor Baby!

Maeve comes to check on her and the two go dance with each other as well. Again, no one fucking messes with them because if they did they'd be dead in a dumpster from the reaper.

As a complete opposite to Nick, Alphys is the worst dancer, she has two left feet and constantly steps on Maeve's toes. She's always apologizing and Maeve is ever so patient with her. It's a good thing Alphys is tipsy off spiked punch now, otherwise Maeve would've never been able to convince her to dance.

As the night comes to a close and the boys climb up on stage, she retires back to the punch bowl. Prom is shaping up to be so awkward and...

“Ugh, they're letting a rock band play? God this is lame.” Alphys staggers over herself to defend her boys and comes face to face with the prettiest, most chiseled fishy face ever... Red braids towering her head.

Instantly she becomes a stuttering mess. Obviously. Pretty gorwl... But the spiked punch gives her that courage she needs to actually be able to talk to her. AND SHES TALKING BACK!?

This girl is obviously Undyne; she's a freshman in college, but was invited as her cousin's plus one so that the poor guy wouldn't be alone.

The two sense the sapphic vibes from each other and instantly hit it off. Undyne takes her to play poker, they dance, they get to know each other, it's soooooo sweet!

At the end of the night when the boys head out to leave, Maeve comes to find her and asks if she wants to join. Alphys decides to stay to hang out with Undyne. Maeve is instantly their biggest supporter, I mean come on.

She had no expectations for prom and then found her soul mate 🥹

Undyne takes a drunk Alphys home, and as a college student who is an expert on holding ones liquor, she helps her stay hydrated, gets her meds so she doesn't puke in her sleep, and helps put her to sleep.

Jonas: Lover boy

Much like Sans, Jonas is here for one thing: Girls.

He also didn't bring a date, and it's exactly for the same reason as Sans - In fact, as much as Jonas would never admit it, Sans is his unofficial Dating Sensei. (This is awful, wdym there's two of these fuckers!?)

He just doesn't have the untouchable suaveness that Sans has, so instead, he relies on being an adorable goofball which... It also works pretty well in his favor.

He also steers clear of taken girls. He doesn't want to start shit. I mean... Could he knock someone's lights out? Of courses but that's just so barbaric. Lycans already get enough shit.

Because Sans is kind of his role model, Jonas is also not wearing a complete suit. He's only got the nice button up and a loose tie around his neck. It's a good look for him, it's super cute.

Obviously, he's also an exceptional dancer as one of the other athletic guys in the group. Where Nick does swing, Jonas is super good at the Lindy Hop, an amazing improviser.

He's also super competitive so, Nick busts out a back flip, so does Jonas. Nick starts swinging, Jonas starts twirling and throwing him around on the dance floor until the circle's been formed and there's nothing these guys can do but keep dancing.

Once they're finally done, Jonas is amazed by how many girls want to dance with him. They're also surprisingly good humored and laugh at all his jokes. Wow he's really good at this!

The girls love being twirled around by him, dipped, lifted and tossed around. He's so energetic and has really great stamina, plus he's not embarrassed at all.

Sometimes he'll seek Sans out while Sans is making out with someone and just bum his flask off of him for some more ~liquid courage~

(not that he needs any. That guy has no shame whatsoever.)

He would definitely make a dirty joke to a girl who he didn't realize was already with someone and get slapped. Nick would immediately come to defend him but Jonas would be like "no I deserved that, I'm sorry."

Always wondering where Midas is because those two are like pees in a pod and is the only one who notices Midas and Maeve exclusively hanging out with each other. "huh, 🧐 cool! 😄" *does not question it at all*

You know he adores performing and being in the limelight. He's so excited about everything and loves all of the attention.

After they leave to their little friendship after party, he gets black out drunk and does a lot of stupid shit that the boys will be talking about til the day they die.

Midas: The Prom Demon Legend 😈

You all saw this one coming.

He is the one the teachers are always keeping their eye on. They know Sans has a flask, but Midas is definitely hiding something and he's up to no good!

At first he stuck with Jonas and Nick, but got bored when they started to dance. Dancing isn't his favorite, he might knock his sunglasses off so...

Instead he's just lurking the gym and when Nick starts begging the teachers to let the band play, he slips in and the bastard spikes the punch Alphys can thank Midas for everything that happens from there on out 😎 unintentional cupid.

Maeve & Midas run into each other after the successful Punch Spiking of '96. Obviously they stick with each other and go play black jack.

Midas is terrifyingly good at black jack. For a game entirely based on luck, he seems to win every damn time. Definitely suggested they actually start gambling and promptly shut down by the teacher.

“Well I don't know I'm feeling lucky tonight, how bout you guys?" "Midas, no sir.”

Maeve and Midas would go outside so that Midas could start smoking. They share a blunt together as they joke about everyone in the group being complete goobers.

Those two absolutely dance high together outside to muffled music. It's surprisingly romantic, but that's what prom is all about right?

If someone misgenders Maeve, Midas gets really pissed off and threatens to turn them to stone. Almost gets in trouble because of this, but Maeve is there to talk the admin down

Probably the reason the teachers were apprehensive about letting the band play. He's a little bit of a problem child 🤪

I'd say for him at least, the night is a success, and he goes down in legend as not only the most wicked keyboard player of all time, but also the legendary punch spiker, King of Prom.

They all leave before Prom King and Queen can be announced. Fuck that noise.

Midas makes Maeve a little paper crown while they're all drinking in the parking lot and declares her his personal prom queen.

Maeve: Paper Prom Queen 👑💖

Obviously we already know she and Alphys came as dates. Maeve is dressed in a prom dress she made herself.

It is perfectly fitted to her.

She gets a lot of weird looks, obviously from being a trans woman in the 90s, but she's also a big Lion Monster who is ALSO friends with a reaper so, again, no one's gonna say shit to her, and she's not going to take it.

Besides, she wears skirts to school all the time, even before she transitioned so it's not like it's something she's never done before. And she WORKS IT.

She's out in the crowd complimenting everyone's dress and their corsages. Always gassing other girls up and making them feel like the princesses they all are. Maeve of course is the queen of all of them.

She really wants to join Nick and Jonas to dance, but her heels are a little too tall for the kind of dancing those goobers are doing.

She finds Midas eventually and the two stick to each other's hip like lichen. She's always impressed by him, especially at the black jack table.

Where Midas is always winning, she's always losing but is a super good sport about it.

Covered for Midas when the teachers started asking about the spiked punch.

When they're outside she definitely wanted to confess she had a little crush on him but didn't want to ruin their moment so she just enjoyed herself.

They slow danced to Head over Heels by Tears for Fears, of fucking COURSE they did.

All female drummers are the hottest thing ever, so she definitely got a lot of under the table interest from some other guys but she didn't pay any of them mind. Why would she if they're gonna be fucking weird about it?

She's only got eyes for one guy who unfortunately, she can not look in the eye.

Her heart is literally bursting out of her chest when he crowns her paper queen though. One, it's literally so gender affirming for her and two, she's head over heels. 🥺🥺💖💖

You're honor... I love them.

Kronk Face: Oh yeah. This is going in the fic. Thanks Galaxy.

↓ Slow Dance song of the century 🥺💖🫶 ↓

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writer-ish · 3 years ago

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The 3rd Annual Bloom Edenbrook Fundraising Gala

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Dr. Brooke Spiers) Word Count: 2.9k Rating: Mostly T (innuendo, language, smooches)

Premise: Dr. Brooke Spiers and Dr. Ethan Ramsey get coerced into answering anonymous questions submitted by generous donors at this year's hospital fundraising gala. They have about as much fun with it as you'd expect.

This idea is all thanks to THIS ASK from the lovely @lem-20. The concept and all questions are hers! Thank you, darling Leah! ♥️

Author’s Note: My first time with a mixed-media type post(!!!) and the writing part has been done almost script-style, similar to the "Not Yet Wed" questions courtesy of @jamespotterthefirst, which you can find HERE. Hope you all enjoy. 🥰

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SETTING - Diagnostics Office - 5:15 PM

TWO DOCTORS in formal attire sit across from one another. The male, DR. ETHAN RAMSEY, late-30s, devastatingly handsome, leans against a desk, arms crossed. The female, DR. BROOKE SPIERS, late-20s, charmingly attractive, sits on a larger table further away, legs swinging.

Ethan: I can't believe you talked me into this.

Brooke: [smirking] Why does this feel like deja vu?

Ethan: You know exactly why. You coerced me into the same sort of nonsense in your intern year for that magazine—whatever it was.

Brooke: Yeah, and remember how much publicity the hospital got that year? You're welcome.

Ethan: How can you be sure our "publicity" had to do with that article and not the fact that a first-year intern stole from a large pharamceutical company to administer an unapproved drug to—

Brooke: [hands up] Okay, okay, we get it. Regardless, you have to admit I was responsible for all the publicity. [grins]

Ethan: [can't help but grin back] Touche. [sighs deeply] Let's go home.

Brooke: Can't, babe. We're the main event.

Ethan: How did this even come about? Is there not some code of ethics against this sort of thing?

Brooke: [laughs] It's just staff and donors. All adults. We're showing that we're good sports and it's for a good cause.

Ethan: [grumbles] I don't know why people care so much about us.

Brooke: You don't? I mean, have you seen us?

Ethan: [dryly] And so humble, too.

Brooke: Lord knows you aren't with me for my humility.

Ethan: Indeed. [picks up a glass from the desk at his side, swirling the amber liquid] Well, I hope you're prepared.

Brooke: [amused] Prepared?

Ethan: You're used to me being reticent in situations like this and holding back? [downs the liquid in one shot] Not today.

Brooke: [wary] What does that mean?

DR. RAMSEY stands up, crossing the room towards DR. SPIERS until the latter is forced to open her legs to accommodate his presence. He braces a hand on either side of her, leaning forward until their lips are almost touching. Her face flushes. He notices, and a slow, lazy smile spreads.

Ethan: It means [kisses her slightly open mouth softly] I'm answering all their questions.

Brooke: [giggles nervously] All of them? But what if—

Ethan: [punctuating each word with a kiss] All. Of. Them.

He leans forward and captures her mouth in a deep, searing kiss. Her arms twine around his neck and she lets out a soft moan. Drawing her ankles around his legs she pulls him even closer and he places one hand on the desk as the other glides up her back. They stay like that, interlocked for a moment, before he pulls away.

Brooke: [eyes still closed] Hmph.

Ethan: Let's go get this over with.

Brooke: [slowly opens eyes and peers at him, disgruntled] What kinds of questions do you think people are submitting?

Ethan: Like you said, Dr. Spiers... [a slow smile spreads] Have you seen us?

DR. SPIERS laughs as she follows DR. RAMSEY out.

A.N. PLEASE do not look too closely at this very badly photoshopped pic 😂

SETTING - Bloom Edenbrook Hospital, Main Atrium - 6:25 PM

Our two doctors sit beside each other on a makeshift stage. A semi-recognizable third-year resident is the host for the evening. DR. RAMSEY dusts an imaginary piece of lint off his sleeve. DR. SPIERS has her hands in lap, knee shaking slightly. Noticing, Dr. Ramsey reaches over and rests his hand on her leg. She looks over with a small smile and places her hand over his.

Thank you to our very own Chief of Medicine, Dr. Ethan Ramsey, and his partner, head of the Diagnostics Team, Dr. Brooke Spiers, for being here with us today for a good cause. Dr. Ramsey and Dr. Spiers, are you prepared to answer some questions provided by our generous, anonymous donors?

Brooke: Sure, why not.

Ethan: [through gritted teeth] For a good cause.

Alright, excellent. I will be drawing these questions at random. Thank you to all who donated for the opportunity to submit a question.

Dr. Ramsey and Dr. Spiers, you will both be posed a question. If you choose to answer, you must both answer. If you choose not to, you must match the donation made by the donor, in lieu of a verbal response. Are you ready to begin?

Ethan: Mmm.

Brooke: [nervous laugh] I suppose.

Alright, here we go!

First question: If he/she could take one thing to a desert island what would it be?

Brooke: Me.

[Audience whoops and laughs]

Ethan: [can't hide his smirk, before clearing his throat] Brooke would take her phone. Heaven forbid she can't post about something on Pictagram.

Brooke: It's true. I'm sorry for being such a young millennial needy for external validation.

What are your nicknames for each other?

Brooke and Ethan: [look at each other. Brooke laughs.]

Ethan: Just say it.

Brooke: I mean, it's nothing too embarassing. I call him babe usually, or baby sometimes if I'm feeling extra nice. He calls me—[blushes and looks over at Ethan]

Ethan: [sighs] 'My love'. I call her 'my love'.

[Audience "awwww"s]

Who’s the better cook?

Brooke: Oh, Ethan. A hundred percent.

Ethan: It's true.

Brooke: I'm abysmal.

Ethan: Normally I would demur when it comes to Dr. Spiers' perceived faults, but in this case she's correct.

Brooke: Thanks, babe.

Ethan: You have many wonderful qualities that don't involve ovens, my love.

[A squeal from the audience that sounds suspiciously like Sienna]

Who has the last word in an argument?

[simultaneously] Brooke: Ethan Ethan: Brooke

[They look at each other]

Brooke: [laughs incredulously] Seriously?

Ethan: You think I don't hear you muttering to yourself after you walk away, almost every single time?

Brooke: Oh, so cursing your name and your very existence counts as the last word and not you shouting [affects deep voice] "And that's final!"? Duly noted.

Ethan: I don't sound like that or say that.

Brooke: Mm, sure.

Who is best at keeping secrets?

Brooke: Uh, neither of us?

Ethan: I had a secret once and it was hell keeping it.

Brooke: You've had a couple.

Ethan: True. I'm done with secrets.

Brooke: In lighter news, we kept [gestures between the two of them] this thing a secret for a bit. No?

Ethan: [opens his mouth to agree, when he's interrupted by a shout from the audience—]

Audience member that sounds suspiciously like Elijah: Nope! We all knew!

[Audience loudly murmurs in agreement]

Brooke: Never mind, then.

Who wears the trousers in the relationship?

Ethan: Neither of us subscribes to antiquated beliefs of superiority in a relationship. We're partners and teammates and work together accordingly. Sometimes she helps and guides me and sometimes I do the same for her. There is no one person who holds higher ground over the other and to imply otherwise would be foolish.

Brooke: [literal heart eyes at Ethan] What he said. [stage whisper] Except it's me.

[Audience laughs as Ethan rolls his eyes]

What is his/her worst habit?

Brooke: Workaholic, poor communication skills, yells first and asks questions later… I could go on.

Ethan: Charming. I have two words for you: messy packrat.

Brooke: Excuse me?

Ethan: If I had a nickel for every useless piece of garbage you kept "just in case" or for each article of clothing on the floor of my bedr—[clears throat] Just trust me.

Brooke: [smirks and whispers against Ethan's ear so only he can hear] Sorry, who is responsible for my clothes on the floor…?

Ethan: [says nothing but smirks as well]

[Audience murmurs in scandal]

What three words would you use to describe them?

Brooke: Hmm. Let me think.

Ethan: Passionate, caring, intelligent.

Brooke: [looks at him fondly] You came up with those fast.

Ethan: [matter-of-factly] I could give them ten more easily.

[Audience "awww"s]

Brooke: [to the audience] No, no, no don't be fooled, he doesn't mean only the flattering words, trust me.

Ethan: I believe it's your turn.

Brooke: Dedicated, compassionate, brilliant.

Ethan: [smiles softly at Brooke, who avoids his gaze. He reaches over and squeezes her hand.]

Brooke: [mutters] Yeah, yeah.

What celebrity do you/they think they most look like?

[Both Ethan and Brooke look at the announcer quizzically.]

Brooke: Celebrity? Uhh…

Ethan: I don't even know how I would begin to answer this question.

Brooke: Ryan Reynolds?

[Audience laughs and loudly disagrees]

Ethan: Who?

Brooke: [laughs and shakes her head] I don't know! I just named a random hot guy. You name a redhead actress. Jessica Chastain?

Ethan: [confused] Do you mean Jessica Rabbit?

Brooke: No I don't mean— [looks at him incredulously] Are you saying you think I look like Jessica Rabbit?

Ethan: No, I thought that's what you were saying and I was about to tell you how incorrect you were. Er, that is to say—

Brooke: I feel like you're digging yourself into a hole here.

Ethan: Agreed.

Who is the most vain?

Ethan: Both of us have more pressing concerns than our physical appearance.

Brooke: Ethan.

Ethan: [splutters]

Brooke: If you're going based off who spends more time on their hair in the bathroom? Ethan.

Ethan: [crosses his arms and glowers, but doesn't disagree]

What is his/her guilty pleasure?

Brooke: Ethan's is cooking shows, particularly Nigella.

Ethan: It's true. Brooke's is high calorie indulgences like—what's the freezer cake you made me buy the other day? With no identifiable or even passably edible ingredients?

Brooke: Ooh, Deep 'n Delicious. So good.

Ethan: [rolls eyes] Yes, because we all need our daily dose of hydrogenated oils and preservatives.

If they had a free pass, which celebrity would they choose to sleep with?

[Look at each other blankly]

Brooke: Uhh… Nigella?

Ethan: This Ryan Reynolds fellow?

Brooke: [laughs] I don't even like him!

Ethan: So who, then?

Brooke: [crosses her arms] I notice you didn't deny Nigella.

Ethan: This question is stupid. Next question.

Where and when did you go on your first date?

Brooke: Derry Roasters

Ethan: What? No. I took you to Sorellina—

Brooke: What, three years after we first met? No. Our first date was Derry Roasters when you caught me following you that time.

Ethan: Ah, so she finally admits it. I thought at the time I was… what was it, "paranoid"?

Brooke: [laughs only a touch guiltily] Did I say that?

Ethan: So you're treating the first time you trailed after me to the local coffee shop as our first date?

Brooke: Well, you paid.

Ethan: Yeah, after you "forgot" your wallet.

Brooke: What, you thought I pursued you for your good looks? No, sir. I like a man with deep pockets. Plus, you know how I know it was a first date?

Ethan: Please, enlighten me.

Brooke: You ordered for me and I didn't get annoyed and it was horrible, but I still drank the whole thing.

Ethan: The espresso Romano is not horr—

Brooke: Horrible. Coffee and lemon? [shudders] That's how I knew I was into you.

Ethan: [intrigued] Really? Way back then?

Brooke: [nods, blushing slightly, and rolls her eyes] Oh brother, don't act so shocked. You knew.

[Audience laughs and whoops]

Ethan: [shell-shocked face showing he absolutely did not know]

Where was your first kiss?

Brooke: [sheepishly] Miami.

[Audience murmurs in surprise]

Ethan: [sighs] Yes.

Brooke: Is that—are Harper and Naveen exchanging money?

Naveen: [from the audience] Dr. Emery should know better than to question my instincts!

Ethan: [loudly groans] Next question.

Who is the loudest in bed?

Brooke: [yelps and, remembering Ethan's earlier warning, throws her hand over his mouth]

Ethan: [from behind her hand] You probably could have made the answer less obvious.

Brooke: [blushes and groans]

[Audience roars its approval]

Which of your friends do you think he/she is most likely to have a crush on?

Brooke: Ohhh, this is awkward.

Ethan: My friends?

Brooke: Considering we can list your friends on one hand…and some of them intersect with mine. [bites lip] What do we do with this one?

Ethan: [to the host] What did the donor pay?

Sorry?

Ethan: To submit this question. How much?

Oh, uhh—[checks] $200.

Ethan: I'll write you a cheque for $200. Next question.

Brooke: [shakes her head laughing] All the questions, huh?

Ethan: At my discretion, yes.

Bryce: [from the audience] You know the answer was me for both of you, anyway!

Ethan: [scoffs] Fat chance, Lahela.

Brooke: [pointedly silent, staring straight ahead]

Ohh-kay. Next question. Who had feelings first?

Brooke: Ha, me. For sure.

Ethan: Are you sure?

Brooke: [looks at him incredulously] I just told you I liked you even after you bought me lemon coffee at Derry Roasters three years ago. [sits up to look at him more fully] No chance you liked me earlier than that. I mean, like-liked me.

Ethan: "Like-liked you"? Are we twelve?

Brooke: You know what I mean. You were such a grouch and I was just your annoying intern.

Ethan: [irritatedly] The annoying intern I kissed in Miami, what, a week later? Is that how obvious my lack of feelings for you were?

Brooke: [opens her mouth to respond and then closes it again]

Ethan: That's what I thought.

Who’s more dramatic?

Brooke: Ethan.

Ethan: I am absolutely not—

Brooke: See? Honestly, he's exhausting.

Ethan: [glowers]

Who has the weirdest orgasm face?

Brooke: Weirdest?

Ethan: Oh for the love of—

$5000 to not answer this one, doctors.

Brooke and Ethan: [jaws drop simultaneously]

Brooke: Someone paid five-thousand dollars—

Ethan: What kind of a pervert—? Fine, say it's me.

Brooke: It's really not.

Ethan: [quietly] Well, it's certainly not you.

Brooke: Yeah, but—

I believe we have our answer!

Ethan: We'll take it. Next!

What are you most likely to argue about?

Ethan: Brooke believes I could be more communicative about my feelings, especially when I have a problem.

Brooke: You do listen!

Ethan: Of course. We also argue about when she's going to move in with me.

[Audience gasps and murmurs in gleeful scandal]

Brooke: [jaw drops] Ethan!

Ethan: It's true. [turns to host] I believe it should have already happened. She believes she needs to maintain a tenuous hold on a bedroom she rarely occupies for a group of roommates who would be happy for her to move on.

Brooke: [fuming] Of all the high-handed—

Jackie, from the audience: He's right, girl, bigger and better awaits.

Brooke: [through gritted teeth, as Sienna, Ethan, and Aurora all nod and give her thumbs up] Maybe this is something we can talk about later—

Ethan: Whatever you say, my love.

Brooke: Oh, yeah, now with the "my love"s—

On that note! Here is our final question.

What’s the most romantic thing they’ve done for you?

Ethan: [looks at Brooke, who is still glowering] Most romantic?

Brooke: [glares]

Ethan: With Brooke, it's the little things. She'll notice when I'm having a bad day and bring me my favourite donut. Or a well-timed hand on my shoulder or knee when she can see I'm getting riled up.

Brooke: [glare softens a bit]

Ethan: She's thoughtful and kind and extremely empathetic. She knows what I need even before I know that I need it. It's not—candlelit dinners or what have you, but I've already prided myself on being a practical person and this intersection of—of practicality and care? That's what I find… [struggles to get the word out] romantic.

[Audience "awww"s]

Brooke: [screws up her mouth before leaning over to kiss Ethan on the cheek] Okay, that was sweet. [Thoughtfully] Most romantic thing Ethan has done for me? Well… [side-eyes him, before continuing] The HAZMAT suit sleepover last year was probably up there.

Ethan: [uncomfortable] I don't want that to be classified as—

Brooke: You were there for me at a time when I needed you most. If that's not romance, I don't know what is.

Ethan: [increasingly agitated] That's not romance, dammit, that's—that was a necessity. That was vital. I needed to be there. I needed to make sure you—that you—[cuts himself off, clenching his jaw]

Brooke: [eyes soft as she looks at him. Reaching out she rests her hand on top of his clenched fist until it unfurls slowly underneath hers and he releases his breath slowly] See? [softly] Romance.

Ethan: [sighs deeply, then links his fingers with hers and gruffly kisses the top of her hand] All this tells me is that I've neglected you on the "romance" side of things.

Brooke: [still smiling softly] No complaints. [looks out at the audience] Are we done here? [affects a deep voice] Are you not entertained?

Ethan: [fondly] And she says I'm the dramatic one.

I think we got what we needed, doctors. Thank you for helping out for a good cause. This raffle ticket session alone raised a total of $23,000 for Bloom Edenbook Hospital!

Ethan: [dumbfounded] That is insane.

Brooke: I promise we aren't that interesting.

The people beg to differ. Round of applause for Dr. Brooke Spiers and Dr. Ethan Ramsey for being such good sports. Until next time, doctors!

Ethan: [over thunderous applause] There absolutely won't be a next time.

Brooke: [laughs and stands up, smoothing out her dress]

Audience member that sounds suspiciously like Jackie: Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

Rest of the audience chimes in: Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

Brooke: [crosses her arms, smirking at Ethan]

Ethan: Oh for the love of— [acts like he's walking away, then loops an arm around her waist and pulls her close, tilting her back and kissing her thoroughly]

[Audience roars its approval]

Ethan: [pulls away slowly and sets her upright, chucking her chin with an affectionate and slightly devilish smirk. He starts to guide her away from the host and off the makeshift stage]

Brooke: [mutters, still a bit dazedly] Told you. Drama.

[Laughing, they walk off stage together.]

#open heart #ethan ramsey × mc #ethan ramsey #ethanbrooke facts #questions and answers #open heart fanfic

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tpwkjerii · 4 years ago

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feverish

you’re starting to come down with a serious case of the flu and, much to the dismay of your doctor boyfriend, you refuse to admit it. luckily, dr. lee minho (and his three cats) is more than ready to help.

pairing: doctor!minho x reader

warnings: ‘baby’ as a pet name, sickness, like one cuss word

genre: established relationship au, doctor au, tooth-aching fluff

word count: 1.6k+

a/n: minho in a doctor’s coat. that’s it.

“You look terrible.”

Those are the lovely words you hear upon the arrival of your boyfriend as he enters your shared apartment after a long day at the hospital. You turn, hoodie secure on your head and just poking out in the corner of your vision, and glare at him while he takes off his shoes and sets down his black messenger bag.

“Gee, thanks for the compliment,” you mutter, your voice hoarse like you smoked several packs of cigarettes a day for years (or like you’d been coughing the entire day, which you have).

“I’m just saying,” he says lightly as he slips off his white coat and places it onto the coat rack. “Are you sick?” he asks, concern evident in his voice.

You shake your head and push him away as he approaches your spot on the couch. “No, I’m fine.”

He ignores you and gently presses the back of his hand to your forehead, wincing as his cool hands meet your burning hot skin. “Wow, you’re definitely fine,” he mumbles sarcastically. He rolls his eyes when you push him away again.

“I have to finish this report,” you insist, reaching towards your side for your laptop that slipped away from your lap when you shoved Minho. “And I feel perfectly healthy,” you add as an afterthought. Unfortunately for you, right after you say that, you’re met with the familiar feeling of violent coughs building up in your chest.

Minho stares at you skeptically, watching as your face grows red and eyes widen from holding your breath to hold back your coughs. You pray that he leaves the room for his usual shower after work or that he just turns away, but it’s a lot easier for him to look at you than it is for you to hold your breath. After a good forty seconds, you breathe out heavily and cringe as heavy coughs shake your body.

You push your computer off your lap onto the couch and angle your head down as you cough loudly. Minho sighs and gently pats your back until the coughs stop and you’re able to rest your back onto the couch cushions comfortably.

He stands, stating, “The report can wait until you’re feeling better.” You watch breathlessly as he pours you a cup of water from the kettle in your small kitchen. He hisses as he turns the corner and hits the dining table, internally cursing at the cramped space. The larger (but still cozy) home he found was still bookmarked on his work computer, and he actually wanted to tell you about it tonight. But seeing your current state made him decide to wait until you felt better — you would need energy to keep up with the various spreadsheets and documents filled with pros, cons, and budgets that Chan and Jisung helped him create.

You mumble a small thanks while he hands you the warm mug, adding quickly, “My boss will kill me if I don’t hand this report in by Friday.”

He sighs and sits down next to you, pulling you down to lean against his side as his arms wrapped around your upper chest. “You’ve been working nonstop the past three weeks, you obviously have a fever, a cough, and a sore throat, and I won’t be surprised if your body will start aching and your head hurts later tonight.”

“Gee, what are you, a doctor?” you crack jokingly, but it seems that Minho is in no mood to joke as he deadpans, “Yes.”

You sigh and set your mug down onto the glass coffee table in front of the couch. “Look, I know you’re worried, but I really need to impress Dr. Kang if I want that promotion,” you start, pausing briefly to look up into his warm eyes. “I know you want to move out of this tiny place -” you gesture around the small apartment you’d shared ever since his med school days “- and the promotion can really help us out with that.”

Minho curses under his breath. “I’ll be making more after one more year, I prom-”

You shake your head with a soft laugh. “I don’t care about how much you make, Minho, you know that. It’ll be nice in the future, of course, but I don’t mind working harder now so we can move into a bigger place and get our life going.” It’s a lot to say at once, and you suppress another fit of violent coughs as you reach over to sip your water.

While Minho’s heart grows with adoration, his forehead creases in frustration. “Baby, you’re obviously sick. I wouldn’t be a good doctor or boyfriend if I let you continue to work like this,” he states firmly.

“But I -”

“You’re not fine,” he persists sharply, and you shy away at the firm look on his face. “Now give me your laptop,” he demands.

You sigh and hand him your open laptop, which was slightly warm as it ran the many open tabs and a long working document of your report. “You’ll write my report for me?” you ask sarcastically as he places your computer on his lap.

He hums and it only takes a five-second scan over the many paragraphs of your writing, filled with various statistics and phrases he didn’t even understand, for him to shake his head with a firm “Absolutely not.”

You laugh with him (which was really you just exhaling heavily so you didn’t cough again). “Thought so.”

You watch as he opens another tab and logs into his own email. Before you can ask what he’s doing, he explains, “I’m gonna write Dr. Kang an email to give you an extension. I know she loves me.”

You roll your eyes, reading the text that his fast typing produces.

Good Evening, Dr. Kang!

This is Dr. Lee Minho, Y/N’s boyfriend — we met at the Christmas party last year! I’m writing this email to let you know that Y/N has come down with a rather severe illness. Don’t worry, I’ll be treating her from home and ensure she makes a full recovery. I know she has a report due in two days, but as a doctor I insist she recovers and rests before she works on completing it again. I ask that you give her an extension of a few days so she does not strain herself and worsen her condition. I’m confident that Y/N will be able to finish soon after her recovery. If you have any questions please email me or feel free to drop by the hospital.

Kindly,

Dr. Lee Minho

“You know that she’s going to drop by and use this as an excuse to see you,” you mutter as you lean back and to the side on the couch, your eyelids drooping in exhaustion and (just like your doctor boyfriend predicted) your body starting to ache.

“I know,” Minho responds with a shrug, already moving off the couch to give you space to comfortably stretch out your legs.

“Because she’s basically in love with you — you handsome, young doctor, you,” you continue, your words slurred together and barely coherent. A smile graces your face as you feel your boyfriend slide a soft pillow under your head and a blanket over your body, which you didn’t even notice was shaking. Your smile grows as you feel a sudden weight and purring on your chest — one of the cats must have finally woken up.

“Baby, your sentences aren’t even making sense now.” Minho’s soft voice has recognizable fondness laced in it, and you don’t need to open your eyes to know that he’s probably looking down at you and either Soonie, Doongie, or Dori (you would open your eyes to check but they just feel so heavy) tenderly.

You don’t have the strength in you to respond to his remark, but the recognizable ping of an incoming email brings you to ask, “That her?”

“Yeah, I’ll read what she said.” He clears his voice dramatically and raises his voice to a higher pitch, imitating the nasally voice of your middle-aged boss.

Hello Doctor!

Thank you so much for letting me know! Of course Y/N can have an extension! Tell her not to worry about turning it in until next week Friday and please wish her a speedy recovery from me. You’re such a sweetheart to take care of Y/N and let me know on her behalf.

I’ll be taking that offer of visiting you tomorrow so I can write an official report for Y/N’s leave of absence with a doctor’s note. I promise not to take too much of your time, Doctor! Take care!

Warmly,

Dr. Kang

You scoff. “That’s bullshit. Employees on sick leave can just call in and take their time off with no doctor’s note.”

Minho laughs and leans down to kiss your forehead once, twice, and again. “Just sleep, baby,” he whispers as he caresses your head lovingly. You love this side of Minho — as cool as he may seem on the outside, everyone knows that he’s secretly a softie. It’s easy to doze off with his hand massaging the top of your head soothingly and the cats (yes, the other two joined in the group effort to heal you) purring on top of your chest.

Within a few minutes, you knock out. And right when you wake up, Minho (and Soonie, Doongie, and Dori) is right at your side with everything you needed, from pain medications to a warm cup of soup. Even as violent coughs continue to disrupt your sleep throughout the night, you feel incredibly happy and fortunate to have Minho at your side. While you don’t have much (material wise) for now, your small family is already more than enough.

a/n: sorry this is a bit late, finals are kicking my ass lskmfdls but i have a bunch of upcoming releases planned so :’)) I hope you guys liked this shorter one & pls leave notes/comments as they help me improve !!

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theclockworkmonk · 3 years ago

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Out of the Mouths of Babes — Chapter 5

AO3 | FFN

Previous chapter on Tumblr

Written for Hinny Ficfest 2021

Prompt: “Uncle Ron said something about Harry knocking Ginny up, but I don’t know what he means,” Teddy said.

*******

Harry barely reacted in time to put up a Shield Charm before two Stunning Spells shot across the kitchen table at him and deflected up into the ceiling.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" Ginny and Ron shouted at the same time, Ron flailing and tipping over backward in his chair.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Charlie screamed at Harry.

"Is he pressuring you into this?" Bill growled at Ginny.

"There is no reason to resort to something so drastic!" said Percy.

"And it's definitely not something to laugh about," said George.

Fleur was babbling a mile a minute in French, tears welling in her eyes and trying to get Victoire to stop crying.

Molly had collapsed into Arthur's arms and fainted.

"Have you lot all lost your minds!?" shouted Harry. "Why is it so important that I keep it?"

"What use do we have for it, anyway?" asked Ginny.

A second explosion of angry shouting erupted as all the Weasleys talked over each other.

"How in the WORLD is all this the appropriate response to Harry and Ginny living together!?" pleaded Hermione.

"THAT'S NOT — wait, they're living together!?" said Percy.

Hermione gasped and clapped her hand over her mouth.

"Oh please," George rolled his eyes, "Anyone with a brain already knew that."

"What!? Why didn't you say anything!" said Charlie, "We could have stopped this before it happened!"

"Gee, thanks, Hermione," growled Harry as she blushed harder.

"Then what the hell are all you gits talking about!?" barked Ginny loudly to cut through the cacophony of testosterone. "As annoying as you always are when treating me like an innocent girl, it makes more sense than getting upset about Harry's stupid Wizengamot seat!"

"Harry has a Wizengamot seat!?" asked Percy in awe.

"Don't get any ideas, Perce, Harry's taken," said George.

"Of course we're not talking about that!" said Molly, her voice shaking as she regained consciousness and stood up straight. "We're talking about the baby!"

Harry and Ginny looked sideways at Victoire.

"THE NEW BABY!" Molly shrieked, growing more exasperated.

"What, Hermione's baby?" asked Ginny.

Molly fainted again.

"Ex-CUSE me!?" cried Hermione as every head in the room spun to face her, Ron's turning a sickly shade of green.

"Oh...I shouldn't have eaten all those biscuits," Ron muttered fearfully, holding his stomach.

"Wait, Hermione's pregnant too?" asked Percy.

"No, I am not!" said Hermione forcefully.

"Wait, what do you mean 'too?'" asked Ginny. "Who else is pregnant?"

"THERE IS NO 'ELSE!' I AM NOT PREGNANT!" Hermione screamed. "Can we please establish that first?"

"Love, just calm down," said Ron softly, placing his hands gently on her shoulders. "It's okay, we can handle this. Why don't you just sit down…."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ron, even if I were pregnant, if you start coddling me you'll regret it. Ginny, why the hell did you say that I'm pregnant?"

"Well she kept dropping hints left and right that someone was pregnant!" Ginny gestured wildly towards Fleur, who until now was doing a good job of avoiding the chaos, and blushed self-consciously when it was her turn to be the focus of all the anger.

"Ginny, just stop it!" Fleur lashed out. "I was trying to encourage you to come clean!"

"...Me?"

"Ginny, we know about the baby," said Arthur calmly. "We've known for days."

About a dozen different emotions collided violently inside Harry. He couldn't imagine what the expression on his face might look like. He slowly turned on the spot towards Ginny.

"I'm sure you're about to say something all noble and comforting," said Ginny dryly. "But you don't have to be that good of a boyfriend yet. No, I'm not pregnant."

"I applaud your performance, Gin-Gin," said George, "but nothing stays secret for long in this family." He jerked his head toward Ron.

"Wha—Why are you jerking your head towards me, don't jerk your head towards me!" Ron panicked.

"Why is he jerking his head towards you, Ron?" Ginny seethed.

"Hell if I know!" Ron said defensively. "Don't get your knickers in a twist, this is the first I've heard of any new babies!"

"Sorry, Ronniekins, but you spilled the beans to Teddy, and he sold you out," said George.

"You told Teddy that I'm pregnant!?" Ron flinched as Ginny smacked his arm.

"Using much more vulgar language," Molly whimpered, still trembling and desperately clutching onto Arthur for support.

"I did not tell Teddy that you're pregnant!" Ron spoke up. "I never even—"

He stopped speaking and his eyes bulged out. He and Hermione faced each other, realization dawning on their faces.

Ron's voice is small. "...Oh—Ow! Ow! Ow! Stop it!" he cowered as Hermione started furiously hitting him.

"You — complete — idiot Ronald Weasley!" she shouted with each hit.

Ginny's older brothers were looking far too pleased with themselves for her taste.

"Okay, so can we stop this charade now?" asked Bill.

"Okay, I don't know what this latest domestic incident is about," said Ginny, pointing at the sparring couple, "I just know that I'm not pregnant."

"Teddy heard Ron saying that Harry had knocked you up!" said Charlie.

"No….but I might have said that it was likely that he would knock her up."

Harry gaped at him. "Why were you discussing me knocking up Ginny at all!?" he demanded, as he physically restrained Ginny from attacking Ron.

"Because you both were being so bloody shameless!" Ron shouted back. "It's enough to drive anyone mental! Don't try to annoy your brother by having no self-control and then get mad when he says you have no self control!"

"I want the record to show that I did not partake in this line of reasoning and told him he was being ridiculous," said Hermione.

"Thanks for the support, Love," said Ron.

Bill, Charlie, and Percy all seemed to have deflated like balloons. Their faces matched their hair and they were looking anywhere but Ginny's furious face.

"Well...erm…." said Charlie, trying to keep his face stern, "Ron's right, you should still—"

"Oh, do not try to still chest-beat after you've all been exposed as idiots!" Ginny hissed. "You've all been absolutely terrible to Harry and me based on what a toddler overheard!"

"She is right," Fleur scolded her husband, rejoining the row now that she had calmed Victoire down, "If you zink zat she is pregnant, you should not start fights to stress 'er out! Shame on you!" Bill hung his head.

"You know, I really don't think that trying to manipulate Ginny into talking about it is much better," said Harry flatly, "You all need to mind your own business!"

"Yes, don't think I'm going to forget this any time soon!" Ginny waved a threatening finger at all of them. "Not only treating me like an idiot child who's been taken advantage of, but actually thinking we're stupid and reckless enough to unintentionally get pregnant in the first place!"

"See, Molly dear?" Arthur told his wife gently, "it was all just a misunderstanding." He had guided her into a chair and was trying to calm her down. Her breathing was quick and shallow and her eyes were darting around madly.

"...No. No, it all fit…" she shook her head violently, "They're covering it up. You need to tell the truth, Ginny!"

It was clear that there was no reasoning with her, she had become delirious by now from all the chaos and panic.

Ginny groaned. "All right, you want to settle this? Fine, let's settle this." And without another word, she marched out of the kitchen into the sitting room, threw some floo powder into the fireplace, called out "Diagon Alley!" and disappeared into the flames.

The kitchen was finally quiet for the next few minutes as Molly's breathing slowly but surely slowed down to merely anxious instead of an outright panic attack. Bill and Fleur were bickering quietly in French, while Hermione silently gave Ron her best "I told you so" look for not watching what he said around Teddy.

After what felt like an eternity, the fireplace roared to life again and Ginny marched back into the kitchen, dusting soot off her clothes.

"Where did you go?" asked Harry.

She held up a vial of clear liquid. "Apothecary," she said shortly. The unique shape of the bottle was instantly recognizable.

"Oh, well that's just great," said Ron tiredly. "Harry Potter's girlfriend hastily buying a pregnancy test potion, I'm sure that won't be in the headlines tomorrow."

Ginny ignored him as she skimmed over the card that came attached to the potion. "Okay, yeah, blue for boy, pink for girl, white for not pregnant."

She uncorked the flask, set it down on the table, used her wand to cut off a single strand of her hair, and lowered it into the solution. The clear, colorless contents of the bottle instantly started bubbling furiously.

"See?" Ginny barked furiously, "So, now that we've gotten this circus over with, I would greatly appreciate it if you gits kindly butted the hell out of my love life, and we can all….just….move….on…."

Her voice trailed off into nothing as her eyes remained locked on the vial on the table.

Which was now a bright, vibrant blue.

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