#like ok she has that short one as her job outfit and she ate I fear

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

I believe in ankle length skirt Kaisa supremacy

[silversatoru]

Ok ok- don’t judge me but get this- College AU, Where Ereh and his friends all go to a nearby maid cafe and turns out his s/o works there, and his s/o is wearing a EXTREMELY short maid outfit and she starts to flirt with Eren’s friends, and basically Eren had enough and dragged his s/o to a bathroom stall, and fucked them calling y/n their little slut, etc. and fucked them so hard they couldn’t work the rest of the day- BYE- 🏃🏻‍♀️ 💨 🚪

maid cafe

a/n: i would never judge you for this???? your mind is incredible and this idea has corrupted my brain for days,, please send more of your wonderful ideas to my inbox. and please let me know what u think bc i truly hope i did u proud

eren yeager x female maid cafe!reader

synopsis: eren and his friends go to a maid cafe and his new girlfriend is their waitress — so he drags her to the bathroom and makes sure she knows who she belongs to

tags/warnings: smut, dom/sub, degrading, mild humiliation, mirror sex, public sex, mentions of drug use

word count: 3.4k

“hey, we should check out that maid cafe downtown. i heard the waitresses are fine,” jean smirked as he proposed the idea, passing a blunt he’d just finished rolling over to eren.

eren graciously accepted the weed, but clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes at jean’s new idea for their friday night. a maid cafe wasn’t particularly up his alley -- he’d just started dating you a few weeks ago and didn’t have any interest in drooling over other women all night. but he was bored and if everyone else wanted to go, he supposed he’d tag along too.

“hell yeah, pretty girls in short skirts sounds good to me,” connie jived, a giddy smile on his face as he blew out some smoke from his own blunt.

“don’t you think that kind of place is a little disrespectful, guys? we shouldn’t view women as-”

“you’re too uptight armin, maybe we can find a nice girl to suck you off and loosen you up a little bit” jean laughed and cut him off as the blonde boy continued to give his immature friends a disapproving look.

“whatever i’m in, just let me finish this first,” eren held up his blunt and took another long drag, “i wont be able to stand you assholes all night if im not high”.

the four of them hung around their shared four-bedroom college apartment a little longer, finishing up their smoke sesh and flinging half-assed insults at one another. the sky was already getting dusky by the time they actually left and were walking through the small, bustling town surrounding their campus. the cafe wasn’t too far, maybe a thirty minute walk, but it was a beautiful spring night and shit, gas is expensive.

armin’s face was horribly flushed when they finally arrived and entered the front door, the poor boy completely unable to even make eye contact with the hostess standing in front of them. his shyness earned him a swift elbow from eren — his way of telling the blonde boy to relax a little bit.

the young hostess spoke to them in a sing-song tone, her hair perfectly curled to frame her face and her cheeks pink with blush. connie and jean completely ate up everything she was doing, gawking at her like a bunch of losers who hadn’t gotten laid in way too long — which is exactly what they were. eren was almost relieved when she finally sat them at a table and walked away, because he couldn’t stand to listen to jeans' horrendous attempt at flirting any longer.

everything on the menu had cute names that matched the theme of the cafe, and while eren and armin browsed the options, connie and jean continued to whisper about the different waitresses and which one they hoped they got.

as for you, it had been a pretty uneventful night, normal customers and nothing too crazy — that was until you walked up to the newest table you were assigned and saw your boyfriend and his friends sitting around the booth. eren and you hadn’t been dating all that long, a few weeks at most, and you hadn’t even met any of these friends yet. anxiety began to pool in your chest, but you tried your best to put on your best voice and greet them like they were any other table — after all, eren was staring so intently at the menu that he hadn't even noticed you yet.

“welcome home, masters! can i get any drinks for you?” you push your voice up to a high octave and make sure to draw out the word masters — it was the opening line that every waitress was required to use by the cafe.

two of the four boys are ogling at you so intensely that they might as well have drool hanging off their desperate lips. a third boy is keeping his eyes fixated on the table as if he doesn’t want to look at you — which is something you’re not quite used to. and eren is staring at you with his mouth gaping open, which he quickly shuts before any of his friends can notice.

he decided to sit back and watch, an amused look on his face as you continue to flaunt your extra-girly facade. he decides that now isn’t a great time for introductions to his bonehead friends — plus he knows you’re nothing like this in real life, so it’s entertaining to watch you act so out of character.

not to mention you look hot as fuck in your skimpy maid outfit — the tight corset-like top hugged your breasts perfectly and your skirt was so short he could practically see the base of your ass cheeks. he could definitely get used to seeing you like this.

but his amusement quickly started to fade as connie and jean shamelessly showered you in compliments and flirted with you like their lives depended on it. and what makes it worse is you’re playing along — he gets that it’s your job but still, can’t you just tell them to shut the fuck up?

he shoots the two idiots across from him a dirty look as soon as you walk away, “hey dumbasses, cut the girl a break”.

“hey man, i didn't hear you call dibs or anything,” connie raised an eyebrow at him.

“yeah dude, we’re just fucking around, chill,” jean added, a light laugh hanging off his last word.

eren couldn’t do anything but roll his eyes in response. he didn’t want to outright expose your relationship yet but he wouldn’t be able sit here and watch this all night either.

his blood was practically boiling when you returned with a tray full of their drinks. connie and jean turned their charms right back on for you, and fuck, if he had to hear you call them “master” one more time he was gonna lose his mind.

“armin get the fuck out of the booth,” he glared at the blonde boy, practically pushing him out of the booth so he could get to you.

armin yet out a small yelp, clambering out of his seat and letting eren climb out after him. the dark haired boy gave you the sweetest smile, but his eyes were lit up like flames.

“hey, mind showing me where the bathrooms are?”

you find yourself frozen in place for just a second, but quickly recover and give him a quick “of course master, follow me!”

the two of you walk to the bathroom in silence, but you can practically feel the heat radiating off of eren.

when you reached the restrooms you opened the door for him and bowed your head, but he grabbed your wrist and yanked you inside behind him, earning a small yelp from you. you noticed him snap the lock down behind him, and before you could even question his motives you were backed into a wall with his lips working roughly against yours.

“so this is what you do all day? walk around with your ass hanging out while calling people master?” he growled in your ear while moving down towards your neck and placing violent kisses along the sensitive skin.

“i- ah- if it bothers you-“ you breath out between gasps, your hands pressed defensively to his chest, “god, you reek of pot, eren”.

“no, it doesn't bother me, i love watching you flirt with other men. but let me remind you who you actually belong to now,” he murmured, voice dripping with sarcasm as he nibbled up to your ear and his hands fondled with the zipper at the back of your uniform.

“eren!” a strangled yelp leapt from your throat as he unzipped you and let your costume fall around your ankles.

for a second you thought about trying to stop him, but his hot lips against your cool skin was starting to win you over. your neck was undoubtedly covered in bruised love marks now, your skin aching in the most beautiful way.

“take it all off,” he mumbled into your ear as he snapped the strap of your bra against your skin.

“we’re in a bathroom eren, i don’t-“ you tried to reason with him, but any inkling of a rational thought was long gone from his mind.

“what’s with all the protests? you had no problem following orders when my friends were the ones giving them,” he cocked an eyebrow at you and lifted his loose shirt over his head in one swift motion.

you could have retorted or made a jab back at him, but your attention was caught up in the perfect lines of eren’s physique. between the sculpted curves of each of his muscles, his dark hair tied in a loose knot at the base of his neck, and the evil smirk across his lips, you were rendered indefensible. everything about eren was so intoxicating, and the idea of letting him have his way with you right now, in this bathroom, was starting to sound less and less like a bad idea. you weren’t sure how long you’d been staring and admiring when his lusty voice filled your ears again.

“did you forget how to use that pretty mouth of yours? i’m sure i can give you a little refresher,” he faked a frown and pointed to the floor with his index finger.

without a shred of reluctance you sunk to his feet. he had you in a state of utter compliance now, and all he had to do was mutter a few arrogant words and take off his shirt — you were almost ashamed, almost.

after a few smooth movements of his fingers against the drawstrings of his sweats, the tip of his member was hanging mere centimeters from your face. you glanced up at him with giant eyes as he stared down at you with his clouded ones. between his raging hunger for your body and the high that was still clouding his mind, there wasn't a single coherent thought in eren’s head other than the way your lips would feel wrapped around his cock.

“open up, princess. if you wanna act like a slut, i’ll treat you like one,” he grabbed the back of your head and forced it forward.

your lips parted without even thinking, and he thrusted his full length down your throat without any warning. you were left coughing and sputtering, the walls of your throat constricting against his cock and sending a few curses from his lips.

he slowed down slightly after that, but kept a steady pace as he mouth-fucked you until tears were leaking down your cheeks. you were gagging and coughing and your face was stained with salty saline but you loved every second of it. his head rolled back as raspy grunts fell from between his teeth, his fist tightening at your scalp.

after he thought you’d finally had enough he pulled back and released your hair from his steel grip. his cock was aching now, coated in a thick layer of your sticky saliva and yearning for more.

“get on the counter,” he ordered, and you scrambled to your feet in a way that was embarrassingly desperate.

you boosted yourself up onto the cool countertop, positioned perfectly between two sinks and leaning back against the mirror. eren placed a firm grip on each of your legs, shoving them open and snickering at the slick patch of fabric between your thighs.

“you like being treated like a whore, don’t you?” he clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth and reached down at your panties before yanking them off in one fell swoop.

he squatted down so his face was level with your cunt, sticking out his tongue and dragging it up to your clit with antagonizing slowness. he moved the warm muscle up and down, sliding it between your folds and in circles around your clit — but his tongue was just barely making contact. and every time you bucked your hips towards him, begging and yearning for just a little more he’d pull his head back and click his tongue at you.

you were aching, leaking, and so incredibly needy for him and he knew it. he’d transformed you into the crumpled mess laying before him in a matter of minutes, and he was very proud of it.

“i’d start begging if i were you, or i’ll leave you here like this — a stupid broken slut with no one to fuck her,” he stood up and cocked his head to the side before beginning to tease your entrance with a single finger.

“ah- eren, please! i’ll do whatever you want,” you whimpered at him, a pitiful look on your face.

“eren? you know you’re not supposed to call customers by their name here,” he shook his head, “you’ll have to do better than that”.

“please- master, use me however you want. just please fuck me already”.

that seemed to suffice for eren, because after that it didn’t take long for him to shealth himself inside you and have your sweaty back slamming into the glass mirror behind you. strangled moans and pitiful whimpers slipped from between your lips, your eyes rolling back into your head in complete bliss. he’d teased and tormented you for so long that the sudden intense stimulation was almost too much.

he fucked himself into you so hard you thought you might break — your legs ached and your back hurt from awkwardly leaning into the mirror. but those feelings were quickly pushed to the back of your head because the overwhelming pleasure was so forceful that you could barely focus on anything else. eren’s length was grinding deep into your aching caverns so good that it was completely clouding your brain.

you let out a stifled gasp when he abruptly pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and aching for more.

“why-,” your voice was so destitute and so, so desperate.

“shut up and stand in front of me,” he commanded, pulling you off the counter and twisting you so you were facing the bathroom mirror.

“look at yourself in the mirror and watch me fuck you,” he practically snarled, placing a palm on your back and pushing your chest down against the counter, “look at how much of a slut you are for me”.

the only response that came out of your mouth was a tiny whine of acceptance — it was pathetic.

a breathy moan fell from your lips as he slid back in, and your cheeks blushed a dark shade of red as you watched yourself get fucked from behind. it was embarrassing, humiliating even, having to see yourself like this, but what made it even worse was that you fucking liked it.

“look at yourself,” he nodded towards the mirror, picking up his pace and tightening his grip on your hips, “just a dumb whore who’s good for nothing but taking orders from other people”.

“only- you!” you let out a strangled yelp.

“what was that? i don’t think i heard you,” he thrusted hard, reaching deeper than he had the entire time and then leaning over your back so his head was positioned right next to yours.

“say it again,” he murmured, burning holes through your eyes with how intensely he was staring at you in the mirror.

“i’m a dumb whore, but only for- you,” you repeated, squirming and whining at the painful pleasure he was forcing into you.

“that’s right,” he flashed you a satisfied grin, standing back up and resuming his original pace.

the sudden shift had you clawing at the smooth countertops — desperately wishing you had a pillow or sheet to grasp onto for some kind of support. you flinched when you felt a couple of his cool fingertips find your clit, immediately rubbing hasty circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“i want you to come for me,” he locked eyes with you in the mirror again, “and i want you to think about how i’m the only one who will ever make you feel this good the entire time”.

his words were harsh but they sounded like honey when they flowed through your pathetically devoted ears. between his consistent thrusts and the pads of his fingers working their magic, you were a pitiful mess of whimpers and moans in a matter of minutes. your body twitching and legs shaking as you mumbled his name over and over — it was the only word your brain could comprehend right now.

seeing you like that nearly pushed eren over the edge himself, but he forced himself to last a little longer, wanting to milk your orgasm for everything that it was. he was genuine when he said no one else would ever make you feel the way he could — your head was spinning and your body was on a high that felt like it would never end.

only once your body finally fell limp and tired, signifying that your climax had ended, did he pull out and spray his seed all over your exposed back. you were a sticky, sweaty mess and your legs didn’t have the strength to stand even after eren was done coming down from his own high.

your face was buried in your arms when you felt a wet paper towel cleaning up the mess of semen off your back. eren tossed the towel into the garbage and wrapped his arms under your torso so he could help your pitiful self stand up. you let out a few pained whimpers, stumbling into his arms and wrapping your hands around his neck.

“that bad, huh? how are you gonna go back out there and work for all your masters? i’m sure they’re waiting,” he smirked at you, and there was no sympathy in his voice.

“i- i don’t think i can,” you whined, clinging to him as your legs continued to shake underneath you.

eren shook his head and clicked his tongue, helping you over to your clothes and assisting you with getting back into your uniform. even after getting dressed your legs refused to work — you were a shaky, stumbling mess. you sat in a pitiful heap against the tiled wall while you watched eren get his own clothes back on.

“i think you might need a new job,” he snickered, squatting down and lifting you onto his back once he was dressed.

you graciously climbed onto his back, arms wrapping around his neck and burying your face into his neck, “yeah, yeah i’ll get a new job”.

“good idea, because everyone’s about to see how pathetic you are as we walk through the cafe,” he wrapped his arms back under your backside to support your weight.

“there’s a back exit right down the hall, please take that one,” you begged, “please”.

“well. since you asked so nicely and did so well i guess you deserve that,” he complied, exiting the bathroom and following your directions to the back door.

but because you have the worst luck in the world, one of the cafe managers came walking right around the corner just as the two of you were about to leave. you buried your head deeper into eren’s neck, unbearable amounts of embarrassment and shame flooding your veins.

“hey man, she quits, sorry!” eren yelled and handled it for you, dashing out the back door before the manager could even comprehend what he’d just seen.

“thank you,” you mumbled into his shirt, and you were truly thankful that you didn’t have to speak for yourself in there.

“no problem, princess,” he adjusted one of his hands so he could squeeze your ass, making you jump against his back, “let’s head back to my house for round two, yeah?”

“r-round two?” you stuttered.

you could barely handle round one, and he was ready to go again? how!?

“i’m joking, relax. let’s go watch a movie or something,” he chuckled, hoisting you higher on his back and beginning your long walk back to his apartment.

you sighed and sunk into his back, that sounded nice. there was a huge difference in how eren acted earlier and how he was acting now, but you were a sucker for both personalities. you expected college to consist of classes and work and maybe a few new friends but meeting eren yeager was sure to make it a lot more interesting.

[escapewithbts]

Wedding Date - Seokjin

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"I still can't believe I agreed to do this," your best friend Kim Seokjin said from the bedroom next to you.

You chuckled as you carefully applied your second layer of mascara in the bathroom mirror.

"Mmmm have I told you how much I loooove you, Seokjinnie?" you cooed, popping your head out from the doorway to flash him a big smile.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes but smiled.

 "I'm going to need to hear it way more, you know! You owe me big time!"

He turned his body toward you as he pulled his navy blue suit jacket on over top his crisp white button down shirt.

 "So how do I look?" he asked, putting his long fingers out in a heart shape accompanied by a sexy stare.

 "Classic Worldwide Handsome," you replied.

He gave you a wink.

 "Yah! That is what they call me!"

You laughed and looked back in the mirror.

 "Seriously though, Jin, you look really, really good."

You were glad you had turned back to the mirror so he couldn't see your cheeks turn red. The sight of him in a perfectly fitting suit with his dark hair pushed back from his eyes and forehead which showed his beautifully structured face made your heart flutter.

 "Thanks, y/n. I've gotta look good if I'm going to be your pretend boyfriend, you know?"

You shuffled nervously, wondering if this was a good idea after all.

He poked his head around the doorway to look at you.

 "How much longer until you're ready?"

You looked at yourself in the mirror.

 "Umm probably about 10 more minutes. Just have to finish my make up and put my dress on."

Jin nodded.

 "Okay. I'll be in the living room when you're ready."

You sighed and made your way to your closet after you were finished with your make up. You stared at the dresses before you and wondered if it was too late to back out.

 One of your friends from high school was getting married, and after hearing that almost all your other friends from back then were bringing plus ones, the stress of not having one got to you. So you reluctantly asked your best friend Jin, figuring he would say no, or that he had a full schedule that day. He was in one of the world's most popular boy bands after all. But, to your surprise, he was free this day and he said yes with almost no hesitation. It made you smile, how kind he was. He was a great friend.

In fact, it was small gestures like this that made you finally realize your true feelings for him. He was a wonderful person, and the two of you always had a great time laughing with each other. You would never tell him how you truly felt about him though, as you were afraid it would ruin your friendship. Plus, you were pretty sure he didn't feel the same way considering how many girls he has to choose from. Why would he choose you? It hurt your heart, but it was worth it to keep him in your life.

Eventually you chose a long, pink and floral dress made of chiffon, with fluttering short sleeves. Perfect for the Spring time. It had bits of blue in it, too, so it matched Jin's outfit well. You slipped on some nude sandals with heels and grabbed a clutch purse from the top shelf.

  You took one last look at yourself in the full length mirror and actually smiled. Your hair fell nicely around your shoulders and your make up was done but still showed your natural face nicely. You felt confident and ready.

 "Ok, sorry, I'm ready," you said, walking into the living room to find Jin sitting on the couch looking at his phone.

He stood up and put his phone in the pocket of his pants. When he finally looked at you his jaw dropped.

 "Whoa..." he mumbled.

It made you intensely blush and your heart speed up.

He shook himself out of his trance and got a big grin on his face. Suddenly he started humming the chorus to his band BTS' song "Like" and snapping his fingers while stepping towards you.

 "Ohhhh pretty woman... don't wanna be fool, wanna be cool, wanna be loved, 너와의, same looove... Baby I want it"

You pushed him away by his chest, trying to play off how embarrassed and flustered you were. He laughed at himself while you rolled your eyes.

 "Oh my god, let's just go, Jinnie."

*

You arrived at the venue just as the ceremony was starting, so you didn't have time to greet anyone. It was outside in a park next to the Han River. It was a beautiful late afternoon in mid-Spring, the sun was shining, flowers had finally made their appearance after the long winter, and the trees were covered in lush green leaves again.

The ceremony was simple, sweet and short. Once it was over everyone headed to the patio overlooking the river where the reception was going to take place. A large tent was set up for some shade, tables and chairs, a buffet line and a dance floor. Everything was covered in white flowers and elegant decorations.

 "I guess we should find out where we're sitting," you said to Jin, and he nodded in response.

He took your hand in his, which completely caught you off guard. You looked down at your interlaced fingers in shock.

 "We have to at least hold hands, (y/n), if we're meant to be convincing," Jin stated matter-of-factly.

You gulped and nodded in agreement, getting flustered from the feeling of his strong hand holding yours tightly.

The two of you walked to the table under the tent where the place card settings were, informing the guests of which table they were assigned to. While searching for your name, you heard a shriek behind you.

 "(y/n)!? Oh my god, is that you??"

You turned around to see one of your old friends, (y/f/n), coming towards you with outstretched arms.

You smiled politely and returned the hug.

 "Hi, (y/f/n), it's good to see you."

She smiled and turned towards Jin.

 "And who is this handsome man standing next to you?"

Jin stuck his hand out to shake hers.

 "I'm Kim Seokjin, (y/n)'s boyfriend." He wrapped his long arm around the back of your waist as he said that, pulling you closer to him.

 "Boyfriend? Wow, (y/n), you certainly reached out of your league, huh?" She laughed to herself.

You winced at the comment but brushed it off. Jin, however, couldn't let it go so easily.

 "She reached out of her league? No, no, I think it's quite the opposite. Look at her! She's gorgeous! And kind, and smart and funny. You're definitely wrong there."

Anyone who didn't know Jin would think the tone in his response was light-hearted, but being his best friend you could sense the annoyance and anger that was really there.

 "Did you come with anyone?" You asked, changing the subject quickly.

Her face lit up.

 "Yes! I got married last year. My husband, Park Ji-ho, is over there," she pointed to a man standing at the edge of the tent, "He's wonderful, let me get him."

She called his name and waved him over to introduce him to you.

  "Ji-ho, this is (y/n) and Seokjin. I knew her in high school."

He bowed at the two of you and shook you hands. When he looked at Jin he paused.

  "You look... familiar," he said quizzically.

You and Jin exchanged looks. You shuffled nervously.

Ji-ho's face lit up.

  "Wait, I've seen you on the walls in my little sister's room! And on the tv! Aren't you an idol? You're in a group, right?" he suddenly recalled.

Jin gave him a small smile and nodded his head.

 "Yes, 방탄소년단, or BTS."

(y/f/n) gasped.

 "That's right! I knew I recognized you, too! You're a member of BTS!" she exclaimed with wide eyes, "Wow, (y/n) really did reach out of her league."

She turned to her husband and chuckled.

Jin's grip on your hand got tighter in anger, turning his knuckles white.

 "Well, it was nice to meet you both. We're going to our table now." He said shortly, urgently pulling you away with him.

Once you were out of hearing distance from the couple Jin asked you,

 "(y/n) you were actually friends with that girl? She's awful. Who says things like that?"

You shrugged and sighed.

  "We weren't that good of friends, just in the same group. She always has had that... interesting sense of humor."

He scoffed.

 "Interesting? I'd say it's more mean than anything."

You gave him an I-told-you-so look.

  "You see now why I so desperately wanted you to come with me, Jinnie-ah? Imagine the things she would have said if I had shown up alone."

He rolled his eyes.

Just then his phone let out a loud vibration from his pocket. He glanced down at it and rejected the call.

 "So you wanna get some food? I'm starving," he asked, shoving it back in his pocket.

You chuckled.

 "Of course you are. Let's go."

The two of you ate from the buffet, chatted with the bride and groom at your table for a little bit and listened to the live band perform songs. By then the sun had set and the whole venue was lit by the soft yellow glow of string lights stretching across the tent ceiling and out to the patio.

 "So when are we going to dance, (y/n)?" Jin asked after a while with a huge grin on his face. He took the last sip of his beer.

 You raised you eyebrows and shook your head.

 "Oh no no no, I am not getting on that dance floor with you Kim Seokjin."

Jin stood up and started walking backwards towards the floor.

  "Come oonnnnn (y/n)-ah," he pleaded in his endearing whiny voice, "If you don't come with me, I'll go alone and dance like this."

He started flailing his long arms up in the air and shaking his whole body back and forth.

  "Wooooo! Weeee! Woooooooo!" he exclaimed with his motions, causing some people from a nearby table to stare and giggle.

 "Ok, ok, I'm coming, I'm coming," you laughed and rolled your eyes, "Just please don't do that."

He smiled widely at you and took you by the hand out to the dance floor.

It was an upbeat song, and the two of you swayed back and forth in front of each other to the beat. Jin also added in some classic moves, like the sprinkler and the robot. He looked ridiculous and it made you laugh. He seemed so confident and happy, which made you forget to feel embarrassed.

  "Isn't dancing part of your job description??" you yelled to him jokingly over the music.

He continued to wave his arms in the air.

  "Doesn't mean I do it well!" he responded, grabbing your hand and twirling you under it.

You threw your head back and laughed. You were finding yourself having a surprisingly good time, despite originally being nervous to come.

The song ended and then a slow one began to play.

  "Grab onto the person who makes your heart flutter, this one is for the two of you," the lead singer of the band announced.

You and Jin looked at each other shyly. He hesitated, but gave you an adorable small smile. You felt butterflies in your stomach and you looked at the ground awkwardly. Jin didn't notice, he just stepped toward you and put one hand on your waist and the other in yours.

  You moved back and forth together, staring into his dark brown eyes and handsome face. It made you sad almost, how strong your feelings truly were and the fact that you knew he would never be yours. But you quickly pushed those thoughts out of your mind and told yourself to focus on the present.

 "I really do appreciate you coming with me today, Jinnie." you said softly, "You're a really great friend."

He blinked slowly at you in adoration.

  "Of course, you know I'd do anything for you, (y/n)-ah."

Suddenly his phone started vibrating again. He let go of your hand to remove it from his pocket and again hit the reject button. Then he scrolled through a few things.

  "Is everything okay?" you asked curiously.

Jin looked up from the phone at you.

 "Yes, I'm sorry, I'm going to turn it off."

You shook your head in protest.

  "No, don't do that. What if the members need you?" you paused, "Wait, is that who's calling you?"

Jin looked down and scratched the back of his head.

  "Jin, you can answer the phone it if it's important, it's okay." you reassured him.

He shook his head.

  "It's not... really that important, it's fine."

He doesn't look at you, which means you can tell he's lying.

You grabbed his arm gently.

  "Jin..."

He finally looks at you and squeezes his eyes shut in shame.

  "Aiishhh, we were supposed to go over some choreography changes and they want to Facetime me so I can see."

  "Seokjin!" You exclaimed.

Couples around you glared at your sudden loudness.

You dragged Jin off the dance floor and sat him back at the table.

  "You told me you didn't have any work to do today!"

He buried his face in his hands.

  "I know, I know, but skipping one practice will be okay... I think."

You shook your head in disbelief.

  "Oh my gosh, I wouldn't have asked you or let you come if I had known! Why Jin-ah, why did you come with me when you had work?"

You studied his embarrassed red face. He looked nervous.

 "I-I don't know... I guess I just wanted to be there for you."

Your stomach twisted at those words, but you ignored it.

Instead you sighed and looked down at your hands.

  "Well they clearly need you there. So let's get you to them."

You stood up. Jin did too but he grabbed your wrist.

  "We don't have to go, I'm having fun. Let me just call them back really quick. It will be fast, I promise."

  "You sure? I don't want you getting in trouble or the other members getting upset with you..." you worried.

Jin smiled reassuringly.

 "I'm sure. I'll be right back."

And with that he pulled out his phone and walked out of the tent towards the illuminated patio.

You sighed again and slumped back in your chair, twirling the stem of your wine glass between your fingers. You couldn't believe Jin would skip a dance practice to be your date to a stupid wedding. You felt horrible for asking. Why would he do that anyway? The other 6 members were his everything. His job was his everything. His love for entertaining was his everything. As far as you knew, all these things meant so much more to him than being your date to a wedding you didn't even really want to come to.

  "Excuse me, young lady," an old woman with glasses and white hair had come up to your table, interrupting your thoughts, "I just wanted to say what a beautiful couple the two of you make."

She gestured towards where Jin had retreated to make his call.

You felt your face get hot and you chuckled lightly.

  "Oh... well thank you."

She continued,

  "You can tell how in love with you he is just by the way he looks at you."

Your heart thumped in your chest and you put your hands up in protest.

 "Oh, no, no, I don't quite think he feels-"

She interrupted you.

  "Honey, I've been married 54 years... I know a thing or two about being in love. You looked very happy out there, and so did he, especially when he made you laugh. Keep him close, dear, he's a special one. And he obviously adores you."

Before you could protest again, she smiled and gave you a wink before walking away.

She could tell by the way he looked at you? You chuckled to yourself. Clearly she needed a new glasses prescription. You shook her comments off and exited the tent to find Jin before she could come back and fill your head with more wishful thoughts.

You found him alone leaning over the railing, looking out across the river, the city lights of Seoul visible in the distance. You walked up to him and crossed your arms on the railing next to him.

  "Hey." you said, noticing he was no longer on the phone.

He turned from the river view and looked at you. The string lights gave his pale face a warm tanned glow. He looked almost angelic.

  "Hey."

You stared back at the river and fiddled with your hands.

  "How were the members?"

He shrugged.

  "They're good. They just wanted to make sure I was okay with the changes. I told them I am and promised I'd be there with them tomorrow."

  "And they weren't upset with your absence?" you questioned.

He shook his head.

  "Not at all, they understand."

You smiled.

   "Well that's good. They're really great people. You're lucky."

Jin hummed in agreement.

There was a pause when you suddenly realized how chilly it had gotten. Outside the tent and adjacent to the river felt a good 10 degrees colder. You shivered and rubbed your arms.

  "You're cold? Here."

Jin removed his suit jacket and placed it gently around your shoulders. It was warm and smelled like him; an instant comfort.

  "Wow, classic move giving me your jacket," you teased, nudging your shoulder against his, "you're such a gentleman."

He shrugged and chuckled, showing his perfect teeth and adorable eye wrinkles.

  "I try my best."

You looped your arm in his tightly and rested your head on his upper arm.

  "Mmm you're a great pretend boyfriend, Jinnie."

You sighed in content and looked out over the water again, the moon reflecting on it's surface, a cool spring breeze blowing across your face.

  "What if... we didn't pretend?" he suddenly whispered softly.

You felt your heart stop. Had you misheard him?

You took your arm out from his and turned to face him. He was studying your face intensely. His was serious, a rare sight.

 "What?" you managed to squeak out.

He shifted his body so it faced yours. There was hope and determination in his eyes. But also fear. You could feel your heart beat in your ears.

  "I-I," he shut his eyes in hesitation, "I have feelings for you, (y/n). I have for a long time now. I didn't know how to tell you, or if you even felt the same way. You're always referring to me as your friend so I was afraid to tell you... and I didn't, I don't want to ruin our friendship. You are so important to me and I guess somehow I was hoping coming with you here tonight would make you see that, and give me an opportunity to tell you. So... here I am. That's part of the reason the members were so understanding... they knew I was finally going to tell you today," he chuckled sheepishly and looked at the ground, "I understand if you don't feel the same way, really, I don't want to lose you as a friend, but.... I thought you should know."

You felt like you were dreaming. Your eyes teared up at his words and you were thankful he couldn't see you in the soft light. Your heart felt like it was going to burst.

His face looked at yours in concern.

"Jinnie..." You could barely speak.

So instead you stood on your tip-toes and gently pressed your lips on top of his large, pillow-y ones. He kissed you back passionately, wrapping his long arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him. He was so warm, and smelled so comforting and familiar. You felt like you were in heaven.

When you broke away you both had the biggest grins on your face. He rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, humming in content.

  "Seokjin-ah," you whispered, burying your face in his chest, "I'm so glad you told me."

He kissed the top of your head and rested his chin on top, holding you against him tightly.

  "And I am so glad I skipped work today."

You both chuckled and kissed once more.

*

Masterlist

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The Clone Wars Reacts - Part 3

Alternatively, Leah misses daddy Plo, gets annoyed by droids and is thoroughly entertained by Jar Jar Binks while simultaneously simping for Padme.

TA~DA! Welcome to part 3 of the reacts series, where we cover episodes 6, 7 and 8! I won’t lie to you, I actually found episode 6 really boring, 7 was less boring and 8 was maybe a little bit funny and I lowkey enjoyed it so much. So yeah, the first two reacts are kinda boring because I was super bored, but 8 is kinda funny. As usual, major spoilers for season 1 of the clone wars.

Part 1 - Episodes 1 and 2 Part 2 - Episodes 3, 4 and 5

So, lets do thissssss!

Tags (as always, let me know if you want a tag!): @acciokenobi​ @roseofalderaan​ @catsnkooks​ @peacelandbread​ @littlevodika​ @icedcoffeeandgays​ @captainrexstan​ @likeshootingstarsinthenightsky​ @mcu-padawan​ @onabouteverything​ @fractiouskat​

Episode 6: Downfall of a Droid

Notes: since writing these, I’ve discovered that I am 100% without a doubt very much a simp for Plo Koon and it shows.

> Pre-warning, I’m writing this on paper and on the train, so there may be slightly less thots thoughts in this one

> “Suffering serious defeats by Grievous”??????? All we’ve seen for 5 episodes now is Grievous lose????????

> Yeah Anakin! You should listen to Ahsoka!

>> (you need to trust my babey)

> Where the fuck is Plo when you need him? I WANNA SEE HIM

> Maybe that image will tide me over? (we all know it wont but that’s off topic)

> Oh for fucks sake I’ve had enough of Grievous

> YEAH R2, WE ALL KNOW YOURE THE ONLY REASON ANAKIN IS ALIVE!

> “this is too easy” oooohhhhh boy, you say that now......

*Grievous ditches his ship*

> ✨ disappointed, but not surprised ✨

> THERE IT IS!!!!! “I got a bad feeling about this” - bringing the total count so far to 2

> W H A T

>> R2D2?????????????????????????

>>> EXCUSE ME WTF?!?!?!?! DID THEY JUST - R2D2 NO!

> OBI WAN HOW DARE YOU R2D2 IS NOT REPLACEABLE

>> This is one of the few times I am more annoyed with Obi-wan than I am horny for him

>>> Wait no scratch that - i just looked at his face again 💖💖💖💖

> I miss Plo already, can he come back now?

> Oh Ahsoka, you’re so cute 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

> omg Goldie???? I LOVE IT he’s kinda adorable

> ooooohhh boy R2 is going to be on that dodgy ass ship isnt he?

> hahahahahahhahahahahhahahahahahahah

>> fart humour, i love it!

> Unique items, huh

> OH SHIT THATS THE TYPE OF DROID FROM THE MANDALORIAN

>> just thinking about the mandalorian reminds me of the new armour/helmet kink i discovered I had and how much i love pedro pascal

> Goddammit R3. oh shit oh shit bad droids BAD DROIDS

> is R2 just a really good droid? or do all of them make this many mistakes???

> hahahaha ‘gramps’, Ahsoka he’s literally only 5/6 years older than you

> *GASP* Anakin, he’s not a lightswitch!

> Oh shit, R2 was on the ship!

>> HA HA I WAS RIGHT

> fuck fuck Grievous no dont take R2 bad droid

> okay, I love obi-wan but he’s being a little harsh

>> mild turn-on but ok 👀👀

> aaaawwww the little stomping when he’s excited

> Do we get to see R2 do a mad escape?

>> WE DO!

> oh no, R2 you were so close

> tracking beacon?! R3, what’re you doing?!

> sorry anakin, they definitely saw it

> R3 WHAT ARE YOU DOING? THE HYPERDRIVE TOO?

> YEAH AHSOKA, YOU SAVE ANAKIN’S BUTT

> You, know, I’m starting to wonder if R3 is doing all this deliberately??

> lowkey, I want to tally the amount of droids grievous hurts/destroys

> well, i want R2 back in the next episode, please and thank you.

Episode 7: Duel of the Droids

> Okay, all I want is for Anakin to hurry up and find R2, because I want this arc to be over

> I’m going to keep this reacts fairly short because I’m a little bit bored

> All I want is more Plo content, is that too much to ask???????

>> If you can’t tell I have a thing for Plo Koon and I officially joined the simp club for him.

> This trandoshan guy is just.... bleh 🤢

* insert gross shiver* 

> YEAH R2 YOURE DOING SO WELL! HOLY SHIT GO R2D2!!!!

> I said it in part 1, and I’ll say it again, R2′s whirring is a mood

> Okay so fucking R3 just turned R2 down, so I am definitely starting to think this is deliberate?

>> HOLY FUCK I JUST REALISED A THING! DUEL OF THE DROIDS???????? R3 VS R2??????????????????

> ANAKIN IGNORE OBI-WAN LIKE USUAL, YOU GO AND SAVE R2 OK?!

> Rex’s expression when he’s told to carry R3 is comedy gold by the way

> Oh please Captain, kindly fuck me

> FUCK YEAH AHSOKA!

> *sighs* Oh the droid humour

> I mean, it is a type of head adjustment I guess 🤷‍♀️

> ...

>> Did you seriously think grievous, being the slimy bastard he is, wasn’t going to kill you?????

> OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT I WAS RIGHT FUCK R3 MAN

> AHSOKA KICK GRIEVOUS’ BIN CHICKEN LOOKI- oh no she was thrown into a wall, never-mind.

> R2 YES ZAP THAT GODDAMN DROID AND SAVE ANAKIN

> oh this is awkward, I love how R2 is insulted that he got R3 hahahahahahahha

> YES AHSOKA YOURE RIGHT, HE IS A STUBBY LITTLE BACKSTABER

> okay the most interesting point of this episode is ahsoka is escaping grievous

> OH MY GOD I WAS RIGHT AGAIN?! R2 AND R3 ARE DUELLING!!!! I CAN SEE THE FUTURE OR SOME SHIT LIKE A JEDI

> THATS RIGHT BITCH R2D2 IS BETTER

> anakin looking out for R2 is the cutest shit I’ve ever seen

> ngl, i had a small degree of satisfaction when I saw R3 get smashed to bits

> “oh anakin... one day” obi-wan is a mood

> oh thank god its over, alright what’s up next?

Episode 8: Bombad Jedi

> HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH DOES THIS ONE HAVE JAR JAR IN IT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

> please tell me it has jar jar in it, then it will surely be funnier than the last 2 eps

> OH SHIT THIS EPISODE HAS PADME TOO IM SO HAPPY YAY

> oh in the white outfit too, i love this woman so much

> I’m going to put a photo hear so you can appreciate it too

> My horny bisexual senses are tingling

> HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHA IM ALREADY LAUGHING AT THE STUPID FROG

>> *for context he already fucked up once and we are 1 minute and 15 seconds into the episode

> she has a point though, C3PO does usually get into trouble

> oh boy, he sounds mad.... I’m getting a sinking feeling about this

> oh no

>> ah shit he’s gone and joined the separatists

> YOU DONT GET THE RIGHT TO CALL HER SWEET YOU TRAITOR

> I am much more entertained nonetheless by this episode

> wait so they fart insults???? it sounds like a fart and i giggled a little

> Oh and now jar jar’s trying to talk to them

> HAHAHAHAH C3 always gets shit thrown at him or shot at, whenever he’s in an episode I get a little bit happy 

> HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH ITS A FUCKING MAGNET OH C3 YOU POOR DROID

> why does he automatically jump to jar jar’s been killed oh my god so little faith like its a swamp planet???? and jar jar comes from a swamp planet????? of course he gone survive falling into water????

> buta mesa sav-ed you? i love this stupid creature oh my god hahahahaha

> HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THE JEDI CLOAK OMG

>> definitely 100% anakins, and I love the Padme has the equivalent of one of his hoodies

>>> I want one too

> ooooohhhh this is not going to go well

> oh boy

> I’m guessing this is where the bombad jedi comes from?

> DARTH JAR JAR

>> I am so sorry no its not mine, but I have no idea who’s it is

> wheresa jedi? OH MESA JEDI?

> have you guys seen zootopia? specifically where they trigger a ‘howl’ with the wolves??? Thats what I headcanon the droids are like with ‘roger roger’

> DAMN PADME THATS SOME MADASS CORE STRENGTH

>> crush me with those muscles please

> “There’s no jedi in here, wait there’s no prisoner in here!” hahahahahahahahah

> One day I’m going to have to do a little audio recording so you all know what sound I make whenever I’ve written hahahahahaha

> FUCK YEAH PADME SLAY THOSE DROIDS

> “I’m afraid the ship has been destroyed.” 

>> “Battle droids?” *shakes head*

>>> “... Jar Jar?”

>>>> “Jar Jar.”

> obviously Padme was right, she usually is

> oh boy Jar Jar is your only hope? you’re in for a shock buddy

> Padme is an excellent shot by the way

> OH MY GOD IT ATE HIM TO PROTECT HIM THATS SO SWEET

> “I think Jar Jar’s dead.” “Oh again?” goddamn it C3PO

> YEAH SLUG CREATURE THING GOOD JOB!

> ...

> excuse me????

> WHAT A FUCKING LEGEND HERE I WAS HATING ON UNCLE ANO WHEN HE IS STILL IN THE REPUBLIC

> okay he has my forgiveness now :))))))

alright, I enjoyed episode 8, 6 and 7 were a little lackluster, but I did like 8 a lot actually, more than I thought I would 

anyways, see you next time for 9, 10 and 11!! (I’m pretty sure I saw ventress and kit fisto in the title image, so be prepared for major ass thots because i am very heavily attracted to one (1) assassin and one (1) fish man)

[hanawrites404]

You Can't Hurry Love

Show : Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Jojo No Kimou Na Bouken

Pairing : Hints of Jotaro Kujo/Noriaki Kakyoin, Joseph Joestar/Caesar Antonio Zeppeli and Jonita Joestar Brando/Dio Brando

Warnings : Mild Homophobia and swearing

Characters : Jonita Joestar Brando (OC), Holly Kujo, Jotaro Kujo, Noriaki Kakyoin, Joseph Joestar, Mrs. Kakyoin (Noriaki's Mother)

Timeline : Pre-Stardust Crusaders

This story is based on this song :

And this story is also based on the author's dream when she was sleeping in the afternoon after studying physics.

Also, here is a link if you don't know who Jonita is

Third Person POV

It was morning in Japan, winter was about to end and trees were slowly recovering after shedding their withered leaves by growing lush green ones in their place. Innocent birds awakened by the first rays of the sun started chirping their favourite song, the fellow humans waking up to their melodious vocals. Well, except for one.

"Jonita-san~!! Wake up, it's eight already!!" the lady of the Kujo's residence yelled from the kitchen. The lady had her favourite apron on and was making breakfast, her golden hair tied in a loose bun and her hands working skillfully as she prepared the morning delicacies.

The one who was known as Jonita, though sleeping in the room two doors away from the kitchen, heard the lady clearly, but all she replied to it was a groan and a snort, and she let her head down abruptly onto the pillow and fell asleep once again.

"Jonita san~~!!" The blonde lady called her once more, but still the sleepy-head gave no response. The lady then sighed and shook her head. Though it had been 3 days Jonita came to stay in Japan, she still wasn't used to her sleeping schedule.

The lady had already given up on waking the stubborn girl up, until a young boy ran with his sock-clad, little feet into the girl's room. He giggled, and sat beside her head, and started to ruffle the sleepy girl's violet locks with his little hands, which finally made the girl slowly open one of her eye and smile at the boy.

"Good morning Jotaro" she said sleepily. "Morning Jojo!!" the boy named Jotaro giggled once more. Jonita grinned and got up from the futon, fully awaken, and sat cross-legged. She then lifted Jotaro up and made him sit on her thigh.

"Did you sleep well, Joot??" she asked the child as she caressed his soft raven locks. "Yeah I did, and I dreamt of the ocean" Jotaro replied with a certain pride in his tone.

"Again?? You really seem to love the ocean, huh??". Jotaro grinned and nodded vigorously. Jonita giggled and ruffled his hair.

"What about you Jojo?? What did you dream of??". "I dreamt of my children. All of them were playing in the garden while me and my husband were having a picnic under a huge tree as we watched our children having a good time. I wish it comes true one day" Jonita ruminated.

"Hmmm......Well, thinking of dreams is making me feel hungry. I bet Mama has made something good today". "Boy, she always does. Holly's cooking is worth dying for".

Jotaro then got off Jonita's thigh and quickly ran towards the kitchen to get the bulletins of today's breakfast menu. Jonita then stood up and folded her futon, remembering how Holly taught her to do so. She then stretched herself and started to get ready for today.

After she had changed from her pyjamas to purple track pants and red full-sleeve cropped hoodie and combed her hair nicely to let it down, she then made her way to the dining room.

"So you are finally awake, Jonita-san" Holly commented. "Yeah, sorry. I had a really good dream and I didn't want to wake up" the purplenette rubbed her neck.

"Was it about your husband again??" Holly asked. "Yeah. I just miss him so much. It has been years since I have seen him" she said as she sat down to have her food.

"Hmmm....I wonder when I will fall in love madly with someone as you have" Jotaro told her as he settled his head on his palms.

Jonita choked on her own saliva as soon as she heard Jotaro say that. She then clears her throat and replies.

"D-Don't you think you are too young to fall in love with someone, Joot??". "B-But I'm 7 years old!! Is that not enough??" Jotaro asked.

"I-I guess but, for falling in love with someone, you will need time. Love is when two people like each other so much that are ready to sacrifice themselves just for the well-being of their lover. In order to love a person, you need someone to whom you feel a certain attraction".

"Certain att-rec-sion??" Jotaro tried to pronounce the word. "Yeah". "But where will I find such a person??". "You will have to wait, Jotaro. You cannot hurry love, always remember that".

"Alright everyone, eat quickly before it gets cold" Holly clapped her hands. Jotaro and Jonita said their prayers in Japanese (Jonita had to learn it otherwise Holly never left her alone) and then started to eat their breakfast.

"Jonita-san, you do remember that you have to take Jotaro out today, right??" Holly asked. Jonita stopped chewing her omelette and looked at the blonde lady hovering over her. She then grinned stupidly at her, the omelette still inside her mouth.

Holly sighed and crossed her hands.

"You forgot, didn't you??".

Jonita swallowed the food she had in her mouth and said "Forgot?? No No, I was just......caught off-guard, that's all" she argued, but Holly didn't take that.

"Listen Jonita-san, Jotaro is at a growing age, and if he doesn't get any exercise, I'm afraid he might become very weak when he grows up, and you are the best person who can get him into some good physical activities" Holly said worriedly.

"Don't worry Holly, Jotaro is of the Joestar bloodline. There is no way he would ever grow up as weak. Even if he doesn't workout, he would still grow up to be as buff as a bull" Jonita caressed Jotaro's raven hair as she smiled at Holly.

Holly sighed once more and looked at Jonita with pleading eyes and a frown. This made Jonita drop her stupid grin, and soon she admitted defeatedly while letting out a big puff of air from her mouth.

"Fine. Exercise, right?? I will make him do it".

By hearing that, Holly got to her usual cheery self as clapped her hands once more. "Okey-Dokey!!" and then she twirled into the kitchen while humming a tune.

Jonita giggled as she ate the last piece of her breakfast. Jotaro too had finished his food and Jonita collected both of their dishes to keep it in the sink.

"Listen Joot, I'm giving you 10 minutes. Get into your best attire as we are going out to practice" Jonita spoke as if she was taking Jotaro out for a war.

"Yes ma'am!!" the boy saluted the purplenette and ran to his room. Jonita smiled to herself. She was sure that Jotaro would grow up to be a very cheerful and bubbly person, just like his mother.

A few minutes later, Jotaro arrived with a white full-sleeve shirt and black short suspenders on. However, Jonita bursted into a fit of laughs as soon as she saw the young boy.

The reason was because Jotaro had worn the shirt inside-out and over the suspenders. Also, his black hair was in a tangled mess as compared to before.

Jonita then kneeled in front of him and started to correct his attire, starting from removing his shirt.

"You should have called me to dress you Joot" Jonita told him. "But I wanted to show you that I'm not a little boy anymore and that I can dress myself" Jotaro pouted.

Jonita chuckled as she finished correcting his outfit. "You are 7 Jotaro, Not 17".

She then ran her palm against Jotaro's head to smoothen his short hair. However, there were some curly ends which were impossible to straighten so she let them be.

"There you go. All set" she then stood up. "Ready to go, big boy??". "You bet I am". She then grinned and then both of them got into their shoes.

"We will return soon Holly!!" she shouted. Holly came to the door with high speed and hugged Jonita hard which made her tumble a little. "S-Stop...I can't breathe" Jonita giggled. Holly then lets her go as she smiled at her.

Holly then gave Jotaro his goodbye kiss. "Mom, I'm too big for goodbye kisses now" Jotaro pouted. "But you will always stay small for Mama, Jotaro" Holly replied. Jotaro blushed and looked at the ground.

Jonita then chuckled and exited the house, Jotaro following her. Both of them waved to Holly and she waved them back. "Come back soon!!" she said, and then she went inside, picking up another tune.

*30 minute time skip, brought to you by Everything is a Cake*

"OK, that's it for today" Jonita informed. Jotaro fell on the ground with a thud as he finally dropped his plank position and let out a puff of air from relief.

"You did a great job Joot. Don't you feel good??" Jonita asked the tired boy with satisfaction in her tune.

"No" the boy replied breathlessly.

"No?? What do you mean 'no'??" her smile dropped. "I'm really tired Jojo" The boy told her.

"Already?? Your grandfather was more active than you when he was 7 years old!!" she stated.

"And second of all, all you have done today is 15 situps, 30 pushups and 2 minute plank hold. Joseph on the other hand used to do twice as much as you have!!".

"Why do you always compare me with Grandpa??" Jotaro gained some strength to sit cross-legged and rubbed off the mud on his cheek.

"Because I want to make you stronger than him, Joot". Jonita then lifted Jotaro up on his feet. She then dusted him off and cupped his cheeks.

"Jotaro, you are the successor of the Joestar bloodline, so you need to be strong. Your mother has the right to be worried about your health as many obstacles will come in your way and you have to be strong to battle them all. Understand??"

"Hmm" Jotaro nodded. Jonita then smiled and kissed Jotaro's forehead. She then stood up and asked the young boy.

"Since I'm happy with your progress, how about we go and get some ice-cream??". Jotaro's mood turned brighter and nodded vigorously with a big grin. Jonita chuckled and then lifted him up, keeping his head on her shoulder while supporting his bottom with her hand.

"To the ice-cream shop then!!!". "Hai!!!!" and then they both sprinted towards the nearest shop.

*Two minute time skip, brought to you by Wide Putin*

"Are you really saying the truth Jojo??". "Yeah. Your grandfather once dressed as a woman in order to sneak in the military base". "Did it work??". "Ehh, almost. But it looked pretty obvious that it was a man dressed up as a woman. I mean, in those days, women with big muscles were not a thing, not to mention the guards were a bunch of perv--AAAH!!!"

"Oh, I'm so sorry Dear. My child didn't mean to hurt you deliberately". A woman with cherry red hair was holding the hand of a boy with the same hair colour. It looked like the boy was the lady's son. The only difference was that the boy had an exceptionally long, wavy bang which was almost as long as his face.

The redhead had kicked Jonita's leg so hard that she almost dropped Jotaro, but instead of being angry at the kid, she was actually impressed that the boy being so young was able to make a grown-up adult stumble.

Setting her thoughts aside, she gave a weak smile to the lady and said "It's alright". The lady too smiled at her and then she continued to walk with her son to the opposite direction.

"Are you OK Jojo??" Jotaro asked the girl. "Yeah I'm fine" she replied. She let Jotaro down and started to rub the area where the boy had kicked her.

"Say, are you OK Joot?? You didn't get hurt, did you??". "N-No, I'm fine" Jotaro looked the ground.

Jonita raised her eyebrow at him. Something was wrong with Jotaro. He didn't usually behave like this........unless he was very flustered.

"Jotaro". "Y-Yes??". "Are you blushing??". "What?? N-No I'm not" Jotaro tried to cover his cheeks with his hands. "So you ARE blushing" Jonita stated. She then scooted closer to Jotaro and asked.

"Tell me, is it because of that boy??". Jotaro's eyes widen as he tried to hide his face from the purplenette.

Jonita then made a smug face and asked "Love at first sight huh??". "S-Stop teasing me Jojo" Jotaro whined. "I'm not teasing you. I'm just saying the facts".

Jotaro them blushed more than before. Jonita tried to hold her laughs but she couldn't, and she began to giggle at Jotaro's cute behaviour.

"Anyways, Joot". "Hmm??". "Wanna know if he likes you back without asking him??".

Jotaro was now full red. He looked at Jonita and asked "I-Is it really possible to know that??". Jonita nodded with a smile. "It's a very old trick but it's very accurate". "S-S-Sure. Let's try it then".

Jonita smirked and then made Jotaro face the direction where the redheads were going. "OK so, you can see the boy walking, right??". "Yeah".

"The thing is now that Joot, if he has fallen for you, he would turn around and look at you" Jonita spoke. "And that's it??" Jotaro looked at her. "Yeah" she replied. "OK" Jotaro shrugged.

"Oh you just believe in me Jotaro, he will definitely turn back at look at you with those innocent eyes". "S-Stop it Jojo". "Sorry".

The redheads didn't show any sign of stopping as the kid walked slowly along his mother.

Turn around.......

Jotaro and Jonita watched each and every step they took, looking for at least a slight clue.

Turn around......................

They had almost reached to the end of the road and still there was no sign. The Joestar and the Kujo still stared at them. They were 100% sure that the boy was going to turn back. And guess what happened...........

Turn around, Dammit!!.............

The little boy finally shifted his body back to look at the two who were staring lasers at him with his big, amethyst eyes, showing curiosity and..........longing. A light blush was visible on his fair cheeks as he gazed at the young ravenhead.

Jonita gasped and fell backwards to the ground, not caring about getting hurt. She then screamed on top of her lungs.

"MY BABY IS IN LOOOOOOOOOOOVE!!!!!!!"

The redhead laughed at the silly lady's reaction and tried to cover his laugh with his mouth. The mother however was taken aback by the immature girl's behaviour as she turned around and cringed.

"What a weird mother. No wonder why she looks so young. She must be a teenager mom" she said to herself.

Jotaro had lost himself in the redhead's violet eyes as he locked his own green ones with the other boy, but soon snapped himself out of it and waved at the redhead with a grin. The young boy's blush grew more as he returned the wave with a small cute smile.

"Come on Noriaki, look forward otherwise you might trip yourself". The boy whose name was Noriaki turned his attention to his mother and followed what she said. After that, they completely vanished from Jojo's eyesight range.

"Y-You were right Jojo. How did you know that it will work??" Jotaro asked with amazement. "I have lived for more than 500 years Jotaro. How can I not know about love??".

Jotaro chuckled and then pushed Jonita up again. She then dusted herself and then spoke. "Let's tell your love story to Holly first after we get some ice-cream". Jotaro nodded and followed Jonita to where they were going next.

*Five minutes time skip, brought to you by Baby Yoda*

"HOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLYYYYYY!!!!!!" Jonita sprinted into the Kujo's residence in search of the blonde lady.

"Jonita-san, is everything OK??" Holly came out of a random room and asked her. As soon the purplenette spotted blonde hair, she lunged at Holly and gave her a death hug while lifting her up.

"J-Jonita-san, what happened??". "Jotaro........he is in love!!!". "What, really???" Holly's eyes brightened up. Jonita nodded, confirming her statement.

Just like Jonita, Holly gasped from happiness and hugged Jonita with a high-pitched squeal, and then they both jumped round and round squealing like high-school girls.

"So who is the lucky girl??" Holly asks. "Well, it's a boy, actually" Jonita replied. Holly's smile dropped a little. "A boy??" she asked. "Yes" she replied. "I-I see" Holly tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear.

"Mama mama, I'm in love!!" Next was Jotaro who ran to his mother and hugged her. Holly hesitantly wrapped her arms around Jotaro as he started babbling about how good-looking his love interest was.

"And he had those pretty purple eyes. They were like the colours of pansies. And his hair was so red. Even the reddest of apples were nothing in front of him. His smile was the best thing of all".

"That's really......nice, Jotaro". By hearing her reply, Jotaro looked at his mother with a little disbelief. She sounded disappointed, he thought.

"I-It's really good to fall in love but, with a boy?? It doesn't seem normal to me". Jotaro let go of her mother as he backed away from her. Was his ears deceiving him?? Did his mother just called him.........adnormal??

"Jotaro I.....I got to talk to Papa. You stay here with Jonita-san. If you are feeling hungry then there is food in the kitchen. I'll be right back" she then went away to the opposite direction without saying anything else.

Jonita just stood where she was in shock. She didn't expect Holly to react like this. She was literally standing there, praying that all she just witnessed was a bad dream and nothing else.

PART 2 :

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Yugioh S4 Ep 11: Rafael’s Lian Yu Experience

Ah, lets tune into Yugioh where Duke has decided to do some off-roading in the worst car and in the worst place.

Ah yes, the normal interaction you would have with a desert and your expensive vintage car. Duke has been struggling since he became a protagonist to stick to a defining trope. Now that Serenity is gone, and now that they aren’t watching a duel for Duke to be a downer about, I guess his only other tick is that he sucks at driving?

Again there was a perfectly serviceable truck back at the RV but they just really like to put miles on this car (which doesn’t have it’s lights on I believe, which...good job, Duke).

And he just launches these two inexplicably out of the car. Because Yugi might be losing his whole damn soul on the other end of this desert, but we will have cartoon shenanigans, damn it.

It really does look like Dukes looking through the wrong side of his binoculars here...that extra level of Duke.

Speaking of extra level, hows that horse thing going? Where Yugi is riding a horse for the first time in his entire life?

Because, apparently the show has decided that Yami should be really good at horses (????????). He can’t read any Egyptian, he doesn’t have any memories of his Pharaoh life, he can barely use magic, but apparently, he can game a horse. Only problem, is that this art team of high octane vehicle enthusiasts seems totally unaware of how horses work---I’ll just show you. This scene GOES places, and I will absolutely record it so you can watch it in it’s entirety in a separate post.

(see more horse under the cut)

The horses leg didn’t move the entire slide down the mountain y’all, he just stuck one hoof in front of him and power-slid down a freakin cliff like he was wearing horse Wheelies.

What the Hell?

Anyway, welcome to our new dueling platform.

You wouldn’t believe it, but it’s on a very tall thing. I know, in this show? They’re dueling on a tall thing? Whaaaaat?

This is a hilariously weirdly perfectly cylindrical land mass 10/10.

So Rafael’s whole deal is so freakin weird.

Rafael’s a weirdo. I was ready for Alister, since Alister introduced himself in a Maximilian Pegasus suit, but I just wasn’t expecting Rafael to be the weirdEST youknow? Of the three? Like he’s up there with Arcana and the band-saw ankle-slicing machine. Just a really choice human being who makes really good decisions.

God bless this artist’s obsession with edgy cargoes.

Anyways, another fun fact about Rafael is he gets more and more jacked with every single frame it feels--his muscles are like the quality to go fight Cell, but all he does is play cards.

Also he’s obsessed with justifying mass murder on a global scale so...he seems a little bit like an X-men villain in that way, except he’s...just a normal ass dude who got really buffed.

Rafael needs a reason to want to destroy all humanity--that’s really the big dilemma that the writing crew was given, but the way they got there...was a lot.

Lets dive right into it, starts off kind of normal, run of the mill “gotta cleanse the world yada yada” and then just starts somersaulting down a steep hill like in Princess Bride.

First of all, the show decides to reveal to us the entire story via a Rebecca google search, and then, once we’re like WTF? we get to hear it in it’s entirety and it is way weirder the second time.

So um...this Titanic cruise ship.

Yeah. I know. That’s a lot of Princess Peach dresses.

(welcome back, glass of OJ that every child on this show drinks with every meal)

Honestly there is no greater curse in this show than being rich. If you’re a rich dude you are SCREWED. Some force of nature is going to come for you just at any possible moment. You will get abducted....MANY TIMES. You will lose your parents, repeatedly. Your wife will die shortly after marriage. Some asshole will walk up and just remove your eyeball and replace it with a magic golf ball. You will never be the best at cards. Just never be rich in the Yugioh universe. It is better to be dead.

Speaking, of dead--just did a Rebecca-brand google search--do you know how many people fit on an average cruise liner?

It’s more than you think.

Woooooooooooooooooooooo that’s about 3000 people! Just nonchalantly! (and yo, I went mid-range, some cruise liners carry like 6000)

We passed so many 69′s just now!

Now there is some weird issues with this episode where Rebecca was like “The only survivor was Rafael” and then later, Rafael mentions his family is still alive--kinda sounds like the translation shenanigans are back at it, where the English version is desperately trying to keep people from dying, but like, the Japanese version drew a 600 ft tidal wave that ate up this cruise-liner like it was a bathtub toy made of paper.

But sure, maybe some escape boats made it out safely from a catastrophe that is 800 times worse than the Titanic. Sure they did.

PS History Channel got into a weird trend in the 00′s where they used to do these series of rogue wave horror stories--do you remember those? Anyways, one of my friends got super spooked by rogue waves and had it as one of her top ten fears. At the time I was like “lol you’re not gonna get rogue waved on a cruise are you kidding?” But then again, maybe she watched Yugioh and this episode scarred her for life?

Especially since this crazy traumatic experience was followed by three years of being stranded on an island and going COMPLETELY insane. Like not just...partial--Rafeal has absolutely no grip on reality anymore. Like, at all. He’s on another plane from most other Yugioh villains.

It’s like Lord of the Flies but there’s only one person in it. The Lord of the Fly.

This is a kid’s show.

Anyways, on the island, Rafael got hella jacked. So there was that one plus. He did eventually become a very huge person in his adulthood, although he did get a Mokuba haircut for a little while. This honestly says more about Mokuba’s hair routine than anything else.

He also spent some time seeing his lost family members as these three cards that he likes to pray to. Occasionally they fall into the ocean and he has to dry them off. Rafael lived a kind of boring weird life cycling between hallucinations and staring into the ocean.

The show didn’t bother to tell us what Rafael was eating or explain how that outfit lasted 3 years. But, they did describe that after 3 ENTIRE YEARS, Darts decided to just start harassing him.

Which...OK...and then there was this next sequence

I mean this was the only interaction that Rafael had in three years so maybe he forgot that getting drowned by people who harness the power of the ocean isn’t like...good behavior?

Anyways, back in the real world, in the city and wearing his hot topic grunge vest well into his early 30′s, Rafael decided that everyone just...deserves to die. Traffic sucks. Cities sucks. There’s too much crime. Everyone should be dead. It was very strange and sudden twist. You go from having all the money in the world, to no money, and then back to all the money and it’s like “Central heating SUCKS! KILL EVERYONE!”

Then Rafael made this mention of his family that has to be a translation thing.

Those guys have got to be dead. I mean this is Yugioh. There were no survivors. I’ll be very surprised if they pop up next episode, I’ll even dock them off the Death Count if they never died, I am that certain they won’t still be dead in this upcoming arc. They have clearly been replaced with paper cards. Like I wouldn’t be surprised if their souls were somehow inside these particular cards he carries.

I didn’t cap it, but to walk on the island you walk across a glowing oricalchos bridge and it was very goofy.

And then these guys showed up, reminding me again that they are still on this show, because tbh, I completely forgot.

I kinda miss when they were the weirdest people here and I just thought Rafael was another boring guy in handlebar muttonchops.

Anyway, it’s a short update today. I’m a little behind on things in other places, so that’s fine by me. I keep hoping that soon I’ll be back to doing like 2 of these a week. Especially since I recently decided to start blocking twitter and other places I’ve been wasting a little too much time on, maybe then it’ll funnel my efforts to here? We’ll see. Next episode we’ll find out how long all of these guys wearing jackets in the desert are faring.

And here’s a link to read these from the beginning.

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Sweater Weather Part Three

Alrighty everyone, as anticipated here is part three of this crazy fic that I hope everyone is enjoying! 

A SMALL NOTE: THIS CHAPTER HAS A FIGHT THAT KIND OF RIPPED MY HEART OUT TO WRITE BUT I PROMISE IT WILL BE OK! Also more Steamy! Steve. 

Pairings: Steve Rogers x PottsRelativeFem!Reader

Ratings/Warnings: 18+ (Not smut but just to cover my ass)

For everything from language, crude jokes, ADULT situations/impure thoughts, booze (because it’s pretty much a staple in my fics at this point.), arguments, and an extremely overprotective Tony Stark. Very little angst, as I try to keep most of my fics light humored. But of course there are some insecurities/unsure feelings, as well as sad feels from everything with endgame/ the decimation. Also dead parents.

Also AU in the fact NO ONE DIED during Endgame/Steve didn’t go back. Also as much as I adore Morgan Stark, she isn’t around yet. I didn’t know where this would fit timeline wise, so just ignore the timeline. Kay? Cool.

Words: 4,178 (Ish)

Summary: You’ve just moved to New York after a long 3 year stint travelling the world and helping with various charities, taking a new job with Stark Industries thanks to your cousin Pepper. A trip out to surprise Tony and The Avengers for the weekend turns from good to terrible when the a/c at the compound breaks. How will you beat the heat for the record breaking weekend?

It’s in Y/N Y/L/N format, any pictures, outfits, gifs, and marvel characters just assume I don’t own them. Also no Beta, as I don’t ever have one, so the mistakes and reader are all my own. Enjoy!

Part Three

Ten –thirty am came with an unapologetic sun glaring into your room, the air slightly hot around you. You sat upright, bringing the phone to your face to look at the temperature. Ninety-nine degrees already. Rubbing your face and stretching your legs you forced yourself from your bed, grabbing your duffle bag and slowly opening your door to the hallway. You halted as you nearly stepped on the lone coffee mug that sat in front of your room, a smile gracing your lips as you inhaled the scent of freshly brewed coffee. You didn’t waste a moment of time, taking a drink from the overly-sweet drink with a happy sigh as you began to pad towards the showers of the Compound. Blissfully ignorant to the eyes that sought you out from behind a corner.

“Schk…Chocolate chip cookie has taken the bait and is moving west. Over.” Sam’s voice came in patchy as he held the large, old walkie talkie to his mouth, Bucky rolled his eyes from further on in the building.

“I thought we were going to call her French Toast? Over.”

“We’ll save that for later. Cookie is headed towards showers. Over.”

“Copy. Sending in Agent Star Spangled and Sexy. Over.” Rogers huffed in annoyance at the nickname as Bucky gave him a playful nudge towards your location.

“I’ll keep an eye out for Captain Cockblock. Over.”

“Why did I agree to this?” Steve asked out loud, slowly making his way towards the showers. This was absolutely one of the stupidest things he’s ever had to be a part of. And he had been in some stupid things. But he was crazy about you, and couldn’t wait to see you this morning, even if he had been a touch disappointed that you hadn’t snuck into his room last night. He woke up to Sam and Bucky smiling at him from the edge of his bed, and had almost gone into cardiac arrest upon opening his eyes. He most definitely would have preferred you, but he had to admit the two men using old walkie talkies from the eighties so Tony couldn’t hack into them was pretty damn clever. If this worked out with you then he’d be sure to thank them for their efforts.

He could hear your humming mixed with the sound of the shower as he rounded a corner, opting to lean against the wall holding the door that led to you. It was already warm in the compound but thinking about you in the shower wasn’t helping him keep his cool. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to chase those thoughts of you away. He hadn’t slept much last night to begin with, mostly due to the dreams you had invaded that woke him up in a cold sweat. He couldn’t get you out of his mind since the moment you got out of your truck yesterday afternoon, and he was done not going after what he wanted. Tony be damned, you were going to know how he felt.

“I feel like a creep.” He said to no one, trying to steady his breathing as he heard the water shut off, your movements nearly silent as you continued to get ready for the long hot day.

You were still humming as you changed into your outfit for the day, the cool shower helping you wake up and prepare for whatever lay ahead. A quick look in the mirror and you felt pretty damn cute.

You were towel drying your hair as you walked out, now empty coffee mug in one hand as you ran the fabric over your head with the other.

“Your shorts get any shorter Doll and we’re going to have a problem.” You jumped at the thick voice coming from your right, almost dropping and shattering the coffee mug on the hard floor. You hadn’t even noticed him standing there in a tight gray tank top and jeans. The bulging muscles of his arms and shoulders were quick to distract you, your eyes gazing at his body in appreciation. Well damn.

“No one asked you to look Rogers.” You replied curtly, throwing the towel off your hair and catching the smirking blonde in the face as you turned to leave. Casually swaying your hips you fought to contain the smirk as he caught up with you. You continued to stare ahead, gathering your hair up into a messy bun at the top of your head. Maybe Pepper had made breakfast.

“But I am looking Sweetheart. And I have to say that it’s going to be my new favorite past time.”

You turned your head to smile at him, his blue eyes never leaving yours as you stepped closer to him.

“Well then that makes two of us.” You breathed out, reaching a hand to brush away a stray strand of hair out of his face.

“Oh really?” His eyes closed at your touch, your fingers skimming down his face to rest on his cheek, feeling his own hand coming over to grip your waist.

“Duh. I’m pretty sure I could kiss you all day and not get tired of it.” You whispered, watching him take in a shaky breath.

“Then what are you waiting for Doll?” You grinned when you found him nuzzling his face into your palm and you moved to stand on your tiptoes, beginning to close the distance.

“GOOD MORNING SHORT STACK!”

The two of you groaned in frustration as you broke apart from your almost moment, Tony giving you a cheeky smile as he waved you into the kitchen. Your eyes flicked to Steve’s in a silent apology, stepping away and heading into the dining room where Pepper had set up nothing short of a feast for everyone. You chose a seat on the right side of the table, hiding your elated smile as Steve sat next to you. Well, until your cousin in law decided to take it upon himself to drag his own chair in between the two of you, causing everyone at the table to glare at him.

“Hope you like pancakes. Cap be a dear and pass the syrup will ya?” Stark settled in at his new spot, taking a plate and piling on four giant pancakes. You gripped your fork tightly as he beamed at you while drizzling the sugary liquid over his breakfast, Pepper looking ready to murder her husband and hide the evidence. “Maybe a couple for you Y/N? HA! A short stack for short stack!”

“We can make it look like an accident.” Sam murmured to Bucky, who was nodding enthusiastically at the idea as he shoveled eggs onto his plate. Steve looked absolutely fed up. Everyone ate in a tense silence, you nearly choking the life out of Tony when he would ask you questions about your day that hadn’t even started yet. You were too sober for this. And too short on caffeine. You had missed your cousin too, but if you had known any better you would have guessed he was purposefully getting in between you and Steve. That shit was going to get old real quick.

“So what’re your plans for the day Y/N? It’s supposed to be a hundred and five by noon.” Nat asked cautiously, trying to defuse the obvious tension. You smiled at her.

“Actually I planned on working on a small project. Speaking of which, you don’t mind me raiding the supply rooms around here right cousin? After all I was mostly inspired by you for it.” Stark’s eyes softened as he made his second plate of food, stopping to hold his fork over his heart.

“Not at all Y/N! I’m touched at being your inspiration.” Pepper let out a bark of laughter at her husband, him turning to look at her with a blank expression. “What? At least someone appreciates me.”

“Great! Then I’m going to get started. Steve you mind helping me out? Some of the things I need are heavy and I’m going to need all the muscle I can wrangle up.” Tony’s face of annoyance didn’t go amiss to anyone as the blonde man matched your stunning smile with one of his own.

“’Course Doll, lead the way.” Both of you pushed from your chairs, Nat smiling into her bite of pancake as the two of you strolled away.

“I told you Tony, she isn’t going to let you get in her way. You might as well just give up. They look cute together. It could be what they both need…after everything.” Pepper tried patting his hand soothingly, the older gentleman glaring at his plate before sliding it away from him. Standing from his seat, he gave a small nod to his teammates and began to walk after you.

“Not on my watch.” He grumbled, guided by your melodic giggles as you and Steve entered the elevator together. “Friday, please inform me of Y/N’s whereabouts when she gets to a stopping point.”

“Of course Mister Stark.” The AI responded cheerfully.

“That was pretty smooth back there Y/N.” Steve admitted, chuckling at you as you pulled open the doors to the main supply room. You nodded, beginning your search wordlessly for the things you needed. “What, uh, what is it you’re looking for exactly?”

“I’m sorry that information is classified.” You watched the man before you quirk an eyebrow, before putting his hands in his pockets and admitting defeat. One of the best qualities of Steve was that he always dropped the subject when he needed to. He never pried into your life, but he also hadn’t really been a part of it for at least the last three years.

“So what am I doing here?”

‘”Just stand there and look pretty for right now Rogers. You are exceptionally gifted in that department.” His lips fell in a flat line as he playfully stared you down, you blowing him a kiss before turning back to the task at hand.

It didn’t take you too terribly long to find what you needed, maybe an hour. You managed to gather several old oscillating stand up fans, a bunch of small desktop ones, a couple Styrofoam coolers, and PVC pipe. You began piling it up at Steve’s feet, his curiosity peaking as you brushed the dust off your hands.

“I got a drill set in the truck that should work, you think Snark has a small portable jigsaw somewhere?” You knew Steve wouldn’t have the answer, but he didn’t have time to think of a response anyway.

“Of course I do Short Stack!”

“Snark are you making it a point to creepily follow me everywhere? I know you missed me but damn give a girl a break to breathe.” You ground out, anger flaring up in your veins as Tony only met the two of you with a grin.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I know Capsicle here can only do so much. He’s got the brawn, but not all the brains I’m afraid.” The dig only seemed to piss you off more, noticing Steve’s jaw clench and his fists tighten.

“Steve sweetheart, do me a huge favor and take what you can and drop them off at my room? My cousin and I need to have a chat.” You didn’t have to ask him again as he gathered pretty much everything in one arm load and left the room, walking back towards the elevator. After making sure he was out ear shot you fixed your face in a menacing glare at your target.

“What in the hell was that Tony?!” You nearly shouted, your cousin crossing his arms over his chest in defiance as he refused to back down.

“Don’t act like I’m dumb Y/N. You and Steve have been on each other like shit on Velcro since you got here. I’m not letting someone close to me get hurt, especially after everything that’s happened over the last couple years!”

“Are you talking about me, or Steve?” You demanded darkly, noticing how he flinched as you took a step towards him. “Because either damn way, we’re grown adults and can make our own decisions. You don’t get a say in the matter! I don’t know why you seem to care so much anyway.”

“BECAUSE SIX MONTHS AGO HE ALMOST WENT BACK TO PEGGY!” Tony yelled, your face dropping as you took a step back. Was that true? What the hell was he still doing here then? You knew Peggy Carter and him had an unfinished history, but you had no idea he was considering actual time travel to be with her. The brunette sighed deeply, lowering his voice and you could feel his concern as he went to reach for you, you drawing your hands back as if he would burn you.

“He sat there and debated for weeks about it! You’re more than a convenient piece of ass Y/N, and you deserve better. Better than a man who hasn’t spoken to you in over three years! Or are you going to choose to ignore how easily he forgot about you during the accords situat…”

Your slap on his face echoed through the room, your eyes glistening with tears as you pulled your hand back. “Don’t you dare. He isn’t the only guilty party in that equation Snark, and you fucking know it. You know my feelings for him have never changed, and I lost one of my closest friends because of your bullshit. Don’t you dare say that to me.”

“I’m sorry I just…”

“You want to look out for me? How about you let me off the invisible leash so I can live my damn life!? You’re making me start to regret coming back at all!” You spat, pushing past the man and grabbing the small desktop fan on your way out, making sure to slam the door. You inhaled sharply, turning to find Steve waiting for you patiently, the elevator door being propped open by one of the large fans. Neither of you said anything as you stepped in, Steve removing the fan and allowing the door to close. The bell tone as you descended was the only sound. The walk to your room was silent as well, besides the shuffling noise of the fan cords across the floor. It was torture for both of you.

“Thanks for the help Rogers.” You said, your voice void of any emotion as you opened your door, helping the blonde put the things in your room before leaving it again.

“No problem Y/N.” He avoided your gaze, your sad expression too much for him. He hated seeing you upset, and although he hadn’t heard much of the conversation you and Tony had, he knew you had found out about Peggy. With your cousin’s yelling, he was one hundred percent sure everyone in the compound had heard it. “Listen, uh about your talk with Tony.”

“Don’t.” You warned, eyes turning into daggers as you began to walk away. True to his nature the blonde Avenger didn’t press, only nodded and left you alone to gather the things you needed from your truck, including the giant orange rectangular cooler that you hadn’t used. Nat watched you struggle, angrily wiping at the tears that had begun to fall and rushed to help you. She didn’t ask, she just helped you lug the large chest back inside. When you returned once again to your room you found the small saw sitting against your door.

“What else ya need Y/N?” Nat inquired gently, touching your shoulder as you got out the last of your sobs.

“Do we have any ice in the walk in freezer? I need all that we have. Also if you can find me any tape, plastic water bottles, and rock salt.” The red head nodded, disappearing shortly from view as you shut your door. “Friday, do me a solid and do NOT allow Tony Stark to enter this room?”

“Alright miss Y/N.” You set to work after the confirmation, beginning by measuring and cutting two holes in each lid of every cooler you had acquired. Yours took a minute to get through, the Styrofoam no match for the small but powerful saw Tony had left for you. At least he did something useful today. When Nat returned with Thor and Sam you smiled brightly at them, already in a slightly better mood. You graciously accepted their supplies, the two men leaving as you and Nat continued to work under your direction. You pulled up your phone and dialed Kate’s number, needing to hear her voice.

“Hey Y/N. How’s it hanging?”

“I’m about to murder my cousin.”

“Ohh. Is it Tony? I got a shovel and an alibi you just tell me where to meetcha!” You chuckled at Kate, Nat’s own laughter music to your ears.

“Who else is with you? Are they in on the murder or will we have to take care of them later?”

“Hang on I’ll video chat you.” You hung up and brought up the facetime app, your best friend’s cheesy smile coming to life shortly in front of you. “Ok Kate. Meet Natasha.”

You were regretting your decision less than ten solid minutes later, after you brought both women up to current knowledge on what had taken place. The two women were laughing and getting on like two peas in a pod and you were starting to feel replaced. You huffed, dumping the ice into the coolers after securing the small fans and PVC pipe to the lids. Nat worked on filing the bottles with icy salt water, sealing them up and taping them to the large stand up fans, Kate “Oooh” and “Aww”ing when everything was finished.

“Look at you Y/N! Should start calling you MacGyver. Where did you learn this stuff?!”

“Picked up this life hack while helping out a small village in Brazil. We lost our AC in the van for a week. There should be enough for everyone to have something in their rooms for the rest of the weekend.”

“My babe you are a SAINT and none of those assholes deserve you. Not including you Natasha.” Nat waved off Kate’s comment, knowing full well it wasn’t directed at her. “I still can’t believe Tony had the audacity to say that to you. He better hope to fuck I don’t see him, or that cooler you jury rigged is going to become his damn casket.”

“This is why I love you Kate. Thank you. I just don’t know what to do about Steve now.” You let out a shaky breath, both the other women looking at you with sympathetic eyes. “I don’t want to believe Tony, but if it’s true…”

“Listen Y/N,” Nat leaned in to wrap an arm around your shoulder, “He didn’t leave. Steve doesn’t just want you as some kind of tension release. All the guy has talked about since you got here is how much he’s missed you. I’ve been his friend for a long ass time, and I know he’s cared about you for most of it. Just talk to the man.” She squeezed you in a half hug, Kate nodding in agreement.

“What Nat said. And after you have a heart to heart, jump on his dick.”

“KATE! You are the worst influence!”

Your best friend’s face feigned innocence. “Y/N! I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m the best worst influence you got. You need to get laid. You might be less uptight after…”

“God. Goodbye Kate. Talk soon.” You went to rush her off the phone, face ablaze and Nat laughing to the point she couldn’t breathe properly.

“Bye bitch. Go get some!” She waved, you hanging up the app and clutching your forehead.

“I like her.” Nat got out between breaths.

“Go get the others please. Except Stark. ” You demanded, the red head giving you a half-assed salute and jumping out of the room. You had plugged in the large cooler for you room while she was gone, relishing in the cold air that was being pumped into it. You’d have to refill it after nightfall, but it would be the thing that saved you this weekend.

“What is all this?” Thor’s voice boomed as the door opened, you only acknowledging him with a large fan.

“Your redneck air conditioners. You’ll have to replace the ice to keep it going but it should help you all some in your rooms. Figured the coolers can go in the kitchen and living areas. We can move them around as need be.”

“You accomplished all of this in a matter of hours Y/N? You sure you don’t have super speed or something?” Sam stated, you beaming at him and coughing when Bruce threatened to hug the life out of you.

“You are an angel Y/N. Thank you.” You awkwardly patted the large green man on the back, letting him put you down before designating who took what. They filed into your room, all grabbing the appliances, each offering thanks before leaving. It did amazing things for your self esteem, knowing you could be of use after all this weekend.

“We’re going to grill tonight, keep unnecessary heat out of the compound. Meet me in the kitchen in an hour for prep?” Pepper asked cautiously, no doubt knowing about your fight with her husband earlier.

“Sure Pep, just make sure your husband stays away from me for right now. I’m not particularly fond of his existence currently.”

“You got it.” You laid down on your bed as your cousin left, shutting the door behind her. There was so much to process, and you really just wanted to nap, the temperature of the room slowly becoming more comfortable. A soft knock kept you from drifting off, you turning to your side as it cracked open to reveal a shy looking Steve Rogers.

“Can I help you Rogers?” Your tone was glass cutting sharp, the blonde wincing as he timidly stepped into your room.

“I just wanted to say thank you, for the uh, whatever you call that contraption you made. You’re a life saver, and uh, thanks.” He stammered, and you found your anger quickly melting away as he stood, shuffling his feet and not daring to make eye contact with you.

“You’re welcome Steve.” You caught the small upturn of his lips at you using his first name again, that little motion all you needed to melt into a puddle.

“I thought you were mad at me?” His whisper you nearly missed thanks to the sound your cooler was making, you leaning to sit up and giving him a head tilt. “About Peggy.”

“Ah.” You sighed, standing up to pad across the room, meeting him in your open doorway. “I want to be, but no matter how much I try I can’t. You didn’t go back, and it would be rather terrible of me to not understand where you were coming from. You’re here now. That’s all in the past, along with the years we haven’t kept in touch. Can we please promise each other to just leave it there? Start over?”

“I can do that.” He took your hand, pulling you into a gentle hug that warmed your body. You stood there for minutes, not saying anything but holding each other so tight it almost felt like the broken pieces of who you were started to put themselves back together. You didn’t want to pull away, and wondered if you two could make life work as permanently joined mass of limbs and brains. After all, he was always so warm and you found yourself freezing. Not to mention it would make getting things on the top shelf so much easier.

“I should go help Pepper with meal prep.” You uttered regretfully, forcing yourself to part from him.

“Yea, she’ll kill both of us if you’re late.” His statement forced a giggle from your lips as you went to leave, shutting the door behind both of you. “Save a seat for me?”

“Well I sure as hell ain’t sitting next to Tony. And if he sits in between us again I’ll just have to sit in your lap.” You teased, his eyes sparkling as he chuckled at your fading figure.

“Shck…Love Muffin is headed towards kitchen after brief rendezvous with Agent Sexy. No physical contact beyond a hug was initialized. Beginning to suspect agent is a complete punk who won’t man up. Over.” Bucky spoke confidently into the large black brick, Steve whipping around to glare at him murderously.

“Man, he don’t make a move soon imma be pissed off. This walkie talkie is heavy as fuck. Over.” Sam’s voice carried down the hall as Steve gave chase to his best friend.

“I’m going to put my foot so far up your ass Buck you’ll be spitting out leather for a month!” The blonde shouted, only getting a grin from his target in kind.

“Oooh kinky Captain. You gonna let Y/N in on your sadistic nature t..OW!”

The winter soldier found the compound walls to be super thick. And almost painful when pushed into them.

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[imfreakingentertained]

Why it’s good to have a BFF in Gerda

No, not literally. Gerda hasn’t eaten anyone.

I’m the one who you should blame. I weighed myself today and I’m 85kg. Last November I was 75kg. Seems I could learn a thing or two from Gerda!

At least I know the reason I weigh this.

That’s the wonderful thing about the Universe.

It’s been so clear with us this year.

If something isn’t top-top, the reason is usually obvious. That leads me to the point of this post: my inspiration, and bestie, Gerda.

Obviously.

I found a friend in Gerda back in 2012 during my high school final exams which I was supposed to be studying but instead I was on Merlin Wiki. Totally worth it.

That soon evolved to BFF after all kinds of cyber adventures along the way. Friends, foes, unicorns, dragons and ok, I admit it... burritos.

To this day, Gerda takes my breath away. If it isn’t her ability to listen (should I call you the woman with the iron ear or does that not ‘steel’ the show enough? Hehe), it’s everything else below.

Are you ready, The Magnificent Gerda?

I could send 200 messages at once and it wouldn’t scare Gerda away. Gerda focuses on the good in people, understands, forgives, and has demonstrated unwavering resilience. To this day.

A rare and commendable quality.

I can turn to Gerda anytime for anything... the sky is the limit.

The most obvious thing is a top quality conversation at any hour, uncompromising, then there’s her golden artist’s hand, her platinum writer’s hand, relationship wisdom, design vision, encyclopedic villain knowledge, language skills, spiritual clarity, leadership abilities and communication badassery.

We’re talking about someone raised in a fervent Church who did a Masters in Literature with a thesis on VILLAINS!!!!

Someone who moved to a country long-term speaking a different language and built a life all by herself. Has happily lived by herself for years now and definitely not looked outward for comfort, but rather learnt to love her own company (and soon another’s).

Someone who has worked her way from one completely different job to the other and changed her entire life situation in a VERY short amount of time using incredible willpower, belief in herself and others, all during one of the hardest imaginable times.

Sent me packages made with unimaginable love. Packages that would be the talk of the village if we were to live in villages.

Omg! they’d say, who has a friend like that?

That’s not even all... someone who broke the drudgery, stale tide at Manchester city Toastmasters, ate the cliques as a side dish (with Steve as the breakfast), all while graciously speaking up to represent those who may have not had a voice.

You went from a shy girl who wanted to run out of the room like a mouse, to the comedic star, the most colourful, outfit-diverse president to date, the queen of dress ups and the Gandalf of the room with your dazzling, out-of-the-box speeches which dared to cross the line of reality.... whatever that is!!!

And NOW YOU’RE AREA DIRECTOR!!!!

I’ve found a friend in a gifted young lady named Gerda... that is just a piece of who she is.

And did I mention she’s actually watched 37 movies in just a couple weeks?

How blessed I am to know Gerda.

[harryandmolly]

The Emancipation of Ginny ~ 2

summary: shawn and ginny could’ve ruined everything six months ago, and sticking together despite their past could make or break them now as ginny stays on as his personal assistant. but what happens on tour doesn’t stay on tour.

warnings: Language, rain, misappropriation of Taylor Swift lyrics

WC: 6.4k

The night was unseasonably warm. The Hofbrauhaus employees seemed to want to take advantage, leaving the windows open so the sounds of rowdy midnight drinkers and the lederhosen-wearing folk singers travel out alluringly to passersby on the streets of Munich.

The team sat down for drinks at 6pm, ate enough schnitzel to lay down a base for more beer, and continued to drink stein after stein until the place largely emptied out.

Ginny laughs, loud and hearty and hiccuppy at Andrew joining in with the folk singers even though he doesn’t speak a word of German. The rest of the team, here to celebrate a very successful festival stop nearby, are largely occupied watching the fiasco.

Ginny’s Shawn radar has been carefully honed after working for him for four months. When she doesn’t hear his deep, throaty chuckle, she looks around. He’s disappeared.

Or, she thinks he has until the long, large table she’s sitting at jumps a little with a loud smack.

“Oh, fuck!”

Ginny ducks her head under the table. Shawn is crouched beneath, rubbing the back of his head and squinting up at her. She tilts her head and coos. Something, probably something at the bottom of the glasses in the two very large steins of hefeweizen she drank, has her crawling under the table after him.

He’s hunched over, too tall to sit comfortably beneath the table. Since Ginny is only two or three inches shorter, she too is scrunched up beside him.

“Dropped my phone,” Shawn mumbles, shaking his head, chuckling at himself.

Ginny makes a face and curls a hand around the back of his head comfortingly. “And you bumped your head.”

“I bumped my head,” Shawn sighs, closing his eyes and leaning back into her touch. It’s so disarmingly innocent, it sobers Ginny up for a moment.

When he opens his eyes and smiles at her, she feels drunk all over again.

“So great, having you on the team,” Shawn murmurs, pushing himself on his hands over the sticky floor to sit a bit closer to her. She swirls her thumb against his scalp in response. His eyes flutter shut.

“So great being on the team,” she says in a teasing voice, but it’s as sincere as any moment she’s ever had.

Shawn’s eyes are shut long enough for Ginny to study his profile and fall face first into the feelings she’s been covering up since that first plane ride. His cheeks are ruddy and pink from laughter and alcohol. He’s got a fresh, warm tan from playing festivals since the spring. He’s humming along to the German folk tune but she doesn’t think he realizes he’s doing it.

His eyes open. He looks over at her. Her hand stills on the back of his head.

Shawn leans in and kisses her like it’s something they’ve done a million times. The truth is, there’s nothing “first kiss”-y about it. It’s warm and easy and familiar and Ginny wonders if they’ve just spent entirely too much time together at this point to feel awkward about anything, including kissing under a warping wooden table in a 600-year old brewery with a barmaid in an Oktoberfest getup walking by swinging a bell and bellowing “closing now!” at the top of her strong German lungs to get them all the fuck out of there.

Ginny murmurs into his mouth, the first time he gets that pretty sound out of her. It makes his dulled senses come alive, sends his nerve endings sizzling in the warm, late summer breeze. He revels for a second or two before he remembers who they are to each other. He breaks away, but only as far as her cheek because he’s still drunk and she’s still warm and soft and Ginny.

“Is it ok that I did that?” he pants.

She’s nodding before he finishes the thought. “Yes. Please. More.”

Those are the best words Shawn could’ve imagined leaving her sweet, wet mouth. It’s all he can do to keep from diving back in, wandering hands and all.

“Tonight.”

It’s a one word promise -- an adventure, a secret, a first chapter of a story to write together.

Ginny’s returning grin puts the pen to paper.

+

How many times has Ginny been told to ditch her notebook and go digital?

Well, at least once more now as she shuffles up to Shawn’s hotel room a few doors down from hers. She tugs at her long slender fingers, bounces on her toes and otherwise fidgets until she decides, after going through it all in her head again, that she has to knock on his door.

Ginny flicks her head back, tossing her hair a little as she clears her throat. Her knock is sharp and rapid -- Shawn always knows it’s her when she knocks like that. He had been just about to strip out of his gym clothes for a shower. She caught him just in time.

He sniffs as he opens the door. “Hey.”

Ginny makes a dejected face. “Do you have that bag? The green one, the backpack? I think my notebook was in it.”

Shawn’s face scrunches. He tilts his head back. “Aw, Gin, not again.”

“I’m sorry,” she moans, tipping her face forward into her hands, shaking her head, “I really am, I know it’s a problem, and I really have been better lately, but yesterday was mad. And I just can’t find it. Could you look?”

Shawn waves her inside and lets the door slam behind them. Ginny tries not to look too carefully around his room, because it usually leads to memories that tend to be painful to revisit so early in the morning. His bed is unmade and looking like he ripped all the sheets off in the middle of the night -- he’s not sleeping well, it seems. He has half a dozen water bottles stacked on his nightstand, covering his clock. His lyric notebooks and guitar are out.

“Are you writing today?” she hums, strapping her arms behind her back like she’s worried they’ll fly out and touch everything around her inappropriately. Including him.

Shawn bobs his head, lifting backpacks and duffels, peeking around suitcases.

“Yeah, I thought I’d just-- oh! There is is.” He hands her the old green Jansport backpack.

Ginny chews on her lip and rifles through it. Her stomach sinks. She makes a whimpering noise.

“Oh, no.”

Shawn sighs and perches on the end of his bed. “Ok, just relax.”

“That notebook has everything in it!” Ginny squawks, dumping the contents out on his bed, blinking hard around the realization that his sheets smell like him, I mean, of course they do, but wow, it’s kind of intoxicating and definitely not helping her frazzled brain right now.

“Please don’t do the ‘I’m the worst PA ever’ speech again,” he urges, widening his eyes at her and lifting his acoustic into his lap. When she makes him nervous, he uses the guitar as a shield.

Ginny shakes her head and stuffs her hands in her hair. Her chest tightens. Her pulse pounds in her ears. Her stomach swoops. She looks anywhere but his urgent eyes.

“It has my schedule, my numbers, my notes, my to-do list, my already done list, my ‘people to call and bug about things’ list. Oh god, and when I tell Andrew I’ve lost it again, he’s going to make the face.”

Shawn winces. He knows the face she means. It’s the closest he’s come to feeling the shame he got when his mother scolded him. Andrew does that face exceptionally well.

“Listen, we can fix this,” Shawn reasons, standing off the edge of the bed to come eye level with her. She screws her jaw up and lets her furrowed brow soften.

“How?”

He kicks at his sneakers and shrugs, “We’ll call everywhere we went yesterday and ask if they have it.”

Ginny offers him a hesitant smile. “I don’t have anyone’s numbers. They’re all--”

“In the notebook,” Shawn finishes with a huff. He squints at her, “Seriously, how do you even survive like that? You’re the only woman I know that uses her iPhone X for animojis, Spotify and absolutely no work stuff at all.”

Ginny’s heard it before, specifically the last time she misplaced her notebook, which Shawn helped her track down in Brooklyn. She wrinkles her nose.

“I get it, this is my sign from the universe. Go digital. I get it.”

Shawn decides to keep his snarky quip to himself, the one that says “the last time you lost it was the sign from the universe, this is the universe hitting you in the back of the head.”

“Kay, then we’ll go find it,” Shawn announces, lifting his shirt off from the collar and tossing it into a heap of dirty clothes.

Ginny blinks. “You’re writing today.”

“I’ll write later.”

“We have Taylor later,” she reminds him in a quiet, reverent voice that makes him laugh. He knows why -- they’ve been looking forward to this Taylor Swift show together for months. Ginny’s had her outfit planned for at least half that time. Not even her missing notebook could keep her away from Taylor’s third night at Wembley.

Shawn strolls toward the bathroom and thinks better of kicking his shorts off as he goes. He looks over his shoulder and smiles reassuringly.

“We’ll find it, Gin. London’s not that big.”

With a wink, he’s behind the bathroom door, turning on the water so hot the steam ripples out from underneath and muffles the sound of his wet clothes hitting the ground.

+

“We’re doing such a good job looking,” he praises, his voice throaty and quiet as he talks into the skin of her earlobe between sucking licks.

Ginny’s eyes flutter open. She drags a hand up the side of his thigh to give his bum a squeeze. “Mmm, best lookers ever.”

“Yeah. We’re so good looking,” he mumbles, nipping at the shell of her ear as she laughs.

“I’m such a minger, we’re never going to find it,” Ginny whines, running her hands up and down Shawn’s biceps in the back of the cab as they speed through Williamsburg, trying to remember the name of the bar they went into the night before where Ginny thinks she might’ve left the notebook. The motion is more soothing to Ginny than to Shawn.

He pulls away from the comforting smell of coconut oil by her ear and pecks her lips as they screech to a stop at a red light.

“‘S fine, baby. Even if we don’t find it, I’ll get you a shiny new notebook.”

He smirks teasingly, flicking at the delicate gold hoop in Ginny’s septum. He goes to speak again when Ginny plants her lips on his and swallows his gravelly moan as the cab swerves through a quickly changing yellow light.

+

The first stop? The BBC.

Ginny insists on a black cab. Shawn insists on the tube. Jake insists on a hired car.

Jake wins.

With a driver in the front seat and Jake beside him, and Shawn and Ginny in the back, Ginny tries not to see the resemblance to nights they used to go on these funny little chaperoned dates. In Toronto, they were left to their own devices, but if Shawn and Ginny wanted to go out in LA or New York or London or just about anywhere else, Jake tagged along. Neither of them argued, knowing first hand how Shawn’s fans can get sometimes. But when they were dating, Jake was a bit of a buzzkill.

(He did try to give them as much privacy as he could, though, bless him.)

Now, as Ginny watches red double decker buses full of shaggy Londoners cruise past, seeing signs for places like Elephant & Castle and Knightsbridge, she knows it’s different, as much as she’d like to reach across the center console and take his hand. She can’t.

He doesn’t want her to.

Ginny looks back at him. He’s staring out at his window at the Thames, bobbing his head like he’s writing melodies somewhere deep under those thick brown curls. She thinks of a million things she could say right now -- stupid little comments like the ones you make to a best friend who you could never be bored of. She holds them in so as not to distract him.

She looks back out the window at her hometown.

She doesn’t feel him looking back at her.

+

They don’t have any luck at all at the BBC. Shawn can’t very well come inside without causing absolute mayhem, so she hops out of the car in the pouring rain and races for the doors. Showing her ID gets her far enough to prove she was in the building yesterday, but they don’t have a notebook reported in lost and found and won’t let her upstairs to look.

She grumbles a begrudgingly polite “cheers, thanks very much” and heads back out, defeated.

When she gets back inside the car, Shawn is typing something on his phone and looking pink-cheeked. He doesn’t seem fazed when she announces her notebook is still at large. He just nods and suggests they head off to The Connaught.

Shawn does come in this time because it’s the middle of the day on a Wednesday and it’s quiet enough. He’s slumped over the marble counter of the concierge desk as they wait for the staff to check lost and found. He’s drumming his fingers and bobbing his head again, turned away from her.

Ginny smiles and tugs at a curl at the back of his neck for his attention. He turns, startled, but smiles at her smile.

“Working on something new?” she guesses.

He shrugs. “Sort of. It’s old. I got a new piece in my head for it, though.”

Ginny nods. He likes that she never presses him to make him tell her exactly what he’s working on. She knows he’ll show her when he’s ready.

Ginny looks up, studies the ceiling. She narrows her eyes, noticing little cracks that she wonders if they should be concerned about. She imagines this building is probably pretty old, given the neighborhood they’re in, and damage like that could--

“So are you seeing your mum and dad this trip?” Shawn chirps.

Ginny blinks hard, transitioning. “No, not this time.”

Shawn ducks his head, nodding a little. He’ll never get over that -- he’d never pass up an opportunity to see his parents these days. He has to remind himself not everyone has the same relationship to their family that he does.

“Don’t make that face,” she teases, stepping closer to him, rolling her eyes at the squelching sound her wellies make on the fine marble floor.

“What face?”

“The poor little orphan Annie face. I’m seeing them both in a few weeks when we’re on break and I have time to spend with them. Get to see my Han, too,” she adds, looking pleased.

Shawn is grateful for the out she gives him to step away from family chat. “Yeah? How’s she feeling?”

“Good, I think. She hasn’t started requesting pickle and mushroom-flavored ice cream, so we’ve got that to look forward to.”

Shawn makes a horrified face. “Jesus.”

Ginny shrugs. “Pregnancy’s mad.”

Shawn widens his eyes, agreeing silently with a nod of his head as the concierge reappears looking faintly apologetic.

On to the next.

+

The Waterstone’s in Piccadilly Circus is another place Shawn shouldn’t walk into without a full squad of security. Piccadilly is a hotbed of tourists, even on a horrible, rainy weekday. Ginny runs in under Shawn’s watchful gaze. Ten minutes later, she slogs back out, arms crossed over her chest, hood struggling to fit over her tuft of curls. He leans across the seat to open the door for her. She settles and flips back her hood, smacking her red-painted lips. Shawn flattens his lips sympathetically.

“Fuck. I’m so sorry, Shawn.”

Shawn shakes his head. “Gin, it’s a day off. You’re not my PA today, you’re my friend.”

“Yeah,” she chuckles darkly, “Your friend who dragged you out of a perfectly lovely writing day, I know how you love to write in the rain, to go hunting for a notebook I should’ve digitized months ago.

Shawn snorts. “If you’re trying to get me to fire you, you’re going to have to do better than that.”

Ginny tilts back against the headrest and feels the tears of frustration start to well. She fights them back, but she’s exhausted and overwhelmed. A stray tear trickles and catches Shawn’s attention.

He leans over the console, slow and gentle. He nudges the tear off her sharp jaw onto his finger and decides to pull his hand back rather than slip it back against her scalp to massage her. She blinks quickly, embarrassed, so he doesn’t coddle her. He turns his gaze forward through the battering rain against the windshield and nods.

“We have one more place to look. And I have an idea.”

+

Shawn looks up blearily, aware he must have dozed off. A solid, sweep-you-off-your-feet orgasm combined with a big meal, a day off, very little sleep and a rainy afternoon will do that.

He looks for her before he consciously thinks of anything else. He finds her sitting in the windowsill, watching the downpour. He smiles. She hates rain in every city in the world except when she’s here, home in London.

She’s in his Harvard sweater and a little pair of black panties, lying on the cushioned window seat of their little boutique hotel by Regent’s Park with her extraordinarily long legs stretched up above her, propped against the sill.

She looks like his next album cover waiting to happen.

She turns to look at him when she hears the sheets rustle. She lifts a sweater paw and waves bashfully. He grins, waving back. His chest hurts. The I love you is fighting so hard to break out of his heart it feels like a wild stallion against his ribcage.

To distract himself, he rolls over, snags his phone off the nightstand and sits up, framing her in portrait mode. She doesn’t shy away from the camera, special dispensation for just himself and Josiah.

If he were a normal 21-year-old with a normal job and a normal life, he wouldn’t hesitate to make that photo his lock screen background. As it is, he saves it and focuses on the fact that if he were a normal guy with a normal life, he’d never have met her.

+

They pull up outside the water cab station. Ginny narrows her eyes and looks between Shawn and the absolutely empty queue leading up to the boat which has maybe four or five commuters onboard. Shawn’s eyes are full of wonder. He nods at the Range Rover door for her to open it.

“C’mon, let’s go.”

“Shawn. Rain,” Ginny points out weakly, knowing he won’t be swayed from this. He loves the romance of this -- not the fun, hand-holding, whispered kisses kind of romance, but the Byron and Keats kind, the kind that has him furiously scribbling lyrics into his phone while she holds an umbrella over them in the downpour.

“It’s pretty, though,” he says wistfully, turning his head to look out the window again, “Look! There’s the London Eye. We’ll get a good view from the boat.”

He nudges her to get her to move faster. She grumbles about how Londoners hate the Millennium Eye and his English mother should be ashamed of him, but opens the door to step out. He’s prodding her sides, taking the umbrella Jake offers to hold it over them. Ginny tries not to jump a foot in the air when he puts a friendly hand on her midback to keep them close under the cover of the umbrella, guiding her toward the boat that’s headed for Battersea.

The boat has an enclosed section with seats. The other six people on the boat either don’t know or care who the hell Shawn Mendes is and are instead busy being perturbed, tutting about the weather.

Shawn plunks into a seat by one of the windows to look out at the view of Westminster as they begin to chug past. It is sort of sweet how he bumps her elbow and points out Big Ben like she’s never seen it before.

It’s even sweeter, perhaps, because they’re left alone.

Ginny realizes after a minute or two that Jake has made himself scarce the way he used to when Shawn and Ginny were on a date. He’s a few rows behind them, checking his phone and keeping an eye out for trouble, like always. Shawn hasn’t seemed to notice the familiar behavior, he’s too caught up in the river view.

Ginny catches Jake’s eye and lifts a brow. Jake shrugs innocently and looks away like he has absolutely no angle here at all, what, who, me? Ginny covers a snort by a cough and turns back, crossing her legs toward Shawn.

“I bet my life would be so different if I grew up here,” Shawn muses, eyes glittering as they pass the Parliament building, becoming slightly more visible as the rain thins.

“Did I tell you my parents almost moved here before I was born?” Shawn hums. Ginny smiles and shakes her head.

“Can’t imagine you with a posh London accent. You’d make your fans even more insane than they are,” Ginny jokes. The tips of Shawn’s ears pink up. He shakes his head.

“Maybe I never would’ve gotten into music at all. Maybe I would’ve become obsessed with football.”

Ginny wets her lips and tilts her head from side to side. “It’s possible. You could’ve become a rowdy, Chelsea-obsessed chav. But… I don’t think you found the music, mate. Think it’s there, no matter where you are or what you’re surrounded by.”

Shawn swallows. He looks over. In the bluish-gray light of the rainy afternoon, Ginny glows like the tip of a cigarette in the dark. Her smile is gentle, the best comfort he knows. He turns his gaze down to his lap and bobs his head.

“I think you’re right. I think it’s that way for us both.”

Ginny laughs, tinkling and light, “That’s perhaps generous.”

Shawn shakes his head with determination. “You’re every bit the musician I am, though. You really are.”

Ginny’s jaw muscle twitches. She picks at a hangnail. “I don’t write music.”

“You could,” Shawn adds, eyes going wide, “If we just sat down with a piano and a guitar, I think--”

“Hey, listen,” she laughs awkwardly, cutting him off like she always does when he starts to poke his finger down this rabbit hole, “I’m just fine with my little home movies. They’re just for me, like an athlete with game tape. I’m content.”

Shawn swallows his words.

You could be better than content. You could be so fucking great.

It’s not his place. It wasn’t then, it isn’t now.

He backs off because they’re practically alone on this boat cruising down the Thames and he’s too relaxed to pick a fight with her. Instead, he sits forward, elbows on his knees and stares. Ginny measures out a one, two, three count, admiring his profile in the misty light before turning her attention to her phone.

“Hmm?” Shawn murmurs. Ginny looks up to see him gazing back at her curiously. He gets twitchy when she appears to be working and he’s relaxing.

“It’s the house rental for Josiah’s stag do,” she answers, scrolling through the email confirmation of the villa they’ve rented in Ibiza for the event.

Shawn chuckles, sitting back against the bench, watching the sea of umbrellas around the Tate as they float past.

“Still can’t believe you volunteered to plan that.”

Ginny lifts her chin. “If I can handle Hannah Dyer’s hen do, I can manage Josiah Van Dien. Plus, his best man is his 15-year-old cousin. If I hadn’t stepped in, he might not have had a stag do.”

Shawn shakes his head fondly. “And he deserves it.”

“He most certainly does,” Ginny confirms. She feels Shawn’s breath on her cheek as he tilts his head to watch her thumb through her inbox.

“Better save that email. We don’t have a notebook to write it all down.”

Ginny’s eyes lift. His look is sleepy and teasing. She would give anything to cup a hand around his cheek and tilt her forehead against his, just for a quiet moment. They both always liked that -- being centered together.

Instead, she bumps him with her elbow and worries her teeth into her lower lip.

+

The notebook is dead. Long live the notebook.

Shawn did his level best to distract her, rambling on about the single and the promo and Hannah and Josiah’s wedding and anything else he could think of. If nothing else, she’s soothed by the sound of his voice.

But back at the hotel, she faces the music. Shawn gives her shoulder a squeeze when he drops her off outside Andrew’s room before skittering off to his own to get back to his guitar. Beneath the dull reverberation of her fist against Andrew’s door, she hears the unmistakable strumming of the Martin acoustic Shawn’s so fond of.

Andrew lets her in, wrapping up a call. She takes quiet mental notes of the highlights she picks out -- “ok, I’ll have that to you Thursday at the latest. Sure, I’ll tell him. Yes, I’ll ask about that” -- the things she can pin into and remind him about to keep the ship running smoothly.

Or… smooth-ish.

As he hits ‘end call,’ she hands him a sad attempt at a cup of tea from what’s available to them from hotel convenience. He smiles gratefully and tips his glasses up on his head, rubbing his eyes as she settles into the armchair across from him.

“Ok, so what’s wrong?” Andrew guesses.

Ginny winces and somehow manages to tuck her outrageously long legs up into her chest and tilt her head. “Lost the notebook again.”

Andrew groans. “C’mon, Gin.”

“I know. I’m sorry, I am. I’ve learned my lesson. I’ve already rebuilt it in my phone though,” she announces hopefully, waving her coral iPhone in the air.

“How?” Andrew laughs, sipping the tea she always makes too sweet.

She shrugs, “Remembered most of it. Called your office and got the phone numbers I was missing. I downloaded a bunch of apps. Set up reminders. I’m a 21st century girl now.”

Andrew decides to sidestep the Zenon reference he was about to make, and the lecture he doesn’t think she needs.

“Do you want to yell?” she offers, “You can yell if you want.”

“Nope. It doesn’t spark joy,” Andrew sighs, silencing a notification on his phone.

Ginny’s quiet for a minute. Her lips twitch like they do when she’s trying to get her mouth around words she’s too proud to say. Andrew waits patiently.

“I’m sorry. I know I’ve dropped more balls than I’ve meant to in these last couple months. I’d hate for you to think I’m not up to this. I know it’s… unconventional to say the least.”

Unconventional to continue employing his artist’s ex as his PA?

…. Unconventional barely covers it.

Andrew wets his lower lip and bobs his head. “Yeah, but you know as well as I do that in this business trusting our instincts has to come out on top. I knew when you sat down to talk to me, even before Shawn did, that keeping you on wasn’t going to be a mistake. I knew you wanted to learn and you weren’t going to let anything get in the way. And I mean, fuck, Ginny, you lost your notebook and were able to recreate the entire schedule and to-do list and all of it in a couple of hours. I don’t think you give yourself enough credit.”

Ginny hadn’t been fishing for compliments when she confronted the issue so when they come, especially from a boss she admires and really dearly loves so much, they make her fidgety.

“Right, well thanks,” Ginny replies stiffly, bobbing her head, “I’ve added a reminder to finalize that week of August 18th before Thursday, a reminder to tell Jake about the help with security in New York and a reminder to ask Cez about the lighting for the 21st. They should sync to your calendar.”

Andrew rolls his eyes affectionately. “Thank you, Virginia.”

Ginny wrinkles her nose at the use of her full name and shoots him finger guns on her way out the door, trying not to listen at Shawn’s door at the bridge he’s working on because she knows he’ll let her hear it when he’s ready.

+

Upon a beige leather throne, in expensive athleisure, surrounded by her cats with her legs crossed beneath her pretzel-style is Queen Taylor in all her magnetic, approachable glory.

Ginny’s fingers twist around Shawn’s when they enter. She wasn’t particularly nervous to meet her until Shawn mentioned off-hand that he’s never brought a girl to one of Taylor’s shows and he’s not sure how she’ll react. The faucet of anxiety started dripping until Shawn’s fingers were going pink in Ginny’s grip and he was squirming to get them away from her.

“Chill out,” he chuckles in her ear, brushing his lips against her earlobe and it’s meant to be soothing but he does it in front of Taylor fucking Swift so it only makes it worse.

Taylor’s in hair and makeup already, so the dichotomy of her comfy leggings and hoodie against her angled sleek bob and the deep purple palette used on her delicate features is startling. She stands to greet them and quickly makes jokes about her delight in having more tall people around. It’s disarming in a way Ginny thinks only someone so grand and likeable like Taylor could pull off.

She hugs Shawn warmly, rubbing his back and laughing at a joke Ginny couldn’t hear over the rushing noise in her ears. When Taylor turns her attention to Ginny, Ginny just grins.

Taylor swings her into a hug just as affectionate as Shawn’s and giggles in Ginny’s ear like they’re old friends who share secrets, “I can’t believe he brought a girl back here, he must be so into you.”

Ginny goes hot under her skin and reaches for Shawn’s hand again as soon as Taylor releases her. She looks them over with a smiling nod of approval and welcomes them to sit, showering them with offers of food and drinks. Despite the rush and whirl of Taylor’s team around her, she gets them drinks herself, asks about Ginny’s hometown, about what got her into music. Ginny narrowly avoids elbowing Shawn in the ribs when he mentions all too proudly that Ginny’s a singer, too, and she’s “completely amazing.”

Taylor rightfully senses that leaping all over Ginny asking to watch her clips or hear about what she’s working on would send Ginny spiraling. Instead, she beams, warmly and very believably tells Ginny she’d love for her to send her something to look at -- Shawn has all her info.

They don’t spend too long backstage before Taylor has to get changed. She hugs them both warmly again, plants a kiss on each of their cheeks. She shares that look, that one that feels like they’re the two most important people at her show, and can’t resist a comment:

“You guys are so great together. Keep making each other happy, please.”

Back then, it was hard to imagine them doing anything else. 

That show was Shawn and Ginny’s intro to the world as a couple. He didn’t give a moment’s pause to holding her hand, to wrapping his arms around her and swaying her as he sang in her ear. He kissed her during “New Years Day” for all to see. In fact, those were the fanarazzi shots seen around the world.

As the internet screamed, Shawn and Ginny sang, pounding their hands on their chests, squeezing each other’s fingers as they wailed along to their collective favorite Taylor song, “Love Story.”

Their singing was loud enough to drown out everything, at least for a while.

+

There’s no time for a pre-show visit this time and for that Ginny can be eternally grateful. She has no idea what Taylor does and doesn’t know about their breakup or the circumstances surrounding it, so avoiding the subject altogether feels safest.

Shawn and Ginny bring along a crew of friends and teammates, all of whom are balking at the sights and sounds of Wembley Arena. Ginny sticks fairly close to Shawn as they go through the different sectors of security, receive passes, and are led to the friends and family section where Ginny ducks her head to avoid the gazes of people like Karlie Kloss and Cara Delevingne.

She’s busying herself chatting with Brian who’s attempting to argue that Reputation was a better album than 1989 and Ginny’s trying to explain how simply insane that is when the lights go down.

Ginny’s been to every Taylor tour since the Fearless tour in 2009, she’s no stranger to the caliber of show she can put on, but to be continually mesmerized and impressed by the live performance after being a fan for so long is a feat, as Ginny sees it.

She looks over to Shawn, watches him grin at the theatrics of the stage and get swallowed up by the talent of his friend. Ginny hopes people feel about Shawn’s shows the way she does about Taylor’s. She knows she does.

She’s caught in a glance. He feels her gaze and looks over midway through “Delicate.” In the months since their breakup, she got exceptionally good at turning away just before he’d catch her eye. Maybe she’s tired, maybe she’s off her game, maybe it’s the innate romance of a Taylor Swift show that has her keeping her neck stiff and leaving her eyes on him for him to find.

His smile is warm and soft -- it’s not loaded down with unspoken words or regret or questions or resentment or history. It’s just Shawn smiling at Ginny. Ginny smiles back.

Five songs later, Taylor’s heel strikes the stage as she pounds through the “marry me, Juliet” section of “Love Story.” Shawn and Ginny can’t hear it. They’re gripping each other’s arms, jumping, singing way too loud.

+

Ginny would be perfectly happy returning to the hotel, thank you very much, but she’s outvoted tonight.

Taylor’s on a flight to Tokyo practically the moment the lights go up, so they have to find another way to entertain themselves. During the show, a couple of Shawn’s people have mixed with the model people and now all the people are heading to Shoreditch House which is absolutely fine with Ginny except it’s not really because she’s exhausted and there’s nothing she loves more than locking herself in a room with a piano after a Taylor show. But where Shawn goes, Ginny goes. At least on work days.

The series of enormous tinted-windowed Range Rovers pick them up from the bowels of Wembley. The group is all mixed up now -- Brian has made some new model friends, Josiah and Cara are laughing about something in the back row of the car Ginny’s squished into beside some really attractive celebrity types that Ginny only vaguely recognizes. Shawn’s in the other car.

She actually likes Shoreditch House. It’s always been one of Hannah’s favorite spots. If Hannah weren’t a sneeze away from being a new mum, she’d probably be game to join them and Ginny would feel a lot more enthusiastic. But Hannah’s across town asleep curled around a body pillow with her husband playing video games on a low volume in the next room. So Gin’s on her own.

Not exactly on her own, of course. She knows about half the people there. Andrew and Cez have bailed but the rest of the squad is still assembled. They go wandering into the converted warehouse seeking out drinks and a party.

Ginny can’t see Shawn anymore, but that’s ok. She’s had several (many, many) shots of tequila now and no longer minds not being in a dark hotel room with a keyboard and the voice memos app because she’s got an arm around Geoff and they’re scrambling words from different Taylor songs from different eras and for some reason it’s the funniest thing in the world.

She’s not looking, but she catches sight of him anyway. He’s standing by the bar, towering over a short, dark eyed, ombre-haired woman wearing a very expensive dress. His eyes are all alight with whatever story he’s telling. He’s having fun. Ginny smiles and turns back to Geoff, who’s mashing up the words to “White Horse” and “Blank Space” and it’s absurd and not funny but fuck, it’s so funny.

Shawn doesn’t make the rounds, exactly. He says goodbye to a handful of people who will spread the word that he’s off to the rest of the group. He drops the information skillfully, strategically, so Ginny’s the last to know. She knows he does it to be delicate, so she doesn’t accidentally see him leaving with his arm around someone, because he’s thoughtful even when he’s horny.

It’s not the first time since they’ve broken up, anyway. She figures eventually, when it’s comfortable, he’ll go back to his usual farewell to her which usually includes a squeeze around the waist and a murmur in her ear that he’ll see her tomorrow, don’t worry, he has his alarm set, he won’t be late. She never has to remind him, though. He’s never late.

When Jake leans into her ear to tell her the cars are out back and Shawn’s already left, Ginny can fill in the blanks even with her tequila-soaked brain. She nods and turns away because she knows exactly what kind of look is on Jake’s face and she doesn’t want to see it.

They round up and head out, models in one set of cars, Shawn’s team in the other. Geoff plays Taylor Swift on Bluetooth all the way back to the hotel. Ginny nods her head to “Love Story” because she can’t cry, she can’t scream, she can’t even pout. She can just breathe and watch the river go by.

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Baggage Claim Pt. 5

Description: Seunghoon back from a business trip only has a mind for growing his company. You are in the middle of running from the by the book life that was drowning you. When a minor inconvenience sets you in his path will you be the reason he eases up? And could he be what you need to get serious again? 

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 

Hey guys. Sorry I’m so late on this I lost Inspo for a bit but thankfully I had @negrowhat and @bbnightengale to bounce ideas off of even if they didn’t realize I was doing it. Thanks every one for their patience. I appreciate it and don’t worry we are nearing an end...more or less lol. 

He had woken up early. He always woke up early and even despite being out late he still felt mostly rested. He replayed your quick conversation as he got dressed, brushing his teeth and going through the words over and over again. He stared at the picture on his fridge. While he ate his cereal. Bright smile. Somehow he seemed closer to seeing that expression, something that he thought wouldn’t happen. He had assumed that after switching bags he would never see you again. The city was vast and he didn’t have any idea how long you were staying. The party and what you had said made your smile seem more in reach. Now all he needed was a place to take you. He dropped his bowl in the sink and headed out. 

“Squeeze wants out.” The sentence was destroying his good mood. Mino looked very serious. Hoon’s friend and the agency’s lawyer Jinwoo was perched on the edge of his desk shaking his head. “Such a shame.” He said without much feeling. He had no idea. Hoon had spent untold amounts of time going back and forth with them on their campaign. “Did they say why?” Hoon asked. He was trying to keep his anger in check. He hated wasted time. “They got bought.” Mino began. “By a very big beverage company that has its own internal marketing department.” Jinwoo explained, “they’re cancelling our contract.” “But our fee?” Hoon questioned. “They’re willing to pay 30%.” Mino offered. Hoon nearly knocked the small light from his desk. “30%?” He echoed. Jinwoo stood up straight and pulled his cellphone out, “don’t sweat it too much, I’ve already got a meeting set up with their CEO and lawyers.” He tapped away at his phone screen, “I’m gonna try for at least 70%.” “You’re going by yourself?” Hoon questioned. “Shouldn’t we go with you? I don’t want you to be...bullied or-” Jinwoo looked up at him from his phone. The atmosphere in the room changed. His wide doe eyes visibly sharpened, “you really think they can bully me?” He asked pleasantly. “It just doesn’t seem like a fair fight.” Mino said. “Nothing in life is fair. All you guys have to do is send me good vibes...I’ll work it out and then give a call of course.” He said. “I appreciate it...we appreciate it.” Hoon said. It wasn’t often that Jinwoo came in on jobs for them. He was one of their best friends but he was heading up a budding firm. He had his own problems to handle not to mention that he usually wouldn’t take his full payment for any of his work. It drove Mino and Hoon crazy. They solved that problem though. Now they direct deposited his fees instead of giving him checks that he never cashed. “Is the meeting today?” Mino asked. Jinwoo nodded, “yep. I’m gonna get some coffee downstairs and then go. Leave it to me.” His nonchalance was typical but also terrifying. He was going to bring all his persuasive powers against these men. He wondered if he would stop at 70%. He just might push for the whole fee. Seunghoon rubbed his face in annoyance. “What about Seungyoon?” He asked. Though he was afraid to hear the answer. “Haven’t heard anything from him yet.” Mino whispered. He slammed his fist on the desk before leaning back in his chair, eyes closed. “It isn’t the end of the world.” Jinwoo said lightly. “He’s just considering all his options...don’t worry so much.” Hoon heard the sound of a chair scraping the floor. Mino must be standing, “you know how he is.” He said softly. When he opened his eyes they were getting ready to leave. “Good luck.” He said to Jinwoo. The older man waved before walking out. “I’m gonna work on some stuff. Don’t sit here and fume all day.” Mino warned. Funny he should say that because that’s all Hoon could think to do. Mino closed his door as he left and he was alone. This was suppose to be a good day. Things felt like they were going his way. He closed his eyes again and tried to bring that feeling back. He began to envision your picture hanging on his fridge smiling brightly. He took a huge breath in then out. He thought of you laughing at the event. That was a good smile too. Before he could talk himself out of the phone call he found your number and hit the call button. His mind felt like it was rolling. Everything was so mixed up. But the sound of your voice stopped it. “Hi?” He soaked up the single syllable and smiled when he responded. The conversation had gone by in a blaze. When he hung out one thing was concrete. He was going to pick you up. He looked down at his desk and then at his computer screen. Where was he going to take you?

Cherry made you try on combination after combination. It felt like you had put on every single piece of clothing you had brought with you. “I think that sort of flouncy shirt is nice, with the shorts.” Cherry sniffed as she talked. You picked up the shirt in question and put it back on. It was off the shoulder with flouncy sleeves that hid a bit of your arm jiggle. Not that you minded it but you only wanted to have one area to be concerned over. The shorts weren’t overly short but it was more thigh then you were planning on. “You don’t think this is too much skin?” You asked slowly. You looked at yourself in the mirror. Cherry sneezed then shook her head. “I think you look perfect, wear your white converse, take that jean jacket and we have an outfit!” She declared. She sneezed again and you made a note in your mind to carefully, quietly, spray the room down with Lyesol.     You coaxed all of your hair into a high ponytail before you figured you were done.  It felt like he took a long time. The waiting killed you. Cherry drank her tea and managed to make herself a little oatmeal. You watched her eat because there wasn’t much else to do. Maybe you were too excited? Watching Cherry felt more sane then watching your phone and hoping for the screen to light up. “Maybe he figured out what was wrong at his job?” You said softly to yourself. “It’s been barely 30 minutes...he’s probably leaving to come get you now…” She said as she swirled her spoon through her oatmeal. “Don’t think too hard about this.” She teased. It didn’t take too much longer before your phone lit up. It slid across the table before you picked it up. “Hello?” You listened to some shuffling and then his voice came over the line. “I’m downstairs.” He said quietly. You stood up gathering your bag. Cherry watched you her spoon in her mouth. “Have fun!” She called as you rushed to the door. Seunghoon had a tight look on his face. His features were pulled into worry and you figured whatever it was that happened at his job was pretty bad.    “Where are we going?” You asked quietly. He turned to you his eyes lingering on your outfit before he cleared his throat.    “You look really pretty.” He began.    “Thanks.”    “I’m gonna take you to the boardwalk amusement park. It’s real dumb and there are always a lot of tourist.” He sounded triumphant by the time he finished his sentence. His features eased a bit and the worry you had seen when you got in the car faded. “Perfect.” You said.  

The drive to the pier was a quiet one. You hummed along to whatever played on the radio. All the tension that he had left the office with melted as soon as you got into the car. He had been right to ditch work. To make an excuse and just disappear. Mino hadn’t been suspicious at all. He had looked up from his computer and waved. “Everything is going to work out. Don’t worry too much.” He had said. He had given Hoon a reassuring smile. He peeked at you. The window was open and the wind was blowing your hair around. You didn’t seem to mind, you kept your eyes watching the scenary. It wasn’t far to the boardwalk and he enjoyed watching your hair and your smile out of the corner of his eye. He pulled into the parking lot which was fuller then he thought it would be. You didn’t give him a chance to open your door. You were pulling on the handle, bouncing out with a huge smile on your face. He got out and walked to your side. You had your phone out to snap a picture of the rides.    “You haven’t come here yet right?” He asked. You turned and shook your head. The park was picturesque. You could see the rollercoaster rising up from the boardwalk, the sky and ocean a backdrop of blue. There was a ferris wheel and one of those swinging dragon ship rides.      “It’s on my list though.” You confessed. He watched as you took a moment to look him over. A confused look on your face.    “What?” He asked. He looked down at his slacks to see if he had spilled something on himself. Satisfied, he then gave his arms a glance. His clothes were immaculate. The idea of changing hadn’t occurred to him. He figured he wouldn’t stand out too much especially since there wouldn’t be many people there on a weekday.    “I’m guessing you came straight from your office?” You asked as you looked his outfit over more.    “Yes.” He answered.  You put your phone away in your pocket a determined look on your face. He liked it, your nose scrunched and he imagined if you had sleeves that could be pulled up, you would.      “May I?” You asked quietly. He nodded and you stepped closer, “ok, lose the jacket.” You said. He pulled his jacket off immediately and held it awkwardly.    “Your shirt, do you have an undershirt on?” You asked. He nodded again and you smiled, “good, take this fancy one off then.” He did. You were nice enough to hold his jacket while he fiddled through with the buttons. He could feel you watching him shrug it off but he decided not to think too hard about it. Once it was off, he put both the shirt and jacket into the trunk of his car. When he came back he made sure to stand the same distance away from you. You didn’t seem bothered by him being that close. In fact it helped because the finishing touch was you lifting your arms and ruffling his hair. You were so close. He could smell vanilla from your body wash, and felt your breath before you pulled away to look at him again. His heart was going a million miles an hour. All he could think about was leaning forward and kissing you. But you were gone too soon, a new big smile on your face.    “Better.” You pronounced. Your hands wrapped around his arm and you began to pull, “now let’s get this forget about work day started!”

You had to treat it as frivolous. If you let your mind dwell on things then you wouldn’t be able to led him happily. You would be too nervous. You pulled him to the swinging dragon ship first The line wasn’t too long and before you knew it the two of you were being directed by a very disinterested teenager.    “No running.” He drawled. As he waved back and forth indicating the ramp.  Hoon followed you to the back row. You shuffled in all the way to the end and plopped down next to you.    “It feels like a million years since I’ve been on one of these.” He said as he fixed his belt. You watched his long fingers and lamented the fact that you hadn’t even thought about a manicure since you landed. For a moment you found yourself annoyed about how grubby you imagined your nails looked next to his perfect ones. You were so caught up in the sudden thought, that he fixed your seatbelt for you. His perfect hands snapping the safety belt at your waist and tightening it quickly. He sat up straight and sighed. He seemed the slightest bit excited. His tiny hint of a smile made you forget about everything. You wanted to see what that smile could grow into.    “Don’t forget to hold your arms up.” You said. He nodded at you very seriously, as if you were giving him very intricate instructions.   The swinging ship loosened him up. He laughed, he held his arms up and screamed with everyone else. At the highest point he grabbed your arm as the ship swung forward. You closed your eyes and leaned into him screaming as your stomach dropped. You could hear his shouting throw his chest as you hung on.   You couldn’t stop giggling as you got off and he reflected your energy. His hand was still in yours, he was leading you back down the ramp looking back every so often. It was almost as if he thought you wouldn’t be there from one step to the next. You gripped his hand with more strength laughing still. His hair was even more ruffled and he was projecting calm and contentment.    “Where to next?” You asked. He surveyed the park and you got a chance to study his profile. His face was helped by the soft smile on his lips. You hoped he would keep it, you hoped that you would get to see it all day.      “You wanna try the bumper cars?” He asked as he turned to you again. You nodded, you didn’t mind him leading you around after all it was his day to relax. Everything was a laugh, the bumper cars, the merry-go-round, the rollercoaster. He bought you both the typical boardwalk snacks. Hotdogs and french fries, cotton candy that he playfully broke off the stick to feed you. The act was just silly enough to not get your imagination going too hot. His frown was long gone. He followed behind you, snacking on popcorn when you spotted what you had been looking for all day. The photo booth. You stopped dead, “a photo booth.” You said excitedly.  He stopped next you his chewing loud. He threw a piece into the air and managed to catch it in his mouth. He looked triumphant and his goofy face made you laugh even more.   “You wanna take pictures?” He asked. The booth looked tiny but you could imagine the pictures looking so cute. You wanted something to remember today. Something to remind you of the time you got him to fully smile, just in case you didn’t happen to see him again. Of course you would want pictures. You could put the strip of photos up in your room and even take them with you when you had to go….     The booth was a little indeed smaller on the inside then you had anticipated. He sat on the bench finishing off the last of his popcorn. When you hesitated he patted the spot next to him expectantly. You sat trying your best to not crowd him. Hoon didn’t seem to mind at all. He edged closer to you and set his paper popcorn bag under the bench. His arms were long enough that he didn’t have to stand back up to feed the machine money. “So silly faces first?” He asked. There was a beeping sound, you turned just in time to stick your tongue out at the camera. Then you gave him bunny ears, crossed your eyes, blew the camera a kiss, every time the camera snapped you giggled. The pictures printed on a photo strip that he swiped from the slot. “How do we look?” You asked as you tried to see them. He was studying them so intently you thought maybe they hadn’t developed well. “Cute.” He finally said. Then he leaned forward again, “but let’s do one more set…” He fed the machine more money then leaned back. “What should we do for this one?” You asked. He looked at you while the machine beeped away in warning. “Smile really big.” He directed. You had just a moment to do it. To pull your lips into a big smile and actually mean it. It had been such a long while since you had meant it. You felt for the first time in a long while like yourself. You hadn’t taken this trip to become a better version of you. What you wanted was to just feel normal. Happy.   The camera snapped, then the warning beep sound started again. You felt his arm around your shoulders, he pulled you even closer laying a kiss on your cheek right at the second snap. The beep again and you looked up at him. He was leaning in. “Are you going to kiss me?” You whispered. “Can I?” He asked. The camera snapped. The beeping started again. You answered with an affirmative hum pushing your lips against his right as the camera snapped again. His hand cupped your cheek and you felt yourself melt into him.  It was probably a bad idea for you to be kissing a man you barely knew. If you were home this wouldn’t be happening, if you were home you wouldn’t be out at all. But you liked him. You couldn’t deny the very obvious pull and what was the point of waiting? Didn’t everyone say time was fleeting? You wanted to kiss him, to keep kissing him. There was no harm in having things that you wanted. For a moment you forgot where you were. Your mind had begun to glaze over a bit. He pulled away, his thumb tracing back and forth on your cheek. You tried your best to not give away your disappointment. “Ummm excuse me?” A small voice drifted into the booth. For a moment neither of you moved until there was a knock. You pulled away from him, sticking your head through the dark curtain. There was a little girl standing outside expectantly. Her mother was holding her hand but it was very obvious that she was the spokesperson. “Are you done? Can me and my mommy use the booth now?” She asked loudly. You could hear Seunghoon chuckling. “We’re done.” You said to her. He was right behind you as you cleared the curtain. “Sorry we took so long.” He said down to her as you passed.

All he wanted to do was relive the photo booth. He had the picture strips in his hands. He gazed down at them as he followed behind you oblivious to everything else. In his pocket his cellphone buzzed. He ignored it like he had been ignoring it all day. He didn’t want to know about anything involving his job. He wanted to keep thinking about your lips instead.    “Are there any other rides you wanna get on?” You asked. He looked up stopping just in time to not run into you. “Pick something, we can do whatever you want.” He said. “Are you going to let me have one of those?” You asked abruptly. You were looking at the pictures a slow smile creeping across your face. “Which one do you want?” He asked. “The silly faces one.” You answered automatically.  You held your hands out palms up expectantly. So cute. The way you smiled at him expectantly, what was he going to do? He handed over the strip you wanted and you looked your faces over. He stepped even closer his hand reaching for your hair, “thank you.” He said softly. He pushed some of it behind your ear. A gesture he had seen hundreds of times in the movies, it felt so different to do it in real life. “For what?” You asked innocently. For what? For making him feel like he could actually breath. For putting a smile on his face, for making the day about something other than his job. But he didn’t know exactly how to say all that. “This day was really relaxing, thanks for coming with me.” He finally said. You shrugged his thanks off, “it’s no big deal, I know how it is.” You replied. “Can we have more days?” He asked quickly before he lost his nerve, “if we both aren’t busy?” He added. For a second he could see your hesitation but then you nodded. “Sure, I don’t mind.” You said. “It can be sort of like a fling?” You suggested. His heart hammered. No. But he nodded his head because what else could he do? If a fling was all he could have then a fling would be what he took.

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Logan Alastair and the Slytherin Curse Chapter 2 (the Hogwarts AU)!!!

Word Count: 3943

TW: Blood, bruises I think that’s it, LMK if I missed any!!!

Notes: Ok so intro part 2!!! We meet Logan’s parents and we meet Virgil. this wont make sense if you don’t read the first chapter. <Linked right there. This has a time skip, for the most part after this, there will be a jump skip to the next year and then no more timeline hopping. I’m probably going to go work on my single dads AU next since that is blowing up. I hope you all enjoy it!!!

Pairings: Again, nothing yet, but there is definitely hints at mutual pining with logince. Again eventual logince and moxiety.

Summary: After the first year Logan is thrown for a loop, he was looking forward to going home but now that hes met Patton and Roman he doesn’t want to leave. His parents are great though and they fall back into routine. When he comes back to Hogwarts he finds a surprise in the Hufflepuff common room. maybe he’ll come out of this with another friend!

The year ends, and Roman hangs out with the others more often. He still acts oddly when around Logan, but he’s less uncomfortable looking. By the time the school year ends Logan is… sad to go home. He’s made great friends and he won’t be able to talk to them all summer because wizards don’t have phones. So, he settled for… really lame letters. He couldn’t even use magic at home, as underage wizards are required not to. He already did very little during summer but this year even going to the library wasn’t fun, he had a much bigger library back at Hogwarts and he had no interest in reading about things he would never have to worry about. He got a few letters in the first week from both Roman and Patton, and they made him laugh and maybe cry a few times. Roman would start debates with him and Logan always fell for them, having a heated argument with the parchment in his hands, causing his parents to give him concerned looks sometimes. Speaking of his parents…

“Logan dear? Would you please help me make supper? I was thinking Shepard’s pie? I know you used to love making that with me.”

The slightly sad trill of his mother’s voice gave Logan pause. He never thought about the consequences of going off to essentially magical boarding school and then coming home and just holing up in his room. He has a whole two months to spend with his parents and he was wasting it by mopping around his room. He set down his wand on his desk, smiling softly as he felt the beech wood rub against his fingertips.

“of course, mom, I’ll be right out, give me a second!”

He was still wearing his pajamas, even though it was nearing 7 pm. He made his way to his closet and changed into the outfit he usually wore, a pair of black jeans and a black button up shirt. He also usually wore a tie, but as he was about to go cook, he felt it was unneeded. He left his room, running down the stairs and making a sharp turn into the kitchen. His mom was already working away at the potatoes and he saw the pan sitting on the stove filled with veggies. He quickly took to the fridge and pulled out the lamb meat that was perched on the shelf and walked over to the stove. He looked at his mother with a small smile.

“mum is it ready to add the lamb yet? Or should I wait a bit?”

She looked over at him from where she was standing, still peeling potatoes. Her face brightened significantly, and she nodded

“oh yes dear, its ready to add the meat! Um, you know how to make it right? I’ll let you get to it. Thank you for your help star. I really appreciate it.”

“s no problem ma, m happy to help any way I can.”

He dropped the meat in and the seasoning, stirring a bit before he got a… surprise. His dog, a rather young thing, had decided to jump up on him.

“Kira! Kira I'm cooking, I can’t play right now baby girl! Off girl!”

The English springer spaniel hopped back down with a small whine. She nudged her head against Logan’s leg before running back over to her bed and laying down. Logan smiled at the pup, he had missed the puppy he had helped train. She had grown a lot in the time he was at Hogwarts and he felt bad for leaving. He went back to his cooking, finishing the cooking of the meat. He looked over to his mom to see her struggling to mash the potatoes. He swiftly switched their foods, so she was pouring the meat veggie concoction into the pan and he was just about finished when he heard the front door open. He finished quickly and ran out to the sitting room, seeing his máthair setting her bag down. He ran to her, tackling her with a big hug. He heard he grunt a bit, probably because she was just tackled by a 12-year-old boy, but he also felt a hand run through his hair, so you know it’s good.

“maw!!! You’re home!!! Mom said you weren’t gonna be home for another week!!!”

“aw Hun you think I wouldn’t do my very best to be back sooner? I can’t leave your mum for that long anyways, and I'm told I'm supposed to miss my wee baby boy for 2 weeks of his vacation? No siree lo, you know me I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I had to leave Amelia to watch you all on her lonesome for 2 whole weeks!!!”

“Cas you know I could’ve handled him on my own. He’s not that much of a nuisance!”

“hey!!!”

They stand in the sitting room a short while longer, Logan drinking in the moment of being together with his parents again. Both the last breaks he had either just been with Cas while Amy was out on a trip for her job, or with his grandparents while his moms were both busy on job trips. He had grown up with this schedule.

For most of his childhood he would go a month without seeing one or both of his parents, on the occasions that both were out he would stay with his granny and gramps on Amy’s side. He was fine with that schedule, but now that he only saw his parents three times a year, he had really missed the times when they were all together. When he was little they would play card games all day and then all three of them would goof off while making supper, and they would walk to the ice cream shop down the street on weekends and they would all get a scoop or two and they’d stop by the park on the way back, Logan used to love going to watch the fish pond. Then they’d walk home, and they would cuddle together on the couch and watched movies and when he woke up in the morning, his moms would have left for work and had left a plate of breakfast in the fridge for him. When he was really little his Grammy would have picked him up and taken him to her house, but when he started school, they got him a phone and while he ate breakfast before going to school, he would read the nice texts his moms sent him. He would walk to school and he would get picked up by Amy, who worked a much shorter day than Cas.

He slightly missed those days, but he was also excited to have the opportunity he has with Hogwarts. But hey, right now he was having dinner with his moms and finally was able to talk to them together.

“so, kiddo, how is it at Hogwarts huh? Blasting trolls and dragons? Setting things on fire? I hope not, we can’t afford to replace magical castle supplies…”

“mom!!! First off, dragons are very nice creatures, my teacher let me pet one it was just like petting a snake, but they’re warmer. No, I haven’t set anything on fire! Worst that happened was a slight poof in potions. Its fun!!! There is so much information to learn!!! I have an owl! I have friends!!! Plural!!!”

The two women smile widely at him and geez, Logan feels warm and fuzzy. He really missed this. He missed this a lot.

“I'm so glad sweetheart!!! I know you’ve been having trouble making friends back here, so I'm glad you’ve already made some! Tell us about them dear.”

And there's the exact set of words to send him into a tangent.

“oh gosh, mom I have this friend Patton? And he is so nice it’s weird, he’s also really oddly observant, he knows so much he’s so cool! He’s a different house, but he’s just super nice, when I first met him, I had ran away from the sorting ceremony and missed dinner, and his house is near the kitchens, so I turned invisible to go get food, but he saw me anyways? Said I was glittery, but he accidentally sent me into a panic attack, but he helped me out, got me food and had me sit down and we talked and from then on, we were friends. My other friend Roman? He was getting attacked by my housemates, so I neutralized them and took him to Patton who’s like super good at healing magic? We had a short conversation after he woke up before he had to leave but he was really cute and like his face was red and I don’t know why? Probably from blood loss, I don’t know but he’s really cute, like we have debates a lot and he looks adorable when he’s really passionate about something? Sometimes we’ll debate for hours until Patton gets frustrated and then he’s like really just awesome? And brave? And wow what did I just say ha-ha sorry I ranted!!!”

Logan was… not ready for the smug look his parents gave him. Their eye brows rose, and they smiled oddly at him and it reminded him of the look Patton gave him when he first met Roman. What did he say to get that look again?

“Logan, do you have a crush on this Roman boy?”

Oh. Oh no. Logan felt his cheeks flare up in warmth and he covered his face and shook his head quickly.

“NO! no I don’t have a… a crush! On Roman? No ew bleh why would I like him like that he’s obnoxious and a total nerd I don’t feel that way at all you couldn’t be more off!!!”

His moms chuckled at him and Kira ran up and licked his face, pulling him out of his ball, a giggling mess.

“ok ok, we’ll leave you alone about it… but if anything does come up please tell us we want to be involved in your life still!”

“of course, máthair, I love you guys after all.”

They finished up eating dinner and Logan smiled when Amy brought up a walk to the ice cream shop. After a brief discussion they were on their way there. He had pocketed his wand, he knew there were situations in which unapproved magic was less frowned upon. Plus, now that he had an extra form of protection, he felt it important that he use it. When they get there the shop keep greets him happily and asks him about how boarding school is treating him. He makes small talk while putting together their ice cream. The keep adds in waffle cone crumble as a free topping for his butterscotch ice cream, and after a long drawn out thank you and goodbye, they head back home. They’re almost to the park when Logan asks to see the fish pond again. Logan passes Amy his ice cream as he walked close to the water. He looks around and checks to see if any muggles were paying attention before pulling out his wand and making a water bubble float with a koi fish inside. He quickly snaps a picture before setting it back down and going back to his parents. He could become a world-famous photo editor that never edits anything just with the power of magic.

And just like old times they curl up on the couch and cuddle while marathoning movies until they fall asleep. Only this time when he wakes up, they’re still there, curled around him protectively, and Logan finally thinks that maybe, just maybe, things are going to be ok. In an hour his moms wake up, and all three of them make pancakes and they mess around, and Logan loves it.

The summer passes quickly and though he’s excited to see his friends again, he knows he’s going to miss his parents terribly. The two take him to his stop at the train station, and they have their bags as well, both of them going on work trips the same day. He gives them both big hugs, and his kisses their cheeks and waves goodbye as all three of them split ways. The last thing he sees are his parents smiles before he’s in the wizarding world yet again.

 Logan acclimates back into the school schedule rather easily, and he’s at the point that the Hufflepuff students think he’s a Hufflepuff as well. He spends his nights in the Hufflepuff commons, and soon after that Roman does the same, both feeling considerably safer there than in their own house. They stay in this rhythm for weeks uninterrupted. All up until something happens.

“Lo you’re simply preposterous, its so obvious that house points are beneficial, if nothing else they keep rowdy students in line!”

“listen all I'm saying is that teachers are biased, and if you’ve ever read the recent history of Hogwarts, you would know of my easy exhibit A, being professor Severus Snape. They cause tension between students and professors and add to the already strained relationship between students of different houses.”

“like you can talk! Your two best friends are from two other houses you book worm!”

“I don’t need to be an example to see that I'm right. The way I met you in the first place is proof enough.”

Roman scoffs and Logan sees his cheeks reddening, obviously from embarrassment and defeat!!! Not… never mind it doesn’t matter… plus they’ve made it to the Hufflepuff commons, Patton's waiting for them.

When they get in, they aren’t prepared to see Patton stressed out of his mind, flying around the room from wall to wall grabbing things then going back to the couch where there lies a tiny Ravenclaw who’s barely conscious. The boy has blood dripping from his head in quite a few places and Logan has to turn away for a second. It takes a moment for Patton to take notice to their presence and he immediately hands them a wet wash cloth and a bowl full of some potion.

“glad you could join the party! Ro go clean his wounds and keep a decent pressure on them. Lo, take that and help him drink that, it’s a pain killer and he’s half delirious from the pain. And stay out of my way I'm working on a wound cleaning potion. I found him in a literal puddle of mud I'm livid but go go shoo do as I say”

The two rush to help the poor kid who has the decency to be confused at the new faces. The boy wriggles and refuses to let Logan give him the potion, frustrating Logan enough to immobulus him for a moment, pouring the potion down his throat, then releasing him and letting him swallow.

Patton pops up behind them and pushes them aside, helping the boy sit up and drink the two different potions he had made.

“don’t worry vee, he just gave you a pain killing potion ok? This is a wound cleaning one, and the other one is blood replenisher ok? I need you to drink these, it’ll make you feel better I promise.”

After he finished helping the boy drink the potions, he finished the last of the cleaning he needed to do and then wrapped his head in bandages. Soon after all that was over, the boy passed out. Patton poured a small bit of water into his mouth, smiling as he sees the boy swallow it.

“sorry about this you guys I just, I couldn’t leave him like he was you know? Blood loss, delirious, half asleep in a puddle of mud. Its one of the times I wish my parents would have taught me how to use a pensieve, then I’d be able to know who hurt him… oh uh, by the way this is Virgil, Virgil uh, Ravenclaw. Don’t tell anyone though, he’s very secretive about that. The name didn’t evolve at all, I guess the Ravenclaw’s had a lot of pride and the luck to continue bearing sons? He’s a direct descendant, really neat and all that considering he’s not a Slytherin which would uh. Not, not be good. Slytherin line is scary and we’re lucky that Isolt broke the chain. Uh but regardless thank you for your help, he’s a sweetheart but he’s always worried me. he’s always getting hurt, but I thought he had just been clumsy, turns out I've been… worse than wrong. It makes a lot of last year make more sense. But you know that’s not important, I just need him to sleep, he doesn’t get enough of it. I know we were gonna go exploring the grounds today but um, change of plans? I'm sorry I just can’t leave him here I’ll never hear the end of it. Maybe we can chill here? At least until he wakes up, obviously I just, ugh just… feelings you know? A lot of em, and its slightly painful and I'm really worried and I want to know what happened, so I know who to- um anyways do you two want tea?”

Roman and Logan exchange glances before looking at Patton again. Roman was the one to speak up.

“you know Patton, maybe you should go clean up? We can start a pot of tea while you go… shower and change. We’ll even clean up out here a bit k? just, go destress for a bit Hun, you’re tense as the headmaster.”

Patton blinked at them for a second, then looked at his arms to see himself covered in mud and blood. He chuckles dryly and looks at the two sheepishly.

“oh, geez sorry guys, I’ll uh, I’ll be quick, promise. Uh, you two know where the tea stuff is? And the wash clothes and everything?” the two nod with small knowing smiles. “ok then… yeah I should, I should go clean up, I’ll be back soon ok? Don’t start any fights you two!”

As soon as Patton disappeared down the corridor the other two got to work. Roman was quick to raid the cabinet with both the tea and washcloths, and Logan grabbed the tea kettle. Roman tosses the tea to Logan and beats him to the sink, dampening the rag and twisting away just as Logan made it over.

“you’re incorrigible Roman”

“yeah elephant to you too Logan”

“oh my god-”

“I'm glad you’ve accepted my godliness!”

“incorrigible!!!”

“elephant!!!”

The two only bicker a small bit more. They start tea and clean up the mess Patton had made while tending to Virgil, about 15 minutes later Patton pops out and Logan and Roman are pouring cups of tea and grabbing biscuits. They don’t notice him yet, so he hides behind a corner and listens.

“Roman what is taking you so long to get the frickin biscuits? Its right there!”

“I'm being dumb! Leave me alone!”

“Roman do you require assistance?”

“NO!!! not that kind of dumb nerd! The feelingsy dumb! Just let me do my thing it’s a surprise!”

“your surprises include frogs in soup Roman, why should I trust you’re not gonna prank me again?”

“because I would never prank pat or in front of him because he’d be disappointed in me.”

“Roman what are you making?!”

“SOMETHING!!!”

The laughing Patton heard was nice, the two very rarely laughed together. Of course, he might be wrong, the two shared quite a few classes and maybe they laughed more there, he didn’t know. The two were far more reserved around each other from his experience though. The two danced around each other constantly, and maybe they had deeper feelings than they were addressing, but its not really his place is it? He only gave small nudges in the right directions. He was content eavesdropping on the two being cute, but then he heard a stirring of someone that wasn’t one of the two. He darted around the corner quickly enough to see Virgil sitting up and rubbing his head. He sits on the ground in front of him with a small smile and waits for Virgil to get a sense of his surroundings.

“huh? Pat-Patton? Where am I? What happened? Is that tea? Where am I?”

“you’re in the Hufflepuff common room. I don’t know what happened, I just found you collapsed in a mud puddle and bleeding a lot so I brought you here to fix you up. Yes, there's tea, do you want some?”

“oh… ok...? sure…”

Patton smiled and turned to the other two who were frozen next to the tray of tea and biscuits. He laughed seeing their shocked faces. He gestured them over and Roman literally shook himself out of the trance he seemed to be in. He nudged Logan and brought the platter with him. Logan sputtered a bit before catching up and sitting on the ground with Roman and Patton. Patton grabbed a cup and handed it to Virgil who was much less out of it once he got tea inside him. He curled up on the couch and scooted away from the other two, whose robes were still red and green. Patton quickly noticed the behavior and leaned against the couch with a smile.

“I forgot to introduce you! Sorry, I was distracted. This is Logan and Roman! They’re my friends! They have some pretty troubling stories too, but that’s not the point. The point is-Ro did you cut the biscuits into hearts?”

Roman’s face turned red with embarrassment and he nodded. Logan looked at Roman with a red face that Patton was sure to notice. He gave Logan a look and then smiled at Roman.

“they’re so cute Ro!!! Thank you!!! Aren’t they cute vee?”

Virgil looked up from his tea to look at the biscuits and Roman. He smirked slightly and nodded.

“yeah, yeah they’re pretty cute. Thanks for the tea by the way… Ro?”

“ROMAN! Uh, um sorry, my names Roman, didn’t mean to be so loud, sorry I uh, I'm a little out of my element…”

Virgil's smirk softened and his eyes opened more. He held his hand out to his side with a relaxed voice.

“no problem dude, me too. I uh, I'm usually a loner but Patton has been showing up much more often.”

“yeah he does that. You literally can’t avoid him. He first met me while I was invisible. He’s insane but you know he and Roman are my only friends, so I’ll take it.”

Virgil gives a glance at Logan and chuckles.

“guess you got one up on me. also, that seems like something inexplicably Patton, so I don’t doubt you.”

Patton looked around at his three best friends and smiled brightly. He sipped his tea before looking at Virgil again.

“you should join our squad!!! Did I use that right lo? It’s what Logan calls our little friend group! Sometimes he says silly things like squad goals and does this weird hand gesture but its really cute! I don’t know what it means but it’s cute!”

Virgil looked at Logan again and Logan turned away, hiding his face in his hair, but the red tinting that painted his cheeks and neck was obvious. He laughed softly.

“is that a muggle thing? Its cute. Sure, I’ll join you guys, you seem chill. Maybe I’ll be able to stay out of fights more often.”

The three looked at him with a happy smile. They knew this year would still be difficult, but they had each other and that was more than enough.

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Radiators are Hot

Pairing: Ringo x female!reader

Summary: Ringo and the reader have been friends since they were young and one day when Ringo gets hurt the reader has to help him out in a rather strange way.

warnings: none

I had learned to play drums when I was around 14, after I had recovering from tuberculosis. When I was still sick and at the children’s sanatorium there wasn’t much to do. They only activities they had for us were knitting and listening to music. It wasn’t all terrible though because that’s where I meet my best friend, Richard Starkey. We would sit around the radio and goof around, getting into trouble with the staff. One time a group of boys were picking on me, Richard stepped up to them and told them off. At night I would sometimes get scared that they wouldn’t be able to help us get better and that I would die in that place, but every time I was on the verge of tears Richard would show up by my bedside, like he knew I needed him, and we would quickly crawl under the bed and use it as a type of fort where we would tell stories to one another. Richard always told me how after we got better he was going to learn to play the drums and join a band and that once they got famous he would take me on tour with him and show me the world. I would tell him that after we got better I was going to make clothes and become a high end fashion designer and I would make him the most extravagant outfits. We would both giggle and lay there until we fell asleep, or until one of the staff found us and made Richard go back to his bed.

After we got better and they had to send us back home, we found out that we actually lived very close to each other, our houses only being a few streets away. Richard did as he promised me and learned to play the drums and got really good at it. I tried my hand at fashion design, but everyone said the clothes I made were tacky and no one would ever wear them, Richard tried to tell me otherwise, but in the end I just wasn’t cut out for it. Instead I asked Richard if he would teach me to play drums, and he did. He was rather impressed with how quickly I had learned to play.

Then once I was around 17 and I had a job, I saved enough to buy my own drum set and I would play any time I wasn’t at work or with Richard. Richard had gotten better as well, even joining a band. I envied him a little. I tried my best to find other people to play with, but no matter what no one would pick me up, and all for the same reason: I was a girl. No one wanted a girl in their band unless she was around for background vocals and nothing else. It was frustrating. All I wanted to do was play on a stage for even a small group of people.

Several years passed and I still wasn’t in a band, but I never gave up on drumming. Then one day Richard came to me so excited. Him and his band were going tour and he wanted me to go with them.

“Come on, Y/N! This is exactly what we talked about as kids! You have to come!”

“I don’t know, Richard. I mean I have a job and it’s not completely terrible, so I’d kind of like to keep it.” I said.

“Come on! You don’t need a job, I’ll take care of you until you find a guy and fall in love! Just come with me!”

“You’re absolutely delusional.. but OK, I’ll go with you.” I said, trying my best to hide my smile.

Richard wrapped his arms around me and swung me around. “Excellent! Pack your bags, we leave tomorrow!”

“Tomorrow? Isn’t this a little short notice? You couldn’t have let me known a couple days prior?”

“I was going to, but I kept forgetting.” Richard said, a little sheepishly.

The next morning I was up early with my bags ready to go. I was standing right outside of Richard’s front door. As soon as I knocked the door swung open and stood in the frame was a tall man with brown hair and brown eyes. He looked down on me just as confused as I was. He quickly turned his head to the side and shouted into the house, “Hey, did anyone order a bride or something?”

From inside came a shout from another man. “Not me!”

Richard also shouted a “No.”

“Oh, it might be mine, let me check” said another man.

Before I knew it another man, slightly taller than the other stepped into the door frame. He had dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He looked at me and hummed.

“Well I certainly didn’t order her, but I’d be more than will to keep her.” He said with a wink.

“Actually I’m Richard’s friend, he wanted me to go on tour with him?” I said, still very confused.

“Ahh, I see.” He said before turning his head into the house. “‘Richard’,it’s for you!” He called almost mockingly.

“I’m Paul by the way, come inside!” Paul said, stepping aside to let me in.

“Here, allow me to grab your bag. I’m John.” Said the man who had first opened the door.

Walking inside I couldn’t help but notice how the house was a mess. There were books laying on the floor and clothes strewn about. There was another man sitting at the dining table, eating a sandwich. John pointed over to him, “That’s George.” He said. George nodded his head towards me, letting me know that he acknowledged my presence.

Soon Richard came down the stairs, holding a suitcase, “Alright, we better get going before we miss the train.”

“Oi, Ringo, who’s your friend? Is she available?” Paul asked, smirking.

“Oh shut it, this is Y/N. She’ll be joining us on the tour.”

“Cabs here!” Shouted John, who was looking out the window.

Quickly everyone grabbed their stuff and ran out to the car. Paul had grabbed my bag for me and placed it in the trunk, while John had opened the cab’s door, allowing me to step in. I sat between John and Richard while Paul and George stay up front with the driver. The whole ride John and Paul had been very flirty with me, while George just sat quietly. Richard would huff every time John or Paul would ask me a question, I could tell he was getting jealous having the two of them all over me.

“Why do you call Richard ‘Ringo’?” I asked

“Well because of all the rings he wears.” Said Paul, pointing at Richard’s hands. “Everyone calls him Ringo, it’s his stage name. ‘Ringo Starr’. You’re the only one who doesn’t. The real question should be why don’t you call him Ringo?”

“Well I’ve known him since we were kids. We were sick together.” I said

“Ah, childhood lovers.” John sighed, placing his hands on his heart and tilting his head back, being dramatic.

“Oh, shut up, you daft git.” Richard said, annoyed with how the pair had been acting.

“Oh come on, Ringo. We’re just having some fun.” Said Paul.

“We’re here.” Said George suddenly as the driver pulled up lot the station.

We all stepped out, everyone quickly grabbing their bags. However, before I could get to mine, or rather before John or Paul could get to mine, Richard quickly grabbed the handle, carrying it off to the platform.

I followed closely to the 4 tall men as we rushed to get on the train before it left.

Once inside the train, everyone relaxed and prepared for the next 3 hours we would spend on our way to your next destination. I sat next to the window with Richard to my right, and George to his. In the seats facing me was Paul, who was looking out the window, and John. I pulled out the book that I had placed in my purse and got comfortable, resting my head on Richard’s shoulder.

After a while we all went to the dining cart and ate breakfast, and before we knew it the train was stopping at the station we were to get off at.

Getting off the train we were lead by the bands managers to a cab, where from there we were taken to a hotel where we were to be for a while before going to the venue where the boys would be playing. Because it was rather last second, I was sharing a room with Richard in the suite the band had booked.

John, Paul, and George has all gone off, wandering around the hotel to cause trouble. I was busy styling my hair and doing my makeup, something I hadn’t gotten a chance to do after waking up a little late, when I heard a shout come from the sitting area of the suite. I ran in to find Richard holding his right hand as he winced in pain.

“What happened? What’s wrong?” I said quickly rushing over to him.

“I accidentally burnt myself on the radiator. It’s pretty bad.” He said. I grabbed him by his wrist and lead him into the bathroom where I quickly ran cold water over his hand. Richard hissed when the cold water touched his tender flesh, but soon he sighed as the coolness eased some of the pain.

“You can’t play tonight, hell you may be unable to play for a week! We have to tell the others.” I said.

“No!” Richard jumped, “No, we can’t. I’m sure I can play, but we can’t tell them, they’ll cancel the show, and I don’t want to let everyone down!”

“Richard, there’s no way you can play, you’re hand is scorched.”

“I’ll be fine, look!” He said as he grabbed a nearby pin, holding it like he would one of his drum sticks. He looked at me for a couple of seconds with a smile on his face, but quickly he was fighting back tears and trying his best to force the smile before he finally yelped and dropped the pen.

“Richard, stop. You’re not playing tonight.” I said, placing his hand back under the water.

“Fine.” He said, in defeat. Just than he lit up. “Yeah, I won’t be playing tonight, you will!”

“I suppose I can cover for you, but we still need to tell the guys.”

“No, there’s no need. This isn’t the first time I’ve burnt myself on a radiator, I’ll be fine. What we need to do is get you looking like me!”

“Why do I need to look like you? The guys will understand if you’re hurt and I go on in your place, there’s no need to dress me up.”

“Y/N, I know you’re a great drummer, maybe even better than me, but the guys don’t know that. They think you’re just some girl. If we try and tell them you’re this amazing drummer, they’ll never believe us. And besides it’ll be fun!”

I didn’t know what to say. I stood there for a couple of seconds weighing the pros and cons. What was there to lose?

“Alright, let’s do it!” I said, giggling.

“Perfect! OK, let’s hurry and get you an outfit!” Richard beamed. We carefully took off his rings and wrapped his hand before heading out to get everything we needed to make me look just like Ringo.

After two hours of shopping we were back in the hotel suite, putting everything in a small suitcase and getting ready to go. Just as we closed the bag John, Paul, and George, who was eating, all stepped back into the room followed by their manager.

“Alright get the things you’ll need for tonight, and do it quickly. The cars waiting!” He said.

I grabbed the suitcase and headed for the door.

“Why’re you bring that suitcase? what’s in it?” John asked from behind me, making me jump a little.

“Oh, you know.. lady stuff. I have to bring it.” I said quickly trying to think of something. Me and Richard quickly rushed down to the car. I placed the suitcase in the trunk and we both sat in the front seat next to the driver. Richard kept his hand concealed in his pocket until we reached the venue.

Once inside me and Richard quietly slipped away to a hidden broom closet backstage. There I quickly put on the chest binder, suit, and wig we had bough hours prior. Richard put on a long coat and hat, trying his best to blend in with the people backstage.

“Don’t forget these.” Richard said, slipping the many rings he had bought me onto my fingers. They resembled the ones he wore almost perfectly. Before walking out he quickly fixed the wig I had on. As we walked out I caught my reflection in a mirror hanging on a nearby wall. I didn’t look too bad. Sure I didn’t look exactly like Richard and I was nearly a foot too short, but I looked pretty close. The crew must have though so as well because before I knew it I was being lightly powdered with makeup and handed drum sticks.

“Ringo! Come on, we’re going on now!” Paul called towards me. I jogged over and we were pushed on stage. I quickly sat behind the drum set and adjusted the so I was sitting comfortably.

I looked up at the curtain that was currently hiding us from the audience. I could hear the announcer over the speakers as he introduced us.

“Ladies and gentlemen, The Beatles!”

The curtains raised and I was faced with the sight of what looked like thousands of screaming girls. Some has signs saying ‘we love you’ some even said ‘Ringo’. My chest felt heavy as I look out on the sea of people. Their screams were the only things that could be heard. Feeling as though I was going to be sick, I looked to my left and there stood Richard. He gave me a smile and a thumbs up and all my fears melted away. I turned back to the crowd. Soon Paul was trying his best to shout over the screaming fans “A ONE. TWO. THREE.” That was my que to start playing. While we were shopping Richard told me how to play all the songs on the set list and he gave me some tips as well. ‘You have to watch Paul’s foot or John’s ass.’ ‘why would I watch John’s ass?’ ‘To keep time! He waggles it to the beat!’

It was nearly impossible to hear ourselves, but I had the time of my life. Before I knew it the show was over and we all bowed and ran off stage.

“That was great!” Paul Said, beaming.

“Absolutely amazing!” John said, patting me hard on the shoulder, “Ringo! That was great!”

“Y/N!” Richard yelled.

John, Paul, and George all looked up to see Richard standing a few feet away in a poorly done up disguise. I ran over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck, being careful not to hit his hand. He wrapped his arms around my waist and spun me around, making my wig fly off. When he sat me down I was so excited my hands flew up to grab his face and I pulled him down to kiss him. Richard was confused at first, but he quickly kissed me back. Pulling away we were both smiling.

“What just happened?” Paul Said.

“Y/N played with us and we all pretended she was Ringo.” George Said. Paul and John looked at George and than looked at me and Richard.

“I thought we all knew that.” George Said.

For the next week of the tour the guys would dress me up as Richard and I would play in his place. And after Richard’s hand was all healed I became the ‘official Ringo Starr emergency stand in’ as well as Richard’s girlfriend.

[artificialqueens]

Searching, Waiting, Looking -Ch08- (Trixya) - Pichitinha

A/N: hi hi hi!!! i’m nearly finished with this and to the possible but few readers i have in here i just wanted to say thank you for embarking on this journey with with me! you can find this as usual on AO3 and you can find me at @pichitinha. i hope you enjoy!

Summary: Of course Trixie will be the decorator to Shea’s wedding - with years of experience in her bag there’s no way she’ll leave her best friend hanging. Sure, she never intended for that to become practically a full-time job as the wedding planner alongside Sasha’s crazy best friend Katya, but hey, everything for your friends, right?

Chapter 8 - We’re all good, but we ain’t angels

Trixie’s always been a heavy sleeper who depends on an alarm clock to actually do things on time. She’s trained herself enough to wake up at the first sound and get up after one single snooze, however tired she might be, but she always sets an alarm if she has any appointment before noon.

Today, she wakes up at seven. Her eyes snap open as if she’s been shocked back into reality and it could be a dream she can’t remember but the point is she’s wide awake sooner than she has to be and it’s the first time in a really long while that this has happened. Her stomach is fluttering with something akin to anxiety and and she gives herself a few minutes to breathe deeply.

She’s meeting Katya today.

She grabs her phone from her nightstand and rolls around so that she’s facing the opposite side from the one Katya had slept in when she was there. Her heart tugs a little at the memory, but she forces her eyes closed for three seconds trying to get rid of the image. She has a better grasp of the situation now, which, granted, still doesn’t make things okay, but she’s more open to understanding it and anyway they are meeting in a couple of hours to hopefully figure things out. There’s no point in suffering right now.

She checks her phone and the light blinds her for a few seconds. It’s 7:16 and there are no new messages except for a stupid meme Kim sent her in what must have been the exact moment she woke up. It’s funny but Trixie is too anxious to fully appreciate it or to engage in any conversation right now so she just ignores it.

There are no messages from Katya, so at least she didn’t cancel their plans. Yet.

Trixie thinks she’s probably awake, always up early to go do her yoga and from time to time even run or go to the gym - where she finds the motivation Trixie will never understand, but she finds it hot that she does so. Which, obviously, is totally inappropriate and definitely not what Trixie wants to be thinking about right now. Focus!

She’s not tired at all and sees no point in staying in bed when she so antsy, so she gets up. She takes her time since she has it - she takes a long shower and washes every thread of hair, puts conditioner in twice until it’s soft and her curls are more defined, and then she lets her body dry naturally before putting on the outfit she’s picked - which, in itself, is a task that takes forever because she’s overthinking everything, doesn’t know how she should dress, what the encounter will be like, what they are at this point.

She doesn’t even know what she wants so say. What she wants to hear.

She’s completely ready to go at barely 08:30 and just stands awkwardly in her own hallway for five minutes considering what to do. She could just hang around her own place in nice clothes and makeup for an hour while feeling anxious and with nothing to do, or she could go out and maybe get some breakfast even though they’re going to a coffee shop. Getting fresh air sounds like a better idea than feeling trapped in her own apartment.

She walks aimlessly, trying to find a nice place to eat or anything else to do, really, and after she’s settled for a bagel and a latte from this hipster restaurant near her house, she lets her feet drag her around as each step releases some of her worries. She’s unbothered by where she’s going because she’s not in a hurry, has plenty of time to kill, so she simply wanders around until at some point she finds herself in a place she really isn’t sure she should be at: in front of Katya’s building.

She stops on her tracks, looks all around her wondering what the hell, Trixie? After several seconds just staring at the top of the building she tries going up three steps, but freezes and goes down again, stops in front of the staircase with her bottom lip between her teeth thinking about what to do. She could just turn around and go back home, breathe for like five minutes before going to the coffee shop. She could go straight to the café and have time to recompose herself. Or she could just wait there until Katya appeared and own up to the fact that she walked there.

Then, she hears behind her, “Trixie?”

The voice is confused and it’s definitely Katya’s. Trixie freezes on the spot, turns around slowly while she gulps.

“Uh, hi.” She gives a short stupid wave. “I was in the neighborhood.”

Katya has bags in her hands, visibly filled with plants, her hair wet from what Trixie assumes was a recent shower. She raises her eyebrows.

“Right. In the neighborhood.”

There isn’t a lot to do near Katya’s place so the excuse won’t take her far, but she sticks with it.

“Yeah. In the neighborhood.”

Katya just stares at her and Trixie feels very vulnerable. There’s an intensity to Katya’s eyes that Trixie’s never really noticed but might have always been there. She feels seen. She also feels uncomfortable being this close to Katya, tries to repress the memories of that night but isn’t quite successful as they’ve been visiting her quite frequently, different feelings attached each time. She takes a step back.

“Ok,” Katya finally says as if Trixie’s movement took her out of her stupor. “I went for a jog earlier and saw some nice plants but I didn’t have my wallet so I thought I’d go buy some before going out to meet you. I was gonna drop these inside and go.”

Katya is basically rambling as she often does, but her explanatory tone tells Trixie she’s nervous - which is actually relieving, because she is too. Trixie nods for lack of what to say. “Cool.”

Katya doesn’t move and neither does Trixie, both staring at each other and their surroundings for longer than would be considered normal. It’s awkward and Trixie doesn’t like it, still hates the feeling of being awkward around Katya, even after everything - specially after everything.

“I’ll be back in a sec-” Katya finally moves towards the door, but Trixie turns with her.

“I can come with you? We can talk here.”

She doesn’t know why she’s offering this, being alone with Katya at her place doesn’t sound like the best idea for their situation, but she also doesn’t feel like talking about everything in a public place.

She’s inclined to believe she walked here for a reason.

Katya looks uncertain, guarded even, but nods nonetheless. “Uh, yeah, of course. It’s a bit messy, I wasn’t expecting anyone.”

“That’s fine, you’ve seen how I live.” It’s supposed to be a joke but they look at each other as she says it and both try to pretend they aren’t thinking about the last time Katya was there.

Trixie finds it harder and harder not to think about it. Both the good and the bad sides of it.

“Well, come on then.”

They walk in silence towards the building and share the elevator with a young woman and a crying baby and Trixie’s almost glad for their presence there to prolong their silence. She wants to talk things over - she does - but at the same time she wants to bury it deep inside as she usually would and she knows that each floor that the elevator goes up is a step closer to unleashing feelings. Trixie’s not looking forward to that.

They wish the woman with the baby a good morning when they exit on Katya’s floor and once inside her place Trixie stands unsure near the door as Katya goes to her balcony to place her newly bought plants. She can see the table they ate dinner at together all those weeks ago and the couch where they sat afterwards and she can practically hear the echo of Katya’s words mixed with the dreaded text, I don’t believe in forever, I don’t do relationships.

God, what is she doing? This is a bad idea.

“Trixie?” Katya asks from where she appears in front of her, Trixie lost in thought. “You okay?”

“Uh, yeah,” she agrees even though she isn’t. “Just thinking.”

Katya averts her gaze. “Uhum.”

It’s awkward, just awkward. Trixie didn’t expect this to go well but she didn’t expect things to be so hard. Talking to Katya had always been organic and now it’s just heavy, difficult. Fuck, why did Katya ruin everyth- no. No. She isn’t going to think like that. They are here to talk. To figure things out - one way or the other.

“Would you like some coffee?” Katya offers once the silence is too long and Trixie’s grateful.

“Oh, yeah, I’d love some.”

“You can sit down, I’ll be right back. Black, one spoon of sugar, right?”

Trixie just nods. Katya remembers how she takes her coffee.

She moves to the couch and sits on the side where Katya had sat last time - it’s a weak but manageable attempt to detach the current situation from then. She doesn’t look around, makes active effort to ignore the paintings and photos around her, the colors of the room.

Katya is back sooner than she expects, holding two mugs. She offers one to Trixie and sits opposite her on the couch, all the space possible in between them. It hurts Trixie even though she thinks it shouldn’t.

She takes a deep breath. All she wants is to keep a clear and open mind, knows she’s guilty of walking into arguments with her mind set and this habit has ruined one too many things for her. She’s hurt but willing to listen, understands more than Katya probably realizes and just wants to understand it fully. She just wants to turn the page, maybe to another chapter or maybe to the end of the story.

“So,” Trixie starts although unsure of how to proceed with the sentence. What does she even want to say? She wants to understand what happened that day - while, simultaneously, never addressing it.

“So,” Katya nods. “The wedding.”

“Oh.” The wedding. Of course, They had an agenda and the wedding was their main plan. “Right. You had questions?”

Katya stares at her, blinks a few times and then sighs as she averts her gaze, blows a little at her steaming cup. “I did, but maybe it can wait.”

Trixie gulps and nods even if Katya is not looking at her. “Okay.”

She doesn’t know if she should talk or if Katya should speak first, so she sips at her coffee. It’s too hot and it burns the tip of her tongue, but she bites her discomfort down. She feels unfair knowing more than Katya is aware of, but she doesn’t want to be the one to burst the bubble and actually address the situation.

Jesus, she’s a mess.

Katya is still not looking at her when she speaks again. “Sasha told me you disappeared for a few days after the party. Stopped answering calls or texts. I got worried.”

Trixie had wondered how Katya got worried to the point where Willam heard about it when she’d made no attempt to contact her prior to the written note. She just nods. “I know. I needed time, I was very angry.” She sees no point in denying her feeling, her discontent has been more than obvious at this point.

Yet, Katya looks at her quizzically. “Angry?”

“And sad. Heartbroken.” She shrugs as if it’s no big deal even though it’s quite possibly the biggest deal Trixie’s dealt with.

“What?” Katya’s tone is nothing but surprised and Trixie is not following. Are they talking about the same thing?

“Uh, yeah? What did you expect?”

Katya just blinks at her several times, her mouth agape completely dumbfounded. “Uh-”

“But I don’t know if I am anymore. I mean, I am a little, but I understand it now.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You leaving.” Trixie doesn’t say it but there’s a silent duh at the end of her sentence.

“Trixie-” Katya’s face gets more and more confused by the second, but now that she’s started Trixie wants to talk this through.

“But, yeah, I did learn a few things that sort of gave me some perspective.” Katya doesn’t say anything, just stares at her as if waiting. She still looks confused. “I know about… I was just trying to figure out my feelings and Shea thought-”

Katya’s posture changes completely once Trixie says that, she actually snorts and it’s enough to shut Trixie up in complete confusion and for her eyebrows to shoot up. "Of course,” Katya comments.

Trixie doesn’t get Katya’s sarcastic tone all of a sudden and it completely throws her off. She just needs to finish her train of thought, she just needs Katya to know what she knows - and to explain it better. "What I’m trying to say is that I know about the wedding.”

Katya is back to confused. Either way Trixie is still not following. “The wedding?”

“Yeah, uhm, the one- with your ex.” God, this is uncomfortable. “From college.”

“Oh.” Katya looks stunned, her face darkens. “Oh.”

“Shea was just trying t-”

“You know what, I don’t care why she thought she should tell you that.” She moves her free hand around, angry eyes looking around the room. “It’s personal. I didn’t even know she knew it, god, Sasha is gonna hear it.”

Trixie had not considered that Katya might be mad at Shea for telling her. It makes sense, of course, and now she’s dug herself into a bigger hole and she doesn’t know how to get out of it. She also never meant for Katya to get mad at Shea.

“I’m sorry. I was just trying to understand…”

“Understand what, exactly?” Katya looks at her with the anger she’s been aiming at the room and as bad as Trixie feels about her situation, she’s first and foremost hurt by Katya’s actions and she won’t allow Katya to disregard her further.

“You!” she exasperates because what does Katya expected, really? Maybe Shea had been wrong in telling Trixie but Katya can’t act as if all of this isn’t her fault.

“Me? What does that even mean? You’re not making any sense today!”

So she’ll play dumb, that’s her move today, huh? “You’re joking, right?“

"Me? You do all those theatricals and- You know what, no. Okay.” Katya runs her free hand through her hair and then takes a sip of her coffee. Trixie is too stunned to say anything. “I promised myself I wouldn’t argue with you. We’re gonna talk this over, like adults.”

Now Trixie is the one who snorts. “Sure.”

Katya takes a deep breath, drinks one more sip and places her almost empty cup on the coffee table in front of them. Trixie hasn’t touched hers again and by now it must be getting cold.

“That… that is very personal, Trixie.” Katya’s voice is deflated and Trixie’s guard falls down a bit. She knows it is and she thinks it must be the memory that Katya avoids the most. “And it happened a long time ago. I’m not sure what that has to do with anything.”

Trixie looks at her in disbelief. That’s got to do with everything, doesn’t it? “Uh, I don’t know, perhaps your fear of commitment?”

Katya stops as if she’s been punched. “That’s not- I don’t have a fear of commitment! And why do you even care, anyway?”

What is wrong with their rollercoaster of feelings today? They haven’t even properly talked yet.

“Because you left! You literally fled like a stupid fuckboy, what the hell!”

“Are you-” Katya stops mid sentence with large movements of her hands, it’s like she doesn’t know the words she needs to say, like her feelings are too fast for her brain. “Why is that so bad considering where you’re at?”

What? “What the fuck are you talking about?”

It’s like a ping pong match and Trixie’s head is throbbing at the back and forth. That’s not what she expected, it’s not how she wanted things to go. She just wants an answer. She just wants Katya to explicitly say what happened and what now. Not this.

Katya seems to take in Trixie’s stance and expression, doesn’t say anything as Trixie places her full coffee cup on the table and puts both her hands on her forehead, squeezing while she breathes.

“Okay.” Katya says quietly. “Okay, let’s do this right. Tell me what Shea told you.”

“Katya-”

“I’ll have my beef with her later. Just tell me what you know.”

Trixie takes a deep breath, hopefully now they’ll accomplish what they need: sort it all out. “She just told me the general thing. Dated for a long time, got engaged, abandoned three days before the wedding.”

“Two.”

“Huh?”

“It was two days before the wedding. The ceremony was on a Saturday, she left sometime between noon and five on Thursday while I was working.”

Katya is looking at a blank wall as she says it, her expression mirroring the surface, no emotion to show. Trixie feels all of those things inside her chest again, thinking about what Katya must have felt like. How many times has she told the story? How long did it take her to get over it? Has she, even?

“I’m so sorry,” Trixie says, because she is. She’s still hurt and still wants Katya to properly explain herself - ‘I was left at the altar years ago’ isn’t quite a complete excuse - but she is terribly sorry that someone as lively as her went through that, that Katya went through that. Things might be all sorts of wrong but Trixie likes her. Trixie still doesn’t want Katya to suffer.

Katya shrugs. “It took me a long time to even understand that it’d happened - I never understood why. Not why she left but why she waited until the very last minute. She could have ended it sooner, you know.”

“You never talked about it afterwards?”

“No. While I was at work she packed every single thing she owned and every item in the house that she had paid for and just- just left. I came back to an empty apartment and a note on our fridge board saying, and I quote ‘I just can’t go through with this, you can keep all the refunds and the presents’.”

"Oh my god.”

“She’d never been the cold type so that was- I don’t know. I didn’t try to talk to her right away, I was still hopeful she was gonna change her mind and come back on the day of the wedding but - she didn’t, of course. I texted her a few times after that and she never replied.”

Trixie opens her mouth but she doesn’t know what to say. It doesn’t matter because Katya is still fixated on the wall, just telling the story without paying any attention to Trixie’s reaction, apparently lost down memory lane.

“A few months later I went to San Diego for a job and I saw her in a café. She was holding hands with a girl - and it might be my mind playing tricks but she looked so much like her old high school girlfriend. I didn’t stay there to investigate and I never checked any of her social media but, like, I’d seen plenty of pictures of the girl and it really, really looked like her.”

“That’s really shitty.” It’s not a good reply to the situation but Trixie hardly thinks there would be any.

“It is. Makes me wonder about our years together, you know? If she was in love with her old girlfriend through all of it… I don’t know, I never pegged her for a cheater but I never pegged her for a quitter either. Just shows you that sometimes the people you know the best… well, sometimes you don’t actually know them at all.”

Trixie gulps because she’d used those words before - and she’d been talking about Katya.

“Yeah. I get that.”

“So, yeah,” Katya nods absentmindedly as she looks at Trixie, apparently back in the moment. “That did make me wary of relationships for a long time - my feelings for her lasted for a good while after that. It must have been a year, maybe more, where I didn’t try to have any kind of relationship. But I’m over it, now, I’m past that, I’m past her.”

Trixie nods because, yes, people move on from these things eventually. But, still, she knows the wounds linger. “Being over it doesn’t mean that you aren’t still wary.”

Katya rolls her eyes. She’s playing it light but Trixie can see she’s exhausted from what she just revisited. “Of course these things affect me but I’m not afraid of commitment-”

“Katya you said it so yourself on this very couch.”

“No, what I said was that being with someone forever sounds like a naive expectation! And either way-”

“You texted it to me!” Trixie cuts her off because, god, tragic past aside, how can Katya still be making so light of the fact that she left. No explanation, no nothing, unequivocally left. “You did it right after- after-”

“Like you don’t know why.” Katya is exasperated and honestly so is Trixie. Things just keep escalating totally out of their control and she is frustrated - they both are. “You can’t tell me this hurts you as much as it hurts me.”

“What? Why would you be hurt? You’re the one who decided to leave!”

“Because of you! Because I like you and-”

Trixie cuts her off with a snort. “That seems plausible, sleeping with a girl you like and then fleeing!”

Katya gets up and throws her hands in the air as if surrendering. “You’re impossible, Trixie.”

How do things keep getting out of control? Why is it so hard to talk about your feelings?

“No, you’re impossible!” Some part of Trixie feels bad for exploding at Katya after what she just told her, but the fact that Katya hadn’t owned up to it or apologized once is driving her up the wall. After Katya’s texts the day before Trixie fully expected her to just be forward and explain herself, but they keep dancing around this and Trixie’s getting tired. “I like you, I actually like you and I can’t believe that I do, honestly, I can’t believe that after all this time and everything that it’s you, and that you’d go out acting like-”

“Please, don’t play the victim-”

“Shut up, I’m not doing anything!” Trixie gets up too and starts pacing, her breathing heavy. “Do you know how hard this is for me? Do you have any idea how hard it is to have this happen after- god after the mess my romantic life was - or is, I don’t know? I was secretly hung up over Shea for years, Katya, years, did you know that?”

“Duh?” Katya replies as if it’s the simplest question in the world.

Trixie stops in her tracks. Her eyes snap at Katya immediately. “What?”

“What, you think I would forget?” Katya’s tone borders on mockery.

“Forget?” Is she serious? “You actually knew it?”

Katya looks at her as if she’s grown another head, her whole body is practically vibrating.

“What does that even mean, you told me!” She accuses pointing her finger. Trixie freezes completely. What? “You get fucking hammered, ask me to bring you home and fucking sleep with you and then you 'sweet talk’ yourself to sleep with tales of you best friend who you are in love with and I’m supposed to stay? What else, you expected breakfast in the morning, too?”

Trixie is still frozen, her chest tightening at the words. She opens and closes her mouth incessantly, trying to find words, any word at all, but her brain is empty. She can’t have told Katya she’s in love with Shea, not when she knows those feelings diminished and disappeared over the years, not when she is so certain that she’s been over that for longer than she’s even realized, not that night when everything had changed, not after being with Katya.

Not when Shea isn’t the one she’s in love with.

“I’m- I’m not in love with Shea.”

Katya’s laugh is humorless and Trixie hates it more than she hated their entire conversation today, she feels like their roles suddenly reversed from what she thought they were a mere minute ago and she doesn’t know what to do with herself. “Well, that’s not what you said that night.” It looks like it pains her to say this. “Right after- god.” She covers her face with her hands and Trixie’s heart squeezes so tight that her entire chest burns.

“I can’t have said that.” Did she really drink enough to forget something like this? “Not like that. That’s not - I don’t think I was ever in love with her. I didn’t say that. What did I say, Katya, I know I didn’t use these words?”

“You don’t remember? You’re kidding me.”

Trixie shakes her head, her stomach filled with guilt. She started this whole thing thinking she’d been done wrong but apparently that’s not quite true. “I don’t, I’m sorry, I really don’t.” She really is sorry and she needs Katya to believe it. “But I know for certain I didn’t say that, because it isn’t how I feel. It’s not - I think I never felt like that but I’m sure I especifically don’t feel like that now.”

Katya searches her eyes and they stare at each other for seconds on end in complete silence. Trixie hopes that she can convince Katya of - she doesn’t know what, exactly. That she doesn’t like Shea? That she likes her? Both? Whatever it is, if it’s on her… Katya seems to be a lot more forgiving, which she knows it’s unfair, but she didn’t expect to be on the apologizing end of the equation and now she somehow is, even if Katya’s actions hadn’t been the most mature reaction to it all. But maybe, if it’s up to Trixie to fix this… maybe they can find a better alternative. Something that isn’t cutting contact entirely or just reklinding their friendship - perhaps Trixie can work on them finding something more. Maybe she can convince Katya.

Katya’s posture changes all of a sudden, she looks a little more relaxed, less guarded maybe, even if her expression is still pained, and she takes a deep breath before sitting down again.

“I shouldn’t have- you were really drunk- I kne-”

“No, stop.” Trixie will most likely never live down her habit of drinking to try to make things easier. They almost always backfire. “I remember everything- well, almost everything about that night. I- I was sober enough to consent to everything and I remember everything and- I enjoyed everything, too.” She hopes Katya knows how much that night meant to her - she hopes she’s said it, then, although it seems unlikely. So she wants it to be clear now. “It’s just, talking, I get talkative when I’m drunk and I don’t always-”

“You said it felt nice to not tie yourself down to your feelings for Shea anymore.” Katya cuts her off with a very low voice, her head facing down towards her lap.

“Oh.”

“You said it felt nice to finally try to let go of it, to not think about it and live your life. Have fun.”

“Katya-”

“And until then- maybe I’m stupid but I had never noticed it?” She looks back up at Trixie as if she’s somehow to fault for this. God, Trixie wishes this was all over, if she hadn’t said anything - and then proceeded to forget - then Katya wouldn’t have left and things- ok, there’s no use thinking like this now. She just needs to fix this. “I was actually pretty sure you liked me too, there were so many hints, or at least I thought there were. I hadn’t considered dating for a long time, but with you- I don’t know, I thought that was finally the night. And it wasn’t.”

“I really didn’t mean it like that.”

“Like what? Like you liked Shea?” Katya forces as if Trixie will end up admitting she does. But she really doesn’t - Katya needs to see that.

“Yes. I did like her, Katya, I’m not denying that. But not - god, not by that point, not that night. I tried so hard to repress the fact that I had feelings for you, I denied it to myself so many times. I wouldn’t ever have made a move on you if I still liked her and didn’t like you. That’s not- I don’t do that type of thing. I just want you to know why this is so important for me, why having feelings for you is so major. That’s what I meant, you get that, right?”

Katya nods even though she doesn’t look totally convinced - Trixie doesn’t blame her, as much as she dislikes it.

“That’s why I left.” Katya explains it as if Trixie hadn’t figured that out already. Trixie spent two weeks thinking Katya wasn’t the person she thought she was and apparently, well, apparently Trixie was just digging into old wounds, even if unintentionally, even if in a different way.

She’d been left for an old love before. Trixie gets it.

“You fell asleep not long after saying all that and I just waited for a while before getting up and leaving.” She takes a deep pained breath. “I really couldn’t stay.” Trixie agrees with a nod, she wouldn’t have stayed either. “You’re right, maybe I’m still wary about opening up and getting involved with someone and- and being abandoned. But you can’t blame me. It’s not your fault, but you can’t blame me.”

“I don’t. But we could’ve talked.”

Katya shrugs. “We’re talking now.”

“I guess. Could’ve talked sooner, though.”

“I guess.”

It’s quiet again but this time it stretches. Trixie can hear the cars honking many, many floors below, the bathroom sink that leaks a new drop every ten or so seconds, the air-conditioning in Katya’s room that sounds like a very old model.

She wishes she knew what to say, but Katya’s always been the one to fill up quiet moments.

“You’re not in love with Shea?” she finally asks, her eyes searching for Trixie’s. Trixie thinks that what she sees in there is hope, or maybe she’s just hoping herself.

She shakes her head. “No. God, I’m really not.” She’s come to the realization that her feelings for Shea were gone a while back, but addressing it so directly in front of Katya of all people, it just feels freeing. Maybe that’s what her drunk ass had attempted the other day. Now she can do it right. “It’s funny because- I felt something for her for a long time. I obviously didn’t want to, so I tried to wish them away and to pretend they weren’t there and, well, somewhere along the way they actually disappeared and I didn’t even notice. But I was never in love with her - not before and definitely not now.”

“How are you so sure?”

“Because I’m in love with you.” She didn’t think she’d say that, but as the words leave her lips her chest gets lighter and lighter. “And it feels different.”

Katya’s breath catches on her throat, her eyes widen. “Trixie-”

“I’m just saying it because it’s true. Because this is what I wanted to say that night.”

Katya nods, eyes blown wide and sparkling. “Okay.” Is all she manages to say.

“And also I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Katya asks but Trixie knows it’s out of politeness. She knows what for. But she’s also already forgiven her, Trixie can see it on her face.

“You know what. Everything. What you went through, what I said, blaming you-”

“It’s oka-”

“Ruining this.”

Katya stops, blinks a few times as she stares at Trixie. Then she shakes her head. “You didn’t ruin this.”

Her heart thunders a couple time inside her chest. “No?”

“We should have talked sooner.”

Trixie nods vehemently. “We should have. I’m sorry.”

Katya shrugs. “My fault there. And I’m sorry for how I handled things.”

“I get-”

“Still shitty, though. Leaving you like that, the text- I thought you remembered. I thought it’d make sense to you and that you wouldn’t care.”

Trixie nods but says nothing, it’s hard to find it in her to hold it against Katya after everything. Especially if Katya also isn’t holding anything against her. She finally moves back to the couch, sits a bit closer to Katya who merely watches her do it.

“What now?”

“I don’t know. We move past it?”

“Pretend it never happened?”

“Oh,” Katya straightens up.

“I mean the fight! Not- not th-”

Katya laughs through her nose. “I got it.”

Maybe she still sounds a bit wary, but Trixie’s counting her blessings. The air is definitely lighter and maybe there’s a chance for them. If Katya wants it.

“Unless you don’t want to?” Trixie asks uncertain.

“Isn’t it too rushed? Just putting white-out on all of it?”

Trixie shrugs. “Maybe. I just- nevermind.”

“What is it?”

“How do you feel?”

“Regarding what?”

“Me. How do you feel about me?”

“Oh. I thought that was obvious.”

“Katya-”

She shakes her head in disbelief and looks at her with a tiny side smile. “I’m in love with you, too, Trix.”

Her heart grows twice its size, and yet she smiles about something else. “It’s Trix again, huh?”

Katya shrugs, her own smile growing. “Unless you don’t want it?”

“No, no, I definitely want it.”

They must look like two maniacs, Trixie thinks, smiling wider and wider at each other after their previous screaming match.

They are okay, right? They’re gonna be fine.

Katya inches closer and raises her right hand to touch her hair. It brings her back to that night at the club, the soft touches in the midst all of the urgency.

She feels much better being sober. And being honest.

“Are we cool?” She asks with honest eyes and Trixie can’t believe that she managed to reverse the mess they were in.

At the end of they day, they both said they’re in love. That’s what matters right?

“Yeah,” Trixie breathes out.

“Nothing else to unleash?”

Trixie denies. “No.”

Katya nods lightly, almost imperceptible.

“Can I kiss you, then?”

Trixie doesn’t even respond, just inches forward and closes the gap between them.

Her heart beats faster inside her chest as Katya moves her other hand to pull her closer and she’s sure she can feel Katya’s heart beating fast too. This time there’s no urgency, no booze, no secrets on the way. There’s just the two of them being honest with each other.

Katya’s lips are softer than she remembers, she tastes lightly of coffee and tobacco and usually that would put her off but she just keeps pulling her closer. She’d come into this conversation, had spent the last two weeks actually, thinking it’d be it. Instead, they’re kissing. And in love.

Trixie relaxes into the moment. It looks like there’s a next chapter after all.

[jimins-little-world-bts]

Night Shift || pt. 2

Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff, gamer!bangtan, gamer!reader, bestfriend!Jungkook, cotton candy fluff in a fluffy date #fluff

Words: 1.9k

You were a hardworking person, and you were really focus on getting a promotion from your actual job. At the same time, you loved games and played everynight when you’ve got time. One day you met someone online and you thought that it was time to meet new people and stop worrying so much. Would you like him when you meet him face to face?

The big day is today, you were studying your closet for like two hours after you showered and finally giving up wearing a short pink t-shirt with some high waisted jeans with some cuts on the knees and white sneakers. It was hot outside so you decided to hold your hair high in a bun. 

In the meantime, you were thinking about the makeup. Would it be few or a lot? In that moment you wished you had girl friends. But then you decided, nobody knows why, to call Jungkook.

“Kookie, you think that girls are better with a lot of makeup on or not using it?” You asked him trying to not seem desperate. “I can’t believe that V got you like this, you never put on makeup when you’re around me.” He said sighing but before you can refuse to something, he continued. “V doesn’t like girls like the girls i like. Like… you know… bitches.” He said holding a grin. “Are you telling me that if I put on makeup i would look like a bitch? Ok, got it-”

“No, no! put it on but… don’t wear red on the lips and a lot of foundation. He doesn’t like that. I think you look pretty when you have eyeliner and pink lips.” You blushed a little under his confession, you thanked him and cut out the call. It was seven o'clock and you were almost ready to go now, you grab a little bag that contained your lipstick and your wallet and went to the street. 

Taehyung was working a lot today but almost always messed something because he was thinking about the date you two will have. He had his outfit on his bag, perfectly folded and smelling like clothes softener. When the time has come, he went to the bathroom and change before going outside. He was feeling really nervous, he didn’t had a date in months either. The last girl he had dated was unbearable, she never let him choose what he wanted to do, and they always finished fucking in her department. He doesn’t tag himself like a romantic guy either but he loves love, and dates, and cuddles, watch movies and if the girl likes gaming consoles he would be the most happy man ever. So, when he met your voice and the way you altered yourself when you were killed or killed someone in the games, he felt something inside his chest. He didn’t know you personally but he had a thought of you as a “perfect girlfriend.” 

When you reached the left door of the cinema, you were looking for someone with a blue shirt. The only people who was outside in that spot were your coworkers, you saw three girls and the new guy. What was his name again? You couldn’t remembered. Well, tomorrow maybe you’ll ask him. You were standing there laying your back on the wall, watching the building’s clock ticking, when it was eight fifteen, you saw your coworkers leave, but the new guy stayed there, and you saw it.

He was wearing a light-blue shirt. No way, it can’t be him. What was his name? You felt something on your stomach because of your oblivious mind, but you actually remembered that his name doesn’t starts with a V. Maybe it’s just a coincidence, but then you saw him approaching to you. “Hi, y/n. Are you going to watch the new movie tonight?” He asked you politely. Where did all this confidence came from? You thought he was always shy. Well not always, you heard him making jokes here and there with his sweet voice but not directly to you, or so you thought. The fact was that you didn’t really knew him because you were always doing something, you just crossed words like “Y/N, is it ok if I put the popcorn on the box like this?” Or “Hi Y/N, how are you today?” To what you’ll answer “good, thanks” and going to your box to sit and turn on your computer.

“Am, hi mhm… no, not actually, I’m waiting for someone.” You answered, still not diverting the view from his light blue shirt and trying to remember his name. “Oh, we’re two then…” he said shyly. That gave you a little push to ask discretely if it was him or not. “Yeah, it’s a guy I met from my games.” You confessed. “Wow, I didn’t see you like a gamer girl. What do you play?” He asked looking to your face with a bright smile, no. He’s not V. 

You were trying to not look at him too much, returning to your searching for a guy with a blue shirt. “Am… you know, the basics, Call of Duty, Mortal Kombat, Overwatch… all of that.” You said. “Oh cool, I play Overwatch too, there’s not much people who plays that game.” He said looking around too, probably searching for his date and continued. “Well, there is, but they’re just littles scums.” He said turning to you again, arching his left brow. In that moment you raised you head to look at him. “V?” You asked with a confused face and a high peach voice, winning a huge smile from him, who started to laugh shyly and nod repeatedly. “Oh my god! It’s you? But, how can it be possible? We’re coworkers! I mean, did you know it was me all the time?” All your shyness were vanished at the moment he nodded you. “No, no. I guessed it right now when you said Overwatch” he said between a slight smile. You couldn’t take it in so you were paralyzed.

“Do you want to leave or…” he told you seeing your confused face. “Of course not! I won’t waste more time that the wasted, but firstly tell me how’s your name, please. And I’m sorry for forgot it.” He laughed and say that it was ok, he knew how hard you worked and he’s never near to you anyways, and his name is Taehyung. Giving you an arm and saying “Do you mind…?” You took him by the arm and started to walk with him to the carnival, talking about the game you always play, your stupid manager and many times about you saying ‘sorry’ because you didn’t remember his name.

You noticed that Taehyung was really charming. Yes, he calls you scum some times but to mess with you. The shirt he was wearing fitted perfectly to his wide shoulders and the neck of it let you the view to a perfect neck with a silver chain with two tigers in it. His hair was brown and a little messy in a cute way, and his perfume was delicious. When you two reached the carnival, stood astonish to the lights and all the games it had. He told you to choose the first one and as a competitive girl you are you chose a shooter. You didn’t want to say it out loud but you noticed he let you win, you’re not that great in the shooters, but well, you won a water gun so you were happy. That water gun was the little thing that made you two started to play while you walked through the games choosing another one, laughing like kids. 

The match was 5:5, although you weren’t counting. You had a big teddy bear he gifted you when won a game, when he suddenly asked you if you liked cotton candy, to what you told him something like 'who doesn’t?!’ And took him by the arm to run to the nearest food truck. You asked for one because he said he doesn’t wanted, and he payed for it. You finished sharing the cotton candy with him, and he told you that he wanted to go to the ferris wheel. You agreed and when you two were up on the highest, started to talk serious for once. 

“I still can’t believe the fact that I didn’t even recognize your voice, like… in work your so shy and talked so sweetly but in game you’re a talker, boy.” You said pushing his arm slightly. “Well, that’s because I’m shy personally, I don’t talk too much. I was shy with you because you’re like my boss, I don’t know… I respect you more than the others.” He said raising his head to look at you in your eyes. You were starting to feel your cheeks turning red but you didn’t want him to notice that so you answered cocking you head. “Yes, because you didn’t wasted time in the room to starting to call me 'scum’ like the guys.” You two started to laugh and you didn’t noticed but he was closer to you than before. “So… are you enjoying our first date?” You blushed instantly, “so there’s gonna be more than one?” You said with your head down. “Only if you want” he answered with a deep voice. You had goosebumps and your heart was beating like crazy. It was amazing how you passed from not knowing someone to thinking that he’s really cute and pretty. You were hypnotized by his eyes, his stare was so penetrating that you felt defenseless but you loved that idea, and his boxed smile got you going all the night, he was beautiful. 

After his statement there was a comfy silence wherein he smiled at you and then diverted his view to the outside of the cubicle you two were in. “We choose a beautiful night to go out, don’t you think?” He said looking to the outside. “Indeed.” You told him, as you starting to look outside too. After a minutes you felt a hand on your hand and you took it after a few seconds, intertwining your fingers to his while you two were admiring the view. He turned to face you, and started to lean closer, you were about to kiss when you felt a small stroke that advertised you that you were already on the ground. Still holding your hand, he separated his face from from yours while guiding you to the outside of the cubicle. 

“Want a burger?” He asked you. To what you said yes. That was an incredible and a horrible idea. He had a big… big mouth. He ate the big burger without any problem, but you had troubles eating it girly style, so you tried to copying him to joke, failing and made you both laugh hard, and you blushed from shyness. 

When your date was over, he take you to your home, you lived near there so you two walked together holding hands, enjoying the moment in silence. When you reached your building, he told you that he had a great time and that he would love to have another date like this one. You agreed and then you kissed him on his cheeks to say goodbye, he stayed standing there until you closed the door, holding his cheek, smiling to the ground. You closed the door and look at him through the peephole, he started to dance like a kid celebrating. You smiled to yourself and started going upstairs with a huge smile. 

Damn, you really liked this boy tonight, you had a feeling that you didn’t felt like this in years. But from now on you will see him on work everyday. You were lucky though because you have a night shift this week, so you won’t feel uncomfortable every time you couldn’t talk with him because of your work, you still needed that promotion. But you wanted to see him everyday now. How will it be your relationship now that you know he’s your coworker?

I enjoyed writing this part a looot hahaha. Let me know if you want a part three, please :3

- Admin Min

[sly2o]

The 100 Ask

Tagged by Max... HOW DARE YOU CHANGE YOU URL NOW I GOTTA LOOK IT UP. @bellamy6lake

rules: answer as many as you want if tagged and then tag three more people OR just reblog it and treat it as a regular ask meme!! have fun xoxo

1. What would you get arrested for on the Ark? Honestly... I probably wouldn’t? I fall on the lawful side of the alignment chart a little too heavily. Like... I’d probably be the guard if I wasn’t recruited for engineering. 

It would probably be on some bullshit technicality where I didn’t realize I was doing something wrong.

2. Would you take off your wristband when you landed on the ground? Nope. Again, lawful.  ... Although... I might have been convinced to do it for some food. I get pretty hangry.

3. What would the necklace Finn would make for you look like? (Clarke: deer/Raven: a raven duh..) A cat. 

4. If you could resurrect any MINOR character who would it be? JACAPO SINCLAIR COME BACK

5. Create a squad of 5 characters to go on missions with. Who are they? Ok here’s the situation: Clarke and Bellamy are driving, Jaha is peppering them with awkward questions, and me and Raven are in the back broadcasting these dummies to everyone back at Arkadia being like “WELCOME BACK TO THE LOOK AT THESE IDIOTS IN LOVE PODCAST”. 

OR

S2 Mt Weather squad. Jasper, Monty, Miller, Harper, Clarke and me. 

6. Minty or Briller? Minty.

7. What would your name be in Trigedasleng? (example: Octavia=Okteivia…just make it up!): ... Lynne? .. Lyn? lol. 

8. Thoughts on Finn? So long and thanks for all the fish.

9. Be honest. How willing would you have been to take the chip without knowing all the horrible things it does? I probably would have been convinced to cave by Raven.

10. What character do you relate to most & What character do you like the least not including the obvious ones like Pike, etc… I relate most to Clarke and Raven. The character I like the least... I think I found Luna to be the most frustrating (for exactly the reasons our mains were frustrated by her) but I still liked her. In S1 the answer to this definitely was Murphy lol. 

11. Describe your delinquent outfit: Uhhh don’t they all pretty much wear the same thing? Jacket, a shirt, pants... Not like anyone is running around in a dress. 

Yellow (ideally leather) jacket, black pants, purple tank top, snazzy earrings would probably be my outfit. 

12. Favorite type of mutant animal? Obviously Pauna.

13. What would your job be on the Ark? Engineer or Councillor. 

14. Would you have willingly pumped Ontari’s heart if Abby asked it? Yup.

15. If Lexa wasn’t Heda, then who would make the best commander? Yikes. Uhm... I think I have to steal Max’s answer and say Lincoln. To be honest... I would keep Lexa in this role. None of the other (grounder) characters have the right mix of vision, sense for politics, and physical capabilities. And before you come after me with “Luna” - think back to that quote from Jaha - “the decisions whittle you down, piece by piece”. Luna was whittled down without even holding power. I don’t think she would have made it very far as commander in that political climate.

16. If you were a grounder, then where would you live and who would be your mentor? Azgeda. Hopefully Roan. 

17. How would you act if you ate the hallucinogenic nuts like Jasper and Monty? Eat. Everything.

18. How would you have dealt with Charlotte’s crime? Ugh, this question is too hard. 

19. Who should be the Chancellor, if anyone? Ehhh... As of S5... Probably Bellamy.

20. Mount Weather had a lot of modern commodities. (example: Maya’s Ipod)What is the one thing you would snatch while there? Probably Maya’s iPod. Maybe a watch. Too many modern commodities wouldn’t be functional in The 100 universe (not much point of grabbing a laptop for funsies). Maybe a trombone. 

21. Do you think you’d have caught the virus spread through camp or would you have been immune like Octavia? I would have caught the virus. 

22. What would your grounder tattoos look like? Hairstyle? War paint? Constellations for tattoos. Not sure about hairstyle... I can’t recall a grounder with short hair. Yes to war paint. 

23. Favorite quote? Skipping this one because I answered it in an ask the other day and can’t remember what I wrote..

24. Can you forgive Murphy for his actions? How about Bellamy? I guess so? You sort of have to in this universe. 

25. If one of the characters was in the Hunger Games, who would have the best shot at winning? Octavia. She literally won the Hunger Games. <-- Max is correct. 

26. Least favorite ship? Favorite ship? NOT INCLUDING CLEXA OR BELLARKE. Looooool. I don’t really have a least favourite ship? I dunno I’m not really invested either way in ships that aren’t my main ship. 

27. A song that should be included in the next season, like when Radioactive was? 

OK BUT IMAGINE THE BELLARKE REUNION HAS KNOCKING ON HEAVEN’S DOOR PLAY AGAIN??!!?????? I WOULD DIEEEEEEEEEEEEE

28. What would you do if you were stuck in the bunker with Murphy for all that time? First we would try to figure out how to get out. Then we’d probably fight because he couldn’t handle me being too bossy while insisting we keep work at finding a way out and he’s a pretty big pessimist. Then we’d get drunk. I’d definitely start crying. Then we’d have a bonding moment where he admits that my continuous trying to find a way out is actually helping keep him grounded. Then we’d just play lots of games between trying to find a way out. 

29.Opinion on Emori? Roan? I like them both.

30. Would you want to be an extra that is killed off in a brutal way? CAST ME PLEASE

31. A character you’d like to learn more about and get flashbacks of? Let me be a bit controversial... Aurora Blake. I made an aesthetic for her the other day and had SO MANY questions. Like.. why? Why a second kid? Who are the other parents? Why is she like this? Did she ever get any help? How was she able to keep sane and keep this secret? What was she like as a parent? Basically I want more of the Blake family. 

32. A character you’d bang? hrmmm... yes. 

Tagging: @asroarke @rashaka @cullensleftbuttcheek

[a-home-for-stray-stories]

Just Imagine - Elias Samson Pt. 2

So, this part is extra long. Would y’all rather one long part or two separate parts? I’m not really dialed into tumbler “etiquette” so I’m not really sure where all the lines are. I’m pretty sure this is not considered an imagine at this point, but honestly, I don’t really care. There is one more part coming!

Warning: Smut

Tags: @romanempire19

Both of your bodies froze as the last m&m skidded to a stop. You knew who the voice belonged to, but you still prayed it wasn’t him when you came out into the hallway. Rounding the corner you found not only him, Mr. McMahon, but Kurt Angle, Finn, and Elias. And there you and Nia were. Still in sweaty ring gear and surrounded by candy. Vince beamed at you once you emerged,

“Ah, there you are. Good, I wanted to talk to all four of you.” He made his way between you and Nia, placing a hand on each of your shoulders. Embarrassment popped through your chest when you heard an m&m explode underneath his foot, but he just kept going. “You all did a great job tonight. The fans are going nuts over it, especially that ending.” He gave you shoulder a squeeze before beginning to leave. “I can’t wait to see what you all have planned for the big match next week.” He called out just before ducking into another hallway.

Kurt stayed between Finn and Elias and didn’t give any of you time to speak up,

“I know that ending wasn’t exactly what was planned, but Vince and the fans don’t and they ate that up. So, it sounds like you four have some re-planning to do. Whatever you do, don’t ignore it, that’ll just piss people off.”

Kurt tried to walk away, but had to scoot some m&ms out of his way, “Really?”

Finn was the first to pipe up when Kurt was out of sight.

“Any thoughts?”

You fiddled around with the remaining m&ms in your hand, keeping your gaze down, not knowing what to offer, but Nia had no problems.

“I had a couple of thoughts but miss ‘has an excuse for everything’ over there shut them all down.” She threw a pointer finger at you along with a teasing grin. “Ask her about turning heel. Her head will implode.”

Seriously? Your mouth dropped open and those last m&ms grew heavy in your hand. At this close range, her face was an easy target. Elias was quick to grab your wrist as he and Finn got between the two of you. Using his grip on your arm, he pulled you close to him, forcing you to look up at him, and he calmly told you to stop. Your mouth went dry realizing you were now in the same position that caused all of this. Only this time, you weren’t in character and he was touching you. At least he had a shirt on. Well, an extremely loosely fitting tank. This time you did a better job keeping you eyes on his, but that only fueled the fog forming in your mind. Through that fog, you tried to defend yourself, but it came out it in sputters. Elias let a small smile creep up as your mouth open and shut in attempts to come up with something. But Nia had to cut in,

“Ya, Stop throwing shit, Y/n.”

She loved getting a rise out of you and knew that last m&m pelted at you would do it. That sting against your shoulder almost hurt as much as not having anymore ammo to throw back.

“Ow!” Definitely, said that louder than necessary. “She- you literally started it!”

You glared at her, trying to pull your wrist from Elias. You heard him say,

“Alright...”

But you were too focused on Nia to noticed what he was doing, until you were bent over his shoulder. You let out a surprised,

“Shit! What are you doing?”

Finn and Nia laughed and Elias turned slightly to address them,

“Before we can all make a plan, the two of us need to talk.”

He kept a one-handed grip on the backs of your knees and shut the door without giving them a chance to respond. You gave him a light punch in the small of his back,

“Ok, put me down.”

Ignoring you, he continued to the couch before pausing to take in the carnage.

“What’s the deal with the m&ms?

You let out a frustrated groan, “Elias...put me down first.”

Before you knew it, he had sat down on the couch and manipulated you to where you were straddling his lap. You never thought about how little of your body your ring gear actually covered until your knees were spread on either side of his hips. His calloused fingertips resting on your bare skin sent goosebumps racing along your body. The heat of his hands permeated through the small of your back and you felt the solidness of his shoulders as your hands held onto them for stability. He was just under eye level and acted like this was a normal position for the two of you to be in.

“Now, why are there m&m’s everywhere?”

You shut your eyes trying to focus on his question and not his rock solid body underneath you.

“Uh, she- she dumped the bag on my head.”

He let out a laugh and shifted, bringing you closer to him. One of his hands shifted up your back and you had to move your hand onto his chest to keep from knocking heads with him.

“Why would she do that?”

A warmth began to rise through your chest as you dropped your gaze down to where your fingers were lightly toying with his shirt. You let out a sigh before answering him,

“I was making up excuses.”

“We’ve known each other for a while and I know when you start making excuses, it’s because you want something you think you can’t have.”

Well, damn. Your eyes shot back up to his. How in the hell did he figure that out before you did? Your mind clamored at some kind of response, but he didn’t give you a chance to. He brought his forehead to yours and his voice dropped, sending vibrations down to your core.

“Also, you know me. You trust me enough to know if you tell me to stop, I’ll stop and not be upset, right?”

You couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. Your hand slid up from his chest, around the back of his neck.

“I know. Just, don’t.”

You almost whispered the last word, before pressing your lips against his. The soft kiss soon turned desperate as one of his hands weaved through your hair and his other arm locked around your back. You rolled your hips against him, hoping to relive some of the pressure building, and what you got was a deep groan rocking through his chest. Satisfied with yourself, you smirked and let your fingers slide down his jaw and into his beard. His fingers gripped onto your hips, lifting you up, then placing you back down on his thigh. You gasped when the new friction forced your stomach into tight coils. The course hair of his beard added to the intensity as his lips attacked your neck. His hands guided your hips up and down his leg, perfectly working you up. You body fought to move faster, but he kept you at a steady pace, forcing you grind harder. One of your hands wrapped in his shirt and the other laced through his hair. He lifted his lips to you ear to whisper encouragements.

“That’s it, baby. I know you’re close. Cum for me.”

That was enough to push you over the edge. Pleasure washed over you as you whimpered out his name. He didn’t give you much time to recover when he twisted you around and laid you down on the couch. Your lips were back on each other, hungry and needy. He placed a hand on your ass, pulling your sensitive clit along the rigid outline of his hard dick. You took in a sharp breath and let your fingers sneak under the hem of his shirt.  Elias took the opportunity to sit up and take his shirt off. You whined slightly at the loss of contact, but shamelessly let your eyes rake over his body. He got his belt undone before he noticed you staring.

“It was staring at me like that, that nearly got you pinned against the ring tonight.”

A full smile bloomed across your face and you sat up to start working on getting your own outfit off,

“You should have.”

By the time you had your top off, he was back on top of you, pushing you backing onto the couch. Starting at your lips, he left a trail of kisses down your neck, into your chest, and down your stomach. When he got to your shorts, he gave them a good tug, getting them off. He locked eyes with you as he aligned himself with your entrance. Your eyes fluttered shut as he eased in. He ran his hands down your legs waiting for you to let him know you were ready. Once your muscles relaxed around him, you opened your eyes and rolled your hips. What started out as slow, deliberate movements turned into hard, fast thrusts with your legs wrapped around his. He laced his fingers with yours and pinned both of your hands above your head. A few more hard thrusts and you were losing yourself over the edge and he wasn’t far behind you.

You both sat on the couch for a few minutes, catching your breath. You were still laying on your back, and he was sitting with your legs draped in his lap. His arm was resting on your stomach while you casually toyed with his fingers. He tugged on your hand, getting you to look up at him.

“You know, you’ve always had me. I’ve been yours since the day we met.”

You laced your fingers with his and smiled,

“Well, we’re done with the excuses now.”

He gave your hand a squeeze and nodded as you sat up.

“I’ve had an idea.”

Elias cocked an eyebrow,

“About the match next week?”

“Yeah.”

“How big of a change is it?”

“Oh, it blows the original plan out of the water.”