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missrosiesworld · 2 years ago

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Shot at Love II

Sofia woke up early feeling a mix of anticipation and annoyance. Her boss left her a message saying that Betty had called out again, leaving Sofia to handle the yogurt shop alone. Despite her frustration, Sofia reminded herself that she had done it before and could do it again. She stretched for a few minutes before freshening up with a quick shower and then brushing her teeth. Sofia decided to let her naturally curly hair shine and styled it with a leave-in conditioner, wide-tooth comb, and styling gel, finishing it off by diffusing it with a blow dryer.

For her makeup routine, she applied a light foundation to even out her skin tone, concealed any blemishes, and then set it with a light layer of powder. She then created a subtle smoky eye using soft browns and warm beiges from a neutral eyeshadow palette, added a thin line of brown eyeliner, and finished with a couple of coats of mascara. Sofia applied a peachy-pink blush on the apples of her cheeks and a tinted lip balm to moisturize her lips.

Sofia then dressed in her black and white tie-dye pant set consisting of a tube top and wide-leg pants. The pants were form-fitting with a high waistband, and she paired them with white sneakers and a black crossbody bag. She decided to add her black hoop earrings and silver studs to finish her look. She slips them on, admires herself once more, and then pauses to laugh to herself, knowing that she'll be changing into her work uniform once she arrives at the yogurt shop. Nevertheless, she's happy that she took the time to put together a cute outfit and make herself feel good.

"I'm doing this for me," she said to herself as she looked in the mirror. "I deserve to feel good, even if it's just for me."

As Sofia unlocked the doors and flipped on the lights at the yogurt shop, she couldn't help but feel annoyed. This was the third time this month that she had to work alone because Betty had called out. She knew it was going to be a long day, but she tried to push the annoyance aside and focus on her tasks.

Sofia glanced at the clock and saw that it was only 10am, so she decided to use the downtime to get ahead on some of her cleaning tasks. As she wiped down the counters and scrubbed the machines, she had a conversation with herself. "Okay, Sofia, you can do this," she said. "It's just another day at the shop. You've done this before, and you can do it again. And hey, at least you don't have to deal with annoying co-workers or your boss."

She continued to clean, organizing the toppings and making sure everything was spotless. Even though she still felt a little annoyed about working alone, she felt better after talking to herself. She reminded herself that she was capable and that she could handle the workload. Sofia finishes up her cleaning tasks and heads back to the counter, her thoughts drifting to how she can't wait to be done with this place. As she approaches the counter, her thoughts are interrupted by a customer at the door.

"Welcome one, welcome all to Popov's Big Top Yogurtopiaaaaa...." Sofia recites the mandated greeting with a forced smile, cringing internally at how cheesy it sounds. Suddenly, she hears a chuckle and a familiar soft voice saying, "Haha... I know. I was here yesterday."

Sofia looks up to see the same shy and cute guy from yesterday, and she feels a small smile forming on her lips. "Oh, hi," she says, feeling a bit surprised that he's back so soon.

As he looks at her and begins to blush, Sofia feels a slight flutter in her heart. "You still work here?" he asks, his voice sounding a little shaky. He looks away from her, scratching his neck in what seems like a nervous gesture. Sofia can't help but smile at his reaction, "I'm here and in uniform, same as last time." she replies, trying to hide her own excitement.

He nods his head, still blushing, "Cool. Cool..." he trails off, seeming to linger near the counter. Sofia can't tell if he's interested in the yogurt or just trying to find something to say. She waits, hoping he won't ask for cookies because she hasn't had a chance to restock the little shelves today.

Suddenly, he looks up at her and asks, "You uh....You got a boyfriend?" Sofia is caught off guard and almost chokes on her own words. "I-I uh..." She can't believe this is happening and wonders if she's still dreaming. "Whattttt do you mean?" she asks, trying to make sure she's not misinterpreting his words.

The guy looks at her, his cheeks still flushed as he says, "You know. Like. A boyfriend." Sofia can feel her face turning red as she nervously plays with her hair. She's not used to guys asking her out, especially cute ones like him.

Sofia's heart is racing as she takes a deep breath and responds, "Uh, no. No, I don't have a boyfriend." She feels her cheeks warming up and hopes he doesn't notice. The guy looks at her with a hint of relief and smiles. "Oh, good. That's good," he says, before awkwardly shuffling his feet. Sofia can't help but smile at how cute he looks when he's nervous. She decides to take a chance and ask him a question of her own.

"So, um, what's your name?" The guy gives a small smile as he looks up at her. "It's Nick," he says, his voice still a bit nervous. Sofia nods and introduces herself with a smile, "I'm Sofia." She adds, "Nice to meet you, Nick." Nick nods back, his shyness evident, "Nice to meet you too, Sofia," he says, looking at her with a small smile.

Taking a deep breath, Sofia musters up the courage to keep the conversation going. "So, Nick, what brings you here today?" she asks, hoping to get to know him better. Nick scratches his head, clearly thinking of the right answer. "To be honest, I came to see you again," he confesses, gazing into her eyes.

Sofia's heart flutters at his words, and she can't believe someone as charming as Nick is interested in her. "Really?" she asks, her face breaking into a smile.

Nick nods, giving her a shy grin. "Yeah, I thought we could grab a coffee or something after you finish your shift," he suggests, hoping to make plans with her.

Sofia's heart leaped with excitement at Nick's proposal. She thought for a moment and suggested, "How about we grab boba instead? There's a great place a few blocks away from here." Nick's eyes brightened at the idea. "Boba sounds perfect," he said with a broad smile.

The rush of adrenaline hit Sofia as she realized that she had just made plans with Nick. She couldn't believe her luck and playfully winked at him, "It's a deal." Nick's grin widened as his blush intensified. "Great. I'll wait for you outside when you're done," he said before turning to leave. "See you soon, Sofia."

Sofia watched him walk away, feeling a mixture of happiness and nervousness. She couldn't believe that this was happening, but she was excited to see where things would go with Nick.

As Nick leaves, Sofia can't help but feel giddy with excitement. She lets out a squeal of joy and jumps up and down a little bit before realizing that she's still at work. She looks around and sees that there are no customers in the shop. Sofia takes a deep breath and tries to calm down, knowing that she still has a few hours left in her shift. She starts wiping down the counters and checking the inventory, but her mind keeps wandering back to Nick.

"I can't believe this is happening," she mutters to herself with a grin.

As she works, Sofia starts to imagine what her date with Nick will be like. She pictures them walking down the street, sipping on their boba drinks and laughing together. She wonders what they'll talk about and if they'll have any chemistry.

Suddenly, the bell above the door jingles, interrupting her thoughts. Sofia looks up to see a customer walking in. "Hi there!" Sofia greets the customer with a smile, happy to have something to distract her from her thoughts.

The customer smiles back and starts to browse the selection of frozen yogurt flavors. Sofia helps her pick out a few toppings and weighs the cup, ringing up the purchase. As the customer leaves, Sofia's mind goes back to Nick and their upcoming date.

"I can't wait to see him again," she thinks to herself, a smile creeping onto her face.

Sofia feels a mix of excitement and nervousness as she finishes cleaning up the yogurt shop and gets dressed into her regular clothes. She tries to ignore the nagging thoughts about whether this is actually a date or just two people getting to know each other. "Isn't that what dating is?" she mutters to herself, trying to brush off the anxiety and focus on the moment.

As she locks the door, she can't help but feel a sense of anticipation for her upcoming time with Nick. Sofia's mind races with questions about Nick. Who is he as a person? What does he like to do? What does he do for work? She can't wait to find out more about him.

As she finishes locking up, she notices Nick sitting at the bench outside the yogurt shop, just like he said he would. Sofia feels a mix of excitement and relief as she approaches him. "Hey, sorry for the long wait," she says, hoping he hadn't been sitting there the whole time. Nick stands up, a warm smile on his face. "No worries at all," he reassures her. "I didn't mind waiting. How was your shift?"

Sofia can feel the nervousness dissipating as they start chatting. She tells Nick about her day at the yogurt shop, and he listens attentively, asking questions and making small talk. She starts to feel more comfortable around him and is eager to learn more about him too.

Sofia chuckles, feeling more at ease. "So, boba?" she asks, changing the subject. Nick gives a nod of agreement, his smile broadening. "Yes, boba," he replies, as Sofia starts leading the way, happy to guide him to her favorite boba spot.

Walking through the city streets, she found everything seemed somehow more vibrant - the buildings towered majestically, the passersby bustled with infectious energy, and the city sounds created a symphony of life.

As they walked down the street, Sofia and Nick talked easily about their day. Despite Nick's initial shyness, he seemed to open up a bit more around Sofia, making her feel special. As they approached their destination, Sofia decided to ask the question that had been lingering in her mind.

“Nick,” she began, her voice wavering slightly, “Is this… is this a date?” The words hung in the air between them for a moment before Nick turned to look at her. There was a slight blush on his cheeks, but he didn't look away. “If you want it to be,” he replied, his voice steady despite his blushing face. “I mean, I'd like it to be a date.” His honesty made Sofia's heart flutter, and she nodded, feeling her face heat up. "Then, it's a date," she confirmed, and they both broke into shy smiles.

As they walked into the boba shop, Sofia watched Nick's eyes widen with delight when he spotted the Horchata Boba on the menu. It was just a minor detail, but it was one Sofia mentally bookmarked. As they sat down with their drinks, Nick seemed more relaxed. His initial shyness seemed to fade away as they talked about their interests, hobbies, and a bit of their lives. Sofia learned about his twin Pomeranians, Pico and Cheese, who Nick described with great affection and was an avid video gamer. She also found out that he disliked scary movies and straight liquor, which made her laugh.

What truly surprised her was when Nick mentioned his profession. "I'm a social media influencer by day," he said with a slight shrug. Sofia was taken aback, but his next revelation was even more surprising. "And I'm a professional male dom by night."

Despite his cool exterior, Sofia was taken aback by this revelation about Nick's night job. It was an unexpected facet of his life, but the candidness with which he discussed it reflected a deep sense of self-acceptance. She was quiet for a moment, processing the information. Then, she stole a glance at him, her eyes meeting his briefly before flitting away nervously. She wrung her hands around her winter melon milk green tea, uncertainty creeping in.

"Nick," she began, her voice a soft murmur in the bustling cafe. "Can I... um, can I ask you some questions about your night job? I mean, only if you're okay with it." Her words hung in the air, fragile as glass. She braced herself, uncertain of his response, yet hoping she hadn't crossed any line.

Nick seemed momentarily startled by her request, and a twinge of regret flickered across Sofia's face. She was on the verge of retracting her question, reassuring him he didn't have to answer when he raised a soothing hand. "Sofia," he responded in a soothing tone, "I appreciate you asking." He paused for a moment, taking a sip of his own drink before continuing. "I'm okay with it. Ask away."

His words brought a wave of relief over Sofia. She felt an odd mixture of nervousness and excitement - she was about to delve into a world she knew very little about. "Okay, so," Sofia initiated, placing her drained boba cup on the table and inhaling a deep, steadying breath. "What exactly does your work involve? I mean, from what I understand, it has to do with... dominating people, right?"

Nick chuckled a bit before nodding. "That's a pretty basic way to put it, but yes. It's a role where I exert control in a consensual, negotiated scenario. It's less about pain or humiliation and more about a power dynamic, a relationship of trust. The people who come to me do so because they have a need or desire to surrender control, to explore certain fantasies or feelings that they may not be able to in other aspects of their lives." He paused, making sure Sofia was still following along. "Does that make sense?"

Sofia nodded slowly, her gaze focused on Nick as she took in his words. "Yes, it does make sense. I had a bit of a different perception before, but it's good to hear it from you." She hesitated for a moment, her fingers nervously playing with the straw in her now-empty cup. "Do... do you have sex with your clients?"

Nick shook his head, a slight smile playing on his lips. "No, Sofia. It's a common misconception, but no, I don't have sex with my clients. It's all about control and surrender, about boundaries and trust. But it doesn't involve actual sex. It's more psychological than physical in many ways. Again, every dom has their own set of rules and boundaries, and that's one of mine."

Sofia let out a quiet sigh of relief. She respected Nick's profession and the professionalism with which he carried it out. "Thank you for telling me, Nick. I really appreciate your honesty," Sofia said, giving him a small, grateful smile. She felt a newfound respect for Nick, admiring the way he approached his unconventional line of work with such care and integrity.

Nick gave a nod, his gaze softening. "Of course, Sofia. I understand that my job might be...a bit overwhelming to understand or even accept at first. I just want you to know that I'm open to talk about it anytime you want, and I appreciate you trying to understand it instead of judging it."

Their conversation flowed naturally, shifting from lighter topics to past experiences. Nick looked at Sofia, curiosity in his eyes. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but, can you tell me about your last relationship?" he asked, his tone gentle.

Sofia paused for a moment before giving a small nod. "My last relationship ended on a sour note," Sofia started, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. "He cheated on me while he was away at school. It was... painful, to say the least."

Nick's expression softened as Sofia shared her past. He reached out, placing his hand over hers in a gentle show of support. "I'm really sorry to hear that, Sofia," he said earnestly. "No one deserves to go through that." A thoughtful pause fell over him, and then he asked, "Is that why you asked about my job? You're worried that... because of what I do, I might not be faithful?" His voice was gentle, not accusatory. It was a fair question, he figured. One that deserved a sincere answer.

Sofia took a moment to consider his question. "It's a valid concern," she admitted, "But no, that's not the reason. Your job is... unique. I asked because I wanted to understand it better." She offered him a sincere smile. "I believe that every profession has its own challenges and boundaries, and it's important to understand those, especially in a relationship." She went on to explain, "Just because my ex-boyfriend cheated on me, doesn't mean I'm going to distrust you because of your job. That wouldn't be fair to you."

Nick's eyes softened as he listened to Sofia, taking in her words and her perspective. He admired her maturity and her ability to separate individuals from their actions. "Sofia," he started, his voice warm. "I appreciate your understanding, really. It means a lot to me that you don't judge me because of my job."

A slight blush crept up his cheeks, as he mustered the courage to ask, "Does this mean you'd be interested in... maybe getting to know each other better? Maybe on another date?" His gaze remained steady on hers, hopeful yet understanding if she wasn't ready. Sofia's heart fluttered at Nick's words, his question bringing a gentle blush to her cheeks. She looked into his eyes, those sincere eyes that held so much warmth.

"I... yes," she stammered, her smile slowly growing. "I'd love that, Nick. I want to get to know you better. And another date sounds perfect." She held his gaze for a moment longer, basking in the glow of their shared connection. Nick's response was filled with genuine relief and joy. "I look forward to our second date," he stated, his voice soft, yet laced with enthusiasm.

Noticing the dimming light outside, he rose from his seat. "It's getting late," he noted, glancing out the window at the softly glowing city streets. "Would you mind if I walked you home?" His voice was warm, his offer reflecting the closeness that had grown between them during their conversation. Sofia looked outside at the dimming city lights, then back to Nick, her smile matching the warm glow in her eyes. "I'd appreciate that," she said, her tone sincere.

She got up from her chair, taking one last glance around the now almost empty boba shop. What had started as a casual first date had blossomed into a surprisingly comfortable evening filled with genuine conversation. And she had a feeling that it was just the beginning.

As the night sky was painted with twinkling stars, Sofia and Nick found themselves strolling side by side through the quieter city streets. The conversation flowed easily between them as they navigated the somewhat deserted sidewalks, their shared laughter echoing off the surrounding buildings. Nick’s nervousness seemed to have dissipated, replaced by a calm confidence.

The dim glow from the street lamps cast long shadows as they moved, their footsteps synchronized in a comfortable rhythm. Sofia listened attentively as Nick shared stories about his twin Pomeranians, Pico and Cheese, and how he managed to balance his day job as a social media influencer with his nighttime role. She found herself laughing at his anecdotes and admiring his commitment to his passions.

Before long, Sofia's apartment building came into view, its windows a series of glowing squares in the city night.

"We're here," Sofia said, breaking the silence as she turned towards Nick. His gaze met hers, a spark of warmth flickering in his eyes. "I had a really great time tonight, Sofia," Nick said, his voice sincere. "And I'm looking forward to our next date." Sofia felt her heart flutter at his words. "Me too, Nick," she replied, a gentle smile playing on her lips. Without speaking, they stepped into a warm embrace, their bodies melting into each other. Sofia rested her head on Nick's chest, feeling his heartbeat under her ear, steady and reassuring.

Nick gently raised his hand, letting his fingers lightly trace a path up her back, until they came to rest at the nape of her neck, his thumb softly brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face. Slowly, they pulled apart, the world seeming to quiet as they held each other's gaze.

At that moment, she knew she wanted to be closer to him. Taking a small step forward, she tilted her head up to meet his eyes, her heart pounding in her chest. "Nick," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "Can I... Can I kiss you?" Nick's eyes widened slightly at her question, but then he smiled, his gaze softening even further. "Yes, Sofia," he murmured, "I'd like that very much."

Their gaze interlocked, the air pulsing with unspoken anticipation. Sofia's hand tentatively rose to rest on his cheek, the cool skin of his face contrasting against the warmth of her palm. His hands found a natural place on her waist, gently pulling her closer. With their faces just inches apart, they could sense the warmth of each other's breath, an intoxicating allure growing between them.

Sofia, with one last look into his eyes, eliminated the space that separated them. The kiss was delicate and curious, an inquiry tendered and reciprocated as they moved in harmony, discovering the unique tempo of the other. Nick secured her even closer, deepening the kiss, his hand nestling comfortably at the curve of her back. His other hand gently cradled her face, his thumb caressing her cheek.

They separated moments later, their foreheads still leaning against each other, their breaths mixing in the crisp night air. With their eyes shut, they savored the remnants of the kiss that still tingled on their lips. The tranquil night wrapped them in its embrace as they stood together, content and connected.

As Sofia gradually opened her eyes, she found Nick watching her, his face illuminated by a tender smile. "That... was nice," he murmured, his eyes mirroring the joy emanating from hers. "It was," Sofia concurred, her cheeks blushing a soft pink. She retreated slightly, her gaze never straying from his. "I'd like to do that again... on our next date," she teased. "I'd like that," Nick responded, playfully echoing her teasing tone. He inclined, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Until then, Sofia."

They bid each other farewell, their promises to meet again imbuing the air with anticipation. As they left, their faces wore lingering smiles, their minds filled with the memory of a sweet kiss beneath the warm glow of the streetlamp.

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justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms · 2 years ago

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Hallo, could I have a request for Honkai Star Rail, Genshin Impact, & Full Metal Alchemist? ^^

My name is Corvid, I’m nonbinary asexual and use they/them pronouns. I’m a virgo sun, and aries moon, my mbti is INTP.

I’m average height (5’5 ft), I’m chubby and have warm olive skin tone. I have brown eyes, and have dark circles under them. My hair is short and curly, longer in front so I have bangs that nearly cover my eyes, and my undercut that’s been growing out. My bangs are dyed purple, and my hair is soft.

My style falls into goth and punk aesthetics, and my clothes are grunge from me altering them. (My favorite pieces are my battle jacket and my batwing hoodie.)

I have a bad rbf but light up when I see my close friends.

I’m a pretty quiet person normally and tend to keep to my self. When around my friends my more chaotic nature shines. I usually take care of others before myself.

I like art, history, mythology, video games, anime, thunderstorms, music, and alternative fashion.

I dislike crowded areas, too much noises at once, making eye contact, and rude people.

My hobbies are creating art (drawing/ writing), reading, listening to music, playing video games, playing ttrpgs, altering my clothes, doing makeup, cooking/baking, collecting trinkets and swimming.

I usually have trinkets in my clothes pockets, and I gift them to my close friends.

I hope this is okay, if not then feel free to ignore it, please take care ^^ 🖤

Hi Corvid! Thank you for your request! Aah! My first Fullmetal Alchemist matchup! It's my favourite series! I hope you like your matchups!

In Honkai Star Rail, I match you with...

Caelus matches your quiet but chaotic energy well.

Loves playing video games with you! Anything that you can both play together is a game he's interested in.

I also see Caelus as a fan of anime, especially action packed shows like My Hero Academia and Black Clover.

Caelus would enjoy cooking with you. There's usually a pretty big mess to clean up at the end but whatever you make usually ends up tasting pretty good.

If you're in a busy, crowded place and are getting uncomfortable, Caelus will excuse you from the conversation and take you somewhere quiet. He'll sit with you until you feel like going back to the group.

Loves it when you gift trinkets to him. I see Caelus as someone who likes collecting little things from different worlds, so he'll add anything you give him to his collection.

In Genshin Impact, I match you with...

Xinyan loves your hidden chaotic nature! She loves it when someone trusts her enough to reveal their true self. Especially when it's such a fun nature!

Modern au Xinyan would love playing video games with you, as well as watching you play them. Every time you get past a particularly challenging part, she's jumping up cheering you on!

Loves your fashion sense. She's always on the lookout for accessories for you when she's travelling around playing music.

Any trinkets you give her are somehow being incorporated into her outfit. Keychains are being clipped to her belt. Bracelets are going on her arms. Anything that isn't easily attached is going in a pouch in her guitar case.

Her music is usually pretty loud so, even though she'd love to perform for you, she'll always check in to see how you're doing. If you need to have a break, she's more than happy to postpone her playing and have some quiet time with you.

In Fullmetal Alchemist, I match you with...

Edward matches your chaotic energy but he's outgoing straight off the bat. Your initially quiet nature balances out his loud nature.

As loud as he may be, he'll try to be a bit quieter around you. If he's being too loud, you can count on Alphonse to notice your discomfort and tell his brother off.

If you're in a crowd and getting uncomfortable, Ed will do his best to get you somewhere quiet. If he can't get you out of the crowd quickly, he's transmuting a path up and out.

Ed loves your fashion sense! It matches his aesthetic pretty well so he'll always look for cool clothes and accessories that he would wear if he's shopping for you.

Every trinket you give him, he's keeping. The pockets of his pants and coat are full of things you've given him.

He'll return the favour by giving you trinkets as well. They might be a rock he picked up at the side of the road, or some new makeup.

#writing #fanfic #matchup #matchup request #request #honkai star rail #caelus #genshin impact #xinyan #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #edward elric

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hecate-black · 2 months ago

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INFORMATION & STATISTICS FOR HECATE BLACK

"I have lived a thousand lives and I’ve loved a thousand loves. I’ve walked on distant worlds and seen the end of time…" — George R.R. Martin

ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Full Name: Hecate Black

Nickname(s)/Alias(es): HB, Hettie

Date of Birth: October 9th, 1988

Age: 36

Gender + Pronouns: Female, She/Her

Place of birth: Yuma, Arizona

Parents: Ronan (Incubi) & Maeve Solenne (Witch)

Siblings: Jasper (Younger brother)

Relationship with family (close? estranged?): Complex and deeply rooted in loyalty, responsibility, and love; She feels a deep sense of responsibility toward her parents since taking on their caretaker role when she was a child. While she loves them, this responsibility sometimes weighs on her, creating a mix of affection and a hint of resentment or exhaustion, though she would never openly acknowledge it. Her relationship with her brother is filled with mutual support and understanding. They are very close, rely on each other, often communicate without words, and share a deep bond from their shared struggles and survival. Despite the challenges, Hecate’s love for her family is unwavering. She is fiercely protective of them, and even though her lifestyle is wild and free-spirited, her family remains a central part of her life

Pets: Salem, a black cat

PHYSICAL:

Height: 5′ 2″ (157.5 cm)

Build: Slender and petite

Species: Siphoner Succubi Hybrid

Distinguishing Facial Features: High cheekbones, a defined jawline, full lips and slightly almond-shaped eyes, which gives her a striking and distinctive look

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Usual Hair Style: Braids with strands of hair escaping here and there and woven beads, feathers, or colorful threads

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Complexion (freckles, acne, skin tone, birthmarks, scars): Warm, light brown complexion; light freckles across her nose and cheeks that she usually covers with makeup

Disabilities (physical or mental, including mental illnesses): Anxiety, PTSD, A Bad Knee (an old injury she never got properly looked at as a kid)

What do they consider their best feature?: Her sharp and observant eyes that are capable of seeing through people’s lies and have a captivating quality that draws people in

Worst they’ve ever been injured (what, how did it happen)?: The worst injury Hecate sustained was when she was 12 and had to flee with her family after the attack. She was caught by one of the attackers and severely cut across her side with a knife while trying to protect her brother. The wound required stitches, and though it healed, it left a small scar and a reminder of her past

APPEARANCE:

Favorite outfit: A flowy, off-the-shoulder peasant top paired with a long, layered bohemian skirt and a wide belt with intricate designs. Accessorized with multiple necklaces, rings, bracelets, and shoes or barefoot

Glasses? Contacts?: She wears glasses for reading sometimes

Personal Hygiene: Casually clean with earthy scents

Tattoos? Piercings?: A septum piercing and multiple piercings in each ear; about fifty-five small and very meaningful tattoos scattered across her body

What does their voice sound like?: Her voice is low and smooth with a hint of raspiness

Accent?: None specific and subtle

Unique mannerisms/physical habits: She has a habit of fidgeting with her rings when she’s nervous or deep in thought, tilting her head slightly when she’s analyzing or trying to figure someone out, humming softly to herself when she’s relaxed or content, and pausing before she speaks, as though she’s measuring her words carefully

Left handed or right?: Ambidextrous

Do they work out/exercise?: Not regularly but does like dance, yoga, and walking

BELIEFS & INTELLECT:

Known Languages: Romani, English, Spanish, French, Basic Latin (for spells)

Zodiac: Libra

Gifts/talents: Exceptionally good at reading people and finding their weaknesses, Card Games, Gambling

Religious stance: Spiritual but does follow some Wiccan traditions

Pet peeves: People who lie badly, Judgmental attitudes toward unconventional lifestyles, Overly loud or aggressive behavior in public spaces

Optimist or pessimist: Somewhere in between, leaning slightly toward optimism but very cautious

Extrovert or introvert: Extrovert

INTIMACY & RELATIONSHIPS:

Relationship status: Single

Sexual orientation: Pansexual

Ideal mate/qualities they look for in a mate: Looks for someone who is loyal, understanding, and adventurous; someone who can keep up with her wild side but also provide the stability she sometimes craves; A partner who respects her independence is crucial

Ever been in love?: Might be currently for the first time right now

What’s their love language?: Physical Touch and Acts of Service

Most important person in their life?: Her family, her sisters in her coven, her very good friend, and crush, Adelina

VOCATION:

Level of education: High School Diploma

Profession: Dealer at the Coral Diamond Casino

Past occupations: Various odd jobs during her travels like bartending and fortune telling at carnivals, fire dancing, and singing at small venues

Passions: Herbalism, Music, Collecting rare, old books

Which is more important – money or doing something they love?: Doing something she loves

SECRETS:

Phobias: Has a fear of fear of being trapped and/or losing her freedom and losing the ones she loves

Life goals: To find true love, no matter how much she would deny it if asked, and create a family of her own; one that’s stable and secure, unlike her own upbringing, To open a metaphysical shop where she can share her love of books and magic

Greatest fears: Failing the people she cares about, Betrayal, Being left alone

Most embarrassing thing ever to happen to him/her: Once, during her early days at the casino, Hecate was in the middle of a con she was running on a high-rolling customer. In the heat of the moment, she accidentally spilled a drink all over herself and the table, drawing attention to her con and forcing her to abandon it mid-execution. She was mortified, and the customer still jokes about it to this day

Something they’ve never told anyone: Hecate sometimes wishes she had gone to college, not for the education, but for the chance to live a more “normal” life, to have had a stable home and a routine; something she’s never admitted to anyone, not even herself fully

PREFERENCES:

Hobbies: Journaling, Stargazing, Dream Journaling, Learning new card tricks

Favorite color: Deep Purple (Dark Byzantium)

Favorite smell: Sandalwood, Old books

Favorite food: Cheesecake

Favorite book: The Secret History by Donna Tartt

Favorite movie: Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

Favorite song: Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac

Coffee or tea?: Herbal Tea that she brews herself

Favorite type of weather: The calm before a storm; when the air is thick with anticipation and the world feels charged with energy

Most used word or phrase?: “Keep it cool, babe”

EXTRAS:

MBTI: ENFP (The Campaigner) - Hecate’s free-spirited and adaptable nature aligns with the ENFP type. ENFPs are known for their enthusiasm, creativity, and strong sense of individuality. They thrive on exploring new ideas and experiences, much like Hecate’s nomadic upbringing and her diverse interests in books, partying, and con artistry. ENFPs are also empathetic and caring, which aligns with Hecate's role as a caretaker for her parents despite her wild exterior

Alignment: Chaotic Good - Hecate’s upbringing and lifestyle suggest a disregard for traditional rules and structures, making her chaotic. However, her actions are driven by a desire to protect and care for her family and those she cares about, indicating a fundamentally good nature. She may con people out of habit, but her intentions are not malicious

Enneagram: Type 7 (The Enthusiast) with a Type 2 Wing (The Helper) - Type 7 fits Hecate’s adventurous and spontaneous personality. She seeks new experiences, enjoys freedom, and avoids anything that feels limiting or confining. The Type 2 wing reflects her deep care for her family and her willingness to take on the responsibility of caring for her disabled parents, even at a young age

Celtic Tree: Hazel - The Hazel tree symbolizes wisdom, knowledge, and inspiration, which fits Hecate's love of books and learning, as well as her intuitive nature. Hazels are also associated with creativity and the arts, which align with Hecate’s bohemian and eclectic aesthetic

Temperament: Sanguine-Melancholic - Hecate’s sanguine side is evident in her outgoing, lively, and carefree nature. She enjoys socializing, partying, and living in the moment. However, her melancholic side comes through in her introspective moments, her love for books, and the deep responsibility she feels towards her parents

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff - Hecate’s loyalty, dedication to her family and coven, and her kind-hearted nature fit the values of Hufflepuff. Although she has a wild and carefree side, her sense of duty and her willingness to help others, even at the expense of her own freedom, align with Hufflepuff’s emphasis on hard work, patience, and loyalty

Element: Water - Water represents adaptability, intuition, and emotional depth, which are all key aspects of Hecate’s character. She is adaptable to different situations, highly intuitive, especially in her role as a witch, and deeply connected to her emotions, particularly regarding her family

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mercaritee · 7 months ago

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technovillain · 1 year ago

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want to ramble a little abt my design choices soooo.... long bullet points under the cut.

DESIGN NOTES:

Augustus: he has anisocoria as a result of whatever eye trauma caused the scars, thought he could use another layer (even without the ringleader jacket, which btw I looooove it and the cape for Dona from the concept art they're sooo good) so I added a long uneven vest inspired by some photos of traditional Romani clothing I found, same for the details I added on the boots, fingerless arm warmer thing to mirror Frazie, black nails bc I said so!

Donatella: made her hair a little lumpier, made her eyes more square, gave her some pretty gold earrings :], upgraded her eyebrows because the kids certainly couldnt be getting eyebrow genes from their dad. cleft chin that mirrors the one I added to Dion, changed her body type a little bit with the shoulders/chest to bridge the gap between the memory vaults and canon design, green arm tie also to mirror Dion's, made the skirt more asymmetrical

Dion: eye makeup!!! a little blue eyeshadow like his mom and a little graphic liner that he had in one of his concept designs, purple eyes because I think at least one of the kids should have gotten that from Augustus, made the vest collar more of a dynamic shape, added a big safety pin bc I feel like his canon design is missing one where almost everybody else has at least one

Frazie: altered skin tone to be closer to Augustus, got rid of her two pigtails in favor of just her bushy curly hair (mostly bc I always forget that isn't how it canonically is), used asymmetry with the leg/arm warmers to represent her rebellious nature, as well as her waterdrop earrings (with water being a forbidden concept for the family), traded her skirt for a flared shirt and athletic shorts because I see her circus specialty as contortion and it feels a little more moveable

Mirtala: shrunk her head and eyes. bc it's the biggest proportional thing that bothers me in the whole game (let it be known that I love canon Mirtala's face and I do think it's better than the one I did her), made her hair lean even more into the butterfly shape with the bottom ponytails (which also mirror Frazie's long straight ponytail), put back her little silk butterfly wings and her skirt that were there pretty far into development.... idk why they removed them before release but I loved them! Gave her blue/green heterochromia because I couldn't pick which color I liked better but the different eyes mirror Augustus' too.

Queepie: eyes more square, made his body a little bigger so you can see his outfit clearer, his outfit has less patches and holes because the family makes sure they keep the baby warm and taken care of the most!! his cape is probably a baby blanket/comfort item, he doesn't wear his overalls right to try and "look cool"

I love thinking about genetics when it comes to what traits they pass on.... like

Purple eyes come from Augustus, blue eyes are a Donatella trait, green eyes are from Marona.

Marona's skin was more brown-toned, Augustus' is orange-y. Donatella's is yellow.

Augustus and Donatella both have rectangular/squared noses, passed down to Queepie and Dion. Frazie's nose is less prominent and I think would be closer to Marona's. Raz's is like a more square version of Marona's, and Mirtala's is like a longer version of it, which adds up.

Augustus seems to be the origin of the red hair in the Aquato kids, but Marona didn't have red hair, so it is possible that Lazarus had reddish hair or it was just a recessive trait from both sides of the Aquato parents.

alt design takes for the aquatos!!

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gucciwins · 4 years ago

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Weeping Willow

Harry sends his wife for a girl’s night, and their five-month-old baby falls sick.

Word count: 5,093

A/N: i am no expert on babies (unless it’s my almost two-year-old niece) but i have it on good authority this does bring down fevers. This was written for @tbslenthusiast dadathon. i hope you love it. xx

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It's a Saturday night, and Harry tries his best to convince his wife to go out with her friends for a nice dinner while he cares for baby Willow.

Their five-month-old infant. The sweetest little girl to grace the earth in Harry's opinion.

He's never felt a love like this, a never-ending love for his child. He swears he has never been more in love with his wife, his twin flame, for giving him the greatest gift he will ever receive.

She's standing there cradling Willow in her arms as she begins to drift off to sleep. Humming a song she hasn't shared with Harry. Something special between mother and daughter. As much as Harry hates to admit it but their daughter is a momma's girl at heart.

Willow feels that extra protection from her mother; he gives her all the cuddles and kisses, but there is no more special bond than when Y/N holds her close to her heart, and Willow settles down in seconds. When she is breastfeeding, Y/N tells her the stories of her childhood and when Harry and she were first dating.

It's the irregular sleep schedule that Y/N has never once complained about.

Harry wakes up at the oddest of times when he stretches his arms out to reach for Y/N to pull her close to his chest only to find her missing. More time than not, he'll find her at their windowsill, Willow getting her night time meal as Y/N gazes at the moon softly singing Lolo a lullaby that was once sung to Y/N. The moonlight bouncing off her skin made her look eternal as if she weren't real, and Harry just imagined up this life.

But she is real, and she is all his, and their daughter is theirs.

As a kid, this was the life he dreamed of, never knowing if it would come true or not. He will never stop being grateful for all he has in life, full of love.

Harry is brought out of his thoughts when Y/N addresses him.

"I don't know, H. She's a little warm." Y/N stands there, the back of her hand gently placed on her baby's forehead before moving it to Willow's cheek. She smiles down at her sleeping baby.

Harry sighs, extending his arms for her to hand him their small baby. She shakes her head, taking two steps back.

Harry chuckles because he knew this would happen, but he forgot how stubborn she could be.

She's wearing Harry's lilac robe, her hair curled, and makeup is done. He made her do a red lipstick because he missed it. It's one that Gemma gave her that's smudge and transfer free. Meaning he can kiss her with it all night long without his lips turning red.

"Willow is fine. Maybe she passed some gas."

She rips her gaze from Willow and shoots him a glare. He puts his hands up in defense.

"If she starts feeling sick, you know the crying won't stop. She likes it when I soothe her."

"She's my daughter too. I can take care of her and soothe her just as good."

She kisses Willow's head, slowly continuing to grow brown curls just like Harry's. "I know you can, but there's this motherly instinct telling me not to go."

"My husband instinct is saying that my wife should go out to dinner with her friends for a nice dinner and some wine." Harry rebuttals.

"I don't drink." She mutters into her baby's head as she adjusts her to lay on her chest as she sways side to side.

"Well, then go crazy with the strawberry lemonade."

She sighs. Harry knows she's close to giving in.

Her clothes set out in bed, ready for her to throw on. Harry chose her outfit, and he's proud of it. Camel-tone flared fitted trousers, a black fitted v-neck, and a double-breasted twill blazer to tie the look. Her black Gucci 'sucker' boots waiting for her at the door to be slipped on then head out the door.

"If I go, you have to promise to text me every hour."

"Half hour if you really need it." He counters.

She shakes her head, no. "If you do that, I'll be home by the second text."

He nods, happy she agreed to go. She needs this no matter how much she had been fighting it.

"Alright, Lolo, I'm going to leave you with your Daddy for a few hours. I hope you don't miss me too much. I'll make up for leaving you with cuddles for the whole night, munchkin."

Harry's eyes well up, always in awe at the relationship between his wife and their daughter. Their beautiful five-month-old daughter who Harry, thinks is growing too fast. She's still on the small side, but the doctor assured them she was doing good.

Y/N placed her in the crib that Harry put together with Gemma's help, who wanted to be involved with as much as Harry would let her.

She stirs a little, but Y/N pats her chest softly, calming her down.

"I'm going to go get dressed. Turn on the baby monitor, please?" She points in the direction of it.

"On it, love."

She walks out and gets dressed quickly, knowing there's a reservation, and she doesn't like arriving late. Harry meets her downstairs baby monitor in hand as she stands boots safely on her feet.

Harry shamelessly checks her out. He almost begs her to stay after seeing how good she looks, but he knows she needs this.

"Text me when you get there." He wraps her in a hug, not wanting to let go just yet.

"Of course."

She pulls back, looking up at him before leaning in to peck his lips three times; she walks out the door, bag in hand, when Harry tugs her wrist, turning her around connecting his lips with hers. It's a short passionate kiss, Harry's tongue fighting for dominance. She lets out a small moan. Y/N, let's Harry be the one to pull back, not at all wanting to break the kiss.

Harry smirks as he sees the dazed look in her eyes. "Just so you know what you have waiting at home for you."

"You menace." Harry leans on the door as she walks out. "I love you, H."

"And I love you."

Harry watched as she drove away before going back in and heading straight to the nursery, where his darling Willow is still sleeping.

"Just you and me, Lolo," Harry whispers as he sits in the rocking chair and lays back to rest his eyes. It's like they say when the baby sleeps, he does as well.

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Harry wakes up when he hears a small sneeze. He peeks at Willow, but she still has her eyes closed. He picks up his phone to check how long he slept and is shocked. It was only twenty minutes; he felt like it had been much longer now, feeling a bit more energized.

He sees a text Darling and opens it,

I've arrived safely.

I miss you both so much already. xx

Harry can't help but smile. He misses her already. He might always be playing music in the house that fills the silence, but Harry only does it because she sings along to each song no matter how bad she can butcher the lyrics to an unknown song.

She fills the home with warmth and love.

I love you! Lolo is still sleeping. Have a lovely night. xx

Harry sat in the rocking chair, just gazing at his daughter. Her cheeks were a little red, but he thought she might be a bit warm. He unwraps the blanket, just watching her stretch out her small fists.

Willow slowly blinks her eyes open, a small smile on her face when she sees her father looking down at her.

"You up, Lolo? No more sleep, I'm guessing."

She continues to stare at Harry before turning her head to the door. Harry knows she's waiting for someone to come in. After a few moments of no movements, Willow looks at Harry, giving her a small smile.

"Waiting for your Mum, I know. She'll be back later; for now, it's you and me."

Harry reaches in to pick her up, gently shushing her, not wanting her to start crying. He walks down the stairs slowly, the fear of tripping down the stairs more present than ever with his baby in his arms.

Harry sits her on the couch, a pillow propped up on the back to help support her back, and grabs her stuffed bunny that was left on the coffee table. It's her favorite toy to play with at all times.

Willow sets it in her lap, not at all looking at it, eyes on Harry. He sees her eyes begin to well up, and he knows the tears are coming. He scoops her up gently, letting the bunny fall to the floor so Harry could soothe his baby.

"My Willo baby, no tears. You know it breaks my heart." He begins shushing gently. Gemma swears by it watching Alice do the Ss in New Amsterdam. Y/N does it too, her grandma teaching her that when she helped watch over younger cousins.

This settles her for a second, resting her head in the crook of Harry's neck as he rubs a hand gently down her back. "Good baby, Momma would be proud of us." He knows he made a mistake once she lets out a loud wail.

He can only assume the word Momma did it for her.

His phone alarm begins to ring, meaning it's the hour update, and if he doesn't check-in, she'll call, and if he doesn't answer, she'll worry even more and drive herself more. He does not need that happening.

Harry will not let her call; he'll send a sleeping photo of Willow to Y/N to keep her calm because he can do this. He can tend to his child alone. She's half of his DNA; why wouldn't he be able to.

His Mum always told him babies cry for three reasons: dirty diaper, sleepy, and hunger. He assumes she's hungry. Has to be, her diaper doesn't feel full, and she also doesn't smell.

As Harry goes to the kitchen, he stops at the fridge. He sees all the magnets that Y/N loves collecting when visiting a new country, state, or city. Her favorite being the Trevi Fountain. Tells her every time she sees it, she can see Harry down on his knee, tears in his eyes and heart wide open for her. Safe to say it became his favorite as well. Right under it is a yellow sticky note "Just in case xx Dr. Harp" The phone number of Willow's pediatrician.

Y/N really is the best, but he knows that he has everything under control, or at least he keeps telling himself that as Willow continues her crying, no amount of words calms her. He'd also call his Mum before the pediatrician, who would only end up calling Y/N.

"Mummy left your milk in the fridge; now, all we have to do is warm it up."

Willow's cries go quiet for a second at what Harry can only think was at word milk. He can do this.

They don't bottle feed her as often, both preferring her to breastfeed directly from Y/N. Harry encouraged her to pump milk because Y/N has complained over too many milk stained shirts. It has helped her tremendously. A few times, when Y/N was too tired to get up, he offered to warm the milk to feed Willow. Y/N knew how important it was for Harry, so she allowed him and began pumping more for Harry to help provide her during the day.

He gets a bowl and fills it with hot water, then places the bottle in. He knows it should be a few minutes, he begins singing to Willow. He sings her the song he wrote for his sister, which holds meaning to Y/N now, finding a connection that makes them feel at peace when hearing the song. As Harry gently sings 'Sweet Creature,' he sees her settle, nose runny from the tears, he grabs one of her clothes that Y/N keeps in the kitchen. Truth be told, she has them spread all over the house to have one on hand when necessary. He wipes the snot then drapes it over his open shoulder. He checks the temperature, able to hear Y/N scold him in his head for wanting to skip the step.

"Lolo, going to go sit down, and then you can begin eating." She blinks up at him, her green eyes unfocused, refusing to settle on one place of his face.

He sits and adjusts Willow to cradle her in his arms. He does a final temperature check on his wrist and is happy with the outcome. He slowly brings it up to her lips to startle her, and she latches on after a few seconds.

Harry leans back on the chair, releasing a long sigh. He feels victorious, even just for a moment.

The phone on the couch seat next to him displays a text:

I love you both. xx

He's in the clear.

Harry sings Willow the first song that pops into his head, well he mainly hums as she has her eyes closed and a fist clenched on her blanket and the other tucked in. He pulls the bottle away once he sees no more movement. He wipes the outside of her mouth very carefully to not disturb her.

"Willow, Angel, I need to burp you. You shouldn't even feel it." Harry likes warning her; he knows she understands.

He's done relatively quickly, settling her back in his arms to let her sleep. Harry would love to turn the television on, but he settles for staring at the angel in his arms.

Harry frowns when he sees Willow's eyes flutter open. She sleeps longer after eating.

"Lolo, it's barely been ten minutes. That's not enough for a growing baby. You need to grow up to be strong, just like Momma."

Willow lets out a small cough. It startles Harry, not having heard the sound before. He gently picks her up and begins patting her back, soothing her as she calms down.

Harry thinks back to the phone number stuck on the fridge but shakes the thought away because one cough is not enough to make a call, especially this late at night.

He is now slowly walking in front of the couch, trying to get her to fall back to sleep. It's not working.

It starts off in small whimpers before turning into loud wails.

This is not good.

Harry tries his best to place his baby's cries, but it does not sound familiar. He isn't calling Y/N; worrying her is not part of tonight's plans, but there is someone in mind who will always answer him. Without thinking twice, he goes to favorites and picks the second person.

"Hello love, how are you?"

He's greeted by a calming voice, but it does nothing to soothe the pounding in his heart. "Hi, Mum." Harry isn't even sure she heard with Willow's loud cries.

"Is something wrong? Why is little Willow crying? Where's Y/N?" Anne is quick to jump in.

"Today was her first girl's night out that I was insistent she go out to even though she didn't want to, but she should be back in the next hour or so." He addressed that question before jumping into the most important one. "Willow coughed then settled down before bursting into this cry. I've never heard it before. It's not her hungry one because she ate half an hour ago, and her diaper is clean." He lets out a sob he didn't know he was holding back.

"Oh, dear, right. First off, is she hot? warmer than usual."

Harry pulls her back, face scrunched up, nose full of snot. He places the back of his hand on his forehead, and it's burning. "Yes, she's warm. But couldn't it be from the crying?"

Anne sighs, worried for her son, but this is parenthood having to see your child get sick and old help them through it. The first time is always the worst, but each time after that still breaks your heart. "No love, check her temperature and call the pediatrician. Tell her the symptoms, and you can go from there. Right, hang up, call Y/N, and the pediatrician in that order."

Harry agrees to get her off the phone and to make the call right away. Anne knows Harry well enough that he will skip one important thing she told him to do, so she takes it upon herself to get it done.

He heads upstairs, sitting the still crying Willow in the crib as he searches for the thermometer he knows Y/N keeps next to the wipes for emergencies. He is quick to take off her shirt as gently as one can be and sticks it under her armpit as he waits for it to ring as he dials Dr. Harp.

There is an answer on the third ring, just as the thermometer beeps.

"Dr. Harp, hello, it's Harry Styles, father of Willow Styles." He says in a rush.

"Yes, Mr. Styles, what can I do for you." The doctor's voice is kind, and it calms Harry knowing there's a professional helping him.

"Well, my daughter slept about ten minutes before waking up after eating, and that isn't normal for her. She had a bit of a cough and has not stopped crying for the past twenty minutes now. She's burning up Doc. The thermometer says 103F. Shit, I meant 39C. My wife's family got us a fancy thermometer that gives us both numbers." He feels the need to explain a hand on the back of Willow's head, trying to calm her down as well as himself.

"Well, it seems it could be a common cold. There is not a lot to do, except keep your baby drinking milk. Mrs. Styles is still breastfeeding, correct?"

"Yes."

"Okay, it's important to keep her hydrated and check with her through the night. To bring down the temperature, a lukewarm bath would help as well as a humidifier because, from the sounds of it, she is a bit congested."

Harry nods along to everything she is saying, repeating it back. "Thank you so much, Dr. Harp."

"It's no problem; if the fever doesn't break or gets higher than 40C, then I suggest you head straight to the hospital." Dr. Harp says her goodbyes as he picks up Willow and heads to their bedroom, taking her into their bathroom.

He looks around, not sure what to do first that he misses the sound of the door opening and closing as well as footsteps up the stairs. It might have also been Willow's crying.

Willow lock's eyes with Y/N over Harry's shoulder, stopping for a second, causing Harry to gasp before she starts up louder than before for not being in her mother's arms.

"Willow, darling," Y/N smiles at her daughter, cheeks red and nose snotty but still her beautiful baby.

Harry feels like he can breathe properly now that she's home with him. His missing half home, finally feeling complete. He does feel awful for not calling her right away, but he swore she was having a good time.

Harry hands over Willow to Y/N's waiting arms watching as she cradles her close, pressing repeated kisses to her daughter's brown hair. Willow instantly clenches a fist onto her necklace, not that Y/N minds, but Harry feels guilty for depriving his daughter of her mother. It was his fault she was out tonight.

"How'd you get here so quick?" Are the first words Harry thinks to say.

Harry thought she'd be mad at him for not calling, but all he sees are her kind and gentle eyes he fell in love with.

"Anne called me to update me, but I was already ten minutes from home. I had dinner but got it to go having that nagging feeling you needed me. Anne called it mother's intuition, but" She breathes in Willow's smell, Harry finding it endearing how she always says she smells amazing like peaches. "I swear I could feel how distressed you were. I thought you were having a bad time, so I got you ice cream and brought home a meal we could share."

He leans against the sink, a small grin forming on his face. "I did always tell you we were soulmates."

Y/N steps further into the bathroom, heading to the tub to get the water-filled. She sits on the toilet, letting it fill before dipping her hand in from time to time. It feels a bit less than halfway before she closes the tap.

"Doctor's orders were getting the temperature down, right?" Y/N asks Harry, and he nods. "Well, in the lukewarm bath, she goes." Y/N fakes as if she is going to place Willow in before hugging her to her chest once more. "I'm only playing." She boops Lolo's nose.

"Your momma thinks she's so funny, Lolo." Harry rolls his eyes at her, not at all, hiding the love behind them.

"Get in the bath with her, H." Y/N has successfully undressed Willow, giving her kisses all over, causing Willow to let out a small giggle.

Harry near tears now. "That's the first time she laughed this entire night."

"Honey, listen. She hasn't gotten sick before. It's okay, we're learning." She reaches a hand up to cup his cheek, and he leans into it eagerly. "We are learning together." He nods as she pulls her hand away. "Now, do I need to undress my other baby as well?"

He smiles. "You're welcome to, but I got this." He slips off the black shirt and grey sweats, leaving on his briefs.

The water is perfect. Not that he expected any different because she does everything with extra care and love for Willow. He's glad to have her as his life partner and mother of his child and future children.

He slips in, sitting down, letting Y/N gently place Willow on his bent knees. He cups her head, gently sinking himself lower. She hands him a cloth, and he looks at her, eyes wide.

"Wet it, rinse it a bit, then just sponge it around her."

He nods but doesn't move to receive it. Y/N moves forward, dips it in the water, and squeezes it leaving a bit of water. She gently gets Lolo's back patting before moving down.

"Thank you." He says and accepts the cloth.

Y/N makes her way to the bedroom. "You're leaving?" He questions, causing Willow to look at her as well.

She laughs at her two loves, both wanting her close. "Going to turn on the humidifier. It's going to be good for her and her congestion. Then will get you both a new change of clothes before coming back. Is that okay with you both?"

Harry looks down at Willow that still has her eyes on her Momma. "What do you think, Lolo? Think we should let Momma take care of us." He hums as if hearing her response. "She said not to take too long."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

Harry settles in, Willow moving her hand in the water, intrigued by the ripples allowing Harry to rinse her. He feels good, feels great, and can honestly help her and no longer cry about it.

Y/N knows he needs this but hopes she isn't feeling too awful about leaving Willow when she got sick for the first time.

For all, he knows she could be crying in their bedroom or, even worse, the nursery where he can't hear her.

But that's what Harry is here to remind her what a fantastic team they are and how she saved the day like always. He's proud of her just as he knows she's proud of him.

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It's twenty minutes when Y/N walks back in. Now dressed in grey sweats and an old white shirt that Willow loves to cling on. She approaches, and Harry raises Willow so that she can wrap her in the yellow towel.

"My munchkin smells so good." She kisses her cheek. She turns to look at Harry with a smile on her face making him smile back. "Shower, I'm going to dress her, and then I'll bring your clothes in."

"Okay, love."

Harry drains the water before turning on the showerhead, letting the warm water wash away the stress in his body. He doesn't take too long, wanting to cuddle his two girls all night long.

Walking out, dressing in the warm clothes that she must have thrown in the dryer for him knowing how he likes to be warm after a long night. He smiles, slipping the shirt over his head, slipping on the black sweats with no need for briefs. Turning off the bathroom light, closing the door, he sees Willow lying on Y/N's chest.

"How is she doing?" Harry paddles over, hovering over Y/N to kiss her forehead, doing the same to Willow.

"Better, the temperature is at 98."

Harry smiles, glad she's under three digits again. She looks sweet dressed in a bodysuit with small bumble bees all over. Y/N wrapped the knitted mint green blanket that Y/N's mother made for Willow around her shoulder to keep her warm but not enough to overheat.

"That's great. Our baby is so strong." Harry gets in bed and sits against the headboard, making Y/N shift over to rest her head on his shoulder, arms wrapped around Willow for support.

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It's an hour of silence basking in hearing their baby's breathing. Not as smooth due to the congestion but better than before. Harry places a kiss on Y/N's forehead when he feels the first tear, then many more follow. A sob breaking out, but breathing even to not disturb their sleeping baby on her chest.

"Love, lovie, hey. Don't cry. She's doing better already." He wraps the arm tighter, hoping he can transfer all his love for her through the hug.

"I'm just overwhelmed." She chokes out.

Harry sits up to face her, reaches his hands out to wipe her rapidly falling tears.

"Please don't be mad with yourself; if there is anyone to be mad at, it's me." He pleads for her to understand. "I told you to leave us be."

"Not mad at you, honey." She whimpers. "I-I-I'm upset I wasn't here to help you. But you handled it so well. Very proud of you."

Harry sits there, tears falling out of his eyes now because she was proud. He did nothing. He knows he did nothing; he called his Mum and the doctor. He never got her to stop crying.

"I didn't do anything."

"Honey, you did." Her voice firm, one hand reaching up to gently raise his head to look at her. "You called Anne because you knew she would help and then called Dr. Harp for help."

"But she never stopped crying, not until you held her."

She shakes her head. "She was feeling bad, she cried at discomfort and unusual feelings. Might have also sensed your panic," She teases. He lets out a small chuckle.

"We're a team. Together and apart, H."

Harry lays down on his side, pulling Y/N down with him. He does it slowly to not move Willow; Harry lays his head on her shoulder, looking down at their baby. He lets himself relax, knowing she's going to be okay.

"I love you." He whispers. No response causing him to look up at a grinning Y/N. "Say it back."

She giggles. "Thought you were talking to Lolo."

"That was for you, wife."

"My bad," She pecks his nose. "I love you, H."

"Missed." He mutters, puckering his lips in her directions.

"Dork." She closes the small distance and hums at the sweet taste that is Harry and mint toothpaste. He deepens it for a few seconds before pulling back. His eyes closed. He kisses her from her cheeks to her collarbones, no spot left untouched. He steals one more kiss before settling down.

"Sleep tight, my darling, Willow," Harry whispers, throwing his arm over Willow's small body and Y/N's stomach for extra protection.

He peeks one eye open to see Y/N smiling down at Willow, no sign of sleep in her features. "I take it you won't be going out anytime soon again."

"You got that right." She jokes. "No, it was nice. I forgot how good it is to chat about anything other than what size diapers she's going to need next."

"That's not all we talk about. We also talk about the size of your boobs."

She snorts at his comment, and he happily joins in.

"We haven't had a date night, well we have but indoors with a baby always in arms."

Harry smirks. "What do you have in mind, love?"

She blushes, "We go away for the weekend, leave Willow with Anne or Mitch since he keeps saying we keep his goddaughter away from him."

"You'd be okay with that?" Harry checks, making sure she really wants this.

She nods. "I'll miss her like crazy, my heart is beating faster just at the thought, but I miss you." There's a gleam in her eye, one when she gets lost in a memory. "It's quickies and late-night conversations. As much as I love our daughter, I miss my best friend."

Harry grins, glad she's sharing this. "Any other time, I'd make a joke, but honestly, I miss you just as much."

"Then, coordinate with Jeff on a weekend you're free and look for a place we can go to. Driving or flying whatever you find best."

"Oh, baby, I'm going to make you fall in love with me all over again."

"I'm counting on it, Harry."

Harry helps Y/N drift off to sleep with his ideas of where they can go and all the naughty things they will get up to.

Harry knows nothing in life will be better than being in the arms of his two favorite girls.

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Your Noona | Requested Idol!JK x NonIdol/Noona!Reader | Fluffy Oneshot

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x NonIdol/Noona!Reader

Sides: ChildhoodFriend!Taehyung, Friends!BTS

Keywords: noona, age gap, secret crush, f2l

Warnings: swearing

Word count: around 5,500

There is mention of a house warming party. In Korea it is somewhat traditional to bring over toilet paper and cleaning supplies when going to such gathering, so please don’t be surprised when YN talks about the stacks of tp in her apartment xd

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Noona

Noona is a word used by Korean males to address females older than them who they are close to (biological or not).

With her leather handbag full of gifts and trinkets from France weighing on her shoulder, YN pressed the elevator button. She waited in front of the heavy steel door, staring at the bright red light-up sign above it.

“10, 9, 8.” She counted in her head as the numbers went down signalling the coming of the elevator. “7, 6, 5.” She sighed, unable to brush off the tiredness caused by the jetlag. “4, 3, 2, 1.” The door slid open with a quiet bell sound. YN hesitated before pressing in the correct number. “Was it 6th or 7th?” She whispered to herself, cursing at her forgetfulness. She ended up pressing both numbers.

Looking into the mirrored back wall of the elevator she checked herself out, making sure there were no imperfections in her outfit, hair, or makeup. Her camel-coloured coat reached right to her knees, leaving just the right amount of leg out to look cute, but not feel too cold in the winter’s cold weather. She unbuttoned the outer garment to take a look at the light brown mini skirt and blazer combo she wore today. Paired with an ecru blouse, nude tights, and white leather sneakers she looked rather casual than smart.

A robotic female voice announced the elevator’s arrival on the sixth floor of the building. YN looked out the door, unsure if that was where her best friend had his studio. She stepped out onto the somewhat familiar corridor, looking around for anyone to ask for directions. She walked down the long hallway, white lights above her head, unmarked doors to either side of her, unrecognizable chatter behind most of them.

“Where are you Kim Taaehyung?” She muttered under her breath, simultaneously reaching into the pocket of her coat to fish out her cellphone. “Tae-hyung-ie.” She syllabized while typing in her best friend’s name into her contacts. She raised the device to her ear right after starting the call. “Pick up, pick up, pick up.” She whispered quickly, hoping she didn’t drive out here for no reason. The static beeping noise was abruptly broken and replaced with the familiar low voice of a boy she knew since kindergarten.

“YN noona?” Taehyung asked and his surprised tone echoed through both of YN’s ears. She looked around, taken aback by the weird stereo effect she was experiencing. She turned to look behind her and saw one of the doors she passed by opening.

“Taehyung-ie, are you at your studio?” She asked, skipping over any greetings.

“Y- yes, why?” He answered her with another question. He wasn’t expecting her call and had to excuse himself from dance practice to pick up.

“Taehyung-ie!” YN exclaimed, seeing him walk out from behind the opening door and onto the bland corridor.

“Noona?!” Taehyung yelled into the phone making her wince at the incredible volume of his voice. “Oh my god!” He discarded his phone into the back pocket of his jeans before running up to and engulfing her in a suffocating hug. “YN noona!”

“Ah, seriously?” YN gasped out the bits of air that he didn’t manage to squeeze out of her lungs with his strong embrace. “Let go of me.” She groaned, pushing him away playfully. He had the sweetest boxy smile on his face and her expression wasn’t too far off of his.

“When did you come back?” He ran his hand through his black hair. It was still slightly curly with remains of the perm he got a couple of weeks back.

“Last night, you crazy person.” She chuckled, punching his arm and he squirmed jokingly.

“Ah, noona.” He sighed, his eyes dreamy with all the happiness he was experiencing at this moment. Spontaneously he threw his arm around her shoulders, bringing her into a side hug. “I missed you.” YN felt her heart growing warmer with every second.

“I missed you too, Taehyung.” She admitted without hesitation earning a giggle from her friend.

“Why are you here?” He asked after a moment, realizing she should be thousands of kilometres away, working in her company’s European branch. “I mean- I thought you weren’t coming back until next Chuseok.” He corrected himself not to sound rude.

“Yeah, well I got bored of Paris.” She shrugged, unconvincingly since there was a mischievous grin plastered across her face.

“Bored? Of Paris? You?” He cocked his eyebrow at her, knowing she’s withholding some juicy piece of information from him.

“I just missed Korea too much to stay away for any longer.” She looked up at him with that same grin.

“Yeah, right.” He scoffed.

“And…” She elongated the word as she slipped from under his arm and stopped to stand face to face with him. “I got a promotion!” She finally exclaimed, grabbing his hands in hers.

“Congratulations!” He screamed out, matching her excited pitch.

“Thank you!” They jumped up and down, tugging on each other’s hands for a moment longer before Taehyung stopped to ask an obvious question.

“So who are you now?” YN smiled, happy to hear him ask about her new position.

“Say ‘hello’ to Y/Company’s/N’s youngest C.A.O..” She said in a jokingly seductive tone, smiling brightly.

“What is that?” Taehyung scrunched his eyebrows in a frown. YN exhaled a chuckle at his lack of knowledge about company titles.

“God, it’s- it’s Chief Administrative Officer.” She explained but seeing his expression stay the same as it was she decided to go deeper into the description of the post. “It means I’m a top-tier executive who supervises daily operations of the company and I’m also responsible for its overall performance.”

“That’s good.” He nodded unsure if it was good.

“Hell yeah, it is!” YN laughed, wrapping her arm around his shoulders with some struggle since he was now taller than she was.

“Does that mean you’re moving back to Korea?” He looked at her with hope, but she didn’t notice as her gaze was directed forward.

“Yeah, at least for a couple of years.” Taehyung shoved her arm off of himself in shock.

“A couple of- that’s great, YN!” He pushed his chest against her face when he suddenly hugged her tightly. “I’m so happy for you!” He screamed, rocking them both side to side.

“Thank you!” She snaked her arms around his waist before pushing away. She was usually the one breaking hugs and ending sad goodbye’s because if it was up to Taehyung she would never leave his side. “I’m also so very happy, but still, a little bummed I had to leave my Parisian life behind.” She whined slightly, looking down onto her fumbling hands.

“Ah, but now you’ll start your Seoul life again.” Taehyung spoke in a tone of a visionary. He put his arm behind her back and used the other to drag over the imaginary horizon. “With me by your side, it won’t be that bad.” He added quickly.

“Won’t be bad at all.” She chuckled, putting an elbow to his side.

“That’s what I like to hear!” He laughed out. “So, when are you buying me dinner?” YN scoffed at his forwardness. Sometimes he just loved to take advantage of their month-long age gap.

“Who do you think-” She was getting ready to teasingly scold him, but interrupted her with a loud call.

“Jungkook-ie!” He exclaimed, looking to the door he earlier exited. “Look who’s here to buy us dinner.”

“You little- wait, that’s-”

YN barely managed to keep her jaw from dropping at the sight of the boy she last saw about a year ago - face to face at least. She saw all the boys of BTS all the time during her Skype calls with Taehyung, they’d often drop by to chat or whatnot, Jungkook included, but seeing him in real life… Was an experience, to say the least. He was fit, there was no way around it. Well dressed. With a handsome face and a good haircut. YN sighed as she was reminded of her small crush on the boy.

To add gasoline to the flame Jungkook had a similar experience seeing YN, standing under his hyung’s arm in the middle of the sixth floor’s corridor looking so… Breathtaking. Ever since he realized he had a crush on her he… He merely couldn’t find any other way to describe her. She changed so much in the passing years, evolved, grew into herself. He wasn’t expecting to see her and if she paid him enough mind she would notice how shocked and flustered he was. However, preoccupied with the excitement of seeing her best friend again and the time pressure of having to go meet her realtor in just a short while she didn’t. Jungkook inhaled sharply in an attempt to calm himself down and stop the racing of thoughts in his head.

“YN noona!” He exclaimed with excitement and shock lining his voice. “When did you-”

“Last night.” Taehyung interrupted him, dragging YN under his arm to walk closer to the other boy.

“And for how-”

“For good!” He interrupted him again and Jungkook’s eyes widened at the prospect of seeing YN more often because if she was going to stay in Seoul she was most definitely going to hang out with Taehyung and if she hung out with him he could tag along and stare at her all he wanted, admiring her beauty, getting lost in the sweet sound of her voice, the smell of her-

“Hey, that’s not decided.” YN replied, poking her best friend in the side and removing Jungkook out of his daydream.

“For a couple of years at least.” Taehyung explained by quoting her earlier words.

“That’s great.” He smiled at her as they stood right by each other now. “It’s so nice to see you again. You look healthy.” She smiled at his kindhearted comment, not paying it much mind while he cursed himself out in his head for not saying something more personal or meaningful.

“So, noona what are we eating?” Taehyung asked, rubbing her shoulder.

“Nothing, Taehyung!” She scolded him, instantly jumping from under his heavy arm. “I only came by to say ‘hello’ and give you…” She reached into her purse and pulled out a big paper bag. “This.” As soon as she showed them the packageTaehyung’s hands were already on it, discarding the bag and opening the box hidden inside.

“Yes!” He hummed, looking inside to see a bunch of miniature croissants with different toppings and fillings, ones YN always raved about and promised to bring over whenever she was going to visit.

“I hope you like them as much as I do.” She said smiling at the content in his eyes. As much as she hated having to pay for his meals when they ate together she also loved seeing him get excited over certain dishes and simply eat. “Just don’t eat them all in one sitting.” She cautioned him already imagining the stomach ache he would have to endure if he did that. “And leave some for your friends.” She added gesturing to Jungkook’s hungry stare.

“I won’t, noona.” He assured her quickly and closed the box.

“I have an apartment viewing in about…” She glanced at her wristwatch and noticing how late it was already she sighed slightly. “Ten minutes. I’ll buy you dinner next time.” Taehyung pouted sweetly at the sound of her words even though he knew there was no way for him to get out of the studio right now.

“You’ll have to invite us over to your new place, noona.” YN smiled warmly at Jungkook who finally spoke up again. He smiled brightly at her, showing his bunny-like teeth she adored.

“Ah, I work a lot.” She breathed out, imagining how would be hosting the entirety of BTS in a tiny studio apartment because there was no way she could afford anything more if she wanted to live close to her work in Gangnam-gu. At least not yet. “I don’t know if my schedule will allow me to do that.”

“Is that your excuse to get out of treating us?” Taehyung teased her, pulling on the sleeve of her woollen coat.

“How did you know?” She shot right back with a cheeky smirk that quickly turned into a loving smile. “Keep reminding me.” YN wrapped her arm around his back to pat it caringly. “Hopefully soon our plans will align and then I will buy both of you whatever you want.” Both boys smiled with hope glistening in their eyes at her promise.

“Coming!” Jungkook heard YN’s muffled voice right after he pressed on the bell. He swallowed loudly and within seconds she opened the door. Dressed in more of a laid back outfit than he was used to seeing her in - a simple t-shirt, a pair of high waisted beige pants and thinly rimmed silver glasses - she still managed to both knock the wind out of his chest and make him feel underdressed. “Hi! Oh-” Her happy expression faded into a slightly confused one. “I thought you would come over together.” She stepped to the side to let him walk past her and inside the apartment.

“Ah, didn’t Hyung tell you?” He asked, slipping his black boots off as she locked the door behind him. “He had to stay late for dance practice. He said to order without him.”

“No, Taehyung called me already.” Jungkook barely stopped himself from grinning. Taehyung’s last-minute call to YN was part of a much bigger plan. “I meant Jimin Oppa.” She clarified, leaving her keys in the lock. “I thought he would come with you.” Jungkook scrunched his eyebrows, hoping his acting skills were good enough to make his performance believable to her.

“I meant Jimin Hyung too.” He slipped off his jacket and she took it to place it on a hidden hanger in a closet behind her. “He’s still at the studio. I didn’t see Taehyunf-ie Hyung there.” He added.

“Oh. Weird. ” YN frowned in confusion. “None of them said anything in the group chat or anything. I mean Taehyung called me, but-”

“Ah, Jimin must have just forgotten.” He shrugged, playing it off. “You know how he is.”

“I guess.” She nodded before turning to face him. In the thin hallway of her apartment there couldn’t be more than forty centimetres of space between them - an amount that to Jungkook seemed like an unswimmable ocean at this moment.

“So it’s just the two of us until they decide they’ve had enough dancing for the night.” He smiled, feeling the blush creeping up onto his ears and slowly making its way onto his cheeks.

“If they decide that.” She giggled only making him feel warmer in the face.

“So, noona, will you show me around?” He asked in hopes of taking her piercing gaze off him so she didn’t notice his nervous state.

“Yes, of course.” She exclaimed, excited all of a sudden. “So where we are now is my tiny genkan.” She gestured to the small space they stood in - a lowered, tiled area, a little smaller than a square meter. “Here is my wall of closets.” She tapped on the white doors behind her, hiding tons of storage much needed in an apartment as small as this one. “Here is my tiny bathroom.” She walked to the door next to him, switching on the lights to reveal a modern bathroom - something hard to come by in buildings that weren’t newbuilds. “Please don’t mind the toilet paper stacks, I’ve had friends come over for a housewarming party last weekend.” She chuckled, pointing to the surprising amount of toilet paper stacked under the shower. From the bathroom she led him to the main space of the flat. “Here is my kitchen-living-dining-office-room combo.” The room wasn’t big, but it somehow still managed to fit a kitchenette, bar and coffee table, some shelves, and a decently sized couch. “In that nook over there is my bed, you can’t really call that a bedroom, but it’s fine and here- here is my favourite part of this whole place.” YN almost skipped to the large sliding door on the back wall of the apartment. She pulled on it and gestured for him to take a peek inside. “The sunroom!” She exclaimed happily. “It’s dark now, but believe me in the mornings it’s just breathtaking.” Jungkook smiled at the sound of the word.

“Yeah, I bet.” He murmured, glancing over the small rectangular space constructed of mostly windows where YN put up some plants and a tiny table with chairs.

“What do you think?” She asked leaning on the door frame, dangerously close to him.

Truth be told her apartment was everything he expected it to be. Small, but not cramped. Neatly decorated and clean, but not entirely perfect. It didn’t give off a vibe of being creepily overplanned as if taken out of an IKEA booklet. It felt warm and homey, but most importantly it smelled of her which he simply adored.

“It’s nice.” He smiled, looking down at her. “Cozy. It suits you.” She batted her eyelashes, playing shy.

“Thanks.” She muttered before looking straight at him again. “You hungry already?”

“Starving.” Jungkook breathed out with a slight chuckle, letting the tension in his body loose.

“Let’s order then.” She chirped, reaching for her phone to scour the apps for something tasty.

Jungkook’s eyes widened, staying focused on YN’s throat while she downed almost the entirety of her glass. The two of them sat on the carpet-covered floor of her apartment, back resting against her sofa, soft music playing from a Bluetooth speaker in the background, boxes of chicken and fries on the coffee table.

“Drink slower or you’ll get in trouble.” He chuckled, licking his fingers clean from the chicken he just ate.

“This is my first beer.” She shot back, almost choking on the last sip of the fizzy beverage.

“You don’t want it to be the last.” He said in a jokingly warning tone earning an overdramatic eye roll from the girl. “Drinking fast makes you get drunk faster. It was scientifically proven that-”

“Ah, let me do what I want.” She interrupted him, laughing through her words. “If you weren’t Taehyung’s friend I would kick you out already.”

“No, you wouldn’t.” He smirked, hoping for his words to ring true and with the way she smiled at him he was almost certain they would. “Something came to my mind on my way here.” YN leaned her head against her bent leg and hummed, signalizing for him to go on. “Knowing your future is the shittiest feeling of all.”

“Yeah?” She looked up at him curiously, resting her chin on her knee now to see him better. “What’s your shitty fortune then?” Jungkook sighed, letting his head fall back onto the soft cushions of the couch behind him.

“I’ll live my life the way I am expected to.” He murmured. “I’ll show up where I’m needed. I’ll sing when people want to hear it. Dance when they want to see it.” His words carried an unimaginable weight with them. A weight YN imagined would break any other man, but not him. “I’ll get married in my late thirties or early forties, because ‘what even is an idol that’s not single?’.” He chuckled sadly. “And after all that I’ll fade away and- what?” He stopped his reasoning as the sudden sound of her muffled scoff.

“You won’t fade away.” She shook her head and straightened up. Hearing Jungkook say all of that made her heart ache. “You’re too good for that.” She patted his shoulder firmly. “Too cool.”

“You think I’m cool?” He muttered out the question so quietly it got drowned out by YN’s next argument.

“Also you have to create your fate.” She said in a stern tone that Jungkook couldn’t possibly take seriously after hearing her call him cool. “I think I heard that in one of your guys’ songs.”

“Am I cool to you?” He repeated himself.

“Don’t interrupt me.” She scolded him, taking advantage of their age gap. “You can change your life depending on what you do, Jungkook-ah.” She looked into his deep brown eyes and seeing an unfamiliar shine in the otherwise perfect irises she decided to add one more comment to her speech. “Just don’t do anything too reckless.” She rested her hand on his shoulder for a second. “I would hate to watch you getting hurt.”

Jungkook smiled at her, sincerely, with all his heart. Her words gave him hope and courage. He breathed in sharply, showing off his bunny-like teeth in a wide smile.

“All the girls I dated- ah, it sounds like I dated a lot of girls.” He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “All those girls, those moments…” He continued despite knowing she must be a little taken aback by the change in topics. The two of them never talked about their romantic lives with each other for which he was grateful because if he heard of even one boy that wasn’t him hitting on YN he was sure he’d implode. “I thought that was what love feels, but in reality, it might not have been love at all.” YN frowned sadly, her eyes still on his, getting lost in their beauty. “Not true love at least.”

“What even is true love?” She scoffed, breaking eye contact. If she was going to say what she thought of just seconds ago she couldn’t be looking at him. “I’ve never been in love.” She confessed without much hesitation now that she averted her gaze.

“Never?” She simply hummed out an agreement while looking at her feet on the fuzzy rug. “I have. Actually, I still am.” YN smiled, but her gaze remained down.

“Lucky you.” Jungkook traced her movements with caution, not wanting to say too much or too little. This moment was important and he wasn’t going to mess it up.

“Yeah. There might be some luck in my situation.” He was being vague and she easily read it in his voice that he wanted her to ask him more. As new as this situation was - since she never talked to Jungkook about this kind of stuff - it also felt almost natural.

“Are you together?” He stayed silent so she decided upon explaining her question further. “With the girl that you’re in love with.”

“Ah.” He exhaled weakly, leaning his head on the couch again, but keeping his eyes on her. “Not entirely.” YN looked at his blonde hair scattered on the grey cushioning of the sofa. Later her stare travelled to his forehead, his strong eyebrows and then his deep brown eyes that contrasted so perfectly with the lightness of his hair.

“How so?” The corner of his lips tugged upwards as she took the bait he was trying to give her.

“Well, we’re not dating-” His eyelids fell slightly as his gaze went to her lips and then opened back up as it came to her eyes again. “- but we are in the same room.” YN exhaled a slight chuckle and smiled at him sweetly.

“You are a lot smoother than the last time we talked.” She admitted, still hugging onto the leg she had up to her chest. She felt oddly comfortable with his corny confession, taking it as a weak joke of some sort.

“Smooth enough to get you to agree to go on a date with me?” He asked, staying in the same relaxed position. YN shook her head slightly, looking down once more, releasing it might have not been kidding.

“I’m your noona.” She muttered under her breath. Jungkook shifted from his previous spot and shuffled to sit closer to her. At this point YN was sure he wasn’t kidding though she kind of wished for him to be.

“By less than two years.” He said sternly, sitting right in front of her, scanning her face up and down while she didn’t dare to even glance at him.

“Still, it’s-”

“It’s what?” He interrupted her at which she lifted her face, making their eyes meet. The glimmer she noticed said it all.

“Inappropriate.” She seeped through gritted teeth. YN never thought the boy could see her as anything more than his senior, his noona, his bandmates childhood best friend who bought him dinner whenever she came over.

“Pft.” Jungkook scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Says who?” He asked, cocking his eyebrow.

“Everyone, Jungkook.” She declared and raised her finger at him right as he opened his mouth. “And don’t say ‘fuck everyone’!” He shook his head before coming up with a different comeback.

“So stop making excuses and face your feelings.” This time it was her that scoffed.

“Who says I have any feelings for you?” Jungkook felt his stomach turn. He considered getting rejected, but coming face to face with it he wasn’t prepared to take that blow.

“M- my gut.” He stuttered.

“Your gut?” She shot him a patronizing stare. Seeing that look in her eyes angered him and anger gave him a rush of courage he needed.

“Yes. Stop repeating my words.”

“Stop disrespecting your noona.”

“Stop taking advantage of our age gap.” YN sighed breaking the staring contest and brought her other leg up as if to shield herself from him. “If we were in Paris or Madrid or anywhere else you lived while you were working in Europe you wouldn’t think twice about it and you know it. If the roles were reversed and I was older it wouldn’t be a problem either.” He spoke from his heart and she knew he was right. “Why is it suddenly so important when you’re in Korea?” She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to stop herself from blowing up on the poor boy. He wasn’t the one to blame for the norms generally applicable in Korea when it came to dating.

“Because of societal rules.” She uttered out quietly. Feeling the pain in her voice made Jungkook want to be close to her, wrap his arms around her and whisper sweet nothings into her ear, but he didn’t want to cross any lines so he opted for just shifting closer to her. Close enough so the sides of his thighs touched her curled up legs.

“It’s two years.” He whispered, twirling a piece of her hair between his fingers. “Barely two years.”

“To you.” YN murmured, faced away from him.

“And to you?” Her shoulders rose and fell down abruptly as she sighed deeply.

“Stop it.”

“My mom is older than my dad.” He started slowly, now stroking her arm. “By two years too.”

“Is she?” He smiled at the hopeful change in her tone.

“Yeah.” He purred. “And to make it even less socially acceptable she was the one that hit on my dad, not the other way around.” YN chuckled, sending a shiver of excitement down his back.

“So that’s where you get your determination from.” Jungkook hummed in agreement.

“You bet.” YN straightened up, pushing his hand away. With great struggle, she managed to look him in the eyes again.

“Jungkook-ah, I-”

“YN Noona, I like you. A lot.” He interrupted her as soon as their stares met. “And your age was never a factor in me coming to those feelings.”

She stayed silent for a moment after he said that, keeping eye contact and after that short while Jungkook saw her legs drop down as she came into a kneel. Her soft palms made contact with the warmth of his cheeks bringing his lips to her own. His hands instantly travelled to her waist, guiding her to sit in his lap, her legs draped to the side. She teased him by biting on his lower lip lightly, asking for him to open his mouth to her and he did, allowing her tongue to dance alongside his as if they kissed like this a million times before.

“How am I going to tell Taehyung about this?” YN asked after breaking the kiss. Her fingers were tangled in his hair, his hands caressed the bare skin of her back under her t-shirt.

“He already knows.” Jungkook smiled against her lips as he leaned forward to plant a wet peck on them.

“What?” YN looked at him wide eyed and he smiled brighter. Her gaze fell down to the space between their chests as she felt a hint of pinkish lush blossom on her cheeks.

“Did you really think both him and Jimin had to bail last minute, leaving me and you all alone?” Jungkook grazed his nose over hers in an attempt to get her to look back at him again, but it didn’t work. “I told Hyung I was going to confess to you this morning.” Her eyelashes fluttered slowly and he was able to look into her shining eyes once again. “He came up with this plan and even cheered me on.”

“Really?” YN asked in disbelief, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting them upon his shoulders. He liked it, the weight of her body on him, it made him feel strong and needed.

“Yeah, I told him that I liked you a long time ago.” He noticed the questioning raise of her eyebrows, but kept talking as if he didn’t. “Ever since then he’s been teasing me about it, but when I spoke to him this morning he was so serious.” Jungkook rolled his head back exhaling a small laugh at the memory of the conversation he had with Taehyung earlier in the day. The small movement exposed the skin of his neck to YN and her eyes naturally travelled to the surface she never before paid much attention to, but now wanted to shower with not only kisses. “He even gave me a speech about how I can’t ever be mean to you and ruin your guys’ friendship and that I should treat you right-”

“And will you?” She tugged on his shoulders lightly, but he was faster in his reaction. He straightened up and rested his forehead against hers.

“Are you kidding me? Of course.” He spoke in a low, calm voice. “So?”

“So what?” YN smiled, running her fingers through the hair on the back of his head - a motion he already grew to love.

“Are we like a thing now?” He grinned without hiding his excitement. Jungkook wanted them to be ‘a thing’, something, anything, as long as it was him and her.

“Take me out first and then I’ll make up my mind.” She joked, keeping the same smile on her lips. Jungkook leaned forward, pulling her hips closer as their mouth crashed in a quick yet passionate kiss.

“What are we waiting for then?” He smirked into the kiss. “Let’s go.”

“Now?” She asked, pushing his chest away so she could see him whole and make sure he wasn’t joking.

“It’s still early.” He shrugged, bringing his hands to her upper back. “We can fit in a romantic walk by the river and I’ll treat you to a ridiculously expensive dessert after.” YN chuckled at his simple proposition. It seemed so heartfelt, so tempting. She let her hands travel mindlessly from his hair to his shoulders, then neck, jaw. She pulled him in to leave a sweet peck on his hungry lips.

“Lead the way.”

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creativeashproductions · 4 years ago

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We Wouldn’t Be Us // Charlie Gillespie

IN WHICH: We get a look into the timeline of the reader and Charlie’s relationship from the first date that wasn’t so perfect to the news they get. The relationship has its ups and downs like all relationships do but this one brings the birth of a song. They know in their relationship that anything less just wouldn’t be them

Warnings: Swearing, an argument, allusion to sex (NO SMUT), pure fluff

Words: 3.1k

A/N: I suppose this is an entry for @cherrymaybank’s Valentine’s Day Fic Challenge.

Based on the song We Wouldn’t Be Us by Alexandra Kay

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Every dress didn’t seem to fit properly no matter what mirror with different light in your apartment you tried. The spare bathroom’s bulb was dying, so that made the colour appear off, and the best mirror was dirty, which would dampen the romantic goal. Nothing made you feel that oomph that you desired for this date.

You could wear the standby little black dress of which you had two options, the clubbing one or the work appropriate one. It didn’t seem right to choose a standard black and no colour for this insanely sweet guy that had this insane energy. With that thought in mind, you dug deeper in your closet for that special dress that you’d never found someone worthy of it. It was your best dress and your most expensive with the tags still on. You would have gone for the maroon dress but it was Valentine’s Day and that seemed like over kill.

Somehow it still fit perfectly despite the length of time from purchase, it was a vibrant green satin with lace matching the colour. The dress's satin ended just below the knee with the matching lace falling an additional six inches past. The A-line skirt was loose flowing contrasting to the form-fitting material across your bust and midsection.

One of your favourite parts of the dress was the off-shoulder bateau neckline that gave a tasteful sneak of your cleavage. The bottom of the thick straps came to make a perfectly straight horizontal line. Across your waist was a one-inch wide satin ribbon attached to the dress that formed a perfect bow that tied the outfit together, no pun intended.

“Whoa.” You breathed stepping in front of the floor-length mirror kept in the spare bedroom, it had once been your roommates’ room before she moved.

You had to admit the dress was magical with it, bringing out all your curves and went with your skin tone. It was a pure shock to see how you managed to make the dress come to life with just a makeup look that was easy to do. All you did next was your favourite beige heels that went with everything. You had just slid on the left heel when the buzzer sounded and slid the right on as you hit the button unlocking the apartment building door.

“This is going to be perfect.” You breathed leaning into the mirror beside the front door. You inspected your lipstick as a knock sounded on the dark brown wood of your door.

“You look gorgeous.” Your date breathed, widening those colour changing irises as he took in your outfit, “You take my breath away. Happy Valentine’s Day”

Your cheeks flushed, “Thank you, Charlie.”

He stepped into the apartment as you quickly went to the kitchen to grab your coat and purse with your essentials. He had gently retrieved the coat from your arms to help you into the cold jacket.

“I know traditionally I would have brought you flowers, but I also know you love books.” Charlie breathed grasping the items in his hands, “So I got these flowers.”

His warm hands held three books. The top one was The Orchid House by Lucinda Riley with a cover that had the background blurry with only the back of a girl in clarity. The girl’s pink dress matching the flower in the upper corner of the book. The next cover proudly displayed The Rose Garden by Susanna Kearsley with red flowers growing down on a stone building. The third one was a light pink book with an anatomically correct heart with flowers growing out of the arteries, veins and valves; a collection of poetry I Saw You As a Flower by Ellen Everett. Lastly, you held Rupi Kaur’s second collection of poetry The Sun and her Flowers that had come out a couple years ago.

“Charlie, this is so thoughtful. You even has a rose one!” You breathlessly spoke gently touching the covers, “Thank you so much for these.”

“I thought we could read them together?” Charlie was bashful as he quietly asked with flushed cheeks. He didn’t know why he felt like this was his very first date all over again.

“I’d love that.” You softly told the Canadian with the manners a mother would be jealous to have in her home. Charlie’s fingers linked with yours as he tugged you out of the apartment into the hallway.

Your hands swung during the short walk from the apartment building to his bright orange Subaru across the street. The sound of the light wind rustling the trees lining the sidewalk mixed with the humming from Charlie was a perfect film score. He was the ideal gentleman even before he asked you out.

You couldn’t wait to tell your close loved ones about Charlie. You could really see this going somewhere. The relationship that is, as you were now on the side of a road with the Subaru’s hazard lights flashing.

“I forgot to fill the tank.” Charlie moaned, pressing his forehead against the steering wheel. His eyes clenched just as tight as his fists.

The Canadian was so embarrassed to have had what he thought was the best date of his life. He’d played music from the playlist he had patiently curated specifically for this date, and he held your hand to the restaurant. He’d already made plans for another date when his car’s warning beeped.

In Charlie’s haste, he’d forgotten to fuel up his car, so here he was with the prettiest person he’d ever seen in his passenger seat. His confidence in a second date had greatly diminished.

“Char, you said Owen was on his way. There isn’t anyone else I’d prefer to be stranded with. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“I wanted this date to go perfect. This is my first Valentine’s Day with someone.” Charlie admitted turning his head to stare into warm pools of your e/y colours. His eyes scanned the soft smile that appeared on your face as his confession, “I had this whole thing planned out, and now you definitely won’t want a second-”

“I’m gonna kiss you. If you don’t want that, let me know.” You murmured before pulling him in for what would be the best kiss of your life thus far.

Sure his car broke down, but you kissed him anyway. He tasted of the complimentary chocolate dessert from dinner.

A Year Later

A young, admittedly broke couple sat on the cold floor of the unpacked kitchen eating SpaghettiOs. You had only just moved into the studio apartment with Charlie that had drained most of your savings. Had it not been in a decently safe area in the city and a close commute you would have said no.

But it was the perfect starting place for you two as you both were unfamiliar with living with an SO. It sucked on each of your ends to not have a better situation, Charlie wanted nothing more than to spoil you on the first day living together. Unfortunately, it wasn’t possible but sitting on the floor with a cheap candle was imperfectly perfect.

“I’m sorry we’re eating out of cans.” Charlie whispered pointedly, keeping his eyes on the spoon, stirring the red sauce with the beige circles.

“Char this is perfect. As long as it’s you and I then anything is perfect. Besides we didn’t label the boxes, I have no idea which box has our kitchenware.” You admitted glancing at the boxes boarding the edge of the room.

You ate out of cans for at least a week before you had unpacked the kitchen and had the means to buy actual groceries. Living together thus far had been going super smooth until wasn’t.

It was a bad day on both your parts, your entire work was deleted after a computer glitch. Charlie had auditioned for a role he had been really really wanting since he heard about it. Your father came down with the flu axing the plans to meet for dinner; it would have been the first time in six months you saw him in person.

The apartment's atmosphere had been rising and very volatile by mid-afternoon when Charlie blatantly forgot a deal. If he was going to play music, it had to be in the study so you could focus on your work.

Today he’d decided to be in close vicinity to have a virtual jam session with both Owen and Jeremy. He’d chosen the room you were in solely because it had the best wifi reception which you needed as well.

“Charlie, please can you go to the study? I’m trying to finish this!” You cried out as he struck a chord on the electric. His eyebrows came other in the glare he sent you, “I lost all my work last night.”

“The guys and I are working on songs-”

“-Charlie, this is due tonight. I can’t concentrate with-”

“It’s not my fault you have a shitty attention span!” Charlie angrily snapped contradicting the gentle touch on his guitar. He placed it back on the stand to not accidentally damage it, “The wifi is best in this room.”

“I’m very much aware of that Charlie. Out of the two of us, I use it the most. Can you please either move to the study or at least wait an hour so I can finish?” You pleaded with the Canadian actor ignoring the two guys on the computer silently waiting for the fight to be over.

“Why can't you mov-”

“Fine. I will.” You fully stared down your boyfriend for a full five seconds before you harshly closed the top of your computer. It took seconds to gather your work stuff into the leather satchel you stored the computer in, “You didn’t even mute the call.”

Charlie watched as you swiftly pulled on your jacket, “Babe-”

The sound of the door slamming shut cut his sentence before he even had a chance to speak his thoughts. The apartment was eerily silent compared to the sounds of music that always played through the Bluetooth speaker.

The inspiration to play evaporated with the aftermath of a stupid argument permeated the apartment typically filled with love. All three actors quietly said their goodbyes before they ended the video call.

You spent an hour uncomfortably sitting in a cafe finishing up what you’d needed to finish with the argument replaying. Your finger barely hit the button to send the email before you had already stepped outside the business. You spent the walk struggling to draft a text to your boyfriend.

It didn’t matter because when you walked into the apartment, you heard the soft song you’d both deemed yours. It was cheesy, but that was part of Charlie’s charm. Speaking of your boyfriend, he was sat on the floor of your kitchen with matching mugs of brownies.

“I’m sorry. I was insensitive.” Charlie started as soon as your jacket was draped over one of the kitchen chairs. His usually wide smile was as bashful as the one he’d worn on the night of your first date.

“No I’m sorry, Charlie. I could have easily put on my headphones or moved to the bedroom for a bit. The fight was stupid, and I love you so much that sometimes I think I take you for granted. I mean, look at you! You made the brownie cups-”

“Even sitting on the cold floor like when we moved in.” Charlie cheekily inserted, reaching over to hold your hands in his, “I like our tradition. I definitely like how we upgraded from SpaghettiOs to brownies.”

“Me too.” You breathed leaning over to press a lingering kiss on his lips. His hands delving into your hair to keep you close.

The butterflies stormed your stomach as the heat slowly inflated from your toes until it reached your flushing cheeks. Raw emotion pouring into the passionate kiss that only closed down as you broke for air. But you also went back in as that warmth slowly built in your tummies. Charlie’s eyes marginally opened to ensure he wasn’t imagining the Angel he got to kiss.

Finally, with heavy breathing, you pulled apart, but only a fleeting moment froze the time in the apartment. For, as soon as Charlie caught your dilated pupils, his one hand cupped the back of your hand, fingers tangled in your h/c tresses.

Soon enough, you were making up on the kitchen floor with each article of clothing tossed in the vicinity. A shirt landed on the kitchen sink spout. The brownie mugs forgotten as you gave into the passion with your boyfriend. Your lovemaking had you missing supper.

Charlie’s solution was a trip to the local authentic English pub founded by a nice guy from London. You never failed to stop him for a dance in the empty street as his smooth voice gave music for smooth motions. Dancing was a common thing from pulling off the road in Dieppe to dance. You drank and danced at the pub until Jack cut you off at 2am as his pub rules had.

You and Charlie just laughed in a love bubble as the real-world worries faded because you always came together in the rough times.

Months later you returned to Dieppe with Charlie to spend the holidays with them. The entire family together creating such a welcoming atmosphere.

“I’m gonna grab a glass of water.” You informed the group of gals ad non-binary pals who had gathered in Meghan’s bedroom. The group had decided to sleep over Meg’s childhood room with face masks, nail polish and lovely wine.

Meg and Jeannette both nodded to acknowledge your announcement before they returned to their respective conversations. You took a moment to take in the great group of Gillespie and Co you had the honour to be part of. The thirst was only temporarily forgotten in the happy bubble you found yourself in.

You practically skipped to the kitchen, barely noticing the two people in the living room, but their words stopped you in your tracks. Your boyfriend, Charlie Gillespie, stood close to his older brothers Ryan, Patrick and Michael.

“I’m gonna ask her to marry-” Charlie caught himself from finishing the sentence when he saw you standing pale-faced at the opening into the living room.

His entire body was encapsulated by the lights casting in the living room from the Christmas tree. The tree couldn’t hold a candle to the ring of your dreams that promptly had you bursting into tears.

“I RUINED THE SURPRISE!” You sobbed dropping your face into your cold hands, avoiding the gaze of the Gillespie brothers. Had you not been hiding in your hands you would have known the older three had vacated the room.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Charlie cooed with the ring safely put away in the box he had shoved back in his pocket, “You didn’t ruin the surprise. I shouldn’t have been telling my brothers in the middle of the living room.”

Charlie’s warm hands slowly pulled your hands from your soft post-mask skin with such a pretty healthy glow. He could see the remnants of the mask on the edge of your scalp, but it didn’t take away from your beauty.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, staring up at him from underneath your eyelashes. The soft hazel eyes not upset in the least, things often didn’t go the way you wanted to together.

Take the first date from over two years ago where you and Charlie had waited for Owen to meet you with a jug of gas. You’d shared childhood stories and future dreams. Or the time you hadn’t marked the boxes creating an entire week of eating out of cans and cartons.

Ruining the proposal was almost expected at this rate.

“I knew from the moment I saw you in that emerald dress I knew that you were the One for me. I’ve adored each moment I’ve gotten with you from the spontaneous dances on the side of the road. To bursting into song in the middle of the street.” Charlie shakily started with sweating bands but an open heart, “When your best friend told me the emerald dress was the special one, it melted my heart.”

“Charlie.”

“Other than my belief that this relationship will last, I was only ever sure of one thing in my life. I was sure I would be an actor, but now I’m more sure that my favourite role will be supporting you, loving you and evolving with you as your husband.” Charlie sniffled, taking one hand from yours to wipe the tears flooding his cheeks, “Will you marry me?”

“Yes.” You breathed lunging on your tiptoes to kiss him with as much passion as you could. Your hands caressed the skin of his cheeks; his long tresses tickling your wrists.

“God I love you.” Charlie gushed with a gentle shake of his head. His hazel pinned to your e/c eyes as if you were the most precious gem in the world.

A voice cut the bubble enveloping you, “Well are you gonna put the ring on her finger or what?”

Charlie’s head moved to meet the teary eyes of his mother surrounded by his siblings as they bounced on their feet. You laughed as your now fiance clumsily rushed to slide the absolutely gorgeous ring on your finger.

“Welcome to the family officially.” Jeannette cheered along with the celebratory whistles and yells as the crowd of the family grew more and more. Soon enough, the entire room was overflowing with people congratulating your new engagement.

Months later, you stood in front of that same group holding the hands of your handsome fiance. Both dressed to the nines in front of the officiant.

“I wasn’t looking for a fairytale, because they all end the same. The princess has a conflict that she revolves with the help of the prince. They get married and live happily ever after. I adore how we’re writing our own story that fits our relationship. Charlie Gillespie, I wouldn’t change a thing about our lives. I wouldn’t have it any other way even with the fighting and slamming doors, but we always end up on our kitchen floor making up with two brownies in mugs.” Your vows brought tears among the onlookers along with the Canadian barely keeping it together.

The vows would later be eloquently transformed into lyrics from you with the accompanying melody provided by Charlie. On Valentine’s Day, you played the song on the kitchen floor with a plate of brownies. Three brownies waiting to be devoured.

“Three for each of us.” You wept as you watched as Charlie melted into a puddle of joyful tears. He took no time in placing his hand over your flat stomach.

Yeah, you wouldn’t have it any other way. Especially when Valentine’s Day become more to the Gillespie family; a new little love taking up the day.

(Reader’s Dress In Beginning)

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thewhitejournal · 4 years ago

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Just One More Night

Aaron Hotchner x Female!Reader Series

hello everyone! welcome to a new series im starting, this one was actually requested by @art-and-thoughts so shoutout to them. i’ll put their request below so you can read what it’s about, and i hope you all enjoy! :)

plot: Shortly after getting divorced, Hotch needs some sort of distraction from his work and personal life, he ends up meeting a younger girl and they start a casual relationship. He doesn’t want to know much about her than what’s necessary, so they just meet for ~sexy times~ and it works good for both of them for a while. The reader is graduating in communities and criminology; JJ finds out she’s going to have a baby, so she decides to call someone from outside to “coach” and replace her. That’s how the reader ends up at the BAU.

content warnings: smut, cursing, a bit commanding here and there, fingering, oral (male receiving)

Finals kicked your ass, that was a fact. You stepped out of the study hall and your tennis shoe met snow, covering the steps to the doors. You kicked yourself internally for not checking the weather, shivers already taking over your body. Snow went flying from the ground as you rushed to your car, a sheet of it falling off the roof when you slammed the door. The cold didn’t necessarily bother you, but not dressing appropriately for it did. Your car sputtered to life when you turned the key in the ignition. While you tried warming yourself up and while you waited for the defrost to kick in, you checked your phone.

The cold metal of the thing wasn’t exactly comforting, but your notifications were coming in at record speed. The group chat you and your roommate and the friends you’d met since last year made together kept bombarding you with who’s typing and who’s already said something. A little part of you dreaded opening it, knowing you were probably fully behind on whatever was happening.

They loved you, that’s for sure. But they always teased you for being ‘addicted to school’, and that you needed help for your addiction. You couldn’t help you were devoted to your future, the career at the FBI looking closer every day. It’s always been your goal. More specifically, you wanted to be a profiler. Ever since you started researching career paths and colleges in your senior year of high school, it stuck with you. You wanted it, and when you found something you wanted, you weren’t giving up until you had it. Hell, you’d just got done reviewing the subjects for next semester.

A sigh escaped your lips as you opened the chat. The rundown of it was that they wanted to get together for drinks to celebrate the end of the semester. You weren’t much of a party person, but you knew it wasn’t an option for you since they said they would be meeting there in half an hour. All you wanted to do was go back to the dorm and pass out, but you figured, why the hell not? You knew you deserved a break; one night couldn’t hurt.

After making the short drive to the dorms about half a mile away, you turned the car off and hurried inside. You came in with a bluster of cold air, kicking off your wet shoes next to the door. Your roommate was getting ready in the bathroom; her favorite ‘hype’ music was playing and you could smell the hairspray from the front door.

You didn’t have time to shower, and you figured it was fine since you had one this morning. So you fixed yourself up, doing a little more makeup and slipping into the outfit your friend picked out for you. You stepped into the bathroom next to her to fix your hair.

“(Y/N), going out without bitching? Are you feeling alright?” She teasingly put the back of her hand to your forehead as if to feel for a fever. You rolled your eyes, smacking her hand away. Both of you shared a laugh. Within minutes, you two were ready to go. You piled into your car, which was still a little warm, and started driving to the bar they picked out.

Once you were inside, you saw your other friends waiting for you, drinks already on their table. They waved you over as if you couldn’t see them; they were already tipsy. A smile grew on your lips as you and your friend walked over to them, happy to see your friends happy.

“To this shitty semester finally being over!” Your roommate toasted, a shot already in her hand. She was holding one out to you, and you took it, clinking your glass with the other girls before downing it. After sitting and talking and laughing and drinking for a while, you started surveying the bar and its patrons. Your curious gaze fell on a table of men, one of them significantly older than the rest. He had a glass of whiskey in front of him. His hands that donned a huge ring with an insignia that you couldn’t make out were gesturing in the air like he was telling a story.

The man standing next to him looked to be about your age, maybe older. He was a skinny little thing, listening intently to the older man’s story with a smile on his face. He looked like he was drinking some kind of sparkling water. The other guy was buff, wearing a tight, grey t-shirt. Dark brows on his forehead danced with emotion as the story went on. His smile was huge; he had some beautiful teeth for a guy. A beer dangled casually in his hand.

The fourth man was unlike the rest of them in his own way. He was wearing a brown pullover and dark jeans, his short black hair gelled and styled. His fingers twirled a whiskey glass on the table, and it was about empty. You noticed a tan line on his ring finger, but no ring. This was intriguing. A Rolex shined on his right wrist. He had a small smile on his face, adding to the story here and there and laughing. You couldn’t hear it, but you were sure it sounded lovely. His brown eyes crinkled when he smiled.

“(Y/N), what the hell are you staring- oh, I see. The skinny one?” Your roommate Rachel asked you, her gaze fixed on the men now, too. She looked at him like she was a lion and he was a gazelle, and it was dinner time. You chuckled, shaking your head.

“No, Rach. Don’t worry about it.” She gave you a knowing look like you weren’t getting away with it that easy. Her body turned towards you, and she leaned on the table. Her brows furrowed.

“Which one, then? Cause brown jacket’s been making eyes on you since you walked in.” She stated. You turned to face her, your eyes widening.

“Oh my god, can you keep your fucking voice down?”, you hissed under your breath. You tried looking over at them inconspicuously, to see if they’d heard, but you couldn’t tell. You felt the blush creeping up your neck and onto your cheeks. A sly smile made its way to her face. She giggled.

“It’s him, isn’t it?” She prodded your arm, laughing. You tried to play it cool, trying to make her calm down, but it wasn’t working. She burst into laughter, nearly doubling over so hard she about fell into the floor. God, she was drunk. You glanced over at the table, and you swore you saw him looking over, but only for a second.

Butterflies started roaring inside of you, in your stomach and even wandering lower. It was like nothing you’d ever felt before. The liquid courage started flowing through your veins, your heart pumping in your chest. You might’ve gone over and said, or ever did, something if you were a hundred percent sure he was interested. But you weren’t. Rachel eventually recovered from her laughing fit, leaning on you like you were the only thing holding her up. You steadied her as best as you could.

“Rachel, you should drink some water. You’re wasted.” You rubbed her arm, a concerned look on your face. She stared at you for a second, copying the look on your face.

“Fine,” she slurred, “You need the courage more than me anyway.” Your brows furrowed, giving her an inquisitive look. She giggled, covering her mouth when she let a snort out. “Because...look behind you…”, she whisper-said, falling on your other friend to her left. You felt your heart speed up in your chest, your body turning on your heel.

The man was sauntering over to you, his friends cheering him on behind him. He was laughing and shaking his head. You chewed on the inside of your cheek as he got closer. Fuck, he was tall. That smile on his lips made you blush, and the look in his eyes said more than words ever could.

When he finally reached you, he slipped an arm around your waist and leaned down to whisper in your ear. He smelled like pine and leather, and you felt your body tense up. There’s no way this was happening. The hottest guy in the bar, picking you out of the crowd? This never happened.

“Wanna get out of here?” He smelled like alcohol, but you were sure you did too. It took everything in you not to moan at the mere rasp of his voice. You hummed in an affirming tone as a response. This wasn’t like you, but you didn’t care. He was hot and the looks he gave you alone were enough to get you soaking wet. He took your hand eagerly, pulling you out the door and towards a black SUV. The plates on the front looked like government plates, but surely not. The car wasn’t your focus at the moment, anyway.

He shoved you against the passenger door, somehow rough and gentle at the same time, his arms on either side of your waist. It took the breath out of you, but you were breathless already so it was hard to tell just how much of an effect it had on you. His dark eyes looked like those of a hungry predator, tracing all over your face and body. He licked his lips, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips.

“Do you wanna do this?”, he asked you in a low and sultry voice. You put your hands on the sides of his face, nodding. You leaned forward and closed the gap between the two of you, pressing your body to his, along with your lips. His hand pulled your waist to his body, the other hand getting lost in your hair. He moaned against your lips, and you felt yourself twitch in your underwear. God, he was so fucking hot.

“Good, get in.”, he commanded. You’d never been talked to like that. Your pussy twitched again, and you had to hold back a whimper. He opened the back door for you, and you crawled inside. The backseat was spacious, which was quite useful for what was about to happen. He settled himself in the seat and shut the door behind him, locking the car and pulling you into his lap, his back against the door.

He smashed his soft, pink lips onto yours, his tongue twirling with yours. His lips left yours and he started trailing rough kisses down your neck, his teeth grazing your collarbone. You craned your neck back to give him more room, a little moan slipping from your lips. “Oh, you like that, baby?”, he asked you against your skin, his fingers slowly pulling down the straps of your dress onto your shoulders.

“Wait…”, you breathed out, and he pulled away. He asked if he’d done something wrong, an apologetic look in his eyes. He’s hot and respectful? Fuck. “No, I… I just want to know your name.” He chuckled deeply.

“Aaron. What’s yours, honey?” God, that voice was the death of you. You were surprised he couldn’t feel how wet you were through his jeans.

“(Y/N).” A smile grew on your lips, as did on his.

“Nice to meet you, (Y/N).”, he whispered, leaning into you again and kissing you. You slid your heels off and heard them clatter on the floor, kissing him back, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself against him. Your legs fell over his waist, straddling him. He hummed contently against you, his huge hands resting on your waist.

Instinctively, you moved your hips against his jeans, a moan slipping through your lips. His hands fell to your thighs, hastily moving them under your dress to play with the hem of your panties. You whimpered, and he pulled away, looking you in the eyes.

“You want these off, (Y/N)?”, he purred in your ear.

“Fuck, yes, Aaron, please…” You were a mess, but you didn’t care. You just wanted him so bad, and you didn’t even know him. His fingers tugged at them, pulling them down your thigh and shoving them in his pocket, a sly smile on his face.

“Come here, baby.” You obliged, sliding your hands under his shirt as you kissed him roughly. He bit your lip, a yelp coming from you and a deep chuckle from him. The two of you parted for only a second so that his jacket and shirt could come off. You admired his skin in the faint light from a nearby streetlight. Something that stood out to you was all the scars on his stomach. You leaned down and kissed every single one of them, undoing his belt in the process. You could feel how hard he was through his jeans. He moaned, his head hitting the window. “Fuck, you’re so hot…” His voice sounded so attractive when he was hot and bothered.

His hands pulled you suddenly back into his lap, hands resting on your bare ass. “Your turn first.” His thumb had no problem finding your pulsing clit, and he started rubbing circles just the way you liked. You gasped, moaning and burying your face in his neck. He moaned too, pushing a finger inside you and pumping back and forth. “You’re so wet for me, (Y/N).” You couldn’t speak; the power he held over you was insane. He kissed your neck so roughly you knew it would leave bruises that you’d have to cover up. Good thing it was scarf season.

He added another finger, and you started riding him; you were a moaning and sloppy mess. You put your hands on his strong shoulders to steady yourself, and he moved his fingers faster. The knot in your stomach tightened, and you could hardly breathe. Your eyes rolled back into your head and all you could feel was his hot chest against you and his long fingers inside you as you rode out your orgasm on them. He pulled them out, and you instantly missed the feeling. You whined at the empty feeling.

“You want to clean them off or should I?” You could barely focus on his words, your pussy still pulsing.

“I want you to taste me.”, you breathed out. Without hesitation, he licked his fingers clean, amber eyes rolling into his skull and a guttural moan coming from deep inside him. You got turned on again just from that vision itself. He pulled your dress off of you and threw it on top of your panties on the floor. He hungrily stared at your chest, sucking on your nipple and playing with the other. Your hips bucked against the leather of the seat, a groan slipping from the both of you.

“Lie down.” You did as you were told, lying down on your back. He unzipped his jeans and kicked them off, but not before pulling a condom out of the back pocket. His dick was pushing against the thin fabric of his boxers. Fuck, he’s huge. Of course, he is. Going against orders, you sat up and looked up at him, taking him into your mouth. He groaned, pulling your hair back away from your face. “(Y/N), holy shit…” He thrust into your mouth, but you didn’t mind it. Your hands stroked his dick for what your mouth couldn’t take.

You pulled away, knowing he was ready. His light brown eyes from inside the bar were now pitch black, his chest heaving and sweat beading on his forehead. You put your hand behind his head and pressed your lips into his, and he moaned against you. You could feel his dick pressing onto the inside of your thigh, and your hips naturally started riding it. He wasn’t inside you yet, just slipping against you. Your nails dug into his back, the feeling too much to take. His hands held your waist so tight you think he might leave bruises, but that didn’t matter.

Hurriedly, he pulled the condom on his dick and made sure you were ready and willing before he started fucking you. Slowly at first, he thrust what felt like halfway inside you. He filled you up so nicely, like the two of you were made for each other. “Fuck, Aaron, just like that…”, you breathed out into his ear, moaning and rocking on top of him. He helped you stay steady as you took all of his dick, and he started speeding up. You held onto him like he was your last breath, and his wandering hand found your clit again, rubbing those familiar circles on it. He started sucking on your neck again, and you could feel him twitching inside you. You came not a second later.

You rode it out, seeing stars. He was breathing heavily, kissing your lips as softly as he did before you started. You kissed him back with what little energy you had left. “That was…”, he whispered, looking into your eyes. “Amazing. You’re amazing.”, he finished his thought.

“Wanna do this again sometime?”, you asked him shyly. He smirked at you. “Sorry, that was-“

“I do, (Y/N). Get dressed, I’ll drive you home.” You smiled at him, and he returned one. You didn’t worry about your phone or purse; one of your friends would grab them. He was dressed quickly and got out of the backseat, closing the door behind him and walking around the front of the car to get in the driver’s seat. You pulled your dress back on, along with your shoes.

The lack of Aaron’s body heat made you realize how cold it was this late into the night. You crossed your arms over your body, trying to make yourself as warm as possible. He motioned for you to get in the front seat, so you did, getting out of the car. The parking lot was almost empty, and it was snowing. You opened the passenger door, climbing in.

“Are you cold?”, he asked. He was warming the car up, turning dials and making sure it was getting defrosted. Not that it needed to do much work with all the heat you two made. You looked over at him; the caring look returned in his eyes. He looked handsome in the dim light of the center console. You nodded, and he pulled his jacket off and handed it to you. You gladly took it, his smell wafting around you when you slid it on. You told him where your dorms were, and he didn’t seem to mind that you were still in university.

The two of you drove in comfortable silence, the white flakes whizzing past the windows as he drove. Thoughts flooded your head about what had just happened, and how you felt about him. You couldn’t fall for him, but you had a feeling you could at some point if you weren’t careful. Unbeknownst to you, Aaron was having the same thoughts.

He parked outside your building, and he gave you his number and you gave him yours. You started taking the jacket off, and he stopped you. “Keep it. It’s cold out there.” You gave him a small smile and thanked him, and he pressed one last kiss to your lips before you got out of the car. He made sure you got inside the building before driving off. You watched the black SUV pull off in the white flurries outside. The plates caught your eye again; those were US government plates, for sure.

What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

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frenchtipacrylics · 4 years ago

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An In-depth Guide to My Personal Style

the idea to document my entire clothing style was inspired by the @dreamgrlarchive post detailing her personal style here, and the @angeldiscovery post about building confidence that mentions a few journaling prompts here!

minimalistic & edgy

my version of a capsule wardrobe, a style based around essentials and basics but with an edgier twist

key colors: black, white, burgundy, rust orange, various shades of brown, earth tones, olive green

key prints: snake, leopard, croc

key textures: vinyl, leather, silk/satin, mesh, rips/tears, lace, denim

key silhouettes: high neck/turtlenecks, tight pencil miniskirts, flare pants, corsets and bustiers, cowl necks, bodycon, combat boots, lingerie as outerwear, baggy pants

soft glam makeup. all matte, 90’s inspired, only shades of brown. sultry eye looks, smokey eyes, maybe some tightlining. contour, defined cupid’s bow, brown lipstick and (optional) gloss, brow pomade, very bright under eye highlight, cat eye falsies, everything applied to make my face look more angular

minimalist jewelry. stud earrings or small hoops, a few rings, and a necklace

inspo: sofia richie, rihanna’s “edgy” style, zoe kravitz, bella hadid, kelly stamps, 90’s victoria beckham, the typical “model off duty” style, fka twigs, lori harvey

key stores & brands: fashionnova, h&m, prettylittlething, zara, yesstyle, missguided, revolve, misspap, peppermayo, honeybum, topshop, aritzia, asos, sorella

my go-to day to day look

girly & romantic

very girly and cute, fairy-esque, my ideal way to express my femininity. easy to dress up or down

key colors: sage green, true red, mustard yellow, orange, warm toned cream white

key prints: floral, plaid, small polka dots, gingham

key textures: ruching, silk/satin, fuzz, pearls, rhinestones, ruffled detailing, lace

key silhouettes: wrap dresses and skirts, slip dresses, puff sleeves, bardot necklines, slits, tie-front crop tops, high waisted bottoms, dresses that are cinched in at the waist, cute socks with heels, chunky sweaters, bow detailing, cardigans as tops, silk hair accessories, matching sets

full glam makeup. more shades of pink, peach, and coral. brow pencils, wispy/fluffy false lashes, nose highlight, overlined glossy lips, pink lip gloss, shimmery or glittery eye makeup, bronzer instead of contour, draped blush, bright inner corner highlight, feathery brows that are a shade or two lighter than my hair color, rounded lip shape

a lot more jewelry. hoops and a stud, sometimes double hoops and a stud (my ears are pierced three times), bracelets, layered necklaces, and multiple rings

inspo: cottagecore, gershona annor, alissa janay, francesca omorogbe, ange josé, destiny joseph, _cinnamonro11_

key stores & brands: princesspolly, prettylittlething, & other stories, for love and lemons, nastygal, shein, reformation, forever21, peppermayo, brandy melville, misslola, h&m

i wear this style to picnics, art museums, botanical gardens, and other more laidback dates

laidback & casual

dressing down, cute but still comfortable and effortless

key colors: burgundy, black, white, true green, various shades of pink, olive green

key textures: knits, silk/satin, velour, wearable towel

key silhouettes: chunky matching tracksuits, baggy jeans, cami tops, long cardigans, midi dresses, athleisure, tennis shoes, sweater/sweatshirt dresses, jumpsuits, slides, crossbody bags, matching silk pajamas, chic sandals, oversized hoodies

faux “natural” makeup. no eyeshadow, just winged eyeliner, bronzer, brown lip liner and clear gloss, much more focus on the base makeup, inner corner highlight, nose highlight, brow gel, half lashes or individuals, drawing in my beauty marks, cream blush

not too much jewelry. hoops, rings, a necklace, my apple watch, and a bracelet

inspo: karrueche, rihanna, gigi hadid, princess diana, zendaya, kehlani, the classic celebrity airport/streetwear outfit

key stores & brands: nike, adidas, puma, honeybum, fashionnova, ugg australia, meshki, pink, depop, urban outfitters, aerie, missguided

how i dress when going to campus, running errands, taking the train, when i just don’t feel like putting an outfit together, or when comfort matters more than appearance

#fashion #makeup #style guide #my posts

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the-thot-clown · 4 years ago

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May I ask that you talk about the character designs you love, please? 👀

(inhales)

‘aight, this is going to be long so

ok the first one and my favorite one is Bubba.

Among all the slashers Bubba is the one with the lightest colors, including his main mask which is a faded yellow that fits very well with the pale pink of his shirt and bright yellow apron. Even his tie complements well by cutting out warm colors with a three-tone blue. Along with his dark blue jeans and black cowboy boots. They are soft colors and shapes and he himself is very neat (my boy is really there working with a shirt and tie, what a gentleman) which is a reflection of his personality in general. He is very distinctive and appealing to the eye, even in dark scenes you can fully distinguish him.

I don't talk much about his clothing when he uses the old woman's mask since, apart from the change of face, only another apron is added. But with the pretty woman mask it is something else. I can't express how much I love that they decided to put him in a dark suit, other than that it's because Bubba wanted to look good for dinner, it's also a nice change of tones that goes with how the dinner scene is the darkest part of the movie thematically speaking. Also that the mask with makeup serves as a focal point following the neckline, and of course using the blue tie to add color to the whole outfit but still being a cool color making the red and pink makeup of the mask stand out more. I love it 10/10

Another one is Jason from part 3, 4 and 6. I love the shirt in that shade of green along with the light pants, it is thematically coherent, simple, the colors go well with the place where the film takes place, it helps the mask stand out more and is recognizable to the naked eye. While Jason from part 2 is also one of my favorites with all the blue tones and the white bag on his head he isn’t as iconic (since he looks a lot like the murderer of The Town That Dreaded Sundown). 9/10 for mama’s boy.

Michael and Ghostface are in the same place for me, both outfits are minimalist, dark and with a white mask as a focal point, Ghostface has one more point for me because it adds texture to his suit since the fabric is shiny and it shows that it is rough. Both masks despite having the same intention of being the focal point, both are in the two opposites if we talk about expressions, one being exaggerated and the other that does not express anything. 9/10

And now that I’m talking about them, something that bothers me a bit about the remake/reboot and secuels versions of the 2000 movies is how they decided to remove all the colors from the clothes of some slashers, I love Thomas and FvJ Jason as well as RZ Michael but it is very sad how they decided to go for outfits that are practically unrecognizable on screen, adding that the movies themselves are very dark and you can hardly tell anything from what is happening. Even the masks, the’ve become more dirty and almost irreconocible.

Everything looks washed out, brown and dirty.

Ok back to the favorites.

Another one, Babyface (The Hills Run Red) Good neutral colors, gray shirt and beige pants but cut by the red color that helps to connect everything in general, it also makes the attention focus on him and the decorations on his neck, great mask design, it's scary, It is grotesque but without becoming deformed, you can differentiate the parts of the mask and more than once they make closeups to show it even in the light. Very good work 8/10.

Ok at first I wasn't a big fan of Brahms clothes (mostly because you can barely see it) but it's a nice outfit, the gray-blue cardigan really complements the brown pants, the white shirt also helps to be a point focal and separate it from the dark in conjunction with the mask (the mask being surrounded by dark hair and the beard also helps it stand out more) it is simple, just a doll face but it is a nice addition. It is comfortable and it is in character and according to the situation. I love the suspenders, you classy fucker. 6/10

One of my favorite of all time, Tiffany, MAN I LOVE THIS the puffy hair, the eye color, the makeup, the leather jacket over the wedding dress oh my god i love her. Is simple yet iconic 10/10

Is sad what they did to her hair later tho.

Now the bitch himself, The shape and colors are instantly recognizable, the brown hat goes well with the colors of the sweater, this being the focal point of the whole outfit, I like the idea of the glove and since its entire face is burned separates it from the others slashers who always wear masks. bitch/10

The cenobites, over all iconic, love the goth bitches 10/10

Vincent Sinclair (since it is the one that stands out the most in the wardrobe part of the three brothers) I can’t see shit. Man that movie sure doesn’t want us to see him but for I can see he’s nice, love the sweater, I like the idea of his mask being made of wax, love the hair. 6/10

The two Pennywises: Both are good. Stop making these queens fight eachother. While 2017 Pennywise has his face as the focal point and his hair the other IS the focal point, both suits are useful for attracting or hunting prey in their own way, both are good and both have things of the Pennywise from the book. 8/10

Candyman. The man, the legend.The presence, the coat, the color palette, the pants, the tie, the fluffy details. Everything, I absolutely love everything about the design. 10/10

Honorable mentions:

Lucille Sharpe: I love the red dress but this dress holy shit

Chop Top: Yeah I’ve said it. Man has style and I love that you can say a lot just by looking at him. That’s nice.

Billy Lenz: I know we can only see little things about his clothes, just his light blue oxford pants and his black turtleneck shirt (yeah it’s black but i like the green sweater too) but I just can imagine him with the 70′s clothes and I just loose my shit.

so that’s it, I have some more but this is already too long.

#about the clown #Anonymous

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frischkasekuchen · 3 years ago

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Christine AU - Teenage New Years

Credits:

Stephen King - Christine

Thriftlita- Vanya

Warning:

-Swearing

-Blood

-Injury

-Alcohol

-Underage drinking

Starring:

shu-dzhoker as Arnie Cunningham

well, me as Dennis Guilder

Vanya as Christine

As I walk along I wonder what went wrong

With our love, a love that was so strong

And as still walk on I think of the things we've done

Together while our hearts were young

- Runaway, Bonnie Raitt

It was 11:00 pm at night. My parents were over in The Bahamas, visiting other family members, including my sister. My mother was of the opinion that I would be house sitting while they were gone, they would have usually asked one of my aunts to do so, but she lives in The Bahamas. My father was against it, but my mother had only purchased two plane tickets.

And so here I was, getting ready for a New Years’ outing with Shu. I picked out an outfit that my father would’ve disapproved of. It was a red and sleeveless shirt accompanied by a short, black skirt. It was winter so I had to wear a coat anyways, so it wasn’t a big deal. I didn’t bother with makeup, there wasn’t anyone to really impress. The last thing I really needed to put on was a gold chain Shu had given me for Christmas.

I sat on the couch with my boots and coat on. By 11:20 I heard music blaring outside the house:

I’ve got a girl named Bony Moronie

She’s as skinny as a stick of macaroni

Oughta see rock ‘n roll with blue jeans on

She’s not very fat: just skin and bone

‘Welp, that’s ‘em!’, I thought to myself, cringing at the lyrics of the song the car was singing. I cut off the house’s lights and stepped outside to meet Shu.

After a week with no word from her, save for a Christmas gift, I finally got to see their face.

They’d stopped wearing their glasses a long time ago. Bags encircled their coffee eyes, their face as white as paper, and the only color given to their face was the blood in their cheeks. Rosy cheeks, brown eyes, white skin- a mesh of autumn and winter. They were smiling, like a soldier returning to family. Reassuring- but fake and scarred.

I walked over to them and smiled. Shu ran up to me and locked me in a bone-crushing embrace.

“Good to see you too.” I whimpered.

Shu hopped up and down, holding my hands- theirs were as cold as ice. “Did you get my present?!”

I nodded and unzipped my parka down to my bosom to show them the little gold chain.

“Do you like it?” Shu asked.

“My father was relieved it wasn’t another knife. I’m not one for jewelry, but I like it.”

“Aaaaaa-I’m so glad!” they pecked me on both of my cheeks.

As I flushed they dragged me to the passenger seat. Without a word, they opened the door for me. If my dad saw them doing that, he’d flip!

I slid in and they closed the door as I tucked my feet in.

Shu entered the car through the driver’s side. And the door closed on its own- show off. My annoyance diminished when I glanced at a smiling Shu.

“So, where are we headed?”

“There’s a carnival downtown, I was thinking about watching the fireworks! There’s a good stakeout spot I know.” Shu replied as they pulled out of my parents’ driveway.

I simply nodded.

—-

It was 11:30 when Shu pulled over at a 7/11.

“I’m going in for some beers,” Shu said as they stepped out of the car. “Ya want anything?”

“I don’t have any money though…”

“My treat, sugarplum~.” they purred.

My face heated up again.

“If y-you’re offering,” I stammered “A slushie!”

“Coke or cherry?”

“Coke.”

“I’ll be back in five!” they said as they entered the store.

I shrugged my coat off, as the car was warm enough on its own. I leaned back, taking a deep breath. I was trying calm myself down, after all, they just left me in the murder car.

Then there came another weight to the car seat. I knew who it was already as I sank into my door.

“Well, you clean up nicely.” Vanya said from the opposite end. From his tone I could see he was trying to coax me into a conversation; fuck no.

“I’m glad you liked the chain I picked out for you.”

I turned around, “Pardon me?”

“I said I’m-” he started.

“No, I meant the ‘picking out the chain’ part.”

“Shu wanted my input on a Christmas present for you. No offense, but your appearance is very…plain…sometimes. Your hair is short, shorter than mine- we couldn’t possibly get you a hair accessory. I once overheard you talking about grandmother and father saying that you come off as masculine, and that you could use some jewelry.”

I flushed again, “How much have you heard?”

Vanya chuckled at my expression. “A lot. And besides, this is a good look for you. Why don’t you wear outfits like this more often?”

“People don’t need to be reminded that I’m fat.”

Vanya’s eyes widened a smidge. “You’re not fat. I’ll admit you’re overweight, but not fat.”

“Well my old schoolmates thought so, telling my sister about my horrorshow groodies.” I sneered, thinking back to middle school with disgust.

“Excuse me, your what?” Vanya gestured his hands at nothing in the open air.

It had just occurred to me that the Plymouth Fury sitting in a garage since 1959 couldn’t have read ‘A Clockwork Orange’.

“Boobs; they were talking about those. It seemed to be my only redeeming quality to them.” I sighed, resting my chin on my tucked in arms and knees. “Other than that I was a fatty.”

Vanya put a hand on my shoulder. It was comforting.

Comforting till I realized-”Wait a dick! Why am I being emotionally vulnerable with you!”

He chuckled darkly, “Because you know you have no one else to turn to.”

I raised a fist defensively.

But there was no longer a target.

There was a very handsome Shu outside, holding a six pack and slushie.

“Kase? Could you open the door? My hands are full.” they said from outside the car.

“My apologies.” I opened the driver’s door. They handed me my slushie and placed the six pack between us.

We were off again.

—

11:50 pm

I slupred nervously at my slushie as Shu took their hands off the wheel. They reached down to the six pack to grab a beer, they wrenched a can out with ease. I looked up from my drink to realize we were driving in the wrong lane. A car was headed right for us.

“Shu. SHU!” I yelled.

“It’s fine.” they didn’t even look up from the beer to look at our oncoming death.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

Vanya made a hard turn as the other car honked at us.

Shu turned down their window and yelled “SHITTER!”

I was the only shitter here, internally.

“Maybe…you should take the wheel?” I insisted.

Shu waved a dismissive hand, “Nonsense! Papochka’s got us covered.”

I nodded, reluctantly accepting their dependence on the damned vehicle.

“So…w-what are y-your plans for college?” I stammered.

“I ain’t going ta college. Ima big kid, I’ll be fine.” they responded.

“But- but what about the SATs- and the PSATs? Those- are really expensive!”

“Ay, I never asked to do them, my parents are the ones wasting their money on those government tests.”

“Then, what’re you gonna do after senior year?”

“Moving.” they said, “To Canada.”

“That’s so far away.” I muttered.

“I was actually thinking- you’d come with me.” they looked at me, hope in their eyes.

My free hand gripped my skirt. I couldn’t meet their gaze, when I was being honest about this.

“I-I have to go back to The Bahamas, and do my BGCSEs.” I looked out the window, wanting to concentrate on something else. “A-and go to COB.”

Shu put their hand on mine, “You don’t have to.”

“I have to. My parents been savin’ up an’ I gotta get a good job.” I said, slipping back into our broken English.

“You don’t have to.” they repeated.

“I just told you-”

Shu seized my other hand, causing the slushie to fall and spill on the car floor. They gripped my wrists, and pulled me into their lap. Their hands slid down my wrists, my shoulders, and stopped at my back; they hugged me.

“You can stay here- with me.” their voice deepened, and their accent distorted. “You can stay here, and we will love you.”

“Shu, you’re scaring me a little could you-”

“Let me have this, God, let me have this.” they raised their voice. “Let me have you.”

“SHU!” I yelled with assertiveness this time, “Let me go.”

“Does the chain we gifted you mean nothing? Why go back to the man you call ‘Daddy’, rather than stay with someone who cares for you?” their voice dripped Slavic blood. The hands around me now felt calloused. “I cannot lose another one again.”

Well, my best friend, unstable and most likely armed, was rambling about treating me better than my actual father would. What do you do in that situation?

I pulled my hand out of the hug’s grip, and smacked them.

They released me, and I fell back on the car seat.

Shu stared at me, one eye red, the other still brown- but dead. I had left a big red stamp on their cheek after the impact.

Then, we hit a streetlight.

—

11:58 pm

When I composed myself, the car was now leaning on one side. There was some glass lodged into the radio and my leg. I gasped at the sight of my wounded limb, but I was relieved that I didn’t fly through the window.

Shu layed limp on the car floor, tucked in an uncomfortable position. Glass, beer and slushie mixed into their greasy hair. I did not check their vitals, I did want to touch anyone or be touched right now.

I unlocked my door and fell onto the road, into the winter air. My teeth chattered as I discarded my parka to slip completely out of the car. I stood on my good leg, and began limping away.

“Kase.” a voice came from behind me. “Kase, dear, wait.”

I kept limping.

“Please. We’re sorry I scared you. I am sorry for coming off so strongly.” they began sobbing between words. “I’m sorry, don’t leave Shu alone.”

I finally turned around to face the human being behind me.

“WHAT ARE YOU?! What happen’ to the Shu who run around in the forest, caught frogs, and gave me little gremlin trinkets?!” I screamed.

The thing said nothing.

“WHO EVEN ARE YOU?!”

I turned and began limping away even faster.

“She is still here.” it said,”She just grew up.”

I froze and stooped down. I tore off one of my boots.

“If THIS is what growing up, an’ being cool an’ hot means to you- I WAN’ NO PART OF IT!” I began sobbing myself, blurring my vision. My words were littered with broken English.

I threw my shoe at it, and it landed at its feet. I huffed and began limping away once more, promising myself not to turn around again. I pushed up my glasses and wiped away tears as I stepped onto the sidewalk.

“You forgot your coat! You’ll get sick.” it yelled trying to call my attention.

“Keep it! AND KEEP SHU TOO!” I shouted, “YOU WIN! YOU’VE GOT YOUR PRIZE! You- you don’t need anything more.”

I walked around the block out of view, and in the distance, I heard fireworks shriek and explode into the sky.

—

12:55 am

I dragged myself into the kitchen and took out some alcohol and bandages. I propped my leg on a stool, and got to work.

—

1:35 am

I had used eight bandages on my cuts. I took out a Cadbury chocolate bar, bit a large chunk out, and headed off to bed.

#tw swearing #tw blood #christine au #tw alcohol

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