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gf2bellamy · 1 month ago

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hello athena! i’m a big fan of your work, than you for writing and blessing my everyday life! i would like to request a fic if that is okay? spencer x reader where you know how he asks the team (mostly emily) to go watch movies to plays etc. and while all of them are like saying no reader is always down. the rest of the team tease her because she has no idea what he wants to see and googles it most times and spencer thinks she is just interested in the same things as him and doesn’t realize she is interested in HIM until like idk morgan tells him and then spence asks the reader out for real.

interest — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: nothing a/n: hiii !! hope you like this <3

Morgan leaned back in his chair, shaking his head as he watched Spencer excitedly chat about the upcoming festival he was planning to attend.

He’d been going on and on about it for days now, and it was the same story every time—how excited he was, how it was going to be a great experience, and how he was hoping one of the team members would join him.

As expected, you smiled and said yes.

The moment Spencer left, still beaming from ear to ear, Morgan watched as you pulled out your phone. Without skipping a beat, you began typing into Google, searching for more details about the event you’d just agreed to go to.

Morgan could barely suppress a laugh at how predictable it had become.

This wasn’t the first time he’d witnessed this. It had been happening for months now—Spencer would eagerly ask if you’d join him for a festival or some film screening, and you would always agree.

Spencer, with his brilliant mind and endless knowledge, had no idea. He was completely oblivious.

He honestly believed that you were agreeing to attend these events because you genuinely shared his love for obscure films or niche festivals.

But that wasn’t it at all.

No, it became glaringly obvious to Morgan that you were going with Spencer because you wanted to spend time with him—because you had feelings for him.

The more Morgan watched you, the clearer it became.

Morgan had seen it so many times now—he’d watched you research each event with such intent, absorbing every detail.

It was a bittersweet sight to watch.

Morgan sighed, a little frustrated with the whole situation. How had Spencer not noticed? It was so obvious to everyone around them—how much you two were meant to be, how much you clearly cared for each other, and how much you were both missing.

The next time it happened, Morgan had finally had enough.

He couldn't stand watching Spencer remain oblivious any longer. It was time for a conversation—one way or another. He stood up from his seat and made his way straight to Spencer’s desk during lunch.

"Reid," Morgan called as he leaned against Spencer’s desk with his arms crossed, a serious look on his face.

Spencer looked up from his files, his brow furrowing in confusion. “Hmm?”

“I need to talk to you,” Morgan said, his tone firm.

At that, Spencer dropped the pen in his hand and sat up a little straighter, his interest piqued. “What’s up?” he asked, leaning slightly back in his chair.

Morgan didn’t waste any time. “Are the two of you going out again?” he asked.

Spencer’s face lit up instantly, a wide smile spreading across his features. “Yes! We’re actually going to a—”

Morgan cut him off, unable to keep the words bottled up any longer. “You do know that she has no idea what any of this is, right?”

Spencer’s smile faltered, and he blinked at Morgan in confusion. “What?”

Morgan sighed, shaking his head in frustration. “Look, man, I see her googling everything that you talk about.”

Spencer stared at him, still slightly confused.

“The theater show you guys went to two weeks ago?” Morgan continued. “Yeah, she had no clue what it was about. She spent almost the entire afternoon googling it. She even went to Rossi, asking him about it because she figured it was a classic and he’d know more about it.”

Spencer’s face scrunched up as he processed Derek’s words. “No, I think you got that wrong. She likes—”

Morgan cut him off again, this time with more urgency. “She likes you, man. She has feelings for you. She’s not going along with this because she’s passionate about the stuff you’re into. She’s doing it because she wants to be around you—because she’s in love with you.”

The silence between them stretched for a few moments.

“Wait… what?” Spencer muttered, still in denial. “No, she wouldn’t—”

Morgan rubbed his temples in frustration. “Come on, Reid. Everyone can see it. She agrees to go to all these things with you, even though she doesn’t know the first thing about what you’re into. She looks up everything, makes sure she knows what’s going on. She doesn’t just do that for anyone. She does it because she wants to be with you, to impress you.”

Spencer opened his mouth to argue again, but Morgan could see the hesitation in his eyes now, the faint flicker of realization beginning to make its way through.

“Look, I get it,” Morgan continued, softening his tone a little. “You’re not exactly the most socially aware guy when it comes to this stuff. But you’re not blind, either. She’s been trying to get closer to you, and you’ve been letting her. If you can’t see that by now, then I don’t know what else to tell you.”

Spencer just stared at him, mouth slightly agape.

For a moment, Morgan almost felt bad for him. Almost.

“You’re not as clueless as you think you are, Reid,” he added with a small smile. “But you might want to start paying more attention.”

Morgan saw the wheels turning in Spencer's head, and he knew that hesitation was going to be his biggest obstacle. Spencer was brilliant, no doubt about it, but when it came to matters of the heart, he was as clueless as they came. Morgan gave a long, exasperated sigh and leaned in closer to Spencer's desk, locking eyes with him.

"Alright, Reid," Morgan said, his voice low but firm. "This is what you need to do."

Spencer blinked, still looking uncertain. "What? What do I need to do?"

"You need to ask her out, man. Seriously." Morgan replied as he crossed his arms.

Spencer shifted uncomfortably in his chair, and Morgan could see the nerves creeping in. He let out a breath, trying to soften his approach. "Look, I know you’re not used to this kind of thing, but you’re both grown adults. She’s not going to bite your head off, man. She wants you to ask her. And if you don’t, someone else might."

Spencer froze, his eyes widening. “Wait, someone else?”

Morgan smirked. “Yeah, someone else. The way I see it, she’s clearly interested in you, but if you don’t step up, you might just lose your chance. Don’t let someone else swoop in while you’re sitting around overthinking everything.”

Spencer went silent, his mind clearly racing.

Morgan wasn’t sure whether it was the idea of someone else showing interest in you that struck a nerve or the fact that he was now realizing just how much he might be missing.

“You need to stop waiting for the perfect moment, Reid,” Morgan added, his voice softer now. “Just ask her.”

Spencer shifted in his seat, eyes fixed on his desk as if the words were slowly sinking in. "You really think...?"

“Yeah, I do.” Morgan nodded, giving him a quick, encouraging smile.

For a moment, Spencer didn’t say anything, just stared at his hands. Morgan could tell that he was still processing everything.

Morgan gave a small, approving nod and stood up straight. “So, are you going to do it?”

Spencer looked up at him, a little more resolved now. “I… I think I will.”

Morgan slapped Spencer on the back with a grin. “Good. Now get to it, genius.”

And Spencer did.

The moment you returned from your lunch break, Spencer was already standing at your desk, looking more nervous than usual. He cleared his throat, hands slightly trembling as he shifted from foot to foot. You paused in the doorway, surprised by his presence.

“Hey, Spencer,” you said, a small smile tugging at your lips. “What’s up?”

Spencer blinked, then seemed to gather his thoughts, taking a deep breath. He’d never been good at this kind of thing.

“Um, hey,” he said, voice a little shakier than he intended. He bit his lip for a second, his mind racing. “So, I… I wanted to ask you something.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Sure, what’s up?”

Spencer hesitated for a moment, and you could see his mind working, calculating the best way to phrase it. He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again.

“You, uh… you know, the film festival we’re going to this weekend?” Spencer finally blurted out, his voice a little too loud in the otherwise quiet office. “I was thinking... maybe... we could, uh, go together? I mean, we are doing that, but... I mean, like, not just as, uh, friends, but... maybe as, you know—” He stopped himself, realizing how much he was rambling.

You blinked in confusion, trying to process his words. It was clear he was trying to get to something, but it wasn't exactly clear what that something was.

“You mean... you want to go together... as more than just friends?” you asked carefully, your heart beating a little faster now. Spencer's eyes widened, and he quickly nodded.

"Yeah. I mean, if that’s something you’d want. I—I just—" He paused, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “I’m not great at this kind of thing. But... I really like spending time with you. More than just... you know... going to events. I like you. A lot. And I... I think you might feel the same way. At least I hope you do.”

For a moment, everything went quiet.

You felt a grin tug at your lips, and you couldn’t help but let out a small, breathless laugh. “Spencer, are you trying to ask me out?”

He froze, his face turning a little pink. “Uh... yeah. I guess I am.”

You smiled warmly, leaning forward slightly. “Well, if you’re asking me on a date, then… yes, I’d love to go.”

Spencer’s eyes widened slightly, as if he hadn’t fully prepared for this outcome. You could see the gears turning in his mind, processing your words, trying to determine if he had actually heard you correctly.

Before he could overanalyze, you bit your lip, a soft chuckle escaping as you added, “And yes, Spencer, I do feel the same way.”

The way his breath hitched didn’t go unnoticed, nor did the way his hands twitched slightly—like he wasn’t sure what to do with them now that the truth was out in the open.

His lips parted, but no words came out at first. Instead, he simply stared at you, as if committing this moment to memory. Your heart swelled at the sight of his stunned expression, the nervous excitement flickering in his eyes.

Unable to resist, you reached out, gently placing a hand over his for just a second before leaning in, pressing a soft, fleeting kiss to his cheek.

The moment your lips brushed his skin, Spencer inhaled sharply, his entire body going rigid. When you pulled away, you could see the faintest hint of pink dusting his cheeks.

“I’ll see you at the festival,” you murmured with a smile, standing up and giving him one last lingering look before heading back to work.

Spencer remained frozen in place for several seconds, blinking rapidly before finally exhaling, his fingers grazing the spot where your lips had been.

Morgan, watching from across the bullpen, smirked and shook his head. “About damn time.”

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uniquexusposts · 3 months ago

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A false music degree | L. Hamilton

Summary: Lewis, Y/n and friends were having a game night. Lewis and Y/n didn't know they are in love, but their friends knew.

The living room was alive with noise, half-empty snack bowls scattered across the table, and a pile of game cards thrown haphazardly to the side. It was the kind of chaos that made the evening feel like a scene straight out of a sitcom, everyone laughing, chatting, and trying to beat each other at a game of Hitster. There were six of them in total, and once again, Lewis and Y/n found themselves ‘accidentally’ teamed up.

“This is a terrible idea,” one of their friends muttered as they shuffled the cards, clearly not impressed by the duo’s earlier antics.

“Why? We make an excellent team,” Lewis said confidently, nudging Y/n’s knee with his own under the table, a casual gesture that had somehow become their default.

Y/n rolled her eyes, pretending to be annoyed but secretly enjoying the camaraderie. “We lost the last two rounds,” she reminded him, trying to focus on the game rather than the persistent, annoying warmth she felt from his touch.

“Yeah, but we lost with style,” he shot back, his grin so wide and easy that it was almost impossible to resist.

Their friends exchanged knowing glances but remained quiet. Everyone in the room had witnessed it; the constant, subtle way Lewis and Y/n acted as if they weren’t fully aware of the chemistry between them. Like they did for the past two years. It was impossible to ignore how they seemed to end up next to each other in every game, every conversation, and how they always exchanged those little looks that spoke volumes.

“Alright, next song,” their friend finally announced, pulling a card from the deck. The music immediately started, an old-school R&B hit that no one could resist grooving to.

Lewis snapped his fingers, instantly recognising the tune. “Oh, oh, I know this one!” He turned to Y/n, as if this was the moment they’d been waiting for. “C’mon, tell me you know this.”

Y/n squinted at the phone playing the song, her brow furrowed. “I do, but… oh my god, I have no clue when it came out.” She wasn’t even sure what year this song belonged to, but there was no way she was admitting that. “I mean, was I even born? And how old would I be then?”

“You’re killing me, Y/n,” Lewis groaned dramatically, throwing himself back in his chair with exaggerated frustration.

“Hey, I thought you were the music expert!” she retorted, giving him a playful shove.

“I am, but I need teamwork, woman,” Lewis said, laughing.

The whole room seemed to stop as they leaned in closer to one another. Heads bent together, whispering possible years back and forth, exchanging guesses like they were solving a world-class mystery. It was a moment of absolute focus. Their knees, pressed against each other, a shared space that neither of them seemed inclined to move away from. Lewis’s hand rested on Y/n’s arm, his fingers absentmindedly tapping on her skin as they tried to figure out the song.

The rest of the group exchanged another round of looks, eyes widening at the pair’s unspoken connection. It wasn’t lost on anyone that their friends were now sitting at a front-row seat to what felt like the most painfully obvious romantic chemistry.

“You two done flirting or?” one of them finally muttered under their breath, the teasing tone clear, but neither Lewis nor Y/n heard it.

“2004,” Y/n blurted out, proud of herself for making a guess. “I think.”

Lewis gasped dramatically. “That’s so wrong.” He shook his head as though it was the most absurd guess possible.

“Well, what’s your guess, genius?” she challenged, already preparing for him to overestimate his own musical prowess.

“2002,” he said confidently.

Their friend flipped the card over. 2003.

The entire group erupted into laughter as Lewis and Y/n stared at each other in horror.

“I hate us,” Y/n groaned, slumping into the couch, her face burning from the embarrassment.

“I love us,” Lewis corrected, his arm casually draping over her shoulders without a second thought.

The room went eerily quiet at that, the playful atmosphere evaporating like water under the sun. The words were out there, hanging in the air like an unexpected confession. It was the kind of thing that people noticed, and yet Lewis and Y/n just stared at each other, unable to break the sudden weight that filled the space.

It took Y/n exactly three seconds to notice the heavy weight of Lewis’s arm around her. It wasn’t like it was the first time, but this time felt different. Her throat went dry, and she cleared it, eyes darting to the others in the room as she tried to find her voice.

“Uh,” she said, fidgeting awkwardly, suddenly too aware of how close they were.

Lewis blinked, glancing at his hand like he had no idea how it ended up there. His eyes flickered back to hers, his lips twitching as if he were about to say something, but nothing came out. He was equally speechless.

And then, like the complete idiots they were, they just… moved on. Pretended nothing happened. The awkward silence was quickly covered by a forced chuckle, and they picked up the next card as if nothing had shifted between them.

The game continued, but the atmosphere had undeniably changed. It wasn’t just about the playful banter anymore; it was about the unspoken tension that hung in the air, thick and undeniable. Every word between them felt charged, every glance seemed heavier, and every touch lingered just a little too long.

“So, uh, next round?” one of their friends said, clearly trying to steer the group back to normalcy.

Y/n forced a grin, trying to shake off the strange feeling that had suddenly settled over her. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s do this.”

But even as she reached for the next card, she couldn’t help but notice the small thrill that ran through her when Lewis’s knee bumped hers under the table. It was a casual gesture, something he’d done a hundred times without thinking, but this time, it felt like electricity. She quickly looked up at him from the corner of her eye. His expression was unreadable, but there was something about it that made her heart beat faster.

Another song played, and this time, their friend shot them a pointed look. “You two better get this one right. If not, I’m kicking you off the team.”

Lewis raised an eyebrow. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Watch me,” their friend teased, clearly not taking them seriously.

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh, the sound escaping before she could stop it. “Alright, alright. No pressure.”

The familiar energy of the game took over again, but this time, something was different. They both leaned in closer than they probably should have. Every instinct told them they were being ridiculous, but the way they were so easily in sync, even when they were wrong, kept pulling them closer.

“I got this,” Lewis muttered, tapping his fingers on the table, clearly pleased with his guess.

Y/n smirked. “Are you sure? You were so confident last time.”

His grin widened. “Trust me. 2010.”

Y/n paused for a moment. “2010?” She shook her head. “No way. It’s older than that.”

Lewis leaned back in his chair, watching her with that same knowing look he always had. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re wrong,” Y/n insisted, voice laced with mock seriousness. “I’m saying 2009.”

Their friend flipped the card over. “2008.”

“You are sacked,” Y/n emotionlessly said. “Contract not extended.”

A collective groan echoed around the room, and the laughter that followed was inevitable. But this time, it was different. It wasn’t just about the game anymore. It was about them; about the way they were constantly in sync, even when they didn’t want to be.

“I’m starting to think we’re just here for the comedy,” Y/n muttered, burying her face in her hands.

Lewis, on the other hand, looked entirely too pleased with himself. “Well, we’re a great team, whether we win or lose.”

And that was the problem, wasn’t it? The way they worked so well together, how they were constantly in sync without even trying. They had always joked about it, pretending it didn’t matter, pretending they weren’t the slightest bit affected by it. But now, in the quiet aftermath of their last game, it felt like they were lying to themselves.

Their friends, of course, weren’t fooled for a second.

“You know, we’re not blind,” one of them finally said, breaking the silence with a teasing tone. “You two are, like, a walking rom-com at this point.”

Y/n’s face turned bright red, and she quickly glanced over at Lewis, who suddenly found the table to be incredibly interesting.

“Shut up,” she mumbled, trying to hide her embarrassment behind a laugh.

Lewis shrugged innocently, his grin widening. “Hey, we’ve got chemistry. That’s all that matters, right?”

And as much as Y/n wanted to protest, as much as she wanted to deny that anything was happening, she couldn’t help but feel a flutter in her chest at the way he said it. Maybe they were just two idiots playing a game. Maybe they were just a couple of people who liked each other in their own messed-up way.

But deep down, she knew it was more than that.

And so did he.

The problem was, neither of them was brave enough to admit it yet.

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purplereina11 · 4 months ago

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New Signing, New Beginning Part 7

Mia Larsen was Barcelonas new summer signing

Alexia Putellas is a club legend who just can't seem to talk to her

Mia was staying with Keira the night of the El Classico, she was relaxing on her sofa watching the TV as Keira was getting the spare room ready, something she hovered to help with but was scolded so skulked away. There was some Spanish soap on the television her grandparents watched religiously, she found herself invested and if not home to catch it had them record the episode for her. She smiled at the text she got from her Gran assuring her she was recording the episode for her incase Keira didn’t watch it.

“Hey” Kiera spoke as she came into the living room, she looked at the TV “Oh god you like this too?” Keira flopped onto the sofa, “Alexia loves it, her and Lucy used to always talk about it, she used to watch it, I haven’t a clue what’s going on ever”

“Why did you not just put subtitles on?” Mia spoke like it was the most obvious suggestion and it probably was

“She wouldn’t let me, she said I would pick up Spanish better if I didn’t have them on” Mia giggled moving her head to look at Keira before her attention turned right back to the episode, “Not that has proved to be true”

“It’s nice you two are still friends”

“There was no bad blood there, we just.. ran our course I guess. Ona makes her so happy, and she’s a good person. She helps me a lot with my Spanish”

Mia hummed, “I noticed that, Aitana has the thankless task of the Catalan I’ve noticed”

“We don’t all grow up in multi lingual houses Mia” Mia smiled, “I think Aita has given up, to be fair it just wasn’t going in at all, languages has never been my thing”

“You understand a lot”

Keira nodded, “Yeah I understand it just can’t speak it” Keira pointed to the Tv, “Thought you were watching this”

“It’s fine, my gran text she’s recording it for me”

Keira swooned, “That is so adorable”

“Yeah.. she’s the best”

Both looked as there was tapping at the door, Keira furrowed her brows as Mia looked back to her silently asking are you going to get that, Keira pulled herself off the sofa and towards the door she pulled it, “Oh, hi” she smiled at Alexia at her door, Mia hadn’t turned around to see who was at the door she just snuggled under her blanket that little bit more.

She felt her body get goosebumps when she heard that voice, one she’d not heard in some time now, it had been maybe 4 days since they’re confrontation, Mia had lost count of the nights she’d laid awake replaying it over and over in her head. What she would say when Alexia made the move to make it less awkward between them again. If she had the chance. Mia had become an expert in not being where Alexia was until today.

Alexia opened her mouth to ask her question when she got the sweetest smile on her lips, “You watch this? Lucy said you hated it”

“Oh um” Keira looked and from here you couldn’t actually see Mia, “No.. Mias here, she watches it” Keira silently gained Alexia’s attention her eye contact told her to go say hello, “What did you need?”

“Oh, I needed sugar.. please”

Keira nodded, “I’ll put some in a cup”

“Gracias”

Mia sat tense whether the captain would come acknowledge her or not, she knew she was here but there conversation moved past Mia’s presence quite quickly. Mia’s chin rose to look above her, feeling her presence, her attention was fully focused on the show, Mia lowered her head back down. For a second she thought Alexia had pointedly come over to actively ignore her, “Hola” her voice was timid, Alexia was fearful she’d get the angry face from Mia that had played on repeat in her dreams.

Mia swallowed, “Hola” that came out quieter than she intended, Mia found herself wanting to make small talk but she figured she’d let Alexia fill the silence, she obviously came over for a reason. Maybe actually mustering up the courage to apologise, who knows.

Alexia glanced as Keira appeared with a cup, “Gracias” Alexia stared at the sugar in the cup, “You were great today”

“Thank you” Mia spoke softly, Alexia waited for her to say something else, smile at her, just even acknowledge she was stood behind her but she never. Alexia admitted defeat despite her abysmal attempt and retreated back to her apartment a few floors up.

“Mia” Keira said softly as she sat back down

“I know i did wrong but she started it”

“Are you 12?”

Mia smiled, “No, but she loves reminding me she’s the captain so she can make this right that’s what a captain should do”

Mia was fiddling with her shorts as she walked down the corridor, “Bon Dia” she rose her head and Alexia was right in front of her. Alexia smiled ever so slightly, she really wanted to make amends with Mia but she just didn’t know where to start with it.

“Bon Dia” Mia lowered her head again and went walking straight by her, Alexia took a breath turned grabbed her hand before Mia even knew what was happening she found herself in the meeting room door shut and Alexia blocking the exit. “I’m not doing this with you again”

“Sit down”

“No” Mia fought back, “Why should I sit down?”

“Sit” Alexia rose her voice slamming the chair back out from under the table, “Down”

The girls in the locker room next door fell silent hearing Alexia raise her voice, Keira swallowed there was only one person Alexia would speak to like that. There was only one other person missing.

“Sitting down isn’t going to happen, what, do you want” Mia had her back up, and rightfully so here Alexia was speaking to her like shit again. Mia could feel all these emotions swirling around her body as they stood silently neither making a move Alexia looking everywhere but her as she searched for some words to say.

Mia silently urged Alexia just to make this right, apologise, do something because holding her hostage in the meeting room wasn’t achieving anything. It was pointless. Futile. Fruitless. It was getting them no where. It wasn’t achieving anything. It was just building more anger and resentment towards the captain on Mias part.

“This is stupid” Mia moved by Alexia, she didn’t mean to bump into her as she opened the door.

“Stop” Alexia slammed the door back shut, turning Mias body to face her. They were incredibly close, Alexia could feel Mia’s breath. She was lost in every sense Mia was infiltrating. Her touch, her smell, her sight. The words weren’t coming yet again and she could feel Mias anger building again.

“Say something then” Mia whispered into the smallest gap between them, Alexia practically pushing her against the door.

“Please, just, sit down”

Mia put her hands on Alexia’s stomach forcing some distance, “That’s not what you needed to say” Mia slipped out the door making sure to slam it, the girls in the locker room heard the door slam followed by something clattering. Alexia had kicked a chair. Mia appeared in view walking straight through the locker room.

“Mia” Keira spoke getting to her feet

“I’m fine” Simply stated before heading out to the gym for today’s recovery session. It was Keira and Ingrid that went after her.

Alexia was noticeably missing for some time, she arrived finally her eyes scanning to see where Mia was. She was tucked in the corner on the treadmill, Pere talking to her, she didn’t say a word however. She was just nodding, she got a little smile towards the end.

Alexia plonked herself down between Mapi and Patri to began stretching, “I need your help” she directed at Patri, “I” Alexia looked to Patri and to Patri, her friend looked anguished. “I don’t know what to do, I keep making it worse.” The pain in Alexia’s face and voice was evident, the spaniard clearly torn apart about the way her friendship or lack there of with Mia was going.

“What happened?”

“I pulled her into the office, she wouldn’t sit down” Alexia looked like she was almost going to have a panic attack recounting the story.

“You shoved her into a door?” Patri asked

Alexia’s head dropped, “She’s never going to forgive me”

Patri put her hands on the captain’s neck yanking her to kiss her temple, “You need to speak to her, she’s just a person Ale why do you find it so hard to just speak to her”

Alexia shrugged, she knew she’d finally figured it out, but she would never get the opportunity to explain to Mia she doubted now.

Alexia sat nervously in the restaurant waiting on an arrival, Patri told her to be here and she’d get Mia here. Alexia looked at the time and she should have been here by now, maybe she’d arrived seen it wasn’t in-fact Patri she was meeting and just left.

Her head rose and she froze much like Mia had, their eyes locked over the restaurant, Mia instantly knew. Her dinner date wasn’t Patri. It was Alexia all along. She did think it was odd the restaurant choice Patri had suggested but it became clearer. A waiter approached Mia as Alexia rose to her feet, she told him with a smile she was meeting a friend and she’d seen her. That smile quickly dropped however as she began closing the distance to the table way at the back Alexia stood awkwardly.

“Buenas Noches” Alexia said softly watching as Mia took her seat, she lowering herself back down. She hoped they could work this out.

Mia placed her bag on the floor took off her jacket and poured herself a glass of water, Alexia felt it was a good start she’d at least stayed. It was a good sign.

“Don’t blame Patri”

Mia sipped her water finally looking at Alexia, “Who else am i to blame?”

Alexia shrugged, “Me i guess, I asked her to get you here so we could talk” Mia simply nodded as her glass was lowered back to the table

“Talk then” Mias attitude wasn’t helping Alexia’s sweaty palms but she knew it was justified. She had to ignore it. She needed to start the ball rolling tonight in making this amends with Mia.

“I don’t know how to speak to you” Alexia just started if she over thought what she was going to say or how to say it, it wouldn’t come out, “And I know it sounds stupid because we’ve had conversations but” Alexia stuttered slightly, “I feel like.. you are the only person that’s ever come here that when you look at me you aren’t looking at Alexia Putellas, you’re looking at.. me” Mia lowered her gaze, “I’m not used to that, and it makes me feel vulnerable around you. I don’t let myself be vulnerable around many people especially people i’ve just met. It scares me. And. I don’t know why but my natural reaction is to just be mean to you and i don’t know why. And i hate myself for it, i really wish i wouldn’t do that”

Mia rose her eyes back to Alexia’s as they were interrupted, Alexia ordered the wine she knew Mia liked when asked about food Alexia checked Mia knew what she wanted and they ordered. Mia sat back looking around the restaurant she’d never been here before, she looked back to Alexia. “Me to”

Alexia swallowed, “I’m sorry”

Mia softened almost instantly, she didn’t speak as the waiter brought over their wine and poured them each a glass, Mia gladly sipped hers needing the courage. She watched as Alexia looked past her out into the restaurant, Mia didn’t know how it got to this and maybe her avoiding Alexia only proved to deepen the tensions. “I don’t actually think your a dick by the way” Alexia moved her eyes to Mia, “Maybe a little bit but id had quite a bit to drink and i was out of order, i shouldn’t of spoken to you like that ever let alone in-front of the team”

Alexia let herself curl her lips ever so slightly, “I don’t even know what you mean by dick”

Mia lowered her head as she smiled, “In England we use it as an insult or to describe someone who’s being not very nice or aren’t nice, it’s a harsher way of saying jerk basically”

Alexia lifted her chin briefly now understanding, “Well as you say, I was being, a dick” Mia laughed, “What’s funny?”

“Just your accent when you speak English” Alexia tilted her head, “It’s cute” Alexia blushed, this was going better than Alexia thought it would be, even if Mias laugh was at her expense. Mia silently tore off some bread as she chewed she felt maybe she owed it to Alexia to tell her the truth. “You know when you asked me what Olga wanted”

“That was none of my business i shouldn’t of asked”

“It sort of is your business” Alexia’s face pulled in confusion, “As Captain… she wants me at Madrid”

“What?”

Mia shrugged, “She said if i say the word Toril would put an offer in in the January window”

“You want to go?” Mia simply shook her head eating some more bread, “Did you say that?”

Mia nodded, “Despite it appears it’s your life’s mission to make me hate it here, I like it, i enjoy the football”

“I am sorry”

Mia nodded finally making eye contact, “I know. But, we’ve been here before”

Alexia knew her apology was appreciated but she also knew her actions from here on out would speak louder. She needed to not let herself try to push Mia away just because she was infatuated with her in a way she never had with someone before. Mia was different. She knew that. She knew she’d be punching to even attempt to pursue Mia but the way she’d been behaving, it was never going to happen.

Patri had told Alexia Mia thought she was attractive. It gave Alexia hope.

“You do realise your now down a midfielder” Alexia rose her head from dipping her bread, “I’m going to kill Patri”

Alexia smiled, “I made her do it”

Mia hummed, “Bet the capitana line came out” Mia rose her eyes, “Am i really that scary to you that you couldn’t just speak to me”

Alexia shook her head, “You make me nervous”

Mias forehead wrinkled in response, “Why?”

Alexia shrugged, “Everyone else always seems to be so impressed by Alexia Putellas, you don’t” I feel not good enough is what Alexia missed off the end of her sentence.

“I am impressed by you, of course i am all you’ve achieved and what you can do. But i understand there’s a person behind all that, one that deserves just as much acknowledgment. I want to know you Alexia, not ‘Alexia Puetellas’ even though she is pretty cool” Alexia rose her eyes, “If that makes you nervous i’m sorry but you’re going to have to get over it, because clearly just not speaking isn’t something you want either”

Alexia laughed softly, “Why do i feel like i got you here to sort things and you ended up being the one to fix it”

“Because i’m just that amazing” Mia smiled sitting back sipping her wine, “Plus i need you on my side when I punch Patri tomorrow”

“I’ll hold her if you want” Alexia joked making Mia’s smile even bigger, “Although.. seems it was worth it”

Mia nodded as she spotted there food coming over, “Seems it”

Mia let Alexia come back to her grandparents in the taxi they stayed in the restaurant just talking for hours, Mia’s cheeks hurt from the smile Alexia kept on her face all evening, she was funny. Unintentionally witty and incredibly charming. If Mia wasn’t mistaken she could have sworn at one point they were gently flirting with each other, the ride to her grandparents home was held in a comfortable silence.

Mia unlocked the door and flicked on a light as she walked into the bungalow dropping her bag and keys on the table to her right she had breakfast at every morning, Alexia dipped her head as she followed her inside, closing the door behind herself. She took in her environment she smiled, it screamed grandparents, family pictures scattered around the space, “I’ll be back, make yourself comfy if you want”

Alexia simply nodded as Mia disappeared off into a room off the kitchen, she let her eyes scan around, her lips tugged seeing Mia’s picture the club took in her kit on her first day, framed on the mantel piece one side. Alexia let her feet carry herself to the opposite side, she scanned the family picture, she instantly spotted Mia big smile on her face flanked by Alexia knew were her parents she was the perfect mix of both. Alexia carried on wandering, looking at more pictures of the grandchildren, nearly all Mia’s pictures were football related, she either had on a football shirt, or a football was visible in the picture.

Alexia rose her eyes as Mia reappeared opening the fridge, “You were a cute kid” Alexia commented, Mia smiled as she got two bottles of water out of the fridge, closing the door coming towards her holding one to her.

“Thanks” she tittered at the comment

“Why is that funny?” Mia just shrugged, opening her water, “And you say I’m weird”

“No.. I say you’re awkward” Mia swigged some of the water, “You want to go sit by the pool?”

“You have a pool?” Alexia asked, Mia started walking backwards

“Follow me La Reina” Mia turned, she got to a door soon enough opening it to a rather large back garden considering the quaint size of the bungalow. Alexia shut the door behind her self as she saw Mia was already lowering her self to sit on the edge of the pool her feet dipping into the water. Mia spoke as Alexia silently joined her, “I like to sit here” she pointed up, “You get a real good view of the stars” Alexia watched Mia as she stared up at the sky clearly mesmerised, “You never saw this many stars in London” There was a subtle curve of Mia’s lips as she kept her gaze on the night sky, unaware how Alexia was admiring her taking in every inch of her, relishing in the interrupt view “My dad loved space, he was always so intrigued by it, he’d sit for hours at his telescope just looking. He never really liked football, but that was the thing we could talk about, instead of watching a game together we’d go look at the stars together” Mia laughed gently to herself at the memory, “Mum would hate how many space documentaries we’d watch, one Sunday he promised it would be finished before Barcelona played, it didn’t. She missed the first half, she was so angry she refused to cook dinner.” Mia swallowed as she seemed to catch herself, she glanced seeing Alexia watching her and lowered her gaze, “Anyway, you didn’t come here to listen to me witter on about space”

“I like listening to you.. it’s cute when you speak English” Alexia smiled proudly when Mia rolled her eyes shaking her head

“I’ll push you in the pool”

“You wouldn’t dare”

Mia looked to Alexia a playful glint in her eye, “You clearly don’t know me very well”

“You’d actually push me in the pool”

Mia smiled as the water bottle came to her lips humming as she nodded before taking a sip.

“When you think you know someone” Alexia jokingly shook her head, before she knew it. She was in the pool, Mia on the side laughing at her as she popped back up.

Mia was laughing it soon faded when she saw Alexia’s face, “No, don’t even think about it” Mia pointed at her, “Alexia” Mia couldn’t help but laugh when Alexia took hold of an ankle. “I’m sorry”

“Oh well” Alexia took her hand and pulled her in to.

Alexia was laughing when Mia appeared back through the top of the water, it was a beautiful sound Mia could listen to it forever. It faded when they realised just how close they were floating. Mia’s favourite thing about Alexia was quickly becoming her eyes, her dark brown eyes that always seemed to draw her in. Even when Alexia had nothing nice to say they were the softest part of her. They’d change colour in the sun and become brighter, they’d glint when she was feeling cheeky.

Mia got goosebumps when Alexia’s arm slipped around her waist gently gripping her waist as she helped hold her up, it was an excuse to be closer in truth. Mia slipped her arms around her neck and they held each other silently for what felt like an eternity. But it still felt not long enough when Mia felt Alexia start to pull away, she smiled feeling her peck her check. Mia let her arms fall her hands resting on Alexia’s strong shoulders instead she spotted Alexia swallow a nervous lump in her throat. Mia whispered when Alexia’s eyes trained to her lips, “What you waiting for?” Alexia’s eyes shot back to Mia’s own, “Mapi isn’t coming”

Alexia let a simple breath push out in amusement, a warm feeling washed through Mia as Alexia came closer, it felt like fireworks going off inside her as her face leaned in closer. Their lips brushed together, tentatively. It was brief, sweet, innocent and she expected nothing less from the awkward Alexia. She’d felt Alexia’s shoulders relax under her fingertips the second their lips brushed, Alexia had been imagining this moment since the day they met. The way Mia’s lips would feel against their own, how her body would feel against the brits. It was everything and more than she imagined.

Alexia cleared her rambling thoughts her lips still painfully close to Mia’s that one simple kiss wasn’t enough. Her heart raced as she reconnected there lips, Mias body setting on fire as there lips moved in perfect synchronicity body’s pushing together as her back gently touched against the wall of the pool. The cold forcing her chest forward in an attempt to relieve the sting of the cold. She let her hands come to Alexia’s jawline when Alexia used one hand to hold her self up the other still around Mia. It may of been a slow kiss but it certainly was intense.

Mia licked her lips when they parted, both their breathing was unsteady and fast, they didn’t speak neither wanting to pop the bubble of bliss they were in. Alexia’s thumb was slowly moving up and down on her waist as there breathing was slowly becoming under control.

Mia spoke first, “Shall we um” she started when she saw Alexia’s jaw chatter very briefly, “Shall we get out, it’s a bit cold” Alexia nodded, she reluctantly removed her arm from around Mia and without her body against her own her jaw now had a mind of its own. The heat of Mia or between them no longer shielding just how cold this pool was.

Alexia hovered at the door, Mia looked back when she didn’t follow, “I’m dripping everywhere”

Mia smiled, “Your fine, it’s tiles it’ll dry” Mia kept going, she headed to the bathroom to grab them some towels. She smiled when she came back and Alexia still wasn’t inside. “Alexia you’re going to get sick just come inside” Mia put the towel around Alexia, “Please” Mia smiled when Alexia slipped by her into the home.

Mia showed Alexia her room, got her some dry clothes out and offered her the hairdryer she left her to it whilst she used her grandparents room to change out the wet clothes.

Alexia came out Mias room in a pair of her barcelona shorts and a plain grey jumper to see Mia already on the sofa the soft light of her phone lighting her face. She looked when she heard Alexia, “You, sticking around or do you want me to drive you home?”

“I’ll get a taxi”

“You’re not getting a taxi, you’ll either stay here or i take you home”

“Sorry, who’s captain?”

“My house” Mia rose to her feet with a smile, “My rules” Alexia got a smile like Mia hadn’t seen before, was this the Alexia everyone else got because if they did she was incredibly jealous. She was hot. “What you doing Putellas?”

“I’m not dragging you out it’s late”

“Ok” Mia glided by Alexia whose smile just got bigger, “No funny business though, i’m not that easy” Alexia laughed and as she turned Mia stood staring. “Why is that so funny?” Alexia shrugged, “You’ve been talking to Keira haven’t you?”

Mia got into bed moving over to the other side next to the wall, she tried to hide how amused she was with how awkward Alexia was being about the situation. It was just adorable. “I haven’t” Alexia lay flat on her back, stiff as a board, “Should i?”

“You could just ask me” Alexia turned her head to Mia and Mia was just honest, “I’ve had three relationships”

“Why did they end?”

“First one, just ran its course we were young, second, she moved to Germany for football so we ended that, Third that’s the one that Keira would say sent me spiral into ‘Fuck buddy era’ that we won’t count or get into”

Alexia turned onto her side, the casual conversation easing her into there wasn't an expectation, “Why?”

“She was 10 years older than me, based in America but it worked somehow. Til it didn’t when she asked me to marry her”

Alexia looked over Mia’s face, “Well the fact your not married tells me how that ended”

Mia smiled turning to her, “I said no, and that was that. Rather abrupt way to end something i was quite happy in but i was 24, i wasn’t ready for that and she obviously was being older.” Mia laughed softly to herself, “You know what they say to get over someone get under someone else, i sure did that” Mia looked away, “Don’t even know why I’m telling you that doesn’t paint me in a good way”

Alexia smiled softly, “Your just being honest, who am i to judge” Alexia took a breathe, “I’ve not dated in 5 years”

Mia looked to Alexia, “Not to ruin this moment but you not dating is a hate crime to all the gay women of Barcelona” Alexia thankfully smiled, “You get how hot you are right?” Alexia’s smile grew, “I’m being serious” Mia giggled, “Answer me”

“You think i’m hot?”

“I know Patri told you, that women can’t keep a secret unless it’s about who she’s sleeping with then she’s surprisingly quiet on the matter”

“Patri’s seeing someone” Mia’s eyes went a little wide, “Mia!”

“Buenas noches dulces sueños” Mia turned to face the wall smiling hearing Alexia laughing softly.

“I won’t say come on”

“No”

“Mia” Alexia reached forward and Mia squirmed under her touch, “Are you ticklish?”

“No”

Alexia laughed as she tickled Mia her body trying to get away but the wall blocking her route, Mia ended up on her back directly below Alexia’s gaze. “Tell me”

“No”

“Mia”

“Stop” Mia laughed grabbing at Alexia’s hand, she finally let Mia prize it off her but only because their fingers laced. “If you watch her, you’ll figure it out” Alexia furrowed her brows, “Watch her, all i’m saying”

The pair spoke some more before Mia was slowly falling asleep, she woke in the night and Alexia was wrapped around her. She smiled and let herself go back to sleep, in the comfort of Alexia’s strong arms.

It was match day as Mia entered the locker room Patri made a beeline for her, “Well?”

“Well what?” Mia looked up at her as she sat down

“What happened?” Patri looked awkward as Alexia entered the room.

“As if i’d tell you” Alexia took her spot beside her, “Liar”

Patri put both hands on either of Mia’s cheek, “I’ll find out, I always do”

“Big talk from someone with big secrets”

Patri narrowed her eyes and walked away, “I’m watching you”

“Enjoy the view my love” Mia pouted a kiss at her as she took her seat the other end of the locker room.

Mia felt nervous her and Alexia had been here before, today would be the day to see if they’d actually turned a corner or not.

Mia lowered her head as they started to hover to come out for the warm up, Alexia chose to stand beside her which she never did. “I’m serious” Alexia spoke hushed, “I want that pan cake recipe” Mia lifted her head and smiled, “They were good” Mia made Alexia pancakes in her Grandparents as Alexia sat patiently at the table watching her,

“I know, you had 5” Alexia couldn’t wipe the smile off her face as they jogged out for the warm up.

Alexia turned jogging backwards, “You promised you wouldn’t judge”

Mia mimicked the coach doing the warm ups, “No judgement just pointing it out”

Mia was starting today’s game, it was 20 minutes in and Barcelona were three nil up when she was pushing forward with the ball once again.

Mia was tackled and the whole stadium stood still.

The thud was sickening the cry she let out sent chills down everyone’s spines. Alexia sprinted over to her, “Mia” she got onto her knees hand on her back, “Mia..”

“I think she’s broke my ankle”

Alexia moved when the medical team got to her, she walked away visibly worried, “Is she ok?” Keira asked

“She said she thinks she’s broke her ankle” Alexia said before moving back to hover worried for her, she couldn't just leave her side. She needed to be there for her.

Surely Mia’s season couldn’t be over just like that. It wasn’t fair. The team spent a long time with Mia before the signal was shown to sub her off and Alexia’s heart dropped seeing Mia’s face when she sat up. She looked devastated, players just knew when something was bad. It’s only a feeling players who’d gotten hurt know. It was the feeling they all dread.

When Mia was in the back she let her emotions out, hiding her face in her shirt as she cried this wasn’t suppose to be how it went, she’d had a dream start to life at Barcelona. It couldn’t all end like this. She heard a cheer go up, Barcelona were clearly fine without her scoring multiple more times. That fourth goal, Alexia scored.

She held up one finger on one hand and five on the other.

15 for Mia.

She had to be ok, she just had to be. There was no way around it.

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Crayon Confessions – njm

‣ pairing: na jaemin x reader

‣ genre: fluff, f2l/co'workers'-to-lovers

‣ wc: 2.2k

‣ summary: You have two weaknesses—Gojo and men with kids… and you guess, Jaemin. That would make it three, but he falls under that second category; alternatively, in which you weren’t really planning on developing feelings for Na Jaemin but seeing him work with kids all the time at the local community centre is making it damn hard not to.

‣ warnings: genuinely don't think there's anything, low-key rushed ending

‣ an: this is honestly not my best but FINALLY MY LAST PART OF THE SERIES IM CELEBRATING YIPEEEEEE—yes i know this is set in december and its now may but it's bc this was supposed to be posted during the holidays 😭 my dumbass overestimated my capabilities and school got in the way but all that matters is that i actually finished a 12 part series?? patting myself on the back,, ANYWAYS to those who actually followed my series I thank you so much. PLS ENJOY THIS! <33

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You have two weaknesses—Gojo and men with kids. And within the past few months, Na Jaemin has been fighting his way to the top of that list despite (technically) fitting under that second category.

The more time you spent with him, the more you were able to make out that Jaemin obviously wanted to make a name for himself rather than being lumped into a handful of men—and you didn’t like it.

You’ve only known the guy just shy of six months, having chosen to volunteer at the community centre since July, and he’s managed to shimmy his way into your life like it was his purpose. And it makes you angry because he was perfect—perhaps as perfect as the dozens of fictional men you’ve crushed on.

Only Jaemin wasn’t fictional.

In fact, he was sitting two tables away from you, helping the kids spell out the words they needed to include in the holiday greetings cards.

“You’re staring again.”

Giselle presses her lips into a tight line to keep her laugh from bursting out.

Your eyes widened, trying to recollect yourself when you realized that you were, in fact, staring at Jaemin, “Was I being obvious?”

Giselle hums, tilting her head to muster up an answer, “Mm… a little?”

“Not a little. A lot.”

You and Giselle turn to Lily, one of the kids you’ve both grown close to over the past few months. You raise a brow at her, “Aren’t you supposed to be making these cards?”

Lily snickers and goes back to her given task of colouring a poorly printed Santa Claus. You turn back to Giselle, who’s already offering an apologetic look because kids are blunt.

“Okay, you were more than a little bit obvious but that boy was too oblivious to notice,” she shrugs, “I think, at least.” Giselle taps the pile of finished cards against the table to line them all up before placing them again at the centre of the table.

You groan, tempted to bang your head against the shared table in front of you. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

“I’m not,” Giselle snorts, “But I really don’t think he saw you. He’s too busy with the kids.” She nods her head in Jaemin’s direction and your eyes follow without a second thought.

The sight was one you’ve seen countless times yet it still makes you swoon every time you lay eyes on the scene. Jaemin’s perfect smile is etched on his face as he leans over one of the youngest kids, fixing the way the boy is holding the marker. The boy lets out a little giggle, reciprocating the smile on the elder’s face.

“Look away before you lose yourself again,” Giselle teases, using her index finger to turn your face away from Jaemin’s direction. Giselle immediately notices the way a look of sheepishness replaces your charmed expression. She pats your shoulder, almost coming in the form of a push, “I bet if you asked him out he would say yes.”

“I’ll only ask him out if I’m sure he likes me back,” you whisper. “I have literal receipts of clues that he does like you back,” Giselle threatens to pull her phone out despite your organizer discouraging the use of any devices during the shifts.

You shake your head, head mentally raking through all the times you Jaemin had made you feel like sinking into the hard cold cement. “Those were just times I was overthinking everything… I’m sure he’s just naturally nice.”

“Well, he is naturally nice,” Giselle nods, “But you can’t tell me that all the things he’s done were done solely to be nice.” Giselle leans back on her chair and narrows her eyes at you, “He’s too old to be on Santa’s list anyway.”

“I don’t consider holding the door open for me and bringing me hot chocolate that one time as clues.”

One of the other little girls pushes an unfinished piece of paper and the small baby safety scissors your way. By reflex, you pick it up from where she started having trouble, snipping away the excess paper before handing it back for her to glue onto construction paper.

“How about that one time he walked you home?”

“He said he was going to his grandma’s—” you counter.

“Could’ve been an excuse,” Giselle shrugs, “Real reason could be he wanted to spend time with you without having to ask for it.”

“I was wrong. I think you’re the delusional one here,” you narrow your eyes and tap your feet against the floor underneath you. Jaemin was Jaemin. Soon after meeting him, you caught on to the fact that he was naturally playful, almost coming off as a flirt to everyone he encountered.

“I’m not being delusional,” Giselle rolls her eyes and leans in closer to you so that whatever comes out of her mouth next can’t be heard by anyone around you, “Do you want me to list everything that’s happened between him and you over the past few months? ‘Cause you’re asking for it.”

You shake your head, already knowing which ones she’d list. Giselle already told you that if she could, she’d make a PowerPoint presentation of Top 10 Jaemin and Y/N Moments for fun, but you were lucky that she had been swamped in both school and volunteer work to even start it.

“You’re acting like I’m not the one who’s told you these things,” you blink, “And like I said, any of them could be a product of delusion.”

Giselle peeks over at you through the corners of her eyes and smirks, “Oh, but there are ones that you haven’t seen that I have…”

And just like that, Giselle has all of your attention. It’s like she’s grasping it with the tips of her fingers, playing with it to tease you.

“Like?” You gesture for her to begin, not wanting to waste a single passing second.

Another kid at the table holds up her card for Giselle to see, “Miss Giselle, how does it look?”

Giselle’s eyes light up and she smiles, “I love how you coloured the tree, Nari! Do you need help cutting it out?”

Nari shakes her head, “I’ll try myself first.”

Giselle nods, “Sounds good to me!” Then once she’s sure that Nari is back and busy with the paper tree, she turns back to you, “Do you want it in chronological order?”

Your brows furrow, “It doesn’t matter to me.”

She hums and begins, “You know how you came when me and Jaemin have already been here for a little while?”

You nod.

“Well, Jaemin, every single day since we both started, kept his things in that one corner locker. He told me once he hated the other lockers with a passion but never really told me why. It was actually hilarious because there was one shift when Jisung came earlier than he did and he snatched it before Jaemin and Jaemin told him off,” Giselle snorted, recalling the memory, “It was stupid. I remember telling Jaemin to let the boy be, but he was… territorial? I don’t know how to word it.”

“Where are you going with this?” you say impatiently.

“I’m getting there,” she huffs, “Anyway, when you came, you were stuck with that one locker at the top, right?”

You nod again.

“I remember you kept complaining to me about hating the locker—”

“It was too high for me to even reach the hook!” You say.

“I know, but that’s beside the point,” Giselle laughs, “My point is the very next day, Jaemin came early for the shift and instead of taking that corner locker, he claimed that top locker despite his usual one being free. It’s been that way ever since. Now you always take that corner one.”

“And?”

“What do you mean ‘And?’” Giselle’s jaw drops, “Don’t you see? He was territorial over a damn locker and when you came along, he went out of his way to move lockers just because he saw you were struggling with the top one.” “He’s just being ni—”

“Do I need to remind you that Ningning, who’s shorter than you, literally complained about the same thing and he didn’t do shi—” Giselle catches herself from swearing, remembering the setting, “—Anything to help her?”

You don’t reply and Giselle takes this as a sign to continue, “Then, there have been those days you come to a shift tired because you’ve been awake since dawn because of your eight AMs, right?” You don’t do anything but blink and Giselle continues, “I’ve seen that man go out of his way to take up some of your harder tasks just so your shift is easier and you can relax. But when I come to the shifts tired and you’re not there and he is, he just laughs in my face!”

You laugh because it just sounds like Giselle’s taking this as an opportunity to rant to you about her playful rivalry with Jaemin.

“Don’t laugh! Can’t you see where I’m going with my examples?” she whines, “I know you’re smart, Y/N!”

You shake your head, “I need you to explain it more bluntly, Gi.”

Giselle facepalms, a sigh flying out of her lips, “What I’m saying is that Jaemin pays attention to you more than you think… he treats you a hundred times better than any of us but, obviously, you’re too blind to see it because you’re still hung up on the idea that he’s just ‘being nice’.”

You swallow a pool of spit you didn’t even know was sitting in your mouth and you process your friend’s explanation. The idea of the possibility of Jaemin actually liking you back was something you thought about once in a while, but it was usually in your bed right before you went to sleep giggling. Never did these thoughts appear in broad daylight, much less with Jaemin sitting just yards away.

The thought tickles your stomach and you wanna say something to Giselle, though you’re unsure what. And before you could bring yourself to open your mouth, you felt a light tap against your shoulder.

“Miss Y/N?”

You’re punted out of your thoughts when one of the little boys from Jaemin’s table appears to your left, entering your line of sight.

“Hi, Junnie! What’s up?” you bend down slightly at the waist, eyeing the card and the crayon he’s holding in his hand.

He makes no effort to say anything else. Instead, he holds out the two items in his small hands, waiting for you to take them. When you gently do, he takes a step back, holding his arms behind his back to watch you read the card.

The front of the card was just a normal card, the greeting ‘Happy Holidays’ written on the front in a child’s handwriting in red and green crayon. Underneath the words was a Christmas tree, glued on there by, who you assumed was, Junnie.

Then, when you open it, your heart skips a beat and a half.

In crayon, in messy yet very cute writing you read:

Are you a Christmas tree?

Because I'm really pining fir you!

Dinner date?

“It’s from Mister Jaemin,” Junnie says from behind the card. He’s teetering on the balls of his feet, cheeks being pushed up by his smile.

Your heart is now pounding against your chest because it is all playing out perfectly, like how it would in a movie. With Giselle telling you things you’ve never noticed before, to you denying, and now Junnie was just sent by Jaemin to send you this cute little letter to confess to you—you’re not sure how to react.

“Oh, really?” you question.

“Really?” Giselle gasps from next to you.

Your eyes immediately dart across the room and to the mentioned boy, who’s awfully pretending to busy himself with the scraps of paper littering the table.

“What’s your answer?” Junnie questions.

Embarrassingly, you don’t even hesitate to scribble down your answer underneath the question. Handing it back to Junnie, you wave for him to come closer and you bring your mouth up to his ear, “Can you help me play a small trick on Mister Jaemin?”

Junnie nods, a mischievous smile appearing almost instantly on his face.

“When you go over there to give him this, I want you to pretend to be sad, okay? Make him think it’s not a yes.”

Junnie struggles to contain his smile before nodding once more, then turns to make his way back to Jaemin.

You follow the young boy with your eyes, watching as he does his very best to maintain a poker face. You watch as Jaemin turns to him, a look of confusion surfacing his face when he sees that Junnie is not smiling like he had anticipated and you can’t help but snicker.

The moment Junnie’s within hearing vicinity, Jaemin says something to him that you obviously couldn’t hear. Junnie glances back at you and then reveals your answer to Jaemin and you know he’s done it the second Jaemin’s face lights up.

You chuckle as Jaemin looks up at you, his face breaking into a wide smile. He waves at you shyly, like a bashful kid, before silently mouthing, "Tomorrow?"

You nod, warmth spreading across your cheeks. Giselle makes a comment over your shoulder but you don’t quite catch it, the cells in your body buzzing in excitement.

Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.

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an: 12/12!! This was poorly proofread so I'm sorry if there are any grammatical errors or mistakes but I wanted to finish this so I can work on other wips!! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED READING THIS,, THANK YOU!

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cheolaholic · 8 months ago

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ring of love; csc (07)

summary; agreeing to join vernon spectate an underground boxing match wasn't how you'd expect to spend your friday night. you also didn't expect to see seungcheol, someone you've lost contact with for years, become a part of the ring.

modern! au • boxer! au • hhu focused • multiple kinds of tropes • fluff, angst, smut

a/n;; im gonna be honest, i had no clue as to how im gonna write chapter 7 so i took a short break. that ended with me diving head first into love and deepspace which now has led me to a new obsession – Sylus. if you saw that post i made abt LNDS a few weeks ago, that has manifested into a side blog @chaeriescola where i’ll be posting my-non kpop related fics (read: Sylus & Zayne brainrot) also, i’m on Patreon now !! if you join my Patreon, you’ll get early access to the fics (a week early before they get posted on tumblr & ao3), exclusive bonus content, sneak peeks of other projects etc. if you’d like these special treats, feel free to join 👀 enough of me yapping, onto the fic~

Seungcheol wasn’t exactly sure what he was expecting when he tasked Mingyu and Vernon to look after you – considering how they both absolutely suck at understanding the whole “look after ___ for me but, don’t let her catch you” concept. He’s seen them tail behind you, possibly raising concerns in some students and staff whether they were stalking you from the moment they spotted you.

coups: can’t you two be more discreet? coups: you both look like you’re the worst stalkers gameboi: ? tallgyu: I think we’re doing a good job alien-non: yea, she hasn’t noticed us gameboi: you really got Mingyu and Hansol to tail after ___? gameboi: no offense to all 3 of you gameboi: but Hansol’s logic is practically gone if Mingyu’s leading tallgyu: HEY alien-non: I suggested we wear disguises but Mingyu didn’t want to! tallgyu: those weirdly shaped sunglasses are way too obvious coups: what you’re doing now is way more obvious! tallgyu: she hasn’t noticed us tallgyu: it’s fine hyung coups: Vernon alien-non: yes coups: you know how aware ___ is of her surroundings coups: she’s probably already spotted you both gameboi: but chose not to say anything

As if on cue, when they both turned a corner, they were both startled to come face-to-face with you, arms crossed, staring right at them.

“You’ve both been following me for the past hours, can I help you?” you ask, eyes narrowing when they both exchange a look.

“Well…” Mingyu started, “We… We just wanted to make sure you didn’t get lost…?”

Vernon mentally facepalms at Mingyu’s response while you scrunch your eyebrows in confusion, “To make sure I wouldn’t get lost…? On a campus I’ve been attending for at least 2 years…?”

“Seungcheol hyung wanted us to look after you,” Vernon confesses, “I don’t know why, but he just told us to keep an eye on you.”

“And, so, you’ve decided to follow me around?”

“Mingyu was the one who suggested it…”

“You both would make terrible secret agents…” Seungcheol mumbled as he came up behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he sent glares to the two younger males. “Cheol, I’m a big girl now – I can handle myself!”

“I know, I know,” he admits, “And, I’m sorry, pup-”

“Pup? You call her ‘pup’?” Your ears burned red at Mingyu’s question, forgetting that not everyone grew up with you and Seungcheol or knowing the reason that he calls you that.

“It’s a nickname I gave her while we were growing up,” Seungcheol answers, “And, it stuck with her since.”

“She grew up with you? Oh, you poor thing,” Mingyu faked cries as he pulls you into an embrace, “He must’ve picked on you non-stop.”

“Actually, he didn’t pick on me.” The taller male pulls away, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion at your answer. “He stood for me and may or may not have threatened the people that did pick on me.” He looks at Seungcheol with a look of betrayal, “That’s not fair! Why does she get special treatment while you keep picking on me!?”

Seungcheol pries Mingyu away from you, his arm returning to its position on your waist as he answers, “Because you’re Mingyu, and she’s… she’s ___.”

‘Well… this is… awkward…’ you thought to yourself as you sat in front of Wonwoo, one of the other boys you had briefly met that night. Seungcheol suggested you meet the three of them altogether, mainly Mingyu and Wonwoo since you were already best friends with Vernon, to somewhat break the ice.

‘Choi Seungcheol, you ass, this is anything but breaking the ice! If anything, this is increasing the freezing point of the ice!’

Unfortunately, Seungcheol’s plan of grabbing lunch together is now facing a setback. You had no classes that day, Wonwoo finished his, but Seungcheol, Mingyu and Vernon were being held back for their classes.

“Seungcheol, I’ve only met him once!” you whisper-shouted into your phone, “And, neither of us exchanged a single conversation since!”

“I know, I know,” Seungcheol answers, wracking his head to come up with solutions, “But, this lecturer is talking so slow that I have no choice!”

“What about Vernon and Mingyu?”

A sigh was heard, “Apparently, the model was being fussy about how she should be posing for their portrait. The lecturer needed her to be partially clothed, but since Mingyu was in the class… You can fill in the blanks…”

You let out a sigh, looking into the windows of the cafe as Wonwoo sits at a booth near the pick-up counter, “How much longer until you all are able to get here?”

“Probably an hour… And another 20 minutes to get there. Hey, you and Wonwoo both like drinking coffee and are introverts! Maybe you both can try talking to break the ice.”

Oh, boy, did Seungcheol underestimate the introversion you and Wonwoo possess. You had initially tried to have small talk with him, only to chicken out when he looked at you with that piercing gaze through his glasses. It’s been half an hour since you sat down at the booth with him, your strawberry milkshake sitting on a coaster as he goes to order possibly his third cup of cappuccino.

When he returns with his drink, you can’t help but ask, “Isn’t that… too much caffeine…?”

Wonwoo seemed a bit taken back when you finally opened your mouth to talk, but he recovers quickly and shrugs, “Honestly, after drinking caffeine for years, you kind of grow immune to it. You should’ve seen Mingyu’s reaction when he found me sleeping after downing 5 cans of Monster.”

“Five!?”

“Yes, five.”

“And, you were still able to sleep?”

“Like a baby.”

Wonwoo was surprisingly easy to talk to – you just needed to get over your social anxiety and the very intimidating resting bitch face he has. You’ve come to learn that the man in front of you was GAM3BO1WOO, a famous game streamer on SVTwitch. You’ve seen a few of his stream clips on your feed, but you weren’t exactly a fan of his since his taste in games and yours were vastly different.

“Do you play every new game release?” you asked, scrolling through his MAESTRO account and skimming through his posts.

“It depends, actually. If a new game really catches my eye, then I’ll download it. Other than that, either the companies sponsored me to stream their games, my followers keep requesting that I play the game they think would suit me or want to see me play. Sometimes, Mingyu and Cheol would gift me co-op games since a lot of them have the mechanic of if one player already owns the game, the second player plays for free.”

“Have you ever hopped on trends?”

“It drives traffic and increases my followers, can’t really complain.”

You’re not sure how long you’ve been conversing with Wonwoo. But, it was definitely long enough for neither of you to notice the three men standing right outside the window, watching you two fondly and surprised. “They’re… talking…” Mingyu says in awe, a chuckle from Seungcheol following afterwards, “Nice to know two of our introverts are getting along just fine.”

You noticed them from the corner of your eyes, turning to the window, Wonwoo following to look at them. You smiled, giving them a small wave which they returned while the latter gave a small nod of his head.

“Sorry for keeping the two of you waiting,” Seungcheol apologised the second he got to the booth, taking a seat next to you. Mingyu and Vernon took their seats next to Wonwoo after placing their orders at the counter. “Aren’t you going to get anything?” you asked the older male, looking up at him as you took a sip from your milkshake.

“I’m assuming you’re waiting for me so you can order some kind of snack which we either share or I finish the remaining you can’t.” When you don’t answer and avert his gaze, Seungcheol knows he caught you red-handed. He chuckles as he gets out of the booth and towards the counter, which unfortunately for you, leads to an interrogation by the other three boys – technically, it was mainly Mingyu with the occasional questioning from Vernon. Wonwoo just sits quietly, listening in as his eyes would dart between you, your two ‘interrogators’ and Seungcheol who was still lining up.

The two men asked you the questions you’d expect.

“How old were you when you met Seungcheol hyung?”

“I think… I think I was 5? He should be about 7 or 8?”

“What did he look like back then? Did he look like a nerd?”

“Well, he had the signature bowl kid every boy got when they were kids or teens.”

“Was he scary?”

“Kind of? Not a lot of people messed with me because of how protective he was over me.”

“Mess with little red riding hood, the big bad wolf will come and get you.”

All attention was on Seungcheol as he placed a plate of strawberry cake and a plate of a dozen brownies on the table, returning to his seat right next to you. Noticing the stunned expressions from his peers, he shrugs, “That was what they’d always say to anyone trying to approach her with ill intentions. It’s basically their way of saying ‘if you don’t want trouble, don’t go looking for trouble’.”

An easier way to put it was – if you don’t want to deal with an angry Seungcheol, don’t bother his girl. Your heart still flutters at how some people referred to you as ‘his girl’, but you knew that actually being his girl was nothing more than a dream to you. “By the way hyung, when’s your next fight? Maybe ___ could come and help out, y’know?” Vernon asks, reaching out to grab a brownie only for his hand to be lightly slapped by Seungcheol. “Ow! What was that for!?”

“If you want them, go get them yourselves,” the older male answers, pushing the plate of brownies towards you. “These are for ___. If you want one, go get one yourself.” Your face heats up at the gesture, and heats up further when the three males turn to you. “Why does she get special treatment?” Mingyu whines, “And how can she possibly finish that entire plate?”

Seungcheol pats your head as he answers, “Because she’s ___. And, yes, she can. If she can’t, I’ll finish it.”

“Can we have a piece if you’re the one finishing it up?”

“No, get your own.”

“Ah, hyung!”

You’ve managed to bond with Wonwoo and Mingyu, becoming close with them in a matter of days and now, you’ve got four ‘bodyguards’ walking around with you (Mingyu refers to them as that, the others and you just play along). The downside that comes with the friendship would be a flock of envious fangirls (and occasionally fanboys) who had begun to buzz around you like moths attracted to light.

“How did you become friends with Wonwoo? Could you ask him to shout me out on his streams or MAESTRO account?”

“Is Mingyu single? Could you introduce me to him?”

“Would you like to be friends? I’d love to be friends with the boys!”

Both boys could see you were tired of the clout chasers, especially Wonwoo since he knows you value your personal space. Both men had taken the issue to their social media, expressing how they’d appreciate it if their ‘fans’ stopped bugging their friends and loved ones in an attempt to get close with them. You remembered when both of them addressed the issue on Wonwoo’s stream, the sternness in both their voices still sent shivers down your spine.

“We understand that you may think you know us as we both are content creators and certain information has been released about us online. While we may not be able to put an end to the parasocial relationship that you have built with us, we do not know you and you do not know us. Do not harass our friends and loved ones, and if your unhealthy obsession of us persists, please seek help.”

That was enough for a majority of the fanboys/fangirls to back off. Some still linger, but they were no longer up close and in your face bombarding you with questions or requests.

Currently, Wonwoo, Mingyu and Vernon sat in a discussion room within the library as they waited for Seungcheol and you. It was a small meet-up, but it could also be treated as a short co-working/co-studying meet-up. Your class was ending later than usual and Seungcheol offered to wait for you so both of you could walk to the library.

Beauty and the Beasts

mingoo: @princess how much longer is the lecture gonna take?

princess: erm… another 15 mins?

princess: …

princess: who set my nickname as princess in the gc?

All four boys replied altogether and you playfully rolled your eyes.

mingoo: coups hyung

vernonnie: cheol hyung

nonu: seungcheol

cheol: i did

cheol: i got you your coffee order btw

mingoo: what about us?

cheol: you lot already got your orders before you headed to the library

mingoo: i’m assuming you got her snacks too

cheol: yes

cheol: and they’re only for ___

cheol: so don’t try to steal them

Mingyu lets out a groan as he lays his upper body on the table. “It’s not fair,” he whines, “Why does Seungcheol hyung give ___ special treatment? Is it because she’s a girl?” Vernon shrugs, “Maybe? But, he’s treated his exes the same way, too.”

“Yeah, I know that, Vernon. But, isn’t there something different?”

Mingyu sits up as he looks at Vernon, his words seeming to be hinting at something as the younger male sits in silence. “It’s like he’s more attentive, more caring. Like, he was caring before to the other girls, but there’s this extra layer to it, y’know?”

“He means there’s more than meets the eye,” Wonwoo says, “I think what Mingyu’s trying to say is that Seungcheol is whipped for ___.”

“Yes!” Mingyu exclaims, pointing at Wonwoo with a puppy-like grin on his face, “But, also no? I don’t know! They grew up together so maybe it’s like a habit he has or a sense of responsibility he feels?”

“But, who would want to call their childhood best friend who is now an adult ‘pup’?” Vernon questions, and Wonwoo tips his pencil in the younger male’s direction, “Precisely. Everyone would grow out of it, much less a nickname like that. Hell, would you call any of your friends that kind of name as an adult?”

Mingyu hums in understanding. All three of them knew just how shameless Seungcheol could be sometimes. Vernon bites back a gag when he recalls accidentally witnessing Seungcheol and his then girlfriend making out in his car, in the campus’ parking lot - in broad daylight. He pitied his therapist who had to listen to him ramble on and on about suspecting the older male having an exhibitionist kink.

“So, you really think he’s whipped for her?”

“Seungcheol barely remembers your favourite cake, but he remembers ___’s coffee order.”

“He probably has it written down somewhere?”

“I beg to differ,” Vernon speaks up.

He joined Seungcheol to get coffee a few weeks ago. While Seungcheol was ordering his, you had texted Vernon saying your Business Module class had completely drained you and you were in need of a quick pick me up. All he did was say, “___ wants us to help get her coffee,” and Seungcheol began reciting your order to the barista without a second thought.

“He knew it like the back of his hand! Not a single thing was missed out!”

As Mingyu and Vernon continue to discuss Seungcheol's love life, Wonwoo glances down at his phone as it vibrates, a notification from you. Opening up the text app on his laptop, he types out his reply.

___: hey woo?

___: is it ok if i call you that-

wonwoo: yes?

wonwoo: n yes, perfectly fine

___: ok

___: um, so the class im in rn, we’re almost done btw!

___: they need me to write some kind of paper abt how psychology n business work

___: n since you’re a psych major

wonwoo: you need my help, yes?

___: bingo

___: is it possible for you to help me?

wonwoo: sure thing

wonwoo: why don’t you go over the details with me once you’re out of class?

wonwoo: we’ve booked the discussion room for the entire day

___: don’t the others have class?

Wonwoo can feel Mingyu and Vernon standing behind him as they “observe” his conversation with you. “Oooh, you’re texting his girl~” Mingyu teases, earning a glare from the older male that shuts him up immediately. “She needs help with her coursework and I have relevant information that can help her,” he replies as he resumes to type out his reply.

wonwoo: seungcheol only has one class today iirc

wonwoo: gyu and vernon have some kind of workshop in an hour

___: oh, cool!

___: then i can also get cheollie’s opinion

“Do you think they have a thing for each other?” Vernon asks, seemingly picking up on certain signs just from the text Wonwoo had just exchanged with you.

“Who? Seungcheol hyung and ___?” Mingyu asks back and he nods. The taller male thinks for a while, recalling the times that he’s seen any form of interaction or exchanged conversation the pair have shared. “Maybe? But, there weren’t any obvious signs that explicitly showed that Seungcheol or ___ like the other.”

“Well, there is a saying that love is in plain sight. Or that whole “you were hiding in plain sight” trend that was going around CIRCLES a few months ago.”

“Should we play cupid?”

“I think it’d be best if we don’t interfere with their love life.”

Wonwoo had a point. While their curiosity was gnawing away, the last thing they’d wanna do is accidentally driving a wedge between you and Seungcheol. It would be worse if they were reading the room wrong and neither of you were harbouring any feelings for the other. “But, that doesn’t mean we can’t find some clues to answer our hypothesis.”

Mingyu and Vernon looked at the older male who was still typing on his laptop. “Are we conducting experiments on them now?”

“I wouldn’t put it that way. I’d say it’s more of observing their interactions with each other.”

“We’ll leave the psychology part to the psych major.”

“If this ends up being your thesis paper, Woo, we’d better be given credits.”

Later that night…

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hypnotizedstarkey · 4 months ago

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i’ve been in love..

oblivious!sarah x in love reader

warnings: fluff, making out, fingering, eating, confessions, lmk if i missed any?

i don’t think anybody truly admires how beautiful sarah cameron is. She’s in my car, hair blowing in the wind with her eyes closed, half her body hanging out of the passenger window and singing along to ‘i’ve been in love’ by Jungle.

I can’t keep my eyes on the road cause her beauty keeps captivating me no matter how hard I try to look away from her.

I turn down the music a bit as I turn into the parking lot for the beach. “God i’ve been dying to lay in the sun.” she groaned in relief. “Seriously I needed this. Thanks for bringing me out here, you know me too well.” I gave her a small smile, “Of course I do Sar, we’re best friends.”

We continued our conversation on the way to the beach, talking about the latest gossip and how stupid JJ was acting the previous night at a party and we finally made it to the perfect spot, as I was grabbing our towel, our hands grazed against each other and I swear I felt my heart drop.

Ever since I started having feelings for Sarah, I thought she would catch on and start to distance herself. It was my biggest fear that she might start to realize and be freaked out, but none of that happened. I don’t even think Sarah has a clue.

“Perfect!” she has a beautiful smile on her face like always, showing off the laid out towel like it’s the best thing ever done. All of the sudden she’s taking off her clothes, my eyes widen and I try to make it obvious i’m not staring and start looking everywhere but her. “Cmon, Y/N!” she starts running towards the waves.

Her perfect tan skin looks beautiful against her blue and white bathing suit, her hair laying perfectly against her arms and her smile radiating off the sun and all I want to do is lay in a hole and think about how beautiful she is.

As time passed, me and Sarah grew tired and the sun did too, setting. We watched as the blue sky turned into a pink and purple hue. “hey, y/n?” she asked still looking at the sky. “yeah..?” silence filled us for what felt like 5 minutes. “have you ever thought what it’d be like if we were different people?” I never questioned her, if anything i usually agreed with her but this time something felt as if I needed to hear her out on this one.

“what are you talking about, sar?” she turned her head this time. “Like what if I never dated guys, what if.. what if we liked girls, you know. No girls glaring at us for dating guys they liked, we’re different people in the romantic side.” i didn’t dare to look at her, feeling like I would fold and tell her everything I wanted her to hear. “Well.. I wouldn’t judge you for second whether you liked girls or not.” she let out a small sigh.

“okay what’s up, sarah?” questioning her motive of the question. “what if I do?” “do what?” “like girls.”my heart stops beating for a second. “w-who do you like?” she fully turns her body to me now. “can you look at me?” i turn my head, looking at her face and watching the last bit of sunlight lighten it. Her face has this look of confusion and desperation in her eyes and it makes me melt.

“sarah who do you-“ and im cut off with Sarah kissing me. Sarah Cameron is kissing me and she pulls back immediately when she realizes i’m not kissing back. “i’m so sorry y/n” she can’t stop apologizing and I can’t stop thinking it wasn’t real.

she grabs her stuff and starts to walk away leaving me in such loss, not sure how to process what happened. “Sarah!” i get up and immediately chase after her with all my things in my arms. she’s near my car already and pulls out her phone to call who I assume is Kiara. “sarah..” “i’m so sorry” she’s a crying mess. “sarah it’s okay.” i’m looking at her now with the same desperation and confusion she had on her face before. she walks towards me.

“I shouldn’t have done that-“ i grab her face and kiss her. God I’m in heaven. her soft face is in my hands and our kiss gets heavier and now she’s taking control sliding her tongue against my lower lip asking for access. “sarah” kiss. “get” kiss. “in” kiss. “the” kiss. “car”.

we both fumble into the back seat and she lays me down harshly in the moment. she detaches her lips from my mouth and starts kissing down my jaw. a whine coming from my lips. I feel like i’m dreaming right now. Her lips make me feel like i’m being kissed by an angel, so soft, so gentle and yet so harsh. “let me take this off” she pulls off my shirt leaving me in my bikini top. latching her lips onto my jaw and kissing down to my shoulder, grabbing the material of the strap between her teeth and pulling it down. her hands roaming my body and unbuttoning my shorts.

“do you want this?” she’s looking up at me and kissing my body, leaving marks of a trail of her mouth. “yes please, sar i’ve been waiting for this” desperately pleading for her to give me what I want.

she rips my shorts from my body, taking off my bikini bottoms and my matching top. feeling exposed, i cover up. “no let me see” she moves my hands. “you’re so pretty” she leans down lapping her tongue around my nipple, my back arches in heat and pleasure. one of her hands feeling my wetness. “Sarah, f-fuck” she nibbles a bit and i shutter. “so wet and pretty”

her mouth trails down to my waist and places a kiss on the mole there, biting it enough to leave a mark. “what do you want?” “sarah please” “say what you want” “want you please baby” i moan, wanting her more than I ever have. her lips latch onto my bud and I moan, grasping onto her hair and tugging. a moan leaves her pretty mouth, her mouth moving up and down my pussy, coating it before she pumps her fingers through me without warning. I feel euphoric, “oh my god” my moans loud and leaving anyone who passes by my car a knowing thought of what’s happening.

her fingers pump through me, curling them every few times. “you taste so fucking good, can’t get enough” massaging my boobs with her free hand. sarah fingers hit a spot i’ve never felt before and my eyes roll back. “feeling so good baby, i know” “you look so pretty fucked out of you mind” “taste so good i’m not letting you go” all things she’s saying as i continue tugging on her hair, i can’t manage to get my words out and im gasping for air.

finally, i’m able to make words, “sar, i’m gonna cum!” my head connecting with the seat again. “cum on my tongue” and i release, my juices on her mouth and moans falling out. she brings my face to her and connects our lips, sloppily, tasting myself.

we’re both out of breath and i flip her over, taking off her clothes now, in a hurry. i’m hungry for her taste and her in general. eventually, she’s completely bare under me and she looks unreal. i waste no time and immediately kitten lick her glistening pussy. she gasps and i’m lost in the moment, tasting her. my eyes are shut and I can’t care enough to listen to my thoughts. “feels s’ good” she bites back her moans. i kiss the inside of her thigh, “this all mine?” she nods her head frantically. “gonna let me take you out after this, yeah?” she can’t focus when i start rubbing her clit, her eyes closed and brows furrowed in pleasure.

“answer me” i rub her clit faster. she’s gasping “yes! yes god y/n” “yes what?” “you can take me out!” her mouth shaped in an ‘o’ and i push my fingers inside her feeling her clench around them. “making such a mess” i slap the outside of her thigh and a throaty moan leaves her lips. i grin up at her while she looks down, looking so fucked out her mind with her hair sprawled out and face flushed. I know she’s going to cum when i feel her clench harder against my fingers.

she’s a moaning mess and i’m never gonna be able to get these nosies out of my head. “i’m close” she moans and shutters when i hit a spot that makes her dizzy. i rub her clit faster and she becomes sensitive, closing her thighs, whimpering. i take my fingers out and lick them clean. i kiss the inside of her thighs then her lips.

i grab her bottoms and shirt then put them on her, kissing her anytime i can and dress myself before hopping into the front seat.

“so sleepover?” i peck her lips

“yeah definitely sleepover” she laughs

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ahoplessromanticsjournal · 1 year ago

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Untitled - Polin

Lord Ashwyn is an OC (i have no idea where i got this name from so if it’s from something else i genuinely have no clue and would love to be reminded lol)

Written with book more in mind, but also has obvious show references i think

Disclaimer: all rights reserved, i used to write all the time but i haven’t in ages but i felt *inspired* and decided to have a go at it…apologies for any mistakes i wrote this at 2am a few nights ago and wasn’t really trying for perfect accuracy 😅

been struggling trying to figure out if i should make it longer or leave it as it is…

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“Miss Featherington, you look rather lovely tonight.” Pen smiled at the man over her glass. Pulling it away from her already stained lips, she nodded to the man and turned around to face the new season. She wasn’t looking for a husband anymore, no one would have her anyway. She was simply here to work (although no one else knew that of course). No need to be kind to those who weren’t kind to her before. Even if she did change her dresses and her hair, it wasn’t *only* for that small glimmer of hope she was holding out on.

She felt eyes on her and turned her head slightly to see the same man as before staring at her from the other side of the refreshments table. She knew he’d been staring at her now for scandalously too long. She did the only thing she could think of then and decided to try and scare him off.

“If you keep looking at me like that, Lord Ashwyn; everyone here will think you’d like to eat me.” Penelope said it as a jest. Just a simple joke to make him slightly uncomfortable so she could go back to slowly dancing around the perimeter of the room and to hopefully get this “gentleman” to leave her alone. She had stopped by the refreshments table just to give her hands something to do while her eyes wandered and her ears strained to listen. While browsing the crowd as she always does, she did, in fact, observe someone observing *her*. ‘Which, Pen had thought to herself, is what probably landed herself in this very unfortunate situation.

“I am considering it.” Lord Ashwyn mumbled drunkenly. This whole conversation was improper; let alone the fact that this particular gentleman didn’t seem to remember the “Only-Two-Glasses-Per-Person” societal rule. Quite obviously.

She eyed him, giving the most likely self-proclaimed “gentleman” her best, most unimpressed look. She was about to just simply walk away from him when he started speaking once more, ”Should you like to dance tonight, Miss Featherington? Maybe we can discuss all the ways in which a man can *devour* a woman.”, Penelope almost couldn’t believe her own ears. Obviously she already knew all the ways in which a woman could be pleased, at her age of eight and twenty; she had paid off a maid with Eloise Bridgerton, but the blunt openness of this “Gentleman”! He had to be intoxicated some great deal. Regardless, Penelope was now more eager than ever to somehow find an escape.

It would be harder than she now thought originally though, with him having asked for her hand in a dance. In society it was proper to never deny a dance if one’s dance card was not already full or if you’re not otherwise occupied. Pen is a known spinster which makes it all the more a pain to rid herself of this seasons leftovers. She scolded herself silently, fore if she was not one for a social gathering (and general society says she shouldn’t be) she may not have found herself in her current situation.

“Miss Featherington?”

“Yes, Lord Ashwyn, my apologies. It’s just that i believe i misheard you-“

“I assure you…” He slurred slightly on his s’s while holding a hand out to her,” You did not mishear me. I asked for you hand in dance”

There are not many times when Penelope Featherington is shocked into silence but this was, for certain, one of those rare occasions. She took a small but noticeable step back and hesitated. She ran through ideas on how to tell this man off without causing a scene or worse; a scandle; but couldn’t come up with any on time. The next song began to play and before she knew it she was being whisked around by Lord Ashwyn.

She hated every painstaking second of it. She hated the way he spoke, hated how obviously drunk he was, hated how he would whisper naughty things to her when he could. Who or what exactly did this man take her for? A rake herself? A desperate? A woman who threw herself at anyone who would give her attention? She didn’t even try to hide her facial expressions. She decided it would be best to just get this over with and then maybe retire for the night, in whole.

She allowed herself to fixate on the music. Allowed it to take over her mind and let her mussel memory do the talking; or well, dancing. She ignored his comments, ignored his wandering hands, ignored the faces that looked at her with pity, disgust, confusion, and everything in between. Once the song was over she’d be free to slip away and never be seen for the rest of the dreaded evening.

“Pardon me.”

Penelope was in the middle of spinning when the interruption happened. In her daze she tumbled backwards slightly and a hand caught her on the shoulder. Coming back to her senses she turned around to apologize to the victim of her off balance dancing, “I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t see you-Colin?! -I mean- Mr. Bridgerton!? What are you doing here?”

There looking magnificent as always was him. Colin Bridgerton. Definitely not the one she’s holding out hope for. Nope. Not him. Not the man who first; told everyone who would listen he’d “never court Penelope Featherington” and then after she forgave him said to her face that they were just friends. Not the man who she begged to kiss her out of desperation and fear of dying without ever having felt a kiss. No not that man. She had told him she was done with his lessons. Done with trying to find a husband. Done with hoping someone out there would love her how she wants. So what did he want and what was he doing there?

“How shocked you are to see me. What am i doing here? At a ball? Miss Featherington, I think all that twirling made your mind twirl as well.” Colin’s hand was still on her shoulder holding her back to his chest. It felt almost like protective armor; his hand. His chest.

“Pardon me, Lord Ashwyn. But i must speak to Miss Featherington. It’s an urgent matter.”

“I do not-“ Penelope began.

“Do you wish to keep dancing with a man who is blatantly trying to get under your dress skirt?”, Colin had leaned down to her ear level and whispered it.

“Whatever you are saying to her, you may say in front of me, Bridgerton.”

“I said, “do you want to keep dancing with a man who is blatantly trying to hold his drunkenness together.”

“Now-“ Lord Ashwyn seemed to sober up a little at being loudly exposed by another man. He stood straighter and puffed out his chest a little. It almost made Penelope laugh. Lord Ashwyn looked to Penelope with his hand out,” I should like to finish our dance.”

“I think i shall go speak with Mr. Bridgerton. It seems quite serious. Lord Ashwyn.” She curtsied and walked away as quickly but as not noticeably as she could. She knew *he* was hot on her tail though. She could feel his presence. Feel the endless oceans of his eyes as she tried to get away. That deep blue was getting closer and she didn’t know what was about to happen. She could feel it though, she was about to either sink or swim, and this was going to be the deciding moment.

Once he caught her.

#bridgerton #polin #bridgerton season 3 #luke newton #nicola coughlan #penelope featherington #colin x penelope #colin bridgerton #colin|penelope #i’m really nervous about posting for the first time in years #please don’t be too harsh #i dont mind constructive criticism as long as there is a side of praise

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imaginmatrix · 2 years ago

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Prompt: Moonlight

I have no clue where the short that this one word prompt inspired came from, but I hope you enjoy

Percy’s mother used to say there was magic in the light of the moon. She said the silver rays could carry any number of impossible things from the stars to the earth; strange beings and mysterious items and concepts like fate and destiny would ride those gossamer bands like a tidal wave to shift the mundane to wondrous.

And then, of course, Percy got older and learned that the moon merely reflected the light of the sun, and was little more than a barren rock doomed to encircle the earth however gravity dictated until the day an asteroid collided a bit too hard and freed it to the lonely emptiness of space. He wasn’t necessarily a practical guy who dismissed fairytales and children’s stories, but he was a cynic, and his mother’s stories lost much of their shine in the wake of losing her.

She used to joke she might choose to become the moon when she died, so she could watch Percy grow and live even after her story was over. But they both assumed they’d have more time before that happened.

These days, the moon was just a rock, the stars just burning balls of gas, and magic was a lie of his childhood.

“Those things kill, you know.”

Percy’s dark brows raised, his face turning to the blonde girl who criticized his life choices before even having the decency to introduce herself. The roof party behind them was abuzz with life; string lights gave a hazy glow to the young adults lounging on sofas and sipping bottles of some sort of craft beer that tasted like shit but all the hipsters pretended was a divine elixir of craftsmanship.

He was on the outskirts, leaning on the stone wall of the roof, puffing smoke from his cig into the dark and staring at city lights.

And now she was too.

He huffed a laugh through his nose, shaking his head and tugging the cigarette from between his lips, “Pretty sure that’s common knowledge at this point.”

“And yet here you are, turning your lungs to raisins anyway.”

Percy was both annoyed and intrigued, almost impressed at her audacity. He didn’t care much for being scolded; he was an adult. He could make whatever bad decisions he wanted.

But this girl was direct. Plenty of people hated cigarettes, but most would wrinkle their nose and move away, or cough dramatically to make a point without words, or mutter to their friends about the disgusting habit. Not the girl beside him. She walked right up and pointed out the obvious, said what most wouldn’t dare say to a stranger.

Percy could admire that.

“Well?” The girl asked expectantly, as if Percy was supposed to answer a question that was never actually voiced.

“Well what?” He stubbed out the cigarette, leaning away from the girl to toss what was left into the bin nearby.

“Why do you smoke.” She said, as if it were obvious.

Percy shrugged, “I don’t know.”

But he did know.

His mother never smoked a day in her life. Yet cancer made its home in her lungs anyway. So maybe it was to spite the universe for that, or maybe it was to dare it to take him out the same way. Maybe it was just self flagellation for being here when she wasn’t. There was nothing to blame himself for, nothing he could have done to stop her from getting sick, but some sort of guilt gnawed through his chest anyway.

So he dampened that guilt by putting chemicals in his body.

Or maybe he was just an idiot who smoked because he tried it once and got hooked, like every other person who relied on the stuff to get through the day.

“Well you should stop.”

Another incredulous laugh rasped from Percy’s throat, “Never heard that one before.” He finally turned to face the girl properly.

And then something that was neither smoke nor guilt filled his chest.

She was pretty, but Percy had seen pretty before. This was different. This was…

Intense.

There was something in her expression that felt a thousand years old; she was clearly around his age, but her gaze had seen the rise and fall of empires, revolutions, tragedies, and everything that filled the eons between.

But she was just a girl, and Percy was a bad poet, and he swallowed a sudden bitter taste in his mouth as he found words to combat the way she seemed to see right through him.

“Do you usually berate people you’ve just met, or am I special?”

She looked thoughtful, “A bit of both.”

“Yeah?” Percy wished he wasn’t a smoker, just so it would be easier to catch his breath around this girl, “What makes me special, then?”

“You’re in my spot.” She turned back to the city, those eyes shifting from his face and her profile caught the light in a near halo. The sensation of her focus leaving him had Percy desperate to hold it again.

“So you live here?” He leaned beside her, back to the wall so he could better see the slope of her nose and the curve of her lips.

A nod, “It’s my roommate’s party.”

Now an answering brow raise, “I thought it was a housewarming thing?”

“It is.”

“So wouldn’t this technically be your party too?”

Another shrug, but the continued conversation saw that her head turned back to him and Percy felt himself drown in the impossible gravity of her attention once more. “I’m not really a party person.”

“Me neither.” At her pointed look that said ‘but you’re at this one?’ he clarified, “I was dragged along.”

This answer was satisfactory, “You’re Percy then.”

Hearing his name from the lips of a stranger, particularly this stranger, was startling. “Yeah, how’d you know?”

“Because you’re the only person here I don’t recognize, and Charles said you were coming.”

“Right.” A beat. “And you’re…?”

“Annabeth.”

It wasn’t a name Percy had ever heard before, but as soon as she said it, it became one he knew he’d never forget.

Annabeth’s gaze turned out and up again. A silence settled over them.

Percy was frantically searching for something to say, a question, a statement, anything to keep the conversation going, when Annabeth spoke again; “You can’t see the stars.”

It took a moment for his brain to catch up, “…What?”

“Light pollution.” Annabeth nodded to the city, “It hides the stars.”

Percy glanced up, the sky dark and empty while something old and primal tugged at his gut and whispered that it shouldn’t be. “You can see a fair amount in Montauk.”

“I’ve never been.”

“I’ll take you some time.” It slipped out before Percy could consider the fact that inviting a girl he just met to drive outside the city with him to look at stars was weird, but to his relief she smiled.

“I’d like that.” Annabeth fixed him with her gaze once more. And once more it was crushing, and Percy was close enough now to make out the color of her eyes.

Some people might have called them gray, but a word so colorless and boring couldn’t come close to what they were. Silver was the closest, Percy decided. Silver and seeing every little hope, fear, desire, and secret Percy had buried deep down, as if he was laid bare without clothes or even a physical form to hide in.

Percy cleared his throat, “At least you can still see the moon.”

Annabeth didn’t look back to the sky when she said “Not tonight. It’s a new moon.”

Could have fooled Percy, the silver glow of Annabeth’s irises a fine replacement. Even better, as she carried two moons in her eyes, rather than just the one that hung in the sky.

“Ah. Well. Tomorrow then.”

“Mmm.”

Silence again. God. The silence hurt— not a sharp pain, but a dull ache, like the moment between comfort and burning when one held their breath for too long.

And he’d known the girl for less than ten minutes.

But in that time, he had decided to quit smoking, take her to see the stars in Montauk, and let her occupy every corner of his mind for as long as she deigned to stay for.

The numbness that plagued every waking moment for the past 3 years ebbed.

“Do you—“

“I think—“

They spoke at the same time. Annabeth laughed breathlessly, complimenting Percy’s own nervous chuckle.

“You first.” Percy said.

“No, no, you go.”

“I insist.”

Annabeth scrunched up her nose, making freckles Percy hadn’t noticed sharpen. “I think,” she started again, “that I’d like to go inside.”

Percy’s heart sunk, “Oh, uh, yeah, it’s kind of cold.”

Annabeth didn’t move, instead staring at him in a way that had him squirming, thinking there was something he should be doing that he wasn’t.

“…Are we going in, then?”

Percy jolted at the realization that he was invited. “Y-yeah!” He shoved his hands into his pockets, pushing off the wall.

Annabeth rolled her eyes, tucking a curly lock behind her ear as they walked back to the exit. Percy wondered what it would be like to do that, to reach out and brush errant locks from her face.

They stopped at the door to the stairs, and for the first time since they’d met, Annabeth seemed hesitant.

“I don’t… do this often.”

Percy furrowed his brow, “Do what?”

“Invite guys I just met to my bedroom.”

Oh.

His brain short circuited— inside meant inside, bedroom meant bedroom, she’d said inside, she’d meant bedroom, and he…

Holy shit.

Percy licked his lips, mouth suddenly dry and throat working to form a sound, any sound.

“R-right. Yeah. Yeah yeah yeah, me neither— I mean I have, but I don’t usually, it’s not like, a common thing, it’s not a normal weekend occurrence, I don’t go around picking up girls for one night stands and if I did I wouldn’t like, uh, leave it as a one night stand, I mean at least not these days—“ He bit his tongue to make himself shut up, because dear god that was way too much in response to a simple statement.

He’d made poor choices right after his mom died. Percy had never been one for casual: not casual sex, nor casual dating. He wasn’t that guy. He didn’t generally feel attraction unless he knew someone first, gotten to know them, fall in love with them.

But after his only family had died, he grew desperate to feel anything. Even self-loathing.

This… wasn’t that.

Maybe it was the fact that this girl, Annabeth, had no qualms about shaming him for a bad habit. Maybe he was just cold. Maybe it was the loneliness of a party he couldn’t find the strength to be a part of, to try and put on a smile and make friends and drink shitty beer and pretend everything was fine.

Maybe it was the moonlight in Annabeth’s eyes.

Whatever the reason, Percy couldn’t help but want this. Not in the self-destructive way of his past that left him feeling cold and empty. It was something different, it was…

He wasn’t sure.

Annabeth was smiling though, thankfully amused by his rambling rather than weirded out, and she reached a hand to lace their fingers together. “I’ll show you my record collection.” Her eyes drifted up and down Percy’s body in the least subtle way possible. “You look like a guy who likes music.”

Percy’s chuckle was strained, but his shoulders relaxed, “I’ve been known to sometimes enjoy sounds, yeah.”

Annabeth’s laugh made his skin tingle.

Her hand was warm and soft and fit perfectly against his calloused one.

Her eyes shone like the moon his mother loved so much did; they reflected the light in a way that Percy swore defied physics, holding all the things his mother promised moonlight would. Adventure. Magic. Mystery.

A promise of something more.

And as Annabeth blushed and ducked her head when Percy held the door open for her

as she led him down the concrete stairwell to a new apartment and room with lights so warm and comforting, they put those on the roof to shame

as they sat on the floor and looked at records and picked out their favorite songs

as Moon River played on the turntable and Percy met those eyes that held not just the moon, but the stars and sun and planets and entire galaxies

as he reached for her, tucking those blonde curls behind her ear like he’d been itching to, watching her lashes flutter and her breath catch and her cheeks flush with color and her eyes drop to his lips and back up

as they both leaned in

Percy thought that maybe, just maybe

his mom was right about the moon.

#morgan murmurs #writing #prompt #knowall7k #fanfiction #I have no idea where this came from what the heck #pjo #Percabeth #pjo fanfic #Percabeth fanfic #Percy Jackson #Annabeth Chase

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pascalscoffin · 1 year ago

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Away From The Devil pt. IV

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Part V

Warning: Minors Go Away I Will Kick You In The Forehead. I just don’t want kiddos here. Yeah it’s all rewritten with the reader added in if ya don’t like it don’t read it. Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns. Reader is like 24, Joel is still 56 cause hot. Joel’s perpetually in denial. I guess the timeline is slightly different with this story to make time for bonds to form. Reader and Joel have a moment but Ellie does that thing kids do where they interrupt valuable dialogue.

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Ellie had no clue what she was talking about. Joel does not have the “hots” for you. He doesn’t okay? So what if he caught himself admiring you a little more? The last woman he was close to was Tess and that was months ago. And Tess was beautiful, sure, but your beauty was.. different from Tess’, more youthful and soft, and you had the personality to match, a youthful love for everything, it made his chest tighten and his throat close up, it’d been a long time since he’d been around someone so optimistic and it was fucking with his head.

You were fucking with his head.

It’s been about a day since the attack from the Clicker, you had spent the first hour afterwards locked in the closest bathroom you could find, checking for bites or scratches of any kind. He’d had to send Ellie in to help just to get her off his back.

When the two of you came out he’d been more relieved than he’d care to admit when he learned you hadn’t been infected. He wondered if you were doing okay, physically it was obvious, but you were quieter than before and he found himself oddly missing the sound of you and Ellie joking with eachother.

Hed asked the two of you if you’d wanted to stop the night before but you and Ellie had just shook your heads and insisted on walking through the night. The walk, however had been silent, Joel walking ahead of you and Ellie. You both looked tired, your feet dragging while Ellie had a slight disconnected look on her face. He wished he could’ve got his hands on David himself, a meat cleaver to the face, no matter how many times, just didn’t seem like a fruitful punishment to him.

“We’ll stop tonight. Suns coming down, we’ll head back out when it rises.” Years of tormenting you and.. god knows how long of doing whatever the hell he’d done to Ellie. He belonged in the lowest pits of hell. “You need to sleep we’ve been walking too long, you’re both dead on your feet. I’ll catch us something to eat. Saw some squirrels running’ off that way.”

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You looked towards the abandoned video store and then back at Joel and nodded in agreement. “Alright.” You mumbled, both of you too tired and hungry to object to stopping a second day in a row. Joel went in first to make sure it was safe, insisting you and Ellie were better off outside in case there was and he needed to get out fast, but also for the sake of neither one of you being over powered and eaten.

It wasn’t long after he went in that Joel poked his head out and motioned you and Ellie inside. “We’ll hole up in the back area,” He stepped back as the two of you stepped in. “Get some sleep and.. head out when the sun comes up. I’ll be back, you two stay in the back, be quiet. Don’t let yourselves get surprised.”

You nodded again and sighed. “Alright.” You headed into the back room with Ellie while Joel went to try and catch dinner. “Are you okay?” You looked over at her from where’d you been staring out the tiny window where you could just barely see Joel.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine.” You cleared your throat and turned around to face her, putting the newspaper back on the window. “.. okay.” Ellie squinted at you, suspicious. “Are you okay?” You asked her with a soft laugh, trying to get the spotlight off of you. “You’ve been quiet.”

Ellie sighed and shrugged a little as she sat down on the floor and leaned back against the wall, you sitting next to her. “I guess.” She shrugged. “What’s going on? Talk to me.” Ellie picked at her fingers a little. “… I’m immune.”

You widened your eyes and straightened up a little for a better look at her. “I’m immune I… a few months ago I… I was bitten… but I didn’t get sick.. and then I got bit again.” She said softly, rubbing at her arm before looking at you and tugging the sleeve up, showing you the healed bite marks as your eyes widened.

“That’s… that’s where we’re going.” She mumbled softly. “We’re going to find these guys called the fireflies… my bloods a cure.” You opened and closed your mouth before huffing and shaking your head. “W-what?”

You opened your eyes again and Ellie was looking at you with this hopeful, gleeful look on her face. “I just… you had to know, Joel didn’t want to tell you but… I knew you would understand, you understand, right?” Your eyes fell from Ellie’s face to the bite marks on her arm and swallowed thickly. “It’s… are they sure it’s gonna work..?”

Ellie nodded. “Yeah. Yeah Marlene- Marlene said they’ve been working on a cure for years so they know what to do and what to isolate and shit and once they run it through some fancy fucking machine it’ll be medicine.”

You looked up at her and laughed softly. “What the fuck..” you mumbled before laughing harder and hugging Ellie tightly. “You- I can’t-“

“You like Joel, right?” You blinked rapidly and pulled back to look at Ellie. “I- what? I thought we were talking about-“ Ellie shrugged. “I wanna talk about this now. Do you like Joel?” She raised a brow and you frowned deeply.

“Ellie-“ “so that’s a yes, then.” Ellie smirked and you sighed heavily as you shook your head. “Ellie- it’s not a yes.” “Well then that’s the yes.” You squinted at her as she tilted her head. “I’m not-“ “oh come on it’s not like he’s around to hear!”

You groaned and shifted a little before looking out towards the door just to make sure Joel wasn’t back yet before looking at Ellie. “… Joel is very attractive. There. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“I mean- pretty much, yeah.” Ellie grinned. “I fucking knew it.” She laughed and jumped up, stepping out of the room and peeking her head in. “You need to change your clothes.” She scrunched her nose up and you gaped at her.

“Wow. That’s rude. You’re rude.” You shook your head and stood up. “You’re changing next. Seriously. Then we’re making Joel change.” “Ooo-“ “oh my god, Ellie no. Please.” You laughed and shook your head as you tugged your shirt off and replaced it with a clean one.

“You wanna see Joel shirtlessssssss.” “I regret ever speaking to you.” You changed your jeans next and stepped out of the back room. “Go change you’re driving me insane.” “You’re just freaking out cause now I have ammo against you.” She smirked as she walked backwards into the room as you looked at her with wide eyes. “You wouldn’t.” “I don’t know… I might.” She disappeared around the corner and you shook your head.

Evil. She was evil.

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About fifteen minutes, with Ellie in the back area “still” changing into slightly cleaner clothes, you sat with Joel by the front while he made dinner. “.. that was pretty impressive yesterday.” You looked away from the cooking squirrel meat and at him instead. “.. thanks. I guess.” You laughed softly and looked back towards the small fire, just big enough to cook the squirrel.

“… she doin alright?” You blinked a little and looked towards the back and then at Joel. “… she’s doing about as good as you’d expect, I guess, she’s finding distractions but.. yknow it’s hard.. coming back from..” you frowned as you tried to think of the words. “I imagine.” You looked up, grateful he wasn’t waiting around for you to put something together.

“But she’s strong, resilient. Much more than myself so.. I think she’ll be alright.” “You’re pretty resilient.” Joel huffed beside you. “Had me on my ass.” “Oh god don’t you start too.” You laughed softly. “Ellie thinks it was the coolest thing in the world… I don’t have the heart to tell her I’m ninety percent sure it was just the adrenaline.” Joel chuckled softly and shook his head. “It was more than that. Self preservation is a very motivational thing. Add other people to the mix and usually it makes the urge stronger.” Joel shrugged like it was just a normal conversation.

“… i get the feeling you’re speaking from experience.” “Oh do you?” You laughed softly at Joel’s sarcastic tone and shrugged. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you bleeding.” You looked at him. “When you got to the town. You were hurt, looked pretty bad.. James came back earlier that day for Penicillin and left again…” your eyes trailed to where the blood had been, now covered with a new shirt that didn’t have a hole in it. “.. killed six guys while fighting off an infection. Sounds like a hell of a lot of self preservation.”

“I didn’t do that for me.” Joel looked at you and then towards the back area. “.. I did it for her.” He sighed and looked at the fire again. “… she saved my life out there. Stitched me up, got the medicine.. even tried leading em away.” You watched his jaw clench. “I even tried to get her to leave me there, just let me die and go back to my brother.” He sighed heavily. “Stubborn ass wouldn’t listen.” You laughed softly and nodded. “Makes sense. Doesn’t seem like the type to listen.” “She ain’t.”

You laughed a little harder this time, shaking your head. “At least you know she won’t leave you in a sticky spot.” Joel chuckled and nodded. “Yeah. She’s a reliable little brat.” You cleared your throat. “On that note I uh… wanted to say thank you for letting me come.” Joel looked at you and nodded slowly. “I know she didn’t give you much choice but.. you still had a say.. both times so.. thanks for letting me come and… extra thanks for letting me stay.” “Yeah.. you’re welcome.”

You and Joel sat like that for a moment, a few inches apart with your eyes locked onto each other’s. Before you could stop them your eyes fell to Joel’s lips, and you could’ve sworn you’d seen his do the same thing for just the briefest of seconds.

“Uh-uhm.” You jerked your head over when you heard Ellie clearing your throat and blinked a couple times before looking at her clean shirt, and then up at her shit eating grin. “Nice.” You motioned to the shirt, almost like you weren’t passive aggressively telling Ellie to bite you.

Joel cleared his throat and pulled the squirrel of the spit. “Just in time. Dinners ready.” He muttered, that momentary softness you felt in the air gone.

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You’d stayed awake for a while that night, laid on your side with your eyes locked onto the wall in front of you, your hands pushed under your makeshift pillow. You could hear rustling over near the door to the room, where Joel’s sleeping bag was stationed so he could sleep and still wake up if someone tried to sneak up on you.

After a while you heard more shuffling and then you felt eyes boring into you, hesitantly, you turned your head towards the door and immediately locked eyes with Joel, who straightened up when he was caught but didn’t really stop looking at you.

You hesitated before slowly turning onto your other side, just laying there holding eye contact with Joel, swallowing thickly. Joel was a hard man to read, but if you looked hard enough you could’ve sworn you saw something there, something underneath those stoic eyes and down-pulled facial expression, something that made your stomach burn at the bottom.

Joel’s head tilted a little bit and his eyes squinted like he was trying to figure something out, and that burning in your stomach got hotter and pulled tighter, a barely visible smirk stretching across his features when you gripped the shirt/pillow under your head.

After a moment it all got too much, maybe you were imagining it, but even if you were you couldn’t let yourself continue to imagine it, so, with a final shift you pulled your sleeping bag up higher, all the way to your nose before closing your eyes and pretending to sleep until you finally managed to actually sleep, still feeling Joel’s eyes burning holes into you.

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eldritch-flower · 2 years ago

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Excerpt from my urban fantasy epic, "Zenith", because I'm writing this one 'reveal' scene and it's so difficult I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON IT FOR A WEEK AND I'M TIRED OF IT. Anyway, Zenith act 2 spoilers below the cut <3

Christ, the world was going insane.

It has always been insane, sir. You just never saw the truth.

Maybe Cuán was the one going insane. Hearing the voice of a dead man in his head, seeing all those- those mirrors that Danny said he wasn’t supposed to.

It was obvious something was going on. Something he didn’t understand, something he wasn’t privy to like the rest of his so-called ‘friends’ were. But he’d been drawn into whatever fantasies they claimed by murdering Jedidiah Shaffer in that casino. Cuán had thrown himself into the shit without a shovel to dig himself back out. And he had to live with that, consequences be damned.

So what? He was surrounded by alleged beings of… inhuman nature, most likely powerful. He didn’t doubt that any of the three in the room with him could kill him if they really wanted. Did they want to? No. They would have done it by now.

None of them were the kind to procrastinate.

“Cuán?” That was Afshani; dear, sweet Sammy. Cuán raised his gaze from the bohemian patterned rug thrown across the floor. “Are you alright?”

“Not really.”

Tommy huffed out a stiff laugh, strong arms folded over his chest. Tommy… should Cuán even still call him that? Or was he supposed to address the God as such?

“You said you’d already had experience with True World folk, Cuán. We didn’t mean to overwhelm you,” Sam said gently. The softness of their voice was like a cleansing lotion to the turmoil in his heart.

Susie frowned, studying Cuán indiscreetly: “You’ve seen others?”

The man nodded, slowly, and her mouth fell open.

“Other than me?”

“He said he’d seen a grindylow,” Sam said quietly, and Tommy raised an eyebrow. “And – Cuán, forgive me if I’m wrong in saying so… but you mentioned a banshee.”

“Aye.”

“You’re kidding,” Susie breathed out, sitting forward on the sofa. Her nails clawed at the plush fabric of the arm like, well… like claws. “Cuán, please tell me you’re joking.”

“Ain’t the type of thing I’d deem funny, Shiori,” he said stiffly.

“You’re done for, Dunleavy,” Tommy supplied unhelpfully. His words were contrite and filled with the same mirth he always spoke with, but the god’s face was a display of uncertainty that Cuán had never seen embedded in the strong lines of his jaw, in the set of his brow. He looked nervous.

“Don’t say that, Vulturnus,” Sam snapped, losing their collective mind for a moment as they examined Cuán with honey-flecked eyes.

“We can figure this out,” Susie said quietly. “People have outrun their fates before.”

“He knows nothing of the true world, Su. And he’s gonna have Reapers after him – “

Shiori bristled, leaping to her feet. “Who said anything about Reapers being involved?”

Tommy sneered: “The hospital think he’s an illegal. He didn’t have a licence.”

“He doesn’t need one! He’s a human!” The woman’s loud voice rang out, and Cuán pressed a hand to his temple as Shaffer sat in the forefront of his mind, content to watch and not say anything. His black amusement crept like a plague into Cuán’s own sensibilities.

“They don’t know that.”

Susie inhaled sharply, her jaw clenching, and she rounded on Cuán with fiery eyes. “You can’t just make anything easy for us, can you?”

“Hey, lady. You tell me first what a ‘reaper’ is and maybe I’ll get to workin’ on my teamwork skills,” Cuán growled back, green eyes narrowed in frustration. “You all sit here, playing human and pretending to care. But you’re so far removed from what it’s like to know nothing. So stop talking like I’m supposed to have a clue what’s goin’ on, and explain.”

Shiori stared at him, her dark eyes heated, knuckles white and clenched at her sides. Sam just watched him with a forlorn expression. Out of all of them, remarkably, it was Brown who looked the least concerned… and that, in and of itself, concerned Cuán.

Do not concern yourself with their fear. You are more than that. You are better.

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frizzle-tales · 2 years ago

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Jiyeon was convinced that Taehyung was not going to let the earlier incident go, rather, that they had to wrap up and leave to home this instant. And then whatever punishment he had in mind would follow the second they’re home.

But to her relief, all seemed forgiven and she thanked the hosts for cleaning up her mess before they moved to the livingroom.

“I’m a good girl?” Jiyeon muttered in surprise. This wasn’t some sort of trick… right? Jiyeon didn’t find a smidge of sarcasm in his tone, and he seemed genuinely satisfied, but still, what kind of reward would he get her? Would it be something twisted? Something that he’d consider as a reward but she didn’t?

Jiyeon was unsure about Taehyung’s request but she still listened and took a sip when the glass was brought to her lips. Truthfully, she was not quite sure what the issue was, but she wasn’t sure if she was missing out on something due to her lack of expertise based on how Namjoon also seemed to find that something was wrong with the drinks.

It was so obvious that Namjoon’s victim was having some sort of personal vendetta towards the younger girl, and Namjoon couldn’t help but stir the pot a little…

Feeling pressured to answer, Jiyeon took another sip to buy some extra time. “Uhm… I guess it could’ve used a little less wine..” Jiyeon shared, picking at her sleeve as she looked down at her lap. She wasn’t sure if that was the answer Taehyung was looking for, but either way, she was ordered to make him a new drink and give Nara some pointers.

When it was made clear that the couple would indeed be staying at Namjoon’s, Jiyeon was told to tell them Goodnight and to thank them for their hospitality, and so she did, before she and Taehyung headed to the guest room.

—

Jiyeon didn’t quite remember falling asleep when she stirred awake the next morning. All she remembered was getting into the bed with her abductor, and listening to the sounds of the rains and thunder storms that boomed every now and then, and before she knew it, she drifted off to a deep slumber.

Jiyeon was also the first to wake up the next morning, slightly disoriented as she had forgotten that they were at Namjoon’s place.

Jiyeon looked to her side, noting that Taehyung was still asleep, it was strange, he looked like just any normal human being when he was doing something as mundane as sleeping. Jiyeon’s eyes drifted further down, noting how toned his chest and stomach were, before her eyes stopped at the waistband of his boxers.

When she noticed him stir, Jiyeon went to lay back down right away, shutting her eyes. Her heart pounding in her chest.

He didn’t see her staring at him, right? After a few seconds, she opened her eyes. “…Good morning.” Jiyeon spoke up first. “How did you sleep?” She asked cautiously, scanning his face.

[🎙️]

Early morning sun poured in through the floor to ceiling windows, peaking out from in between surrounding buildings. Just past 7:30 a.m., Taehyung’s slow breathing interrupted as he stirred awake. His eyes peeled open, and through the blurry slits he vaguely made out the young girl’s frame dropping down. The bed slightly shifting to confirm it.

A hand came to his face, dragging up then through his hair, while he sat up before a tired but very slight grin tugged at the corner of his lips. Looking over his shoulder, he watched as Jiyeon’s once tightly shut eyes “peeled” back open, a soft good morning murmuring in her sweet voice.

“Good morning.” He replied, but didn’t miss the way she seemed to study him, a hint of nerves and embarrassment hidden in her expression. It was easy to guess at the reason as to why, given all the context clues; she was nearly caught admiring him. That had to be it. Why else the reaction? The obvious acting.

How adorably pathetic of her.

Though, a sense of pride flared in his chest, yet he shoved it down as he threw back the blankets, standing up. “I slept fine.” The word was an understatement. He slept like a baby with her next to him; warm, comfortable, like some was just right. Exactly how it was suppose to be. However, that wasn’t something she needed need to know.

“How long have you been awake for, Jiyeonnie?” Taehyung hinted towards her endeavours before he had woken up. Given how her voice lacked the slight rasp he lemme her to almost always when just woken up — there was no way she had stirred awake only moments ago.

The man slipped on his his clothes from the previous day before grabbing his belt, looping it through the various hoops while listening to her answer. With his back facing her, he mused a “Is that so?” Before pulling out a satin robe from the guest room closet.

“Come.” Taehyung beckoned her to get up from the bed, to come over to him. “Put this on.”

—

“Good morning.” Namjoon greeted the couple emerging from the hallway. He folded up the newspaper previously opened in his hands before plopping it down onto the coffee table. “How was your night?”

Taehyung looked down at the girl by his side, nudging her to be the one to answer.

The politician grinned, rising from his seat on the couch. “Nara’s working away on some breakfast for us, but she’d be happy to get the two of you anything you’d like in the meantime.” Almost as if on cue, in a horrifically comedic way, the sounds of pots banging to the floor echoed from the kitchen.

With a hand on Jiyeon’s back, Taehyung took his friend up on the offer and sauntered into the kitchen. There, a frazzled looking Nara frantically darted around the stove.

“Good morning, Nara.” Taehyung hummed, loving the sight in front of him. Obviously, Namjoon’s make shift bride lacked in even the most basic of skills.

Unlike his darling prisoner.

“Morning.”

As expected, he got a half hearted greeting back. Her back stayed turned to him as she shut off a burner to stop water from boiling over before radically mixing vegetables around in the pan so they wouldn’t burn.

“Do you have any coffee made?”

“No, I uh, I didn’t have the chance to yet—”

Before her sentence could finish, Taehyung tsked. A sound both Nara and Jiyeon had time to grow accustomed to. “Hm, Jiyeon’s never struggled with having coffee ready before breakfast, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” He glanced down at her before back towards Nara. “Although, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind putting some on for your guests, would you?”

Why did Namjoon have to choose such a complicated dish? It has been so long since she cooked anything, let alone interact with people. She spent more time out of her last night than in the last year alone.

Why couldn’t scrambled eggs and toast be enough?

It wasn’t like on her own she was a 5 star chef like Miss Jiyeon; who’s oh so perfect and excels in seemingly everything.

“In a minute, I—” Nara tried to interject, as polite as she possible could muster. Even biting down on her tongue to hold back the flood of rage she wanted to release at him.

“Of course she wouldn’t mind doing it right now for you.” Namjoon chipped in.

But these 2 men just wouldn’t stop pressing all her fucking buttons.

Nara slammed the knife down onto the cutting down, facing the group of people that loved to taunt her in her living nightmare. “The coffee pot is over there! He can make it himself if he can’t wait 2 minutes, or have the perfect Miss Ji—”

Her sentence cut off with a yelp, the sound of a slap cutting through the room. The force sent her to the ground, on her knees before her own kidnapper.

“You just never learn, do you, Nara?” His voice was filled with distaste. “What have I told you about disrespecting my guests?” Once seeing the amusement drain from Taehyung’s face, the way his eyes started to turn dark at Jiyeon’s name about to pour from her mouth, he knew he had to step in.

“And here I thought I gave you clear enough warning to be on your best behaviour. I even allowed for you to have a little play date. How fucking ungrateful of you.” He stepped closer. “Apologize to him.”

Nara’s teary eyes glanced up from the tile floor, first at Namjoon, then towards his childhood friend, but her lips made no effort to move. A defiant silence.

A sigh then left the politician’s lips, a slight shake to his head. Contrary to his stoic, almost calm, expression, his hand swiftly moved to grab the woman’s arm. His grip iron tight, rough around her frail limb. Without another warning, without giving her any second chances, he pressed the exposed skin of her inner forearm against stove burner.

Almost immediately, a shrill scream escaped from Nara. She attempted to thrash, desperately trying to get her arm out of his grip, away from the burning hot element. “I’m sorry!” She wailed, a floodgate of tears bursting open to stream down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please, stop!”

Taehyung stood on the other end of the island, unfazed, unbothered, watching the scene unfold as if it was some entertaining reality show. He even couldn’t help but grin at Nara’s tears and screams. They sounded like music to his ears; hearing yet another bitch get the punishment she deserved.

However, his gloating was cut short as a hand clutched his arm. Looking down at Jiyeon, another feeling of pride swelled in his chest as she chose to hide into him. Seek him for shelter. Slowly but surely, she was learning, moulding, into the perfect girl to him. He pulled his arm out from her grip, only to wrap an arm around her waist and pull her closer. “See? Look at how Nara’s acting.” She tucked some short locks behind her ear before taking his fingers through the rest of it. “Aren’t you glad you’ve been acting like a good girl?”

Namjoon’s voice calling out to him was quick to regrab his attention. “Those don’t sound like a sincere apologies to me. Are you satisfied with it, Taehyung?”

A smirk grew across the killer’s lips again. He moved his hand from Jiyeon’s hair down her back to her hip, a shake to his head. “It sounds like she’s just trying to tell us what we want to hear.”

At that, Namjoon firmly pressed down more, causing more wails and cries of agony from the woman. “What are you sorry for?”

“I-I’m sorry for disrespecting you!” She sobbed, her knees buckling from underneath her. “I’m sorry for not listening. I-I’ll make your coffee! I won’t talk back again.”

Finally, Namjoon let go, letting Nara’s arm limply drop down to join her frame on the floor again. Her sniffles and whimpers did nothing to melt the man’s heart of ice. He stayed towered over her, eyes void of any sympathy or guilt.

“Get up. You don’t want to add burning our breakfast to your list of strikes, now do you?”

Nara sniffled again with the shake of her head before pushing herself off the kitchen floor with shaking limbs.

“Put a smile on that face of yours and get my guest what he had asked for. Have I made myself clear?”

The woman nodded, but it was met with yet another slap echoing through the room, a stinging to her cheek. “I said, have I made myself clear?”

“Yes, sir..” She barely managed to whisper.

With that, Namjoon gestured towards the dining table, taking a seat on one side while his company sat across from him.

After a few minutes, Nara brought over a cup of coffee, carrying and setting it down in front of Taehyung with her left hand. She went to turn away to scurry back to the stove, keeping her injured arm tucked in close to her, but the soon to be mayor had always been quicker than she was.

“Ah ah, aren’t you forgetting someone?”

“I’m sorry.” The woman was quick to mutter out of reflex. She turned towards Jiyeon, who looked so annoyingly perfect. Clean hair. The healthy glow any person with access to adequate food and sleep got to have. The satin robe probably made with expensive fibres covering her skin — which seemed to be free of bruises.

It was more than she could say for herself. Ratted hair. Cheap clothes with fabric that itches. Skin drained of life, coated in cuts, burns, and bruises. All unless Namjoon needed her for a quick pr bump to his campaign. “Is there anything you’d like?”

“You’re her guest.” Taehyung piped in, rubbing his thumb across Jiyeon’s knee before pulling away. “Don’t be modest.” Lifting the mug to his lips, he took a sip of his drink. “Oh, while you’re at it, Nara, some cream would be lovely.”

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dxstoeskyvjbess · 2 months ago

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TAKEN ?!

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Harry James Potter didn’t mean to.

He really didn’t !

He walked towards the so-feared Potions class, silently repeating his mantra as if it somehow worked like a spell.

He was anxiously biting his lips and looking at the ground, his heart pounding hard in his chest.

Don’t start staring at her.

DON’T START STARING AT HER.

But honestly? Who could’ve imagined that the very first moment he stepped into the room, side by side with his ginger companion, an astonishing, beautiful, surely taken, and charming view would’ve blessed his watercolor eyes?

He had reasons to believe you had a boyfriend, and he definitely respected it.

But seeing you there—hair perfectly falling on your shoulders, smiling warmly at your friends, and innocently wetting your lips—bloody Merlin, he could’ve melted on the spot.

Therefore, after not even five minutes of mental suffering, Harry eventually gave up trying to act nonchalant or as if he understood more than one out of ten words coming out of Snape’s chapped lips.

And, he eventually gave up trying to hide the fact that he was shamelessly staring at you in awe, nearly salivating with his mouth open (which was the reason he earned some terrifying jokes from Ron, who was enjoying the situation way more than the brunette).

Harry noticed that even though you occasionally smiled and shared a word with your group every now and then, especially with the boy Harry considered surely your boyfriend because of the physical proximity and voices he had previously heard,

You were mainly focused on keeping up with Snape’s unamused lectures and doing whatever he was asking everyone to do, for how possible it was to do so. (Which Harry had no clue about—too busy at the moment.)

And Merlin, if he admired that.

What he didn’t admire, and wasn’t a fan of, was you randomly turning around and catching him in the act.

He was staring at you with an enchanted face and a dumb expression, and Ron was about to burst out laughing when he saw you raising an eyebrow in amusement.

And when Harry realized you were looking straight at him, his mind froze. He wasn’t able to look away, to smile back, or to do anything about it at all.

He just continued, completely petrified, wishing the ceiling could fall over them in seconds from there.

“Potter. Perhaps you’re too above us to attempt paying the slightest bit of attention?” Snape hissed before slamming a Potions book on his desk and storming back to his place.

“You kinda asked for it.”

“Ron, shut up.”

For Harry, the class ended with endless teasing from the ginger about how “obviously” he fancied you, and for you, it ended with the brunette stuck in your mind and a mission to complete.

As soon as every student got out, you casually walked towards the two best friends, your boots hitting the ground and blatantly announcing your presence with the noise.

“Hey, Potter, need to tell me anything?”

His head slowly, painfully even, turned around and met your figure. As soon as Harry met your knowing gaze, his hands felt sweaty, and he suddenly felt the need to run for his life.

He wanted to answer you, he really did, but he honestly wasn’t surprised with himself when the only thing that chickened out of his mouth was a suffocated groan mixed with a mumble and a pinch of shame.

“Cat got your tongue?” you asked, yet you knew with that sly grin of yours it wasn’t even hard to give that effect, and it was incredibly obvious you were enjoying this way more than he did.

“Uhm. Yea uh.. I mean, don’t you– isn’t your boyfriend right there waiting for you?..” the brunette was able to squeak out before clearing his throat and looking away.

Meanwhile, Ron stood with his arms crossed, smirking and actively listening to the conversation as he declared the two of you his new personal favorite comic show.

“Boyfriend? What are you even blabbering about now?” You blinked twice, confusion replacing every feeling you were torn toward a second before.

“Wait… is this about him?” You chuckled incredulously before pointing with your finger at the boy Harry was sure was your boyfriend.

“Potter, he’s my friend—and he’s gay.” You giggled lightly, taking your hand to your forehead and passing your knuckles over your eyebrows. The Chosen One can really be the dumbest, can’t he?

“Oh! Wow, uh…” he stumbled, and he couldn’t have been more glad and surprised at the moment. “So you’re…”

Before you could even begin an answer, Ron happily wrapped an arm around Harry’s shoulder and gave you the same treatment.

“She totally is, Harry! And you two should totally date sometime.”

“Wow, Ron, quick on your feet, uh?” Harry muttered unamused before taking the ginger’s arm off his body in a bothered manner and straightening his clothes.

“Well… I mean, if you’re… maybe we– could go somewhere? Sometime?..” His voice was unsure, and he looked as clumsy as ever, but you weren’t the one to deny such a pleasing offer, right?

“Well, that would be delightful.” You beamed playfully as you gave Ron a quick glance, mouthing ‘Thanks for the help’ before turning your head to Harry once again.

He had excitement splashed all over his face— it was almost funny to look at him grinning like a complete idiot.

But seeing the Chosen One so happy to have earned a casual date with you? Saying it made your heart swell was a big understatement.

The two of you exchanged a warm glance, and your smirk felt more genuine and less habitual every second you looked into his orbs.

In the end, you decided awkwardly staring at each other for five seconds was more than enough, so you cleared your throat and patted his shoulder lightly, maybe with a little mischief in the process.

“See you, Potter.”

You turned around and ran back to your friends.

Harry James Potter was SMITTEN.

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suspensefulpen · 1 year ago

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At Fault

TW: Mentions of Suicide

Part 1

“Did you ever consider that, maybe Jackie was…suicidal?”

Milan and Cara shared a look of pure shock. Milan shook her head. “No, why…why would Jackie be suicidal?”

“Well you said Jackie was acting differently, right?”

“Yes.”

“Maybe there was something going on that you didn’t know about? Maybe they were hiding things from you? Or avoiding questions? Anything like that?”

“Like we said, they’ve been sleeping a lot more than usual lately. We thought that was weird but we didn’t say anything about it. In terms of hiding things, they’re already a kind of reserved person. There’s some things about them that we still don’t know. But not so much that we wouldn’t know if something like this was bound to happen.”

The doctor winced. “Well, some of these cases are like this. The people around them have no clue about what’s going on. Until it’s too late. But in your case, you may have just saved your friend’s life. The possibility of Jackie surviving is somewhat slim but, there’s a chance this goes well.”

Milan looked over at her unconscious friend. Not once did she ever think she’d have to see Jackie like this. It broke her heart to know that her friend didn’t want to wake up. Tears welled in her eyes. She shook her head. “I don’t believe it. There’s no way.”

“While we were working, we found the wound on Jackie’s torso was self-inflicted. We also found a high concentration of alcohol in the bloodstream. The wound was pretty deep. And it was obvious it wasn’t an accident.”

“I still don’t believe it. Jackie would never do something like this.”

The doctor stayed silent, pressing his lips into a line. Cara placed her hand on her friend’s shoulder. “I know this is hard to believe Milli, but like you said, we don’t know a lot about Jackie. We wouldn’t know that they wouldn’t do something like this. But now we do. So the best thing we can do, as Jackie’s friends, is be here for them.”

Milan shifted uncomfortably in her seat at the coffee shop. She stared down into her cup, her mind wandering.

She couldn’t wrap her head around what happened. She was still stunned by the state she and Cara found Jackie in. What if they had never gone to check on Jackie? What would’ve happened to their dear friend? Even in spite of not knowing much about Jackie, Milan never would’ve thought something like this would happen.

“What’s wrong?” Cara asked. She sat across from Milan with her own cup.

“I just.. I can’t believe that. I kind of feel like…it was my fault.” Tears filled Milan’s eyes.

The former gave her a look of shock. “What makes you feel like that? Like I said before we wouldn’t have known for us to prevent this from happening.”

“Because I was the one who forced Jackie to be our friend. Jackie only stuck around because I met them and started hanging out with them, even when they didn’t really want to be bothered.”

“Well, Jackie isn’t very social to begin with. But think of it this way, imagine where they’d be if we weren’t friends with them. We wouldn’t have been there to save Jackie in the first place.”

A tear rolled down Milan’s face as she began to imagine the alternate outcome. “I guess you’re right…”

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lady-ashfade · 2 years ago

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Can you do a kazzle dazzle were kaz is like in love with reader while reader doesn't think so and all the crows tease him and stuff because its somewhat obvious to everyone but reader. And kaz like leaves her anonymous gifts. And then maybe a love confection at the end?

Sorry if your not taking requests

What gave me away?

Kaz brekker x Fem!Reader

I’ve seen so much like this and I just love it! I want kaz to gift me things.

Notes: Longest kaz fic of mine, like I haven’t wrote this much for one character in a while. You can be a crow in this, or just work at the club.

Warnings: Fluffy, cursing I think, teasing from the group, kaz being a little soft. Maybe some angst. Spelling mistakes.

His hooded eyes stared at her fingers as she washed to counter, moving them up he looks at her face. The face that he admired and couldn’t help but feel warm when he looked at her. She wear a dress, not too fancy or too boring. She worked the bar or help the kitchen at times, so she always got stains on her dress. She looked beautiful to him even now, messy dress and a little dirt on her cheek.

She had her lips pouted a bit and at whatever she was thinking about, he found it cute. He couldn’t help but do this often, he just feel in a trace. Kaz let his mind run to far that everyone there notice his absence mind. Smirking, Nina was the first to speak. “You got a bit of drool there, boss.” She leaned close and pointed to the corner of his lips but never touched him.

Kaz broke his trance and turned to her with a glare, “Excuse me?” She laughed and sat back into her boyfriend arms. “You’re partially ripping her clothes off in your mind. And not to mention your heart is acting weird, you wanna go talk to her?” She asked with a teasing small voice as if she was talking to a child.

He took a deep breath of annoyance and rolled his eyes. “She’s using the wrong rag, she should have switched it out a hour ago.” He stated to throw their thoughts off. Nina nodded but she didn’t believe it, no one at the table did. “I don’t know boss” Jesper tapped in, “You were giving her the eyes.” He moved his eyebrows.

“What eyes?” Kit had no clue what he was talking about. Jesper laughed and turned to wylan who already knew what to do. They stare at each other with big eyes and admiring their features, like a puppy. Nina giggled and hit the table, “He looks exactly like that!” Kaz groaned at their teasing, “Stop taking or you’re all out a job.” He grabbed his cane and stood up with it.

“No, boss don’t leave.” Jesper called out as they watch him leave, “Kazzel, we’re sorry.” Nina watched him leave. Once he disappeared they all looked at each other with big smirks. “He was totally drooling.” Jesper laughed. “Totally, now” she pulled out her coin purse. “Who wants to bet on them?” The table pitched in and were planning to get Inej in on it later.

//~//

His office was quiet and he could hear the sounds dying down as the club closed and the workers left, the only person left was you and the other crows. A knock at the door made his ears perk up, he knew who it was. “Come on.” His voice sounded light and low. You step through the door with a tray in your hand and carefully walked. “What have you brought this time?” He continued to write on the paper.

You smiled and walked over to him and set the tray on the table in the corner. “Well, get ready to eat a feast.” You giggle and picked up a big plate. He pushed his paper away, he learned that even if he wasn’t hungry you wouldn’t care. You placed the plate down in front of him and set down the utensils he needed. “Cabbage rolls, with a small side of eggs. And my favorite, seasoned potatoes.”

He looked up at you, his eyes questioning you. “We didn’t serve these tonight.” You smiled and shrugged, “They just appeared out of no where.” You walked back over to the table to get the other things you brought him. “And you’d feed this to me not knowing if it was poison?” He grabbed the fork and poked the food, but he knew you had made it. “Maybe I want whatever you have stashed around here.”

He hummed and you came back over and set down a glass of water and a smaller plate, a sweet roll on top of it. He remembered when you found out he had a sweet tooth you always got him one, he hated someone knowing that. But if it was going to be anyone he was fine with it being you.

“You better drink the whole glass of water, and eat at least half of everything.” You dropped your eyelids and leaned on his decks. “If that’s all, leave me to it.” He looked back down. Your eyes glanced over a bit and your breath hitched. Nodding you picked up the tray and walked out of the room like he told you.

“You should stay, be with me for a while.” The words you always wished to hear spoke through your head in his voice. You knew kaz was closed off, he didn’t like to show anyone anything he didn’t have to. It was known that he cared about you and the crows…But you hoped he cared more, like you did him. Each night you glanced at him, when he would walk around the bar with a glare and looked like a angry dog. You hated yourself for falling for a man that couldn’t love you back.

The next day you walked through the alleyways as the fog still covered the streets, the sun coming up and the soft light shined. You did like the morning because the way you took, there was never many people. You got to hear the birds that nest around and you could hear yourself think. Entering the club you worked and smiled at the men that work the table set up, you went to the bar. As you got closer you noticed something on the table, a box wrapped in a ribbon that wasn’t there when you closed.

Curiosity got the better of you and you looked at the note attached to it and your eyes widen as you saw your name written. There was no other name or any hint as to who it could be. It could be some sort of bomb or a poisons animal, but sometimes you couldn’t let the wonders stay. So you took of the top of the box and saw a few cookie cutters and your heart stop as you pick one of them up. You remember them from the store you went by, you stayed about a hour just convincing yourself not to waste money.

You looked up to see if anyone was looking at you, if you could spot the person who gifted it but you saw no one. Smiling big you took the box and put it under the corner. Everyone noticed the whole day you were more happy and hopping around the place. Everyone was more alive to see you like that, and it made them feel happier. When Nina asked what you were so happy about, you told her about the gift. “Who got it for you.” She raised a cup to her mouth and then took a bite of her waffle. “No clue, it wasn’t signed.” She was stunned for a moment as you walked off. Then she remembered that your boss was aways interested in your smile, so she put the pieces together.

That was just the start of the weekly gifts that were on the counter when you entered the club. Sometimes it was a flower vase with your favorite flowers. Sometimes it was new baking equipment, others it was just small things you would look at in the market. Once your shoes broke at work and you had to finish the shift with no shoes. Then, a man came in with a new pair as the club closed and that was your final straw.

You needed to find the person. They always knew what you wanted or needed. At first you thought it would be Inej because she couldn’t be seen, but you asked her and she said no. You could tell when she was lying. You asked everyone and they all said no, but you never asked kaz. It wasn’t even on your mind but it you needed to cross every box off. So when you brought him his nightly meal you had the perfect opportunity to ask.

This time his sweet was a cookie in the shape of one of the cutters he had got you. He lightly smiled with his eyes because you had used it. “Kaz.” You set down the glass on his desk. He glanced at you and then back down for you to get the words out. You tried to control the sweat coming off your body and your heart from beating fast.

“I’ve been getting these gifts, and I have no idea who they are from.” He nodded his head and picked up some food with his fork. “And are they threatening?” You shook your head and bit your lips. “No, they are sweet actually. Who ever is sending them is actually paying attention to me.” You fumbled your hands.

“Is that all you wanted to say? Why tell me this?” He sound annoyed. “Because I wanted to know if..” you stoped and looked at him. He let a few seconds pass by and looked up at you as you went silent and frozen. “If?” He asked to get you to keep going.

You needed to just bite the bullet and ask him. Part of you wanted it to be him- No. All of you wanted it to be him. To know that he pays attention to you, noticing everything like you do him. “Are you sending them?” You let out a breath. He stopped for a minute and looked into your eyes, you noticed his lips slowly curl up into a smirk.

“What gave me away?”

That wasn’t what you thought you would hear. And you actually thought you imagined it for a minute. It made your mind fly with thoughts and it took you so much by surprise, you stop working for a moment. “So, it was you?” Your brows raised themselves but crunched, he loved that look. “Hmm, but I should have guessed you would have figured me out.”

It clinked into your brain, it made your stomach fill with butterflies and heart flatter. “So, why did you do it?” You smiled at him. “I like to see you smile. I needed to show you thatI think about you non stop but, i couldn’t say it to your face.” He was truthful. “I-” he took a deep breath and raised his hand slowly and put it above yours. You he had a problem with touch, and that he was working on it.

Before you could voice your opinion he place his hand on top of your softly, it fit over yours perfectly. It was warm and the leather felt nice. “I have these feelings for you, that I don’t know what to do with. But, I’d like to have you as mine.” You smiled wide and tried not to cry, so you giggled at the overwhelming feeling.

“I will be yours, Kaz Brekker.” He actually smiled for the first time, not a small one but a bigger one. You could tell he was trying for you and you couldn’t help but find it adorable, but you couldn’t voice it. “Now, eat up and I’ll be back in a few. I want you to tell me that again.” You pranced out his office like you owned the place and acted high and mighty.

He sighed and chuckled, shaking his head at how much you affected him. The only warmth he felt inside was thinking of you, or seeing you.

“I’ll be yours kaz brekker.” He would replay those words in his head until his last breath.

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