#our first lift will be closer to 10am

[richo1915]

This is the same design and type of blade and tail frame that killed that young lad in Victoria.

Taking the clamp out of the transport frame, the clamp got caught and the whole lot rolled over and then fell on him.

[oh-puffle-cakes19]

My beloved

Pairing - Tom Holland x reader

Summary - You and Tom getting married. What happens at your wedding, day and night.

Warnings - Smut 18+ (Praise kink, sex, unprotected but the reader is on birth control)

A/N - Requested by Anonymous, I hope you like it! Thank you to all the love and support on previous posts! Please requested because they are open, see my navigation post for more details!

word count - 1.8k

Roses bloom as the sun set shines on the little island in Greece, you curled up into Tom’s chest. You knew you should really be sleeping separately but you can’t resist the temptation.

Barely opening your eyes, you shift in your slumber sending Tom body to wake up a bit. “Good morning, My love,” he mumbles, eyes still closed as he brings you closer. You are a wake but only a tiny bit, not really knowing what was going on but enough to hear.

“Good morning, Tommy,” Tom puts the cover higher over you back, which your grateful for knowing he always knew when you shiver. You fall asleep again, last thing you felt was Tom’s lips against your forehead.

Tom wakes up first this time, more refresh than waking up in ungodly hours of the morning. Looking over to see the time is 10am, “Shit,” He whispers, he turns to head to his sleeping Angel.

“Baby, you need to wake up,” Tom gently, whispers tapping you. You shift the other way, “why, so early?” You mumble, tired. “You booked our ceremony to be early, remember?” He chuckles, “But in all honesty we need to get ready.”

“Yeah,” you turn to face him again, Tom planting sweet kisses to your skin. You giggle as he peppers them all over you, “Al- Alright, Alright I’m up, I’m up, just pls stop,” you giggle harder, you stand up making your way to the bathroom.

Tom just watching your beautiful ass walk to the bathroom. When your out with your body cleaned and teeth brush, Tom goes get ready himself. You throw on some clothes, ready to go to breakfast.

Now waiting for Tom, you sit on your phone looking at the send messages.

Your mum: you up? It’s the big day, my y/n/n is getting married

You: Yh, Tom and me just heading down for breakfast

Your friend: can’t wait to send you off with your beloved today, better come for break 😏

You: your too cheeky even for me sometimes and I am I’m waiting for My beloved 😎

Your friend: ofc bestie

You roll your eyes, laughing seeing Tom ready to go. You head out the hotel room down to breakfast.

🧋

“You look stunning, Dear!” Yours and Tom mum says, smiling. “Thanks, I feel it too!” You nod. “I just know that Tom is so lucky, you make the perfect couple.” Nikki smiles, “Thank, Nikki means a lot.” You hug her, then your mum.

Siblings will be siblings, your little sister trying to trip you up for no reason in your wedding gown. “Yh, really funny rug rat,” you laugh as you look like your going to chase her. She runs away, going down the hall to Tom. You shook your head, your little brother being by his side too. Your friend laughs at you, “what are you looking at?” You tease, “my beautiful, bestie!” She smirks running back to the room.

🧋

Tom ties his tie up completely his tux suit, looking real handsome in the mirror. His brothers smiling at how happy they are for him, and of course you too! They see your sister come flying in the room, as your brother giggles hugging her. She makes grabby hands to Tom thou.

“Little rug rat, what have you been up to?” Tom asks, as he lifts her up. She giggles more, “Nothing, you gonna marry sister,” She nods to him. “Yes, Y/N pretty isn’t she? Just like your so adorable pumpkin.”

“Yh, Tommy,” your sister gets down to play chase your brother. “You look good man,” Harry says, sam and paddy agreeing. “Thanks, You look all good too maybe even for once better than me.” Tom teases, Sam and paddy laugh.

Tom dad walks in congratulating him, like his brothers. Tom nods, as your brother wants attention from him. “Hey, little man. You good?” He asks, “Yh, your good too.” He giggles, coping his soon to be uncles. “Let’s, go to my wedding with your sister,” Tom chuckles, taking his hand going outside.

🧋

You walking down the isle graceful as a princess to your Prince. Your maids, one of them being your friend lifting up your dress so you don’t trip up on it. Your dad let’s go of your arm for you to stand next to Tom.

Tom takes your hands into his, the priest begins to say his speech.

Tom and you exchange vows to one another.

“The day I met you, I always knew that I wanted you to be mine. Your so beautiful in the way no one can describe, your talents are amazing. I know that I have so many good adventures with you and over time even more.” Tom speaks, with confidence in his words.

“Your like a good poem that is calming, always knows how to take care of me. Your handsome and how you balance different things with life, your personality is great. I couldn’t ask for anything better than I got with you because what we have is incredible.” You smile, talking proudly of Tom.

You exchange rings, feeling his fingers take yours is heavenly. Trying not to cry right there and then.

“Do you Thomas Stanley Holland take (your full name) to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love hold and live with her in sickness and health.”

“I do,” Tom smiles

“Do you (your full name) take Thomas Stanley Holland to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love hold and live with him in sickness and health.”

“I do,” you smile

“I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride,” The priest and everyone claps as Tom takes you into his arms.

He gives you a sweet kiss on the lips, everyone watching how adorable you are together.

🧋

The after party was quite something, fun and laughter all around. Everyone coming who didn’t make it for the ceremony congratulating you has been lovely.

“May I take this dance with you, my beautiful wife,” You turn around taking Tom’s hand.

“You may, my husband,” giggling as you go into the middle of the dance floor.

You and Tom slow dancing to really beautiful song, Everyone stops to watch you have your moment. Tom twirling you around like your an actual princess, makes you laugh.

After Everyone claps, you and Tom going to get get changed and then food.

“You eating cake? Before your sandwich,” you question Tom as you eat your own food. Tom got caught red handed, “Yh, don’t tell my mother,” Tom jokes. you shake your head, “your unbelievable,”

Tom puts his plate down, takes your plate down too. He cups your cheek, “your the real unbelievable one Darling, your so beautiful wowing everyone of your beauty!” Tom kisses your lips passionately, “I love you so much, Mrs.Holland.”

“You are charming,” you giggle, kissing him back. “Mmm, I love you so much too, Mr.Holland,” you giggle, picking up your plate again.

“Even graceful when you eat,” Tom flirts, you push him back a bit and he chuckles more.

🧋

“Have fun, with your beloved,” your friend winks at you, laughing. “Yh, I will.” You smirk back.

You say your last goodbyes to your family as you go up to your hotel room for the night. Tom taking your hand to walk to your room, when everyone was out of sight. You did not except Tom to lift you up bridal style, carrying you.

“Oh, fuck Tom you could of warned me,” you giggle, loving the feel of his hands. “Yh but what’s the fun in that?” He smirks, kissing your forehead.

He opens the door with his key card with you still in his arms, “Impressive,” you remark, giggling. “Well when you play Nathan Drake you get use to doing shit like that,” he placed you down gently.

“Can you help me get my dress off?” You ask, stroking his arm. “Gladly, love” you stand up for Tom to unzip you.

🧋

Your breath hitches as you can feel his hands unzip you. You turn around to let your dress drop, Tom smirking at the sight of you.

“Beautiful as always,” he whispers, attacking your neck and lips. You let out a moan, “Tommy, I can’t wait anymore.”

“Me neither, love. You looked so gorgeous I can’t contain myself,” you smile, as his hands roam against your body.

Tom getting undressed, as you take the rest of your clothes off. You straddle him on the bed, “Has your cock been Hard for me Tommy?” You smirk, as you press your hips against him.

“Fuck, yes Darling.” He groans, flipping you around. You gasp, “Don’t think in your in control princess!” He kisses your neck, sending butterflies to your stomach.

“Mmm, what was that. Sweetheart?”

“Your fingers, fuck and your cock!” You moan out, “beg baby, let me hear you.” Tom grinds himself on you, loving seeing you so desperate for his touch.

“Your cock Tommy, want it in my pretty Pussy,” you begged, kissing his lips. “Good girl,” He puts in the tip, slowly pushing it in your wet, hot core. “Yes, pls move Tommy.” You roll your eyes back as the pleasure of his cock inside you takes over.

“Fuck, Baby your so gorgeous with taking my cock!” Tom praises, moving his hips faster and so deep into your hips. You can feel like Dick throbbing inside you as he moves in and out, pushing really fucking hard.

“Tommy, feels so fucking good,” you whine, gripping hold of his curly locks. “You feel so good too, Darling.” He grunts, as he fucks you harder. “What me too fuck your behind baby girl?” Tom questions, kissing you. “Fuck yes,” You nod, quickly.

Tom flips you around with his strong, muscular arms, your now on your stomach. He brings you closer to his hips, as his cock slips into your hole again. “Fuck me faster Tommy,” you moan, unholy sounds coming out of your mouth.

“Yes, Baby you like that?” Tom grunts as he fucks you even faster, slapping your ass with his Large, sexy hands. “Fuck, yes I fucking love it!” You scream, “Tommy, my pussy clenching around you!!” Tom moans at your sounds, “Feels, Feels so Fucking Good,” you shout.

Tom grips on your waist as he fucks your deeper, with his long, Hard cock. “Fuck, are you close Sweetheart?” He softly, asked. “Yes, so close,” you moan. “Cum for me, Darling,” you let out a scream of his name as you release your high into pure pleasure.

“So fucking, beautiful My love,” Tom Moans out, as he came into you. “You wasn’t to bad yourself,” you giggle turning around, you pulled him in for a hug. “Let’s get you cleaned,” Tom lifts you up to go to the bathroom. You smile as he is always so caring after sex.

Your in the bath together, just relaxed and calm as you talk to each other.

“Was it a good day?” Tom asked, kissing you smiling. “Yes, it was!” You smile, kissing him back.

“Love you so much, Darling,” Tom snuggled his head in between your shoulder.

“Love you so much too, Tommy,” you stroke his curly, brown locks.

[angelicmark]

a montage of love (m) | preview

part of the ‘almost’ collaboration hosted by @hyucksie​

pairing: jaemin x reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut, neighbors!au

warnings: explicit sex, unhappy ending, swearing

wc: ???

summary: Love was not the first thing to grace your mind when you met the man who moved into the apartment across from yours. Jaemin knows he can’t stay long, but you don’t. Creating long-lasting memories with someone who isn’t long-lasting is painful.

release date: February 3rd, 2021, 10AM KST

“should you be leaving soon? it’s almost midnight.” you chuckle again when you see the surprise on his face, eyes going wide as he quickly starts to gather his stuff.

“shit,” renjun mumbles, slipping his jacket over his shoulders and fumbling with his shoes as they slid on, “it’s that late already? what the fuck..”

you get up from your seat, making way to the front door to help renjun out. he gives you a bright smile as you open the door for him, “text me when you get back safe.” you say to him, watching as he walks out.

when he doesn’t respond back immediately, you almost tell him he’s being rude for not responding back, before you finally look over and notice a male trying to unlock his door across from your apartment. you frown, unaware of him moving in until now. you were guessing he was new, as that apartment hadn’t been rented out in months. renjun looks at you with an arched eyebrow, and you roll your eyes before shrugging your shoulders silently.

you mouth ‘i don’t know’ before looking back at the boy with bright blonde hair. you hear the small curse fall from his lips as he continues to struggle with the key. you giggle, looking back at renjun for a minute.

“i’ll see you later, renjun.” you wave him off, before grabbing your own key on your key hanger by your door so you don’t get locked out of your own apartment from trying to help someone else get into theirs. renjun just gives you a nod and a smile and a thumbs up. you scowl at him and he laughs, the sound echoing as he finally leaves to the elevators.

“need help?” you tilt your head as you stand in your doorway, not fully leaving your apartment without the approval of help.

the male jumps, giving you a look of surprise as his eyes go wide, and he looks at you for a few seconds. in those few seconds, you have time to admire him. he was quite handsome, and you definitely haven’t seen him before. you would remember him if you have. his nose was a perfect button nose, his lips slightly chapped but still perfectly shaped, his eyes round and a pretty brown shade, his eyebrows full. he was quite the looker.

the blonde sighs, “is it that obvious?” he speaks, his voice a lot deeper than you imagined. it was gravely and attractive.

you laugh lightly, “maybe a bit.” you finally step out of your apartment, and you notice the shock on his face, “i have my keys, don’t worry.”

he nods his head, “sorry, i’m new here.”

you shake your head, stepping beside him and holding your hand out for his key, “don’t be. i had a hard time with the locks here too when i first moved in. it took me awhile to perfect it, they can be a bit stubborn.”

he hands you the key, taking trust in you as your kind eyes glimmer under the soft light of the hallway, “thanks. i really couldn’t figure it out.”

you wave him off, shaking your head again as you stick the key in, before lifting it up and twisting, “the key is to lightly lift it up, sometimes they don’t align right. it’s a weird lock.” he watches as you unlock his door easily, not opening the door for his own privacy. you take the key out and slip it back in his hand with a smile, “there you go. if you ever need help again, just knock.”

the man nods his head, about to head inside before stopping himself and looking at you. you’re about to ask him what’s wrong, before he beats you to it. “what’s your name? so i know who i’m talking to?”

you smile at him, “y/n.”

he nods his head, “jaemin.”

you hold your hand out for him, giving him another warm smile, “nice to meet you, jaemin.” he grasps his hand in yours, and his grip is more firm than yours but his hands are quite soft to the touch. you falter a bit, feeling how soft his hand is and how his eyes scan your features with a glint you can’t quite pinpoint.

“nice to meet you, y/n.” your name sounded pretty coming out of his mouth, and he felt the same way about you saying his name. he was oddly attracted to you and your friendly nature, but he remained cautious. he was unsure if you were dating the man who left your apartment just minutes ago, so he kept his distance. jaemin smiles at you, and you realize he has perfect teeth as well. you want to curse at him for being so damn pretty, but you remain silent as you smile back gingerly.

“i’ll see you around, since you’re literally living across from me,” you let go of his hand and chuckle a bit.

he laughs back, his smile brightening up the whole damn room, “definitely.” he nods, giving you another polite smile before entering his apartment as you go to unlock yours.

when you finally make it inside your own apartment, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. since when did your complex start having hot guys living across from you? the last person to live across from you was an old lady and her cat. she was nice, but ended up living in a nursing home and moving out. the apartment had been empty for months after that, so this was quite the surprise. especially with it being someone as attractive as jaemin.

you run your hands over your face as you sigh again, very slowly releasing air from your lungs. “what the fuck..” you whisper to yourself, going to your room to change and get ready for bed. you jump as you slip your shirt over your head after completely changing, hearing your phone ring. you knew it was renjun, smiling to yourself as you pick up the phone and sit on your bed.

“i’m home, dork,” he drags out the last syllable of his sentence, and you scoff at him.

“thanks for letting me know,” you say, holding the phone against your ear as you hear the laugh renjun lets out on the other line.

“who was the dude across from you?” he asks, curiosity lacing his voice.

“someone really, really hot.” you gush, and you hear another booming laugh from renjun.

“wait, really?? do you know him?” renjun seems invested now, a smile being heard from his tone.

you roll your eye, “i don’t. he just told me his name before we parted ways after i helped with unlocking his door.”

“what’s his name?” he quickly asks, and you can already imagine him teasing you for having a hot guy living across from you.

“why should i tell you? you’re just going to tease me.” you fire back at him, a pout on your face.

renjun chuckles, “for knowing his name? c’mon, just tell me. i’m your best friend, remember? we tell each other everything, and it’s just his name, dude.”

you pause, “jaemin. his name is jaemin.”

“oooh,” you can hearing the taunting tone in his voice, making you scoff again and scowl.

“i wish you could see the distate on my face right now.”

“i can hear it, babe.” renjun grins, knowing you can’t see it but also knowing you can hear it.

you shift in your seat, making a fake hurling noise, “gross, don’t ever call me that.”

“whatever, i need to go to bed now. just wanted to know what was up with the dude across from you,” renjun states. “you should get some rest, too.” he quickly adds.

you smile, “aww, is renjun worried?” you coo at him, and you can already see the roll of his eyes and the scowl on his face.

“shut up, go to bed.” he snarls, “i am worried when our time together gets snatched away when you have a messed up sleep schedule. who else am i supposed to bother?”

“umm, hyuck?” you say like it’s obvious, making a face that you knew he couldn’t see.

“he actually annoys me, you don’t.” you’re about to counterattack his statement, but he doesn’t let you. “goodnight, go to sleep.”

you laugh, deciding to let it go, “goodnight, renjun.”

he hangs up, making you smile to yourself as you place your phone back down on your nightstand. you stretch your limbs, hearing a couple bones crack in the process before laying down. your eyes fall heavy within seconds, slipping easily into sleep as your mind becomes fuzzed by the man living across from you.

you were almost certain the two of you would end up talking more, and the thought excited you.

you hoped to become closer to jaemin.

a/n: super excited :] thank you for having me on the collab :p

[hubbytaeil]

request: mark lee smut please :3

a/n: thank you for your request! I think I got a little bit carried away… I’m sorry if it’s too long and not that good :(

Genre: summer camp!au, smut

Characters: Mark Lee x Female Reader ft. Johnny, Jaehyun, Lucas, Sicheng

Word count: 3051

Summary: Mark Lee may be terrible at basketball but he sure compensates in other departments.

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As much as you denied it, you loved summer camp, you adored sleeping in a bungalow with your friends, sitting around a bonfire while playing random songs on your ukulele and swimming in the lake nearby. More than anything, you loved how many sports you were able to play. Every summer the campers would be divided in two teams and they would have to compete against each other in various matches. This year you were part of the team called Tigers and you couldn’t wait for the competition to start.

“Are you ready for the first match of the summer?!” one of the camp counsellors shouted into a megaphone while everyone was still having breakfast. All the campers responded with loud cheers. “Enjoy the rest of your breakfast, I’ll see you all at the basketball court at 10AM. But first… can I hear some cheers for the Tigers?!”. Your team started clapping their hands, slamming their fists on the table and you chanted with a few other girls the teams name. “Can I hear the Dragons now?!”. The opposing team did the exact same thing, some members even stood up throwing their hands in the air. To be precise, there were three guys who were giving it their all to cheer. The shorter one of the three who were standing up shouted “Dragons rule!” while pointing at your table. You looked at him and rolled your eyes in the most visible way possible so that he could see. He was clearly irritated by your reaction but you couldn’t care less and turned back around

“I think you pissed off Mark Lee, y/n. He’s staring, like, really hard”. “Who?” you answered unbothered, although you were tempted to turn around and a look for yourself. Your friend Lily explained that this was his first time at this camp and that he had a bit of a reputation back in his hometown. “A reputation for what?” you asked with your eyes never leaving your bowl. “A reputation for being so hot!” she responded excited and the other girls in your team giggled. “You guys have terrible taste, let me tell you.” You pointed out while smirking. “Look who’s talking! Also, have you seen his friends? The one on the right is called Jaehyun and I think the other one is called Johnny. Damn… I’d climb that like a tree.” “Lily! What the fuck!” you almost shouted while laughing. “Oh God, they’re all staring at you now. Quick don’t turn- wait I said don’t turn around, y/n!”. You ignored Lily’s words as you shot a deadly stare at the guys but they continued untroubled. The one whose name was Johnny leaned over to Mark to whisper something in his ear and he laughed in response, without taking his eyes off of you. This whole situation was getting on your nerves; you wished you could’ve smacked that little smirk off his face. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Are you practicing your sad face for when we’re going to kick your ass?” Mark exclaimed while fist bumping Jaehyun. You grinned mockingly at that remark. “You’ve got a lot of confidence for such a short guy, are you sure you can play darling?”. Mark’s friends started laughing at your comeback and hit his arm. “I like her.” Said Johnny in between laughs and Mark glared at his friend, hurt in his pride. Then he turned to you and mouthed “See you on the court.” You couldn’t be bothered with giving him an answer.

The boys’ teams were first up in the line-up. When the Dragons arrived on the court you and other team mates started booing. Mark met your gaze and threw a middle finger up in your direction. In response, you decided to throw him off so you put your hand on your lips and blew him a kiss. Mark was clearly taken back and his cheeks turned bright red. You laughed and shouted “Loser!”. Soon after your team joined the court and you stood up clapping enthusiastically while rooting for your friends. “Go Lucas! Show them how it’s done!” you exclaimed as loud as you could. Your friend Lucas in response pointed at you and winked, which made the crowd howl. “Wow, are we in High School Musical or something?” said Lily while clinging on your arm. “Did you…?” “Lily, doesn’t your mind get tired from thinking about sex so much?” “I’m just asking! I mean he’s hot, who wouldn’t try to get with him?” “Right.” You smirked while thoughts of the night before started invading your mind. Hot, sweaty bodies pressing against each other as the moonlight reflects softly on the water. Whispers, low grunts and inaudible swears filling the air around you. Big hands kneading your ass and your palms pressed on Lucas’ muscular chest. Your cheeks burned as you started to picture those moments, you looked down and then back at Lucas as he was getting ready. He smiled at you and you reciprocated. Lily was quick to notice. “Wait… no way! You go girl!” she wasn’t exactly subtle and you blocked your hand on her mouth but people were already staring, even Mark whose eyes would go back and forth between you and Lucas. Then he turned to Johnny and said something to him while holding his fists. Almost immediately, Johnny started walking in your direction as Mark protested and Jaehyun held him in his place.

“Y/n!” shouted Johnny to get your attention. “What do you want?” you answered with a poisonous tone from the bleachers. “Me and the boys want to make a bet.” You cracked a fake smile at the proposal, but surprisingly you were in interested in what they had thought of. “If we win, you and Mark are going on a canoe ride together tonight.” All the campers knew what taking the canoes at night meant, it was everyone’s excuse to go fool around in peace. You looked at Mark as he avoided your gaze, clearly embarrassed. “Did anyone ever tell you that you’re the worst wingman ever, dude?” you said while crossing your arms in front of you. “What? Too scared to say yes?” you didn’t want to appear weak so you accepted. “I mean, our team is going to win anyway, so saying yes won’t hurt. On two conditions.” “What is it?” asked Johnny. You beat around the bush for a few moments as you watched Mark’s reaction at every single words you said. You couldn’t explain how pleased you were while seeing him struggle. “Both the boys and the girls’ team have to win. If only one of them wins, the bet is off. And If we win both times, you are going with Lily on the canoe.” Lily widened her eyes in surprise. Johnny gave her a bright smile in response “Deal!” and then walked back to his team as soon as he heard the whistle. “Y/n… we have to beat them. We must” exclaimed your friend. You just laughed, confident in your team’s skills. You saw Lucas in the corner of your eye with an angry expression on his face. Trying not to let anyone around you notice, you pointed at him and then pointed at your pouting lips. He couldn’t stay mad at you for long and your cute expression only gave him more motivation to win.

As expected, Lucas was a great player; there wasn’t a time where he would be caught slipping, his eyes were always on the ball and his movements were swift and neat. Although the opposing team had very competent players like Jaehyun, who would give them a hard time, Lucas would never miss a hoop. As the referee’s whistle marked the Tigers’ victory, everyone stood up and clapped. Lucas came running straight to you and you climbed down the bleachers to meet him halfway and congratulate him. “You were fantastic- Lucas!” out of the blue he lifted you from the ground and held you in a tight hug. “I’m sorry, I’m all sweaty.” You felt him pout in the crook of your neck. “It doesn’t matter.” You replied while putting your arms around him lovingly. All the others members of the team started making fun of you with all sorts of jokes and you were starting to get embarrassed. “Please, put me down now.” You said with a shy smile on your face. “Just one moment.” Said Lucas as he started spinning around with you still attached to his neck, making you dizzy and causing just louder noises from the others. “C’mon Lucas, she has to play, put her down!” said Sicheng, trying to cool down the situation. After he finally put you down and got his lips closer to your ear making you shiver. “Now go win so you can get out of that stupid bet.” You moved away to meet his gaze. “You know I always come in first.” You replied with a smirk. “Oh, I know” chuckled Lucas while pinching your hip playfully.

The girls’ teams match was just as upbeat and exciting, if not more. From time to time while playing, you could see Mark in the corner of your eye as he scratched his knee nervously. You felt uneasy at how many times you had made eye contact during the entire match. There you were, in a pool of sweat in your basketball shorts and a crop-top, unaware of your charms in that moment. Unaware of Mark’s deepest thoughts as he watched your glistening body bounce at every jump. As you shot the last lay-up, you heard a whistle. “The Tigers are our winners today!”. You turned to Lily and started jumping in excitement. Soon you were all cheering in a circle as you rejoiced in your victory. You caught a glimpse at the losers and you nodded your head to make them come closer. Mark was the only one that stayed in his place. You held out both your hands to Jaehyun and Johnny. “Good game.” You exclaimed with a smile. Both guys shook your hands while smirking. “Also, you’d better get your canoe ready, big guy. My friend Lily is not a cheap date.” You winked at him and then turned to a rather embarassed Lily.

As the sun was setting, everyone was busy setting up the tables for dinner. Lucas was helping you put on a tablecloth, never taking his eyes off of you. “What?” you said playfully. “You look great in that skirt.” He mouthed so he could not be heard. After you finished, he put his arm around you and kissed you softly on the cheek as you two sat down with your friends. Once again, you were drawn to Mark who was standing in the corner of the main room silently. He noticed your gaze and quickly avoided it. You kind of felt bad, after hurting his ego all day long. All of a sudden, the camp counsellor entered to make an announcement. Two people were going to collect some extra firewood for the bonfire that night. The groans and complains of the campers didn’t move the old man at all. “Okay, let’s see whose turn is it… Mark and y/n’s turn!”. Took by surprise, your jaw dropped. He was the last person you wanted to be alone with and you were sure that the feeling was mutual. You felt Lucas’ arm twitch around from jealousy but you put your hand on his leg to reassure him. “I don’t like him. Not even a bit.” “I don’t either.” You weren’t sure if you truly believed those words or you just wanted please Lucas.

Twenty minutes had probably passed after you had left the main room. As you and Mark were walking through the woods in complete silence - you wondered if you had ever felt so awkward in your whole life. But you also felt pity for him, this guy had been the target of all the jokes for the entire day, not only by the opposing team but also his friends. “Mark…” you uttered hesitantly, which caused him to look at you while he was holding a bunch of wood pieces. “I’m sorry about today.” “For what? It’s not your fault if Johnny’s an asshole and never thinks before opening his mouth.” You noticed his muscles tightening around the logs revealing two strong biceps you hadn’t noticed before. “But what does it matter to you anyway? You’ve got your pretty little boyfriend waiting for you, am I right?” “He’s not my boyfriend.” Mark shot his eyes at you with a relieved expression. “You know what? I think you’re jealous.” you fired back. “N-no, I’m not jealous! What the fuck.” “You seemed like you were this morning.” You raised your eyebrow at him. He froze and the spot but soon after a grin appeared on his face. “Oh, you thought I was jealous? No sweetie, I was just thinking about how that guy’s so tall that he can’t fuck you right.” Mark’s dirty words caught you off guard and as much as you tried to feel disgusted, you were undeniably turned on by his boldness. “You’ve been talking such a big game all day, but I bet you’re all talk and no actions.” You pointed out while biting your lips unconsciously. Mark did not talk back, he just threw all the logs to the ground, grabbed your face fiercely with both of his hands as he started kissing you roughly. You cursed yourself at how easily you had given in to the kiss. Your mouths were clashing against each other, both of you fighting to assert dominance, resulting in even sloppier kisses that only made you feel wetter than you already were. He grabbed your ass as he pushed you against him and you inevitably felt his boner against your denim skirt, which made you moan against his mouth. Then he started attacking your neck as you began grinding your core against his to get some sort of relief. “Want my cock that bad, uh?” “Yes, too bad there’s an asshole attached to it.” You said in between moans while grabbing his length over his jeans. He grunted at your remark but completely forgot his anger as you jerked him off painfully slow. While your hand worked on his member, he slipped a hand under your skirt, making you squirm. After a few minutes you moved him away, causing Mark to frown. “Get on the ground.” You ordered. “What?! No way, what if I don’t want to?” then you got closer to his face “Either you get on the ground right now, or you don’t get to fuck me.” You replied with devilish look, as if some sort of sex demon had possessed you on the spot. And Mark loved that. He followed your orders with no more complains. You got on top of him, pushed up your skirt and removed your soaking panties, revealing yourself in all your glory as Mark licked his lips. As you adjusted yourself on him, he grabbed your breasts eagerly and was caught by surprise when he realised that you were not wearing a bra. You smirked at his incredulous face and you slowly guided his own hands on your bosom. The sight of you grinding so hungrily on him as you threw your head back lost in your own pleasure, had Mark feeling light-headed. You, on the other hand, were no different. Letting Mark get his way with you in the middle of that forest did something to you, you couldn’t put it into words. You forgot about everything, about that stupid basketball game, about dinner, the logs, about Lucas. Every thought was washed away by Mark’s sweet moans as he kissed your nipples over your shirt. Completely out of patience you unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants finally freeing his cock. “Come here.” Grunted Mark while grabbing you by the hips. You looked into each other’s eyes as he entered your wet entrance. You mouth released a silent moan as you held on to his shoulders for balance. His cock felt so good inside you, all you could do was moan and sigh desperately. “Damn, you’re loud, baby.” Mark managed to exclaim. You grabbed his jaw with one hand as you kept fucking yourself on him “Shut up and fuck me right like you said you would.” Your words made Mark’s eyes turn dark. He grabbed your hips once again and fully lay down as he pounded into you way harder than before, making you see stars. You tried to hold back your moans by forcing your hand on your lips, fearing someone might hear you, but Mark wasn’t helping. “I wish I could’ve done this during the game, when you were wearing those basketball shorts. God, you looked so fucking hot. I could’ve just fucked you in the middle of the court- oh, God.” His words made you clench around him resulting in him losing his ability to form any sentences.”S-so that’s w-why you were s-staring? Because y-you wanted- oh God!” your words were cut off as he started playing with your clit. You were both so needy for each other, so eager as you chased your highs. You pushed your head in the crook of his neck, getting lost in his scent as he hit your sweet spot repeatedly. “P-please, m-make me come.” That was last sentence you were able to utter. He nodded as he kissed your lips. “I’ll make you come so hard, don’t worry.” All it took you were a few more moments and soon after you felt an explosive orgasm taking over both you. You grasped a fist of Mark’s hair as you rode out your high. Then you pushed yourself off of him and lay on the ground next to him. Pants filled the air as they became one with the chirping of birds. You turned your head to face Mark only to find out that his eyes were already on you. You blushed. “Oh so, just a few moments ago you were ordering me to fuck you and now you’re blushing? I don’t get you at all.” He chuckled and the sound of his laugh made your heart flatter. “But that’s why I like you.” You looked at him and smiled. You shifted to your side and put your hand on his as you pressed your lips on the corner of his mouth. “We should do this more often.”

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Prompt 9: Friable

“Dia, could I ask you a favor?”

“When have I ever said ‘no’ to you, Tataru?”

“Fair point”, Tataru replied as she placed her hand in her pocket and revealed a small crystal trinket in her palm, shaped like a sun, about an ilm tall. “I need to leave for a bit, but I don’t want to leave this alone, nor would I care to lose it because it fell out of my pocket. Could I trouble you to hold onto it for me?”

“This is the least troublesome thing I’ve been asked to do in a long time. Of course I’ll take care of it for you.” Dia took the sun-shaped trinket with her finger and thumb and lifted it close to her face for a better look.

“Thank you, Dia! I owe you for this!” Tataru waved at her and sauntered out of the Rising Stones, leaving Dia to marvel at the inanimate object for a while before placing it within her inventory.

“You know, you ought to learn to say ‘no’ sometimes”, a gruff voice commented aloud. Estinien sat at the table in front of Tataru’s desk, giving a wry smile. “And what’s that supposed to mean, Wyrmblood?”

“Means you run yourself ragged for them already. When do you put your foot down?”

“You don’t say ‘no’ to Tataru Taru.” She sat down across from him. “It’s one of the unwritten rules of the Scions. You’ll get used to it soon enough.”

“Why is that an unwritten rule?”

“Consider it like this; Tataru has watched her friends be murdered and kidnapped before her very eyes and nearly died herself, she was forced into exile alongside Alphinaud and I after that godsforsaken banquet, and she helped me fight a giant turtle man in Hell’s Lid. All this, she’s done and kept the Scions afloat, which was rather difficult when the majority of us were across the rift in the First. None of us would be here without her keeping all the things that would distract us from our duty away from us. If she needs something, I’m damn well doing it.”

Estinien wore a perplexed look on his face. “There’s a couple of scenarios in there that I’ll need you to explain.”

“All in good time. The point is, never say ‘no’ to Tataru, ever. She’s done and seen too much. She can have anything she wants.”

“You can’t always say ‘yes’ to people, or they’ll expect further agreement from you.”

“Good? That means they trust you.”

“That means they think you’re a doormat.”

Dia scoffed at the notion. “This is also my place of employment. What about when you were ordered to do something as a Temple knight? You couldn’t have been able to say ‘no’ to your commanding officer.”

“The Scions are not a military, as I recall. At any rate, are you implying the coinkeeper is your commanding officer?”

“As good as, if not better. Have you ever tried saying ‘no’ to her?”

“I have said no to her.”

An evil curl of her lip began to form into a half-smirk. “And weren’t you chased around Kugane for your efforts?” Estinien darted his eyes away with a scowl. “And then ended up saying ‘yes’ to taking down Black Rose facilities anyways…and then to becoming a Scion?” Estinien growled under his breath. Dia leaned back in her chair and pretended to hold a book. “Or was that in your day planner?” She started a pale imitation of the man. “10am: Brooding. 11am: Jump a million malms in the air. 12pm: Destroy any Black Rose facilities I see. 1pm: Become a Scion of the Seventh Dawn.”

“Don’t you have a crystal to watch?!” he retorted.

“I do, yes”, she reached into her inventory and opened her palm in front of him, “and I’m doing it well, see?”

There was a moment of silence, then the dragoon said, “That’s not the crystal” with a small bit of pleasure in his voice. She popped a very quizzical look and checked what was in her hand herself. A small sapphire charm was staring back at her.

“Shite! I was going to give this to Aymeric last night, and I forgot!” She stared into her inventory with no small amount of desperation. “Well, where in hells is the crystal, then?”

“Don’t ask me. You’re the one who agreed to keep watch of it.”

She sifled through her bag frantically. “I couldn’t have lost it; I was sitting here the whole time!”

“Ah, Dia, Estinien, how are you faring?” G’raha greeted cheerfully, as she continued to search through her possessions while Estinien reveled in his schadenfreude.

A few footsteps later, a shattering sound rang the loudest that any crystal could ever make.

Dia’s eyes widened. She slowly stood up from her chair, took a few very slow steps, and delivered to G’raha a look that could strike fear into the heart of Halone. “G’raha Tia”, she rumbled in a very low voice, “Move your foot.”

G’raha slowly moved his head downward to look at his feet, then slowly returned it to meekly gaze into her fearsome visage. “I’m afraid to”, he replied quietly.

Her voice started to raise slightly. “Move your foot, or I’m moving you!” He almost hopped away, and unveiled the result of her carelessness- the shattered remains of Tataru’s sun-shaped crystal. She gathered as much as she could and dashed back to the table with G’raha.

“You were a crystal once! Do something!”

G’raha stammered, unsure how to reply to a comment like that. “I-I-I can’t! I don’t know what it looked like!”

“Do I have to draw you a picture?! It looked like the sun!” She brought her face closer to his. “You don’t understand. Tataru had me keep watch of it.”

G’raha’s eyes widened and he gave a grimace. “She’ll kill you.”

“Me? Oh, hells no. Us. If I’m going down, I’m taking you with me, crystal boy!”

He gulped loudly. “All right, maybe this isn’t so bad. Maybe this is still fixable.” The two of them used their magic to lift up the shards, and start solving the puzzle. Behind them, Estinien stood and laughed under his breath. The distracting dragoon caused her to lose her focus, the shards dropping back on the table. She swung around and barked, “If you’re just gonna sit there and snicker at us, then bugger off.”

“This is too delicious to turn away.”

Dia groaned. “All right, look, I’m sorry I teased you earlier, okay? But when Tataru asks me to do something, I do it, and not because I’m a doormat! It’s because she’s been the one good constant in my life, and she’s stood by me from the very beginning. She’s my friend, and I’d do anything for her because I think she deserves so much more than I could ever give, and now I’m pissed because I couldn’t even do this for her!”

She turned around and finished with, “So you’ll forgive me if I’m not in the mood.”

The two arcanists started their puzzle once again as Estinien slowly walked away from the duo.

“So that’s how you feel about our receptionist?” asked G’raha.

She let out a sharp, quick breath through her nose. “Tataru’s not just a receptionist to me. A normal receptionist would have quit the Scions the moment we were implicated in the Sultana’s murder. A normal receptionist wouldn’t have been secretly learning arcanima in her spare time and use it to help me fight. A normal receptionist wouldn’t have helped nurse the Scions as they laid there unconscious, and fret over whether they’ll ever wake up.” The last struck a pang of guilt in the Mi’qote’s heart. “A normal receptionist doesn’t casually learn airship engineering and build a new one from scratch!” She let out a light laugh after that one.

“She’s as much a Scion as the rest of us.” Dia went quiet for a moment as she started to fit some of the last few pieces together. “She’s the best of us, really.” G’raha gave a empathetic smile. “Have you ever told her this?”

She hesitated, then responded, “…no, not really. At least, not aloud.”

“I think she’d appreciate it if she heard it from you”, suggested G’raha, “It’s good to extend appreciation to those who work so hard for us, especially if it’s as passionate as yours. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you express emotions like that before.”

“Ha, Aymeric can attest to how hard it is for me to express my feelings. If anything, I should be more willing- at least these feelings are completely platonic.” G’raha gave a light chuckle.

The pieces of the puzzle had finally linked together and the sun shined back at the arcanists…

…except for one shard that made an obvious hole in the bottom.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me”, Dia complained. The two stared back at the scene of the crime in hopes of seeing it glimmer behind them. “All right, help me look for that last part.”

“Right.” The two took one step before they heard the sound of latches from the front door.

“I’m back!” Tataru announced gleefully. The two quickly spun around to look at her as she walked back with boxes in her hands. “I was picking up supplies from House Fortemps. Dia, can I have the you-know-what back?”

The two averted their gaze towards anything else and started sputtering, trying to figure out just what to tell the lalafell.

“Uh…” Dia started.

“Well, see…”, said G’raha.

“The thing is…”

The door to Dawn’s Respite had opened and closed and from the doorway. a gruff voice spoke out. “It’s my fault, I’m afraid.” The dragoon stepped out to stand beside Dia. “She handed it to me because I wanted to see it. Stupidly, I dropped it, and well…” Estinien turned around and saw the unfinished result on the table behind them. He gently picked it up and showed Tataru. “You can see what happened. These two came together to repair it.” Tataru took the stone from Estinien and gave it a good look.

“Hm, overall, a very good repair job”, remarked the receptionist nonchalantly, “Though I didn’t take you for one with butterfingers, Estinien.”

She moved to her desk to give it a better look under the lamp. “I’ll need to remedy this missing chunk here, of course.” Tataru noticed a glint of light from the corner of her eye and found the missing piece of the sun. “Ah, there it is!” She hopped off of her chair and picked it up from the floor before hopping back onto it. Gently, she picked up the trinket, and easily fit the last piece into the hole.

“There we go!” She held out the sun in front of G’raha and requested, “G’raha, you were a crystal once. Do you think you could bind this last piece for me?���

His ears drooped. “Why is everyone calling me that?” He obeyed and repaired the last piece of it to make the sun whole once again.

“Yay!” cheered Tataru, “Thank you, both of you. You two are far better at reparations than I am.”

“Than you?” repeated Dia curiously.

“Oh, of course. I’ve repaired this thing about five or six times myself. This is the best it’s looked in a while.”

G’raha and Dia shot their gazes to each other, completely bewildered, while Estinien smacked his head into his hand and shook his head, muttering the word, “Idiots.”

“Well, Tataru, if I may”, G’raha spoke up, “What exactly was it meant for?”

Tataru stayed silent for a moment, then finally sighed and said, “Oh, I might as well. I practically gave it to you anyway.” She took out a long gold chain and a display case the same shape as the sun trinket. “The plan is to encase it in this, a much sturdier glass, and attach it to the chain to create a charm necklace for Dia’s nameday. I trust Dia, so I asked her, and I hoped that maybe she’d forget about it by the time I would give it to her.”

Dia’s mouth went agape. “What?”

“It’s true!” Tataru jumped off the chair one more and walked in front of Dia. “You do so much for us. You’re always going in harm’s way for everybody, and I feel like you get so little for it. Sure, you get a bed, some gil and recognition, but that can’t be the only thing you should get from this. I don’t get to do much for you, and frankly, I don’t think I’ll ever have a proper gift to thank you, but at the very least, I want you to feel special on your nameday.”

Dia was tearing up. She couldn’t resist going down to her knees and wrapping Tataru in a proper hug. “I couldn’t ask you to do any more! You’re the best of the Scions!”

“Oh, Dia, I’m not a Scion!” Tataru exclaimed as she returned the hug, tearing up herself.

“Oh yes you are! You’ve been through too much with us. You’re a better Scion than I am. I’ve barely come by here since I moved into Borel Manor, and you’ve been working yourself to the bone here.” She unwrapped herself from Tataru and stood back up. “I can’t ever thank you enough for everything you’ve done, Tataru Taru, for going through so much with us. I owe you the best gift I could ever give you on your own nameday!” Tataru’s smile wavered, and she wiped away her tears with her sleeve.

“I’m going to find my goldsmith’s set, and I’m going to finish this for you, Dia Sito!” she announced through the lump in her throat, and ran back to the solar to look in storage for her kit.

Estinien gave his usual smile that was barely a smile, and G’raha told her, “Now you see what I mean?” She gave a smile of her own. “I do. There’s only one thing.”

“What’s that?”

She lowered her voice and near whispered. “When the hells is Tataru’s nameday?” G’raha pursed his lips while Estinien quickly removed himself from the situation by retreating back into Dawn’s Respite.

“Let’s find her calendar”, suggested G’raha.

[firemblem-fics]

Running With the Wolves [1]

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-> Yuri Leclarc x Fem!Reader

-> Modern!Au | Gang!Au | Enemies to Lovers

-> Word Count: ~3.3k

-> Warnings: Violence, Blood, Cursing, Weapons

-> Summary: You were just a normal college student, trying to find her way in a new place. You didn’t mean to get caught up in the wrong crowd. You just wanted coffee, but now you’re running with the wolves.

-> A/N: SURPRISE I POSTED IT EARLY ! thanks to my lovely beta readers for helping me revise and edit this chapter to make it better! i’m still in a writing mental block but i think this is one step closer to getting out of it! so, please enjoy (again)! also, all characters are aged up (21+)! also y’all should reblog this so it gets out more 🥺

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"Fuck- She's losing too much blood, Boss, she's not gonna make it!"

"No, no. She's going to make it- I'll make sure of it. Stay alive!"

Your vision was dark and blurry- you couldn't quite see anything. You could only make out a few silhouettes hovering above you, each one rushing around and yelling frantically. You couldn't count how many were there. Your vision kept doubling and it was hard to discern one person from three. Focusing just caused things to get worse.

"Someone put pressure on the damn wound! She certainly won't make it if you all keep messing around."

It was only now that you noticed a sharp pain radiating from your chest, right below your ribs. You gasped loudly and coughed. It hurt worse than the throbbing that already coursed through your head. Your body burned.

Trying to look down, you saw a rag soaked in blood. Hands with bright nails pressed down on your wound to slow the flow, but it didn't seem to be helping. You started feeling dizzy and laid back again, clenching your eyes tight as nausea engulfed you.

"No, keep your eyes open, Y/N, dammit! Wake up!"

Slowly, the pain began fading, as did your view of the people above you and their voices. You could still barely hear the voice crying, sobbing out your name. Whoever they were, they were crushed.

"Wake up!"

Was that voice finally fading away too?

"Wake up!"

No- it was getting louder.

"Wake up!"

"Ellie, what the fuck do you want?" You groaned, rolling over on your bed.

Your roommate bounced on her knees, making your bed creak loudly. "What do you mean? It's like 10am, your class is at 11. Don’t talk to me with that tone of voice."

"Fuck me."

"Absolutely not, baby." Ellie smacked a pillow beside you and got up. "Get ready!" She went to her own room, leaving you to your own devices.

When you applied for an apartment roommate, Ellie was certainly not the one you were expecting. You would've preferred a chill, laid-back, person. Instead, Eleonora Yumizuru walked into your life (and apartment) and practically made herself at home. She didn't judge you from transferring so far away from your old home for your last year of college, claiming that "home roots don't mean shit when it comes to making it in the real world".

She had the right to say such a thing, having moved to Fodlan from another country in her youth. She was able to understand the occasional homesickness and help you cope as you adjusted to Fodlan life. She understood you like the back of her hand from the moment you met and you did the same for her.

Really, you had to let her move in. She’d probably have stayed even if you rejected her.

She was the complete opposite of what you were looking for- overconfident, stubborn, loud- but she grew on you and easily became your best friend. There was just something about the bubbly, blue-eyed, blonde-bobbed bitch that hooked you.

She had certainly hooked other people as well, but thank God her bedroom is on the other side of the apartment. Her social skills and magnetic personality worked for platonic friends and acquaintances as well. Ellie was constantly bringing over friends, allowing you to expand your own circle. She was heaven-sent for a newbie like you.

You sat up from your bed, yawning and stretching. Trudging to your bathroom, you rolled your eyes as the infamous Taylor Swift blared through Ellie's speakers, "Shake it Off" shaking the entire apartment. Nothing against T. Swift, but sometimes she was not the first thing you want to hear when you wake up. At least not at max volume. Ignoring the song switching to "You Belong With Me" -another banger from Swift herself, but really "Teardrops on My Guitar” was your favorite- you finished getting ready and lazed into Ellie's room.

"I've got class 'till late today." You sat on her bed. "Do you want me to pick up dinner? It’ll let me explore the area."

"Oh, please do. You need to get out more. But where?"

You shrugged. "There's really only like two good food places here. Golden Pizza and Blue Lion Buffet. Your choice."

Ellie thought for a moment. "I went to the buffet with my little friend Touma the other day... so pizza! I just can't choose a side in their little spat."

"Spat?" You tilted your head.

"Goodness, Y/N! I know you're a little new here, but you haven't even heard of the shit that goes on between those restaurant owners?"

Shaking your head, you stayed silent for her to continue.

"The owners of Blue Lion Buffet, Eagle's Freezery, and Golden Pizza are all huge rivals. I heard they were all close, but went their separate ways. All the owners' kids are our age, too. They go to Fodlan Uni, but I don't know who they are." She smiled. "I am an esteemed woman with an upcoming high status. Who would I be to take sides? I prefer to cater to them all."

You could only nod, hiding a smirk at Ellie’s infatuation of fame. A huge restaurant rivalry. How funny. "What about that little cafe on the corner? What's it called? Café des Loups?"

"They're pretty neutral, just some college dropouts trying to make some money. I think they’re gonna get involved eventually- every restaurant’s been dragged into their drama at least once."

You nodded, standing up and messing with your apartment keys. "I'll keep that in mind. Bye, Ellie!"

"Bye! I better see some pizza later!" She called as you made your way out of the apartment, now playing "I Knew You Were Trouble".

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College was honestly a scam.

You sat in the classes for two hours at a time, for what? You were paying thousands of dollars to be talked at by old dusty men who made you fall asleep faster than trying to read their overpriced textbooks. You paid thousands to nap at a desk.

Unfortunately for you, though, your thousand dollar desk nap was interrupted by a tapping on the surface. You huffed and looked up, coming face to face with a pair of soft, orange eyes. They radiated kindness and just looking into them seemed to lift your mood immediately.

"Hey, you need to wake up for this part. The professor said there's gonna be a quiz on this section tomorrow."

You shot up, looking back at your professor. Blushing embarrassedly, you smiled at the boy. "Thank you..."

"Ferdinand." He drew his bottom lip in between his teeth, as if to conceal his smile, before giving up and returning yours just as brightly.

As you faced forward to Professor Hanneman, as you were pretty sure his name was- or was it Ham Man? You didn’t care enough to know- you were now struggling with two distractions. One, the weight of your eyelids as they threatened to pull you back into dreamland. Two, Ferdinand.

You kept glancing at him, taking in his complexion. He must have come to class late, since you didn't see him before. Or maybe he was on time- you did fall asleep quite early into the lecture.

You were eyeing his carefully sculpted jawline, dotted with subtle stubble that connected to sideburns and led up to clean, silky, orange hair. You wished to run your fingers through it-

"Y/N, this is the second time I've seen you not paying attention." You jumped nearly three feet in the air. "Next time, I'll have to ask you to leave my class since you are obviously taking it as a joke."

"I-I'm not joking! Sorry!" You stuttered, finally finding a reason to keep your attention on the lecture. You did look away once, just to glare at Ferdinand, who only winked and chuckled at your misfortune.

Class was eventually over and you sighed, finally loosening up from forcing yourself to pay attention. You packed your notebook and laptop and swung your backpack on, getting ready to leave the room before a voice called to you.

You turned back. "Ferdinand?"

"I was simply wondering where your next class was. I can walk you to it, if you'd like." Said boy walked quickly towards you, holding himself with a nearly-perfect posture. You felt anxious- he was trying to make himself seem like a gentleman, but you still felt a little unnerved.

"Oh, um, sure! It's not for another fifteen minutes, but it is across campus."

Ferdinand's grin seemed to get larger, making his eyes crinkle at the edges. "How wonderful! That little café is down there and I've been meaning to check it out anyways. It works out perfectly."

"Uh, yeah." You laughed nervously. This was the first time a boy had taken interest in you- or was he really interested? Maybe he's just being nice-

"Also, before I forget. May I get your number? I'd like to talk to such a gorgeous woman like you a little more."

Oh, he was so interested. You had to make yourself breathe again as you handed him your phone to let him put his number in. He gave it back to you and you noticed a heart and a smiley face emoticon next to his contact name. Your heart fluttered at the sight of the emojis and you felt your cheeks heat up a bit. Ferdinand gave you a sweet smile before holding the door open for you, letting you lead the way to your next class.

On the way to the building, Ferdinand spent the time asking you questions and getting to know you better. He had scratched basically the entire surface of you, save for the secrets that new people shouldn't know, and the same could be said for you. Ferdinand was definitely a polished and refined man. He made quite the impression on you.

"What are you doing after classes?" You asked, hoping to invite him for pizza at your apartment.

"Ah, I've got work!" He smiled sheepishly. He definitely caught onto your hopes...

"Really? Where? Maybe after, you could stop by for some Golden Pizza-"

"Actually, I work at the Eagles Freezery." He was tense, suddenly. "So I really shouldn't. Rivalry and all of that, you know?"

You were a little confused, actually. "Why would that prevent you from hanging out for a bit? You didn't buy it, I did. Plus I thought the rivalry was only between the buffet and the pizza place?”

"It's- it's a loyalty thing. It’s between all three of us.”

"It's a restaurant. How loyal could you possibly be to a dumb little ice cream parlor-"

"It's more than that!" Ferdinand snapped his mouth closed, suddenly making himself quiet after his angry outburst. "Listen, I cannot and will not eat there, look at it, talk about it, or do literally anything about it. Please, just understand that."

"Uh, yeah." You nervously readjusted your backpack on your shoulder. "I- I should get to class now. I'll see you later, Ferdinand."

"Goodbye, I'll message you after work!" With that, he sent you a wink and a smile and turned, going about his own day with the most carefree pep in his step. As if nothing ever happened. You, on the other hand, could not have been more confused. Ferdinand seemed unpredictable when it came to his moods. He was comforting and kind, yet was so… upset when you insulted the parlor. It was a restaurant. Why did he get so worked up about it? Maybe Ellie was right about it being such a big deal.

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“I just ordered! Go, go, I’m starving!”

Not even five minutes after you got out of your last class, Ellie was calling to remind you about dinner. You were still slightly unnerved from your encounter with Ferdinand, but you agreed to pick it up and would never hear the end of it if you didn’t do something as simple as takeout.

Golden Pizza was only about two blocks away and you stayed on the phone with your roommate the entire time, only saying goodbye as you walked in the establishment. The restaurant was very nice, the honey yellow walls and the glow of the wood-fired oven making the ambience warm and welcoming. You didn’t wait long in the line, soon coming up to meet a boy about your age with a glimmering emerald gaze and a smile just as bright at the front counter.

“Hi!” The boy- Claude, according to his nametag- greeted, “How can I help you?”

“I’m just picking up an order for Eleonora Yumizuru.”

Claude nodded and typed a few things into a computer at the counter. “I know Ellie! She and I had Stats together before she dropped out to pursue her acting career. She’s certainly something.”

“Oh, definitely. I’m her roommate.” Speaking of the devil, your phone vibrated in your pocket. It was a message from her. “She actually just messaged me. Wants me to bring her a dumb little lemonade from that cafe.”

Claude laughed, “You can go and get it now, if you’d like. Your pizza will be a few more minutes. Ellie set the time for your pickup for later, so you’re actually ten minutes early.”

You thanked him and left, walking to the cafe. You took your time, observing the shops around you. Across the street from Golden Pizza stood the Blue Lion Buffet. You smiled to yourself- what a cliche to have rivals across from each other. Beside the pizza parlor was another food shop, the Eagles Freezery. You thought about Ferdinand- he said he was working today. Maybe you could drop by and- No. No, Y/N. Go get your lemonade and go.

A soft bell chimed as you opened the door. You saw four people in cafe uniforms, going about their day as you approached the register.

“Welcome to our humble abode!”

“Constance, that’s only used for a home.”

You shyly waved at the so-called Constance and the pink-haired girl who corrected her. Cafe des Loups- or Cafe of Wolves- was a quaint place, quiet and not crowded, kind of like an off-brand Starbucks. Dim lights adorned the high black ceiling, illuminating the shop just enough for a comforting ambience. There was a mural of a rainforest painted on the wall to the opposite of the counter with comfortable tables and lounging areas. If you could, you’d probably waste the day away lounging around. It was the perfect environment for an introvert like you.

At this shop, a large dark-haired man controlled the register instead of Claude. As you approached the register, you noticed that he wasn’t wearing a nametag, but you had a small urge to call him Bigfoot.

“Hey! What can I get ‘cha?”

You scoured the menu. “Just two pink lemonades is fine-”

“Oh! Good choice!” Constance interrupted you, coming to stand beside the man. “Yuri-bird over there makes the best sweet lemonades!”

You followed her gaze over to a man who was sitting on a stool, slouched down and leaning his head on his hand. He stretched and stood up. “Thank God, we haven’t had many customers all day. I was starting to think we lost our appeal.”

“Of course we have not!” Constance replied. She turned to you, but you couldn’t tell whether she was still talking to Yuri or you. Maybe it was neither. “Not when someone as handsome as Yuri is making the drinks and my attractive self is greeting the customers!”

“Hey! I’m just as much of a visual as the boss-man.” The taller man joined in after taking your money. “We’re all pretty nice looking. Especially this little lady ordering~”

You blushed a bit. “Oh, please, I’m nothing special-”

“Nothing special?” Constance laid her hand against her chest. “You’re wonderful! Almost on the same level as me. Isn’t that right, Yuri-birdie?”

Yuri looked up from making your drinks, his analytical eyes seemingly boring holes into you. You shuddered, feeling like he could tell your deepest and darkest secrets from just looking at you. He shrugged, going back to the lemonades.

“She’s alright, I suppose.”

“You suppose? Yuri, that’s rude-”

Hapi was midway through lecturing the purple-haired man when the door to the shop chimed open and a rather large group came in. Yuri looked up and suddenly stood alert, as did the other three workers. In the group, you saw a familiar head of orange hair and orange eyes met yours. Your face screwed up into confusion.

“Ferdinand?”

“Don’t say anything.” The leader of the group, a short, white-haired girl snarled. “Are you a new… worker here?”

“Wh- you just told me not to say anything.”

Slowly, Yuri and the other three came up beside you, standing slightly in front. Your heart nearly stopped- you were in the middle of something you definitely weren’t supposed to be in and your sass had gotten on their bad side already. The white-haired girl scrutinized the five of you, her lavender eyes piercing holes through whatever facade of confidence you had tried to put up. You could feel yourself literally wither under her gaze, even more than you did when Yuri looked at you.

“What do you want, Edelgard?” Yuri put his hands on his hip, one fiddling with something under his shirt.

“I want your loyalty.”

Yuri snorted. “You aren’t in charge.”

“I’m not? Hm. Tell that to my father after he stepped down. I’m the leader now- the emperor, if you will.” Edelgard sighed heavily. “I have no time for more conversation if you won’t comply. Hubert, deal with them.”

The terrifying man who you assumed was Hubert suddenly reached in his coat and pulled out a handgun, aiming it at the five of you. Yuri quickly retaliated and pulled one of his own, throwing it at Constance before grabbing your wrist and running to the back. A loud gunshot rang through the air as you and Yuri continued to run. You both dodged around coffee shop equipment and he dragged you through a labyrinth that they considered the back of the store.

As you were running, Yuri pulled you to a sharp right turn and your arm scraped against a metal machine in your way. You hissed in pain and looked down at it, seeing a large wound going down your shoulder to your elbow. It was starting to bleed rather quickly, but you had no time to worry about it. You’d have time to tend to it if you survived.

“What’s happening?”

“No time to explain. Quick, hide!”

Yuri pushed you against the wall in between two larger cabinets and stood in front, grabbing yet another gun from his other hip. He cocked it, listening for the ruckus of the fight in the main room to make its way towards your location. You were shaking like a leaf, grabbing tightly onto your wounded arm and smearing blood all over your fingers and your clothes. You breathed heavily, trying to calm yourself at least a little- was this why Ferdinand had been so defensive over the Eagles Freezery? What kind of restaurant rivalry would constitute attempted murder? And wasn’t this cafe uninvolved anyways? You didn't have time to ponder any more questions as a loud crash echoed through the room. Yuri lifted his gun and began to speak lowly, not taking his eyes off of the door.

“When I say run, go out the back door and get in the black car back there. Don’t go home- one of them will find you.”

A gunshot rang through the air and Constance, Balthus, and Hapi burst through the doors, running towards you all. Yuri turned to you as the three of them caught up to him, pulling out their own weapons again as Edelgard began yelling.

“Run!”

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It was you

a/n: LOLOL did a something something with this piece. if you don’t like Camila or whatever it is you should turn around and walk away. 

summary: Y/N and Shawn? Childhood best friends, once upon a time high school sweethearts. Shawn and Camila? an unbreakable couple. what happens when Shawn pulls the trigger and comes running back to her?

The small get together back home in Pickering was what Y/N had expected - a couple of friends in the backyard of her childhood home, huddled around a bonfire surrounded by way too many beer bottles that it almost looked dangerous. Everyone was finally back in town together and they wanted to reminisce the old times, as well as get to know one another’s partners. Well at least that was what Shawn described it to be when he suggested it. Truth is, it was just an excuse to see how Y/N was doing and to see if she’s moved on. The pair dated for three years before Shawn let his suppressed feelings about Camila run wild in his third album. He played the songs for Y/N to hear for the first time back in 2017, and that was the day that she realised she wasn’t his muse anymore. The breakup was calm, both of them knew what was coming and they agreed to remain as friends for the sake of their childhood friend group, and for the sake of Y/N’s friendship with Camila. Shawn moved on quick, jumping straight into Camila’s arms and everything went on high speed from then on. His relationship was very public, the paparazzi catching on to their every move while Y/N stayed in the dark. She was well known in the same industry, producing top quality music for some artists. There had been rumours of her being in a relationship, but Y/N kept quiet about them. 

Shawn never reached out even when these unwanted rumours came rolling out, fearing that he would upset her. He realised much later in his relationship with Camila, that some people were just meant to stay friends no matter the amount of attraction going on between them. He could only think about her, and he wanted to confirm if these rumours were true, wanted to see if he still had her heart like she held his and this was the right time for it. Unfortunately for him though, Y/N didn’t bring her new boyfriend home. He was stuck in a meeting somewhere in New York but his lack of appearance just led Shawn to think she was still single, still trying to move on. And in his defence, she never mentioned a boyfriend either so it wasn’t wrong to assume that she didn’t have one. So now here they were, the group sprawled on the outdoor seating every member growing even more tipsy as the minutes passed by them.

“Remember when he cycled all the way down the street and tried to do a ridiculous trick on his bike and fell straight on his face!” The group was sent into a hysterical laughter, recalling some of their early childhood memories.

“Oh come on, I was only ten! Give me a break already” Brian whined while the rest of the crew were crying in laughter. She caught Shawn staring, probably for the tenth time in the last hour, quickly looking away each time Y/N caught him.

“I’m gonna go get us some more chips and drinks” she declared.

“I’ll come help” Shawn shot Y/N a smile as he followed behind her into the kitchen. Nobody didn’t notice anything between them though, everyone was too caught up in the stories they missed about each other. They both worked in silence, pouring snacks into the empty bowls and fishing out beverages from the well stocked fridge. She was pouring nachos into a bowl when she felt Shawn hover behind her, his fingers tracing her arm. This sent shockwaves through her system making her hair stand. It’s been a while since she’s felt him this close to her and her heart fluttered, cheeks flushed all the way up to her ears. Y/N swore that if it wasn’t because of the danger signs flashing in her brain, she would’ve spun around and kissed him right there and then. Instead, she slid out of his grasp to the left of the kitchen counter, turning around to face Shawn.

“What are you doing?” he heard him sigh, watching as he ran his fingers through his hair for the thousandth time. She knew exactly what he wanted, but she couldn’t give her time to him knowing what the consequences were.

“I’m not Mila, Shawn.” She let her heart imagine that he was way too tipsy, or maybe even drunk so he didn’t know what he was doing. She gathered the snacks, leaving him behind in the kitchen. Y/N was one of Camila’s close friends and Shawn’s best friend, so hurting her feelings was just not in the agenda, especially not here when she wasn’t with Shawn. They both went back to the group, their absence not felt by the rest as they slid back in without much notice. The rest of the night went on pretty quickly, a few friends having one too many drinks and leaving to go home, until it was just Y/N, Brian and Shawn left. They were helping to clean up, clearing the beer bottles for recycling, throwing out the trash. And just as Y/N was putting out the bonfire, another pair of hands came in to help her with the bucket of water.

“I need to talk to you. Meet me tomorrow? our usual spot” she knew she couldn’t say no, and Shawn knew it too. Telling Y/N that he needed to talk to her was his triumph card, and the last card in his deck if he was going to be honest. So she agreed, 10AM at their usual haunt.

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The familiar bells to the Lakeside Cafe rung as she swung the door open, the pure aroma of coffees and teas putting a smile to her face. She was greeted by the staff who have seen her daily since her return, gesturing to the booth before she could even order a drink. And there he was, black beanie covering his hair, hands wrapped around his mug as he tapped his foot anxiously.

“Hey” Y/N, slid into the booth, removing her thick jacket and scarf.

“Hey, uh I got you your usual. Well as far as I remembered this was your usual a year ago” Shawn was nervous, the Vanilla Latte steaming in front of Y/N’s face. her smile faltered just a little as she wrapped her hands around the warm mug. Y/N stopped drinking coffee after the break up, claimed it spiked her anxiety which was only half true; but she decided Shawn didn’t need to know that.

"yeah, thanks Shawn. what did you want to talk about?" her eyes met his, and there was something that was lingering between them that she couldn't put her finger on.

"I-uh, I just wanted to see how you were doing" and tell you how much I missed you.

"I'm doing just fine, Shawn. I've moved on if that's what you wanted to hear.” As if on cue, the cafe doors opened and a dashing young man dressed in a button up white shirt and navy dress pants sauntered in. His eyes scanned the cafe until it landed on Y/N and their eyes met. A wide smile grew on her face, the one smile that used to light up Shawn’s world. Y/N slipped out of the booth, taking wide steps towards the young man. They were engulfed in each others arms within seconds, him lifting her off the ground a little to pull her closer. Shawn winced visibly as he saw her in another man’s arms, the happiness practically radiating off of her.

“What are you doing here?” She asked as the young man put her back down on her feet.

“Well, I finished my meetings early so I thought I would fly down to see my girl” She cupped his face, peppering kisses on his lips. Shawn had to shut his eyes for a moment, the image displayed in front of him too much for his brain to comprehend. Y/N brought the young man back to the booth with her, her hands intertwined tightly with his.

“Shawn, this is Michael. Michael, this is Shawn, one of my childhood best friends” The boys exchanged greetings, and Y/N could tell that Shawn plastered a fake smile on his face the entire time.

“So what were you guys talking about?” Mike asked innocently, the smile on his face so genuine that Shawn didn’t even have a reason to be mean. He could tell this man loved her, the way he protectively had his arms around her waist and how she cuddled into his embrace.

“Oh it was nothing, just catching up on the little things”

Thankfully, the conversation was cut short when Mike received a phone call from work. He excused himself from the table, leaving Y/N behind with Shawn. The air was awkward, picking up from where they’d left off before Mike’s grand entrance wasn’t ideal and Shawn knew better than to pick on Y/N’s new love life. Shawn being Shawn though, he did it anyway.

“He seems nice” It put a smile on her face. Y/N knew Mike was nice, more than that in fact, he was the most perfect thing ever since Shawn. He helped her move on, picked up all her pieces and slowly glued her back together. He was her saving grace.

“He is the best thing that’s happened to me” She smiled at Mike who was standing outside of the cafe. She thought about the nights after the breakup where he’d let her lay in his lap and they sat in silence. How he would shuttle between the east coast and west coast just so he could be with her as much as possible. She brought herself back to reality when she remembered why she was in the cafe in the first place.

“What did you want to tell me again?”

“I just wanted to tell you that uh-“ he sighed, “I broke up with Camila”

“You what?” Y/N couldn’t believe her ears. Not only because she was one of Camila’s close friends, but because Shawn had broken up with her. He initiated the breakup. She couldn’t piece together the story, everything was a blur for her in that moment. Y/N knew that Shawn and Camila were the couple that all their friends were banking on getting married and making music till they were old and grey. Heck, she was so happy for the both of them when they got together. She saw past all the shitty break up and emotions she went through with Shawn and she was genuinely excited for his relationship to prosper. Now he was broken up with her?

“I broke up-“

“No no no, you think twice before you say that!” She raised her voice slightly, getting the attention of the people around them. Shawn pulled her arms closer to him in an attempt to calm her down.

“Y/N-“

“You loved her and she loved you! Dude, you guys each have an album about the other! What are you think-“

“And I love you! I have a song about you!” Shawn matched her volume, leaning towards her in the booth. Y/N shook her head, pulling her arms out of his grasp. She grabbed her jacket and scarf, slinging her bag across her shoulders.

“Where are you going?” Shawn grabbed her arm, squeezing a little too tight.

“Somewhere, anywhere but here”

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Love Shot

CHAPTER 4

Pairing: Exo x Reader

Rating: Drama, Angst, Smut, Fluff

WARNINGS: Language, Eventual Violence, Lots of Smut Later on

Chapters | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |

The light shining through the dark curtains made my nose scrunch as I became very self aware as to how thirsty I had become. Without a second thought, I reached my arm out, trying to find my bedside table only to be trapped by arms around my waist. Just then everything came back. The ball, the drinking, Jongin… My body seemed to react to the thought of Jongin breathing heavily against me as I turned my head to see if it was really him lying attached to my body. It was. 

My cheeks flushed at the sight of him lying there bare chested. I'm bare chested. The motion of me pulling the covers up over my chest and moving my head to look back around the room to see my dress entangled with his pants must have woken him up. His arms tightened around me making me realize both of our entire bodies were naked. And now once again pressed together. 

The motion of him pulling me closer into his chest made me realize how sore I had become. The muscles on the insides of my thighs ached, probably from the orgasms. My face got hot, I couldn't believe I orgasmed like that. It's never happened before so for it to happen twice in one night… I had to stop thinking about it. 

I tried not to relax as Jongin snuggled up behind me, his nose buried in my hair and his arms wrapped tightly around me. It was too much. I worked for these people. Last night was supposed to be business and instead… Instead I ended up fucking the one person who scared me the most. But it was so good. 

I cleared my throat, I needed to get out of there and thankfully Jongin had taken the hint. He loosened his grip on me before propping himself on one elbow allowing me to sit straight up. I could feel him smirking at me, and when he pressed his lips against my back I couldn't move off the bed fast enough, taking the blanket with me. 

The sight of his naked body made me blush and look away. I didn't think that through. He laid there waiting for me to say something, a child-like grin plastered across his face as he found entertainment in me trying to avoid all eye contact with his… you know. 

“I really,” I stopped to clear my throat again. “I really should get going.” I said, hugging the blanket tighter to my chest. 

I watched him with wide eyes as he nodded and stood from the bed, his naked body walking awfully close to mine. I watched him disappear into his closet. I stared at the dress on the floor waiting for him to return. It would look so bad if I put that dress on in the middle of the morning. Jongin returned, calling my name softly before tossing me a large shirt to dress in. I gave him a small smile. He seemed to be thinking the same thing. Although coming home at 10am in a mans shirt might as well say the same thing. 

I didn't fight it though. In fact I slipped into his shirt faster than I should have. The sound of him chuckling as he slipped his own joggers on made me blush. I couldn't believe how weird this was. 

“Want me to call you a cab?” He asked, walking back over to me, only stopping to lift my dress from the floor. I nodded. “I'll have this dry cleaned and sent back to you so you don't have to carry it.” He added. 

I took a deep breath. That was nice. He was a lot more considerate than I thought he would be. I mean, he made sure I came first. Stop. I can't think about that anymore, and I sure as hell can't do it again. I began to walk out of his bedroom door, my smaller items clenched tightly in my hand. I was surprised when he grabbed my arm and pulled me back, and even more surprised when his lips pressed to mine. 

I melted. His kiss was so electric and exciting I couldn't help the way my body relaxed as he held me tightly. But i couldn't. I can't do this to myself. 

“Thanks.” I whispered, awkwardly clearing my throat and looking at the floor after stopping him. “Um, that cab?”

He nodded again, that same goofy smile plastered on his face as he walked around me to lead the way down the stairs. As we walked I quickly stepped into my underwear. I tried to follow him as quietly as possible, but there was going to be no way to get around the voices that laughed in the living room. I stopped, half thinking about just going back upstairs and hiding until I die, but I needed to leave. 

I tried to get out of there without being noticed. The last thing I wanted to do was be seen by Junmyeon and Baekhyun. I could see the front door. It was a straight shot from the bottom of the stairs and if I ran I could probably make it out without anyone seeing me. Jongin had another idea though. 

Three stairs left and he let out a loud ‘Hey Guys!’ Before turning and hooking his hands behind my knees, causing me to fall over his shoulder. I gasped loudly, not expecting the sudden noise and contact. 

“Look what I caught.” Jongin said in a sing-song voice as he walked further from the front door and into the living room where everyone sat. 

He put me down as soon as he had everyone's attention, but the blood that had rushed to my face due to the embarrassment of knowing that they had been looking at my bare ass was too much for me to handle. Before they could even say anything I bowed my head slightly before turning on my heel and walked quickly out the door. 

I was pissed. So angry. I couldn't believe that he would put me on the spot like that, it didn't matter if he felt he was being funny. I stewed the entire ride home and when the large black car finally rolled to a stop I jumped out before the driver could open my door. 

I couldn't stop thinking about the occurrences of the night before. I couldn't help but be mad at Jongin and embarrassed at the fact that I let myself get too far. But even though my thoughts were full of embarrassment and self hatred I couldn't get myself to agree that I regretted sleeping with Jongin. I stood there against my railing that night, my throw blanket once again wrapped around my shoulders and a warm cup of tea in my hands thinking about Jongin’s lips and the way he looked as he held my legs open. 

I woke up the next morning feeling better than I did the previous day. I decided before I had fallen asleep that I needed to take responsibility and push out these paintings as fast as I could while still doing them well. Just in case they decided to fire me. I wouldn't blame them if they did though. I would fire me too. I was surprised at how easily my inspiration came to me. The cool tones and soft floral patterns I created engulfed me. So much so I didn't even stop to eat.

The sun had already started to go down when my stomach gave its first loud grumble. I could feel how hungry I was but I really wanted to ignore it. There was just too much to do. But the time the third and fourth gumble happened though I couldn't put it off much longer. 

I wiped my paint covered hands down my front and sighed, walking over to where my phone was charging. Deciding what it was I wanted I punched in my pass code, ignoring all the emails and text messages from Mino that had been sent to me during the day when the sound of my door opening rang. 

“I'm sorry but I'm closed!” I called, locking my phone before turning. The sound of someone chuckling making my eyebrows furrow. 

I turned to see three of them. Junmyeon, Baekhyun, and Jongin, who was holding a brown sack that filled the room with the smell of something spicy. 

“I passed by earlier and on my way back I noticed you hadn't moved so I figured you were getting hungry.” Jongin said, his voice nicer than it had been the past few times we had spoken.

My cheeks flushed at the nice gesture. I never expected he would do something so nice. I tried to say no though. Seeing the three of them made my stomach turn in embarrassment but they weren't having any of my protests. Baekhyun and Jongin made themselves comfortable on the floor as Junmyeon helped himself to four water bottles that were in the mini fridge still. I had no choice but to sit with them.

To say it was awkward was an understatement. As I sat there watching Junmyeon now pass out plastic containers full of food he and the other boys kept making eye contact, obviously trying to hide the smirks that were plastered all over their faces. I thanked him quietly as he passed me mine and settled back to eat it in silence.

“So, Y/n, did you have fun last night?” Baekhyun asked, mischief filling his eyes. I nodded slowly. 

“You know If you continued to dance with me I think you would have had a lot more fun.” Junmyeon said in between bites. My eyes went wide. I didn't know what to say. 

“Oh yeah, you two looked like you were having fun dancing. Not as much fun as when you were dancing with Chanyeol though.” Baekhyun added. 

“Chanyeol is funny.” I said softly, pushing the pieces of beef around my plate.

“Did you not have fun dancing with me?” Jongin added, causing wide smiles to hit Baekhyun and Junmyeon’s face. 

“I had fun.” I said again, trying to be as vague as I possibly could.

“Well I know for a fact I’m more fun in bed so you should have danced with me.” Baekhyun said. 

The feeling of water coming out of my nose as I choked made my head spin, but the boys didn't seem to notice. 

“I don't know, she really seemed to be enjoying herself last night, isn't that right?” Jongin teased, bumping my arm with his elbow. I looked at him with wide eyes. 

“We know. We heard.” Junmyeon said in a teasing voice.

“What I would give to hear those moans in person.” Baekhyun teased, his eyes playful. 

I had no idea how to react to them. I couldn't tell if they were serious or just messing around because I hooked up with one of their friends. All of my fears from the day before came flooding back. I was frozen. I didn't bother to say anything else for the rest of the time they were there. I deserved their teasing and I would endure it if it meant they didn't fire me.

To say I was relieved when they all stood to throw their trash away was an understatement. I couldn't wait for them to leave and end the torture. As soon as both Junmyeon and Baekhyun’s backs were turned towards us Jongin leaned in, his lips once again so close to my skin.

“I can sneak away if you want to have another sleepover?” He said softly. I couldn't read him. It seemed like he was serious. Like wasn't just saying that to poke fun at me again. I advertend my eyes and shook my head. There's no way I could do this again.

I bit my lip and looked back to him. I was confused. He was beautiful and it did feel nice to lay with him yesterday morning despite my mild panic. I shook my head again. No. There was no way I would ever let this happen again. The fact he embarrassed me as much as he had alone was a good enough reason to say no. 

And with that they left. They all waved sweetly before exiting the building, Jongin's eyes lingering with mine longer than I would have liked. 

I was done for the night. I couldn't focus at all after they had left, so I took my time cleaning my space and slowly made my way up to my shower. It felt good to be under the hot water, it helped clear my mind and relax my muscles that were still sore from the night before. I decided to pamper myself, lathering my skin with lotion and putting products that smelled like jasmine in my hair. But while I was doing all of these things to make my skin extra soft I couldn't help but catch my reflection in the mirror. Why were they all so flirty with me? My mind then moved to Jongin. I think I wanted him to stay? I let my hand trace down my arm the way he had and chills erupted through my body. Just the thought of him touching me was too much to think about. 

I dressed, letting my wet hair hit my back, not bothering to dry it as I planned to allow myself to sleep in the next day. Another cup of warm tea left me leaning over the railing of my room again to overlook the studio. I was lost in thought, I really was lucky to have such an amazing space and such an amazing job. 

A dark figure knocking softly at the front door pulled me out of my thoughts. Mino? I hadn't talked to him since two days before so he would be the only person I could see coming over so close to midnight. I slipped a thin robe on, pulling it tight around my waist as I walked down the stairs and over to the door. But it wasn't Mino. 

“I needed to come back over.” 

He stepped forward and paced one hand on my cheek while the other wrapped around my waist, and kissed me softer than before. There was a different type of desperation in his actions than there was the night before. I allowed him to hold me tightly, my hands holding tightly to one another against my chest. His lips were cold from being outside and the tips of his fingers that touched my cheek sent shivers down my spine. There was nothing threatening, teasing, or embarrassing about his kiss. There was something deeper, and I could feel it. 

He pulled away first, his thumbs gently stroking around . His eyes seemed sorry and I could tell he was hesitating to say something. 

“I'm sorry I made a big deal about sleeping with you the other day.” He started, his fingers leaving my cheek to fix a stray piece of hair. “We all had our eyes on you from the moment we saw you. I was being immature and wanted to show off that I got you first.” He said. 

I could tell he meant his apology, even if the way he said it wasn't the best. I wanted to respond but I couldn't tell him it was okay. Because even though I knew what he did was mean and wrong, I still put myself in that situation. Instead I let him lean in again, his kiss still holding the same amount of need to kiss me, just this time mixed with a little bit of sorry.

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Day #4 of Promptmas

Chapter 4:  Look out the window at that storm

Summary:

Ice skating date? Cute coffee shop I found online and passed the address to Peter so he could take MJ there. Spidey finally meets Black Cat in person, or something like that.

Chapter 1: Beautiful what’s your hurry?

Chapter 2: I’ll hold your hands (they’re just like ice)

Chapter 3: Mind if move in closer?

Concept: Ice Skating

Dialogue: “If you sing Jingle Bells one more time…” & “Do you mind?” “What? I’m cold”

December 20th

The day was particularly cold and MJ was trying not to kill Peter. He was on his tenth time humming Jingle Bells and it was just 9am. MJ opened the curtains and took a look outside, the snow was falling down slowly. She loved the view of the city she grew up in during winter season. The phone on her pocket vibrated with a new message, her friend was informing her about that guy that was bothering MJ so much, people saw her as a villain when she was trying to help the city. Not that she cared what people thought about her, maybe they will found out one day. She needs to make a plan for tonight, she can’t let them create whatever they are trying to do If that implies hurting people, innocent people like her friend.

“Michelle?” she had been so distracted by her message that she didn’t notice Peter calling her name

“Parker?” She placed her phone back on her pocket and turned around to face Peter. He was standing in the middle of the living room looking at her with an expression she couldn’t read properly

“What would you say if I tell you that I want to go ice skating… with you” the invitation took MJ off guard but she actually liked the idea

“yeah. Why not? Is Morgan going?” Was this a friendly invitation or actually was Morgan going and he still wanted them to bond even more?

“No, she is not coming. But if you want to invite her…” She really liked Morgan but she wanted to spend some quality time with Peter. Uni, Black Cat and her part time job ended up in not seeing her roommate a lot and she missed spending time with the loser.

“No. It’s fine. What if we go grab something to eat and then go ice skating?”

“Rockefeller Center?”

“There is no better place to go ice skating than Rockefeller Center, loser.” It was close to 10am, while they found something to eat it could be close to midday and maybe they could walk to Manhattan to be there late afternoon and finally ice skate together.

“I want to show you a place I found. I think you’ll love it” Peter’s eyes were shining with excitement.

“Then let’s go” They gathered their belongings and went out to the cold day.

They were walking quietly when she heard a little sound next to her, a mumbling of a song. Oh, no. not again.

“Peter, if you sing Jingle Bells one more time I swear to god I will push you while skating and I’m making sure you die” it wasn’t the fact that he was humming the song, it was that she seriously hated the song.

“Why you hate Christmas carols so much?”

“I don’t hate all of those but that specific one doesn’t make any sense. It’s the same verse over and over again” Peter didn’t say anything, he just looked at her for a few seconds and kept walking. They fell into a comfortable silence, MJ loved that. At first when they moved together there was awkward silences that none of them knew how to fill, but now it was different. They could be studying at 1am in complete silence, just the sound of their keyboards and the company was enough, no words needed.

“Here we are” Peter stopped on a corner. There was a really nice looking coffee shop there.

“Mighty Oak Roasters?” she didn’t recognized the name and when she took a look inside, she noticed a normal cafeteria with a particular bar and a huge machine on the back corner

“Yeap. Come on in!” he held the door for her and she moved inside the coffee shop

“Bar or table?”

“Bar” Not that she was thinking about how a date with Peter would be in this exact same place he picked for her, not sure why just yet but sitting with him at the bar made her feel more like a friendly thing and not the image she totally could see in her mind on one of the tables

“Welcome to Mighty Oak Roasters. What do you want to drink?” A very nice girl asked them with her sight on a small notebook on her hand. The huge menu was right in front of her behind the bar hanging on the wall

“Is our first time here so what do you recommend us?” Peter spoke first making the girl look at him

“Well… the coffee shop is focused on vegan pastries and using freshly roasted beans for coffee and self-sustaining tea” the girl was looking between Peter and her. Every time the waitress looked at Peter she stumbled over her words and tended to blush, MJ have seen that reaction many times. Peter was a handsome man, she wasn’t blind, she noticed him since high school and saw him grew up into a man, a handsome one for the matter. But above the whole situation with the waitress, MJ was very impressed. Peter knew MJ so well that he found this vegan self-sustaining place.

“Can you bring me matcha latte, please?”

“For me a mocha, please” Peter didn’t even looked at the menu, he was focused on MJ. He knew how to read her after so many years

“I’m impressed, Parker”

“I knew you would like the place” he was very proud of himself

“Not you first time here, right? You didn’t even look at the menu to order” his confidence dropped a little but kept it cool

“I found the place one day, it looked nice and searched for it later” that wasn’t the full story, MJ knew that much but she wasn’t pushing it either.

The tea was amazing and according with Peter, his mocha was pretty good too. They chatted while on the coffee shop about how their part time jobs were going. MJ decided to finally tell Peter about that photoshoot an agent had offered her to do and he was very surprise but supportive. He told her about how his job in The Bugle was demanding more of him, he never spoke about his famous Spider-Man pictures so she never asked. She told him about a few cases they were working on the lawyer’s firm with a new guy called Harry Osborn and his awful attempts of flirting with her.

The hours passed and soon it was afternoon so they decided to go to the ice rink. It was a half an hour walk, just to give it time for the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree to light up. When they finally arrived it was late afternoon, the air was colder than before and she could see lots of families already ice skating in the rink.

“You ready?” Peter turned around to talk to her. He wasn’t wearing a scarf given that he gave his to the snowman they built with Morgan, but he didn’t seem cold. He looked perfectly fine while she was very cold, she kind of missed wearing her leather suit beneath her clothes

“I was born ready, Parker” MJ knew that phrase always made Peter laugh

“oh. Get out of here!” she loved when he tried to mock her while trying to hide his laugh

It wasn’t the first time they went ice skating but it was the first time alone, they always went with Ned and Betty and even May. Peter was a little clumsy at first but after ten minutes he managed to do a little flip without MJ having to lift him off the ground. MJ used a little bit of her Black Cat abilities to show off. While Peter moved around trying to do his flip, she was skating backwards when she decided to show Peter something she used as Black Cat.

“Hey, loser. I’m going to do a little something over there. Try not to kill yourself while I do that, ok?”

“I’m not gonna die! Maybe I will do another few flips over here”

MJ skated backwards again, gain speed as she went around the rink without stop looking at Peter. Suddenly she opened her arms, then used her left toe to turn while lifting her right foot from the floor, that caused her to turn around in the air once and land on the outside edge of her left foot smoothly, then stopped in front of Peter with an easy smile.

“How did you do that?” Peter was looking at her like she had grown two more heads

“Saw it on an article about ice skating flips and seemed easy enough to try it” It wasn’t an easy flip, she knew that but she did that flip every once in a while when swinging through the buildings, it was easy to do that while trying to escape. The rope attached to her hip making her perfectly stabilized, her high heels allowing her to turn around once and land sometimes on another building, sometimes on the next corner of the same one.

“Easy?  If I try that I probably end up breaking my neck”

“Yeap, you are too clumsy for those things, loser”

They kept trying to do more flips for about half an hour with Peter falling to do most of them and MJ laughing while he seated on the floor.

“Peter you are a mess! You’re going to be all bruised tomorrow. We should go home and get some rest”

“Sounds like a very good idea. Now can you help me stand up and stop laughing?”

“Why? Is really fun to see you trying to get up on your own”

“MJ!”

“Okay! Fine!!!” She took his hand and helped him get up. They moved to the door where they have left their shoes and put them back on. The ride home was full of laughter from MJ and lots of blushes from Peter. They got home by 8, they reheated the pizzas they made from the night before and watched some TV on the living room.

“I think I’m going to sleep. I’m tired. Thanks by the way, the coffee shop and the ice skating, I needed that”

“Any time, MJ. Sleep tight”

“And take care of those bruises, loser”

“will do”

She headed to her room and closed the door behind her. She checked her phone to see if her little friend was fine or if he had any news. She just had a new message from him “u comin’?” She was tired but she also needed to check on him, the situation was getting worst by the second. She replied a quick “yes. Stay safe” and putted her leather suit on. She looked herself in the mirror while adjusting her silver wig and black mask on, she looked exhausted but this was more important, she could sleep tomorrow, she didn’t have any plans after all.

She checked that nobody could see her and then climbed out her window. Her belt had everything she needed for her little mission.  She climbed the wall and got to the rooftop of her own building. She saved her claws, the same ones she used to climb walls, and searched for her phone do a quick call

“Hi, Em. Where are you?” He was the only one that knew her real name and that was dangerous enough

“I’m going out but I need you to tell me what you saw or heard to go safe” it wasn’t time to do small talk and he knew it

“Prowler, something about some equipment to improve his damage on the city, something big Em. But in small amounts so it doesn’t call anyone attention. He was going to take the money tonight to a new place”

“where?”

“Commodore Barry Park at eleven thirty. But please, be careful”

“Like always. I will text you when I have the money”

“Bye Em. Take care”

She ended the call and threw her rope to the next building. She wasn’t as fast as Spider-Man was with his webs but the rope did perfectly fine and she used more the claws to climb than any other artifact she carried with her. She started moving to Brooklyn as fast as she could, she knew the park and knew that it didn’t have lots of places to hide a group of people with weird costumes on. It was going to be an easy task to find them.

She was at the park at eleven, the place was surprisingly empty, maybe it was the low temperature, she was freezing too. She decided to make a round on the park, she moved between the trees, her black leather suit helped her to hide on the shadows, but her wig made it a little more difficult so she needed to think where the moon was placed so her hair could camouflage with the moon.

She found a place above a small building that was near the park and soon she saw the Prowler walking through the park and placed himself under a big tree. If she moved quickly, she could take the money and run without making a big show. When she started moving closer to the Prowler she heard an explosion close to them. The prowler rolled his eyes and spoke to some kind of intercom but she could hear what he was speaking. A few seconds later a second figure with four mechanical arms appeared to her right, his suit was simple, like a mechanical octopus. Too late to get the money from the Prowler now, she will have to do the same from a few days ago, go directly to the warehouse and take the money from there.

A second louder thud shook the three where she was and now she could see the source of the sounds. Rhino was running to the small park and of course, spider-Man was after him. The Prowler and the Octopus man exchanged a look and then turned around and moved to opposite sides. The Prowler walked under the tree she was so she took her chance and jumped right behind him.

“I have heard a lot about you, Prowler” She always tried to change her voice when being Black Cat. He turned around to see her.

“Cat, you are not a myth then”

“I can be a nightmare if you want me to” She walked around him and put her chest closer to his back, she placed her right hand on his shoulder and moved down his arm, when she got to the bag in his hand she moved quickly. She pressed the little button on her palm and her claws popped out, her left hand was on his neck and her right was holding the briefcase handle. A third thud sounded, but this time Rhino took a tree to the ground with him. Prowler saw Spider-Man first so he released the briefcase and ran past Rhino.

“You own me Cat!” the Prowler screamed and looked back at her. His scream made Spider-Man look at her, the robotic eyes in his mask moved like he was trying to focus on her.

“Damn it” MJ cursed under her breath. She didn’t want Spider-Man involved in any of her business. His distraction made Rhino run away but he didn’t follow him, he started moving to her.

“You must be the famous Black Cat, right?” she could tell that he was changing his voice an octave lower, just like she changed her voice but she didn’t care who he was in real life

“If I’m famous then I’m not doing my job well enough” she needed to escape with the money so she started to use her most useful weapon, her charm. She wasn’t an idiot, the leather suit made all her curves stand out, her long legs with high heels made her taller than most men and she used all she could to escape from situations like this one without hurting anyone

“Well, famous for me. I have being searching for you, some petty theft, you are on and off the scene, not making big deals or causing lots of trouble. Wonder why” he knew basic information about her, she could handle that

“Well, I know more about you” she moved closer to him. She was taller than him for very little, maybe without heels he was taller, just maybe “you are an Avenger, one of the old ones. Not as old as Thor or Iron Man but old enough to have their respect. Very close to Iron Man, Doctor Strange and Capitan America. Connections with Wakanda because you are kind of a genius and you probably have rejected bigger projects to keep an eye on New York, so you probably live close too. And half the journalist love you, the other half hates you” She have studied him, there wasn’t enough information but what she got was enough to set him off

“Now I’m ashamed I don’t know any more information about you” he was following the conversation how she needed it to go. She moved to his back, let the briefcase on the grass and placed her hands on his waist

“Do you mind?” Spider-Man flinched at her touch and tried to move away from her. She could feel his hard muscles under the red and black suit

“What? I’m cold and you seem hot enough to help me warm up” she spoke to his ear and she felt him flinch. One of her claws climbed up his arm

“Easy Cat, those claws don’t seem friendly” she had to laugh at that. He knew what she was doing and she was ready to run away if necessary

“Just like those web shooters, I have seen what they can do”

“That’s why you are standing behind me?”

“Very good. You are a genius after all” she heard a little laugh behind his mask but his robotic eyes didn’t show any emotion

“Just very observant. Learned from a friend” she thought about Peter, how at first she observed him all the time and with the time, he learned to look around and take mental notes for later. He appreciated that tip as a photographer with The Bugle

“Very useful. So I should stop all this and just go, right? No need to distract you. Too smart and observant for that, Spidey” She grabbed the briefcase from the grass and started moving to a corner of the park

“Just one question before you go”

“Shoot” She walked backwards not running but not giving him a chance to get her

“Why?”

“Why are you Spider-Man and not a regular citizen?” she didn’t wait for the answer. She threw her rope to a nearby building and did the same flip she had done early on the ice rink. The toe of her foot gave her the impulse to jump while her other leg spun her around on its own axis to land on the corner of the building the rope was holding onto. With her claws she climbed the wall and searched for Spider-Man but didn’t find him.

She made her way home close to 1am. As soon as she arrived, she took her suit of along with her wig and mask, the briefcase was next to her window. She tried to be really quiet, she didn’t wanted to wake Peter up. She put on one of Peter’s shirts she had stolen from him a lot time ago. It was one of his science pun shirts and she liked the soft fabric and maybe the fact that when she took it, it smelled like Peter.

She was lying down on her bed, tired of the day but couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t stop thinking about Spider-Man and Peter. Spidey was nothing like Peter but at the same time there was something familiar with him, something that made her think about Peter when she touched him, when he question her for her actions and when he didn’t answer back to her.

“God, I need to sleep. I’m mixing everything up and that’s definitely not good” She spoke softly to the celling. Thinking about Peter was kind of an issue, but comparing Spider-Man and Peter was insane. Peter had clumsy movements when Spidey was agile in every one of his. Peter was shy while Spidey openly flirted with her. Peter had a strong moral compass while Spidey let her go even when he though she was a thief. They were totally different and she was just wasting time thinking about them.

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Down By The Lake - Part 3

Summary: It was only meant to be a stolen moment between you and your lover Daehyun and ended with him framed for murdering your best friend. With the assistance of your aloof friend Inspector Bang, could you find the real culprit called The Pauper, in time to clear Daehyun’s name?

Pairing: Jung Daehyun x reader ft. Bang Yongguk

Genre: murder mystery / periodic au / horror-ish

Warnings: murder / death / dark content given the nature of the storyline

Down By The Lake will be shared daily at 10am NZST.

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It was harder to find evidence than you expected. Yongguk had taken you to the scene three times already, making you retrace the same steps over and over until you cried out in frustration. “Yongguk! Must we do this again?!”

“It is important, Y/N,” he urged and you groaned for the umpteenth time, dragging your feet back to the first spot you met Daehyun in that night. Yongguk joined your side and held his hands out loosely towards you. “Did he grab you like this?”

Reaching for your waist, Yongguk lifted his head up politely at the close proximity. You giggled, and he glanced down at you apprehensively.

“Had we not grown up together, perhaps I would see more of a man in you. Women say you’re handsome, if not for the aloof approach you maintain.”

“Focus, Y/N.”

“But you are rather sensitive and shy, are you not?” you continued, squeaking when he tightened his grip around you.

“My Lady, please focus,” he reiterated pointedly. “This tight?”

“He grabbed my arm,” you stated, shifting away from Yongguk so he could take it and then pushed into him as if you had been moving quickly and relied on his balance to hold you upright. Yongguk nodded once whilst you attempted to reign in your enjoyment at his evident displeasure of being this close to you. “And then we had our first conversation. He ridiculed my dress, which was warranted. So I asked for help out of it.”

“You are far too improper for a lady of your status, Y/N,” Yongguk groaned and you gave the inspector a look. Yongguk glanced down at you and then stepped away. “And then?”

“He helped me remove the dress so we could go swim. I was overheated from the ball.” Yongguk strained a smile and gestured down the path. You followed him to the point where you stepped out to the lakefront, merely a metre from the water’s edge. “I got to here before Daehyun pulled me back into the bushes.”

Replaying the steps, except this time, you pushed Yongguk into the space Daehyun had held you within. You grinned. “Struggling, Inspector?”

“No, your instruction is incredibly insightful,” he murmured, growing quiet as he looked around you both. Your humour eased as you watched him work, glancing around yourself as if you could see what he did.

“There is no way to see a thing from here,” he admitted softly and you nodded. “And with it being dark out, it would lower visibility further.”

“I could not see a thing, but I did hear it all,” you replied sadly, closing your eyes as a tear fell down your face. “I was right here as my best friend was killed.”

“And you went to go out?” he reminded, helping you along so you did not focus on the parts that could not be changed now. Nodding, you re-enacted the tussle, Yongguk holding you back. The tears continued to fall and your friend began to brood over the situation. “There is a chance the killer heard you both moving. He normally strikes five times with the hay hook. On Lucy-”

“Please,” you begged tearfully and Yongguk omitted the rest of his findings.

“He finished his kill short and decided to flee.”

“Daehyun pulled us in closer to the bushes and all I heard were footsteps in that direction,” you continued and Yongguk stepped around you, heading off as you sobbed into the bushes, crouching down when you could no longer stand.

You missed Lucy terribly and the guilt ate at you the further you helped Yongguk with the play-by-play. It was a misfortune you had not wished upon anyone, and had you the ability to return to the night for real, you would have done more.

Perhaps it would be you found afloat within the lake. After all, this was your house and the killer being on the property when so many guards were on post would have only meant he was looking for someone in particular.

You jumped when you felt a hand reach for your shoulder. “The track has been used recently.”

“The investigation that was led by Moore had more than seven men tramp up and down it. I do not feel any clues would remain.”

“Still, is it not a path you and I know better than others?” Yongguk offered and with a smile, you took his hand he held out for you.

“We have not played up there since we were young.”

“Not much has changed, I am certain of it,” Yongguk assured as he helped you over the fence style, swinging your linked hands loosely as you had always done as children. You continued to feel lighter as you travelled across the track that led to the old hunting den. Conversation was slow; much as it always was between you. Yongguk had always been the quiet type and you the brazen, your laughter bouncing off the hillside as it once had in the past.

Just as you were mentioning your Great Aunt’s upcoming birthday, Yongguk came to a stop, his gaze stopping on the tree line nearby. “What is it that you see?”

“Remember how we would climb that tree there?”

“Was it that one?” you asked, smiling fondly at the memory. However, Yongguk did not share the same sentiment. “Why? Is there something wrong with it?”

“I remember, we would watch our parents in the garden from here.”

Your blood ran cold, marching over to the tree in question, gesturing for Yongguk to boost you up into it. On a sturdy branch-way, you looked out towards your home. It was closer than you expected from walking thus far and you gasped. You could see into the garden well from here.

“It was a full moon that night, was it not?”

You nodded. “I remember seeing it brightly in the sky when Daehyun was undoing my dress. How long did we walk for?”

“Ten minutes I believe.”

You glanced down at Yongguk, your eyes searching his for consolation as you became distressed. “It... it would have been that long as the fastens on my dress stumped Daehyun for some time.”

“And had the killer ran,” Yongguk offered, raising an index finger. “He would have been in the right place to capture you both.”

“Lucy was not his target? We did not see or hear her approach at all.”

“Hop down,” Yongguk offered, leaping up into the tree once you were grounded. You hugged yourself, searching for comfort as your body continued to chill.

Yongguk then cursed. “Had she taken the main path towards the lake, she could have very well been the target. In fact, I believe she may have been on the move before you and Daehyun even met.”

“You mean he lured her there?”

Yongguk nodded grimly. “There was a note found upon her body. She was meant to be meeting Lord Wilsford.”

“Why I was with him just before I went to see Daehyun,” you breathed in confusion and blinked slowly.

It all began to click. Snapping your focus up to Yongguk’s face, you fell into his embrace once he was down beside you again. “Could he be the killer?!”

“Well, there is only one way to find out.”

Smoothing down your dress as you waited in the doorway of your home, you curtsied in greeting to those entering for your Aunt’s birthday party two days following your grave discovery. You attempted to keep yourself present in the moment, and since you had acted a great deal over the years in attending such trifle celebrations, it came easier than you expected.

On the outside, you looked demurely relaxed whilst on the inside, you were a jittery mess. Especially since Yongguk had yet to arrive at the party.

However, the guest you were waiting most for entered a moment later. He smiled warmly. “My Lady! Beautiful as ever.”

“You flatter me too easily, Lord Wilsford,” you answered, hoping he did not feel the way in which your skin began to crawl upon his contact with it. Smiling brightly, you then curtsied. “May you have a splendid evening.”

“One in which we can spend time together, I do hope,” he suggested and you nodded in answer. “I look forward to it.”

“As do I.”

Turning as he moved through into the ballroom, you exhaled a breath you hadn’t been aware you were holding shakily. Your Father at your side turned to look at you. “Are you feeling well?”

“Yes, I am fine.”

“If you do not wish to-”

“It is expected that all eligible women appear to all and every gathering where she may be matched with a husband, is it not?”

“Yes, darling. However, if you are not yet ready, you mustn’t push yourself.”

You smiled and kissed him on the cheek. “On the contrary, tonight this is where I must be.”

“Then it’s settled. Tonight we shall find you a husband,” he announced as Yongguk came through the door, bowing silently in greeting. You merely responded with a curtsy, sharing a long look before he moved on into the party itself.

You relaxed some knowing he was finally here, and soon entered after him, keeping an eye out for Lord Wilsford’s activity. He spent some time charming the elders and then the mothers before finding you, taking your hand and kissing it fondly.

“I fear I left you alone for far too long tonight.”

“I was feeling rather deprived of good company,” you answered much to his delight.

“I knew I would win your heart after all,” he drawled as he took you out onto the dance floor, slipping easily into the well-known steps to this song. You mindlessly followed, trying to think of a way to entice him further.

The matter was, you had never once wanted this man’s attention and now that you sought it, you were drawing quite the blank.

Thankfully, he was none the wiser. “Y/N.”

“Yes, my Lord?”

“Do you feel it rather crowded in here?” Lord Wilsford asked and looking up at him suddenly, he chuckled at your widened expression. “My, I took you by surprise!”

“No, I just… wondered how you could read my thoughts so easily.”

“Should we head outside?”

“Oh, I do not know if that is safe. Did you not hear of what happened out there last time?”

“Do not worry, I will be with you.”

Smiling graciously at his reassurance, you stepped in closer to the man. “We will have to go separately as not to draw attention.”

“I have much to say to you tonight. Meet me by the lakefront shortly,” he instructed and acting coy, you nodded and bit at your bottom lip. Lord Wilsford chuckled and reached to kiss the top of your hand, this time more ardently than before.

You swallowed visibly. “I look forward to hearing it all.”

“My Lady,” he breathed, looking up into your eyes. “This night will be one you will never forget.”

“Is that so? Well then, I anticipate being enlightened by your memorable gift. I will wait long enough for my Father not to notice my departure.”

Lord Wilsford left and after a moment, Yongguk came up to your side, leading you over to the refreshments. “Well?”

“He told me to meet him at the lakefront and that it would be a night to remember.”

“Are you feeling up to it?”

Glancing up at the man, you nodded hesitantly. “It is the only plan we have to save Daehyun, right?”

“It could be-”

“You will be right there, as we discussed?” you intervened and Yongguk smiled.

“I will catch the killer and protect you.”

“Then what are we waiting for? I have no doubt, a rather deadly proposal waiting for me.”

You only hoped that hearing it would still end up with you alive afterwards.

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Mistletoe Manor - Epilogue, Part 1

Genre: 1900′s AU/Romance

Pairings: Park Seo Joon, Bang Yongguk, Brian Kang, Jung Daehyung, Jung Jaehyun, Lee Taeyong x OCs

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, Epilogue 1, 2, 3, 4  | Words: 3,766

A/N: Chelle ( @prettywordsyouleft​​ ) and I wanted to re-visit our magical world of Mistletoe Manor. The series left off on a bit of a cliffhanger, so we really had no choice! We hope you enjoy this extra look into the lives of Cassie, Evie, Joey, and all their friends and family.

Keep a lookout for the second part of the epilogue tomorrow at 6pm EST/ 10am NZST.

Evie let out a soft, shaky breath before lifting her hand, balling her fingers up into a fist, and knocking gently on the door in front of her.

“Come in,” Cassie’s muffled voice replied, and Evie turned the doorknob.

“I hope I’m not... interrupting,” Evie said softly after taking a step into her older sister’s bedroom.

Cassie, who was sitting at her vanity brushing her hair out for the night, set her hairbrush down and turned to look toward the door. “Evie, darling,” she greeted. “No, not at all. What’s going on? Is something wrong?”

“No, nothing -- nothing’s wrong,” Evie assured her with a shake of her head. And then she gestured inside Cassie’s room, taking another step forward. “...May I?”

“Of course!” Cassie stood from her chair and strode to her bed, perching on the edge and patting the spot next to her.

A small grin tugged at Evie’s lips as she stepped fully inside and closed the door behind her.

“What is it, dear?” Cassie asked once Evie sat down cautiously.

Evie pressed her lips together briefly, hoping her nerves didn’t show on her face -- though she was sure they did.

“I --” she began. “I just... was wondering... what it’s like being married.”

Cassie reached up and cradled her sister’s cheek in her palm, her lips curving into a soft but beaming smile. “You’re nervous for the wedding? It’s understandable. It’s a huge change in your life.”

When Yongguk had somewhat proposed to her on Christmas Eve, right before he’d left to go find Joey and Brian, she had been so excited. She knew Yongguk was the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with; there were absolutely no doubts in her mind.

And when he actually proposed to her three days later after bringing the newly married couple home, she had accepted with tears of joy in her eyes.

They’d been planning the wedding for a few months now, and Evie was still excited...

But she was also nervous, as Cassie presumed. Not necessarily in a bad way, of course. She loved Yongguk dearly, and she still knew she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.

But it was a huge change. And Evie had never been the biggest fan of change. She liked reading her favorite books over and over again because they never changed.

She’d lived her whole life at Mistletoe Manor with her two sisters, and now... she would be getting married and leaving.

Cassie had stayed here with Daehyun because she could quite possibly give birth to a son in the future, and he would become the heir to the estate. They certainly could have moved back to Daehyun’s home, but they had eventually decided to stay here.

But Evie had no real reason to stay and had agreed to move into Yongguk’s house.

...Well. ‘House’ was not the correct term. From her future husband’s description, it was even bigger than Mistletoe Manor. And she would become the mistress of the household in just a few days.

So, yes. Evie was just a bit nervous.

Or... terrified.

She nodded in response to her sister’s question, wringing her hands in her lap and furrowing her brow deeply. “Is it normal to be nervous?”

“Of course, dear,” Cassie assured her. “I would like to meet a bride who wasn’t nervous before her wedding. I most certainly was.”

“I just... I thought it would be different since I actually --” But then Evie cut herself off because she didn’t want to sound insensitive.

Cassie finished her sentence for her, though. “Since you actually love him. You’re right, I didn’t love Daehyun when we got married. And our first year of marriage was... not typical. And quite difficult. But now we’re happier than I ever dreamed we would be. Imagine what will happen to you. You’ll fall even more in love with Yongguk, and you’ll be so happy your heart could simply burst, I’m certain of it.”

“You are?” Evie asked meekly.

“Absolutely,” Cassie nodded. “It might be difficult, at first, but Yongguk will be there by your side. He’ll probably be nervous, too, and the two of you can help each other through it.”

Once Cassie stopped talking, Evie let out a shaky breath, though her stomach was not quite as jittery as it had been just minutes ago.

“Thank you,” she whispered to her older sister, reaching to take both of her hands. 

“Oh, Evie,” Cassie murmured, bringing her sister’s hands up to her lips and kissing them. “I feel I have always underestimated you, and for that, I am truly sorry. But I hope you know just how delighted I am that you’ve found someone who loves and appreciates you for who you are and not who you should be.”

Evie simply smiled softly before leaning forward to hug Cassie tightly. “I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you, too,” Cassie replied, her voice becoming choked with emotion. “I will miss you, but I know you’ll be more than content over at Blackmon Abbey. Do say you’ll come and visit as often as you can, though.”

Evie nodded, finding a lump of emotion forming in her own throat. “Yes, of course,” she promised. “As often as we can.”

When Cassie pulled away, she reached up to quickly wipe a tear away and then sniffled. “Thank you for coming to me. I hope I helped, even if just a little bit.”

“Oh, you did,” Evie assured her. “Very much. I -- Why were you alone, though? Where is Lydia?”

Cassie’s eyes were still glassy with tears but at Evie’s question, a sly smirk appeared on her lips. “Lydia is... otherwise engaged.”

Unsurprisingly, Evie knew just what she meant. “Ah, I see,” she murmured with a smirk of her own. “I shall not seek her out, then, and let her enjoy her evening.”

“You should seek out Joey, however,” Cassie suggested. “She certainly has an entirely different perspective on marriage than I do, so she might have some other advice to offer.”

“Oh, yes, you’re right,” Evie agreed, her brow furrowing softly. “I’ll go into the village to call on her tomorrow.”

“Perfect,” Cassie grinned. “I would offer to accompany you, but I have plenty here to keep me busy.”

The look on Cassie’s face was just secretive enough to make Evie suspicious... but she kept her lips zipped. For now.

“Where are we going?” Lydia asked quietly, her lips tugging into a soft, shy smile.

Seo Joon smirked to himself as he held Lydia’s shoulders with one hand and covered her eyes with the other, guiding her to a small room off the servant’s hallway. It was typically used for ironing and shining shoes, but not tonight. Tonight, Seo Joon had conspired with the cook and Anna to...

Well, you’ll find out soon enough.

He bent down as he shuffled along the hall, placing his lips next to Lydia’s ear. “How many times have I told you to just be patient?” he whispered.

“I’ve been patient the whole afternoon!” Lydia retorted with a giggle. “Plus, I’m starving. You know I get more impatient the hungrier I am.”

“Don’t worry, that will be remedied soon enough, my love,” Seo Joon murmured before pressing a kiss to Lydia’s earlobe.

Lydia leaned back slightly against Seo Joon’s chest, bringing one hand up to hold onto his wrist as he kept her eyes covered.

“Almost there...” he said as they approached the doorway.

“Can I see now?”

“Hold on just... one... more...”

Seo Joon stopped walking, letting go of Lydia’s shoulder and reaching out to open the door. As the hinges squeaked and the door swung open into the room, he removed his hand from her eyes and pressed his lips together in anticipation.

Instead of the usual shoes littering the table, there was a crisp, white tablecloth and two lit candles in silver candlesticks adorned the top.

Lydia’s eyes fluttered open, her lips parting slightly in surprise when she saw the scene before her. Also on the table were two plates of Lydia’s favorite meal: roast chicken with mashed potatoes and vegetables.

Seo Joon had thought to ask (plead) the cook to make a fancier meal, one she would prepare for the family upstairs, but... he knew Lydia particularly loved Cook’s roast chicken, and all he wanted to do in life was make her happy.

“Seo --” Lydia gaped, turning around briefly to glance at him before stepping forward toward the table. “You... you prepared this?”

Seo Joon gently closed the door behind him. “I did,” he replied with a very proud grin. “It’s been so busy, and we haven’t had a chance to have any real alone time since the Mistletoe Ball, so I thought I would kindly ask Lady Cassandra to give you the evening off tonight.”

Lydia turned around fully then, her eyes wide and her brow furrowed slightly. She stepped over in front of Seo Joon and took his hands. “Thank you,” she said, squeezing his hands gently. “This is -- it’s perfect.”

Seo Joon’s grin widened, and he leaned down to press his lips to hers. He let go of her hands, moving his arms to circle around her waist and pull her closer.

The corners of Lydia’s mouth turned up into a hint of a smile as she slid her arms around Seo Joon’s neck.

“Have I told you,” Seo Joon murmured in-between kisses. “Just how much I love you?”

“Yes,” Lydia chuckled softly. “But, after all these years, it’s more than nice to hear it as often as you say it.”

To be honest, she was still getting used to everything. A voice inside her head was still telling her she shouldn’t be touching or kissing Seo Joon right now because she was so accustomed to hiding her feelings.

But the door was closed. No one else was in the room with them. Cassie had given her the night off. She could kiss the man she was in love with as she damn well pleased!

“Well, then,” Seo Joon whispered, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Lydia replied with a grin.

“I love you so much that... it’s hard to even put into words.”

“Who needs words, anyway?” Lydia’s grin widened, and she stood on her toes to kiss him again. She pressed her lips to his more urgently than before, capturing his bottom lip and tugging on it. Seo Joon held her even closer, even more tightly, and a whole flock of butterflies suddenly appeared in her stomach.

...Oh, wait.

Those weren’t butterflies. Butterflies didn’t growl like that.

She was just still hungry.

Seo Joon pulled away, letting out a soft laugh and gazing down at her with a teasingly adoring grin. “I see it’s not actually me you’re hungry for.”

Lydia’s cheeks warmed at his remark. She pulled away, trying to hide a bashful smile as Seo Joon took her hand and led her over to one of the chairs at the table.

“The food is starting to get cold, anyway,” he pointed out as he helped her sit down and spread a cloth napkin over her lap. Before he sat down across from her, he served her, dishing out the potatoes and vegetables and cutting off some tender pieces of the chicken.

“Why thank you,” Lydia grinned, her eyes widening as she took in all of the delicious-looking food now in front of her.

“Please, don’t wait on my account,” Seo Joon assured her as he began to fill up his own plate.

Lydia, although polite, was also very good at following directions... so, she lifted her utensils and dove right in.

Unsurprisingly, the next ten minutes or so consisted of just a few sentences exchanged between the couple. The two of them were far too busy eating to engage in conversation, and when Lydia finally set down her knife and fork with a satisfied sigh, Seo Joon informed her they weren’t quite finished yet.

“What do you mean?” she asked curiously as Seo Joon took her empty plate away.

He set both of their plates down on a side table behind him and then bent down to retrieve...

When he stood back up and placed a small trifle on the table, Lydia let out an extremely delighted gasp.

“You didn’t think I would forget about dessert, did you?” Seo Joon smirked as he handed her a spoon.

“Oh, I do love you!” Lydia giggled.

Seo Joon’s grin lit up his face as he watched her -- Lydia, the absolute and complete love of his life -- scoop into the trifle with unadulterated glee. 

Even if he didn’t have a romantic walk in the cold moonlight planned after this, and even if he didn’t know he would kiss her until she was breathless later, this would go down in his personal history book as a perfect evening. Just the fact he got to spend this time alone with her, and the fact she was so adorably happy was enough. More than enough.

He would have to plan more nights like this -- as many as he possibly could. One day, far in the future, he would plan a night like this to propose to her.

But, for now, he was fully content with the way things were. No more secret longing, no more hidden glances, no more worrying and fretting over ‘what ifs.’ He wanted to marry her, yes... but one day. Not just yet. 

He’d waited so many years just to get where they were now. He could most certainly wait to take things a step further, and Lydia -- without question -- was worth the wait.

It had taken Seo Joon, Yongguk, and Daehyun almost two days to find Lady Josephine and Brian after their somewhat dramatic escape on Christmas Eve.

Thankfully, when they did find them, the couple was already married and awaiting passage on a boat to America.

Daehyun managed to convince them there was no need to run away to a whole other continent; her sisters certainly wanted her to return, and even if her parents didn’t quite approve of the marriage, they would much rather she stay here than be an ocean away.

Joey had -- somewhat reluctantly -- agreed to come back, and when she and Brian had returned to the manor, her entire family had surrounded her. They’d hugged and kissed her, both Cassie and her mother had been crying, and her father had almost immediately ushered Brian into his study to interrogate him.

The next week, the newlyweds had moved into a house in the nearby village, and Brian had begun teaching at the local school. Apparently, knowing how to read and write was a good enough qualification; Brian did end up rather enjoying the job, though.

And now, just about three months after their legendary departure, they were settled in their quaint cottage and -- much to some’s surprise -- incredibly happy.

Joey smiled to herself as she thought of how Brian -- her husband -- still teased her and got on her nerves. Daily, in fact. As she stuck the needle through her embroidery hoop, she recalled the first snowball fight they’d had -- and the few they’d had since, as well.

When a sudden knock interrupted her thoughts, she let out a soft gasp and dropped her project on the floor. Instead of picking it up, she scurried to the door and practically threw it open.

With Brian being gone at the school all day, Joey’s ideas for keeping herself busy were wearing thin, and she was more than glad to have a visitor.

“Evie!” she cried with delight when she saw her sister standing on the doormat.

She was especially glad to have this specific visitor.

“I hope I’m not interrupt --”

“No, of course not,” Joey assured her hastily, stepping aside to usher her in. “Please, come in. Shall I ring for some tea?”

“Oh, yes, please,” Evie answered, taking off her coat once she’d entered the house. “It’s almost colder than it was at Christmas time.”

Joey popped her head into the kitchen and requested a tea tray from the cook -- the only servant she had now.

“Come, sit down,” she murmured to Evie before leading her to the living room, the room she’d just occupied. 

Joey bent to pick up her embroidery, and Evie let out a soft sputter of a chuckle.

“What is that?” 

“It’s -- it’s my embroidery!” Joey explained with a huff. “Why did you say it like that?!”

“You’ve never embroidered a thing in your life,” Evie laughed.

“Well!” Joey cried defensively. “I can’t think of anything else to do! I’m stuck in this house all day while Brian’s at work!”

Evie’s jaw practically dropped at her younger sister’s ludicrous statement. “Are you quite serious?”

“Yes! I’m bored out of my mind!”

“Joey! There are so many things you could do outside of the house!”

“Oh?” Joey asked, quirking an eyebrow. “Such as? And don’t say planting a garden, you know my thumb is the opposite of green.”

“I can think of any number of things you could get involved in! Like -- the orphanage, for example. They’re always in need of help!”

Joey’s brow furrowed softly, and the corners of her mouth turned down in thought.

Hmm. The orphanage.

...Why had she never thought of that? She hadn’t been around children too much, but the ones she’d met in her adulthood had certainly seemed rambunctious and clever enough to keep her thoroughly occupied. It wasn’t too far from the village, and it would certainly be much better than trying to embroider all day.

“Evie,” Joey said softly. “I believe... you have come up with a wonderful idea.”

For a split second, the expression on Evie’s face was one of surprise. It quickly morphed to one of satisfaction, however, and she tipped her chin into a satisfied nod. “Of course, I have.”

Before Joey’s train of thought could get permanently derailed onto thoughts of the orphanage, she turned back to her older sister.

“Now, why did you come to see me?” she asked directly. Joey had never been one to mince words.

Evie instantly frowned, though, her forehead wrinkling adorably. “Why do I need a reason to come see you?”

“Because... I mean, don’t you, especially, always need a reason to leave the house?”

“...Well, yes.”

Joey simply smirked triumphantly.

“The thing is... it’s rather a... well, a private topic,” Evie replied in hushed tones.

Before Joey had the chance to ask what her sister could possibly mean by that, the door opened, and the cook ambled in with the tea tray.

Evie sat silently as the cook set down the tray and poured tea into two floral, porcelain cups.

“Thank you, Mrs. Whitmore,” Joey grinned before taking one of the cups and handing it to her sister.

Mrs. Whitmore dipped into a curtsy before shuffling out of the room, closing the door behind her.

It took less than half a second for Joey to focus all of her attention back on Evie.

“What could you possibly mean by ‘a private topic’?” she asked in hushed -- but hurried -- tones.

Evie’s cheeks immediately pinkened, and Joey’s mind went right into the gutter.

“I’m just... nervous,” Evie gulped.

Joey waited as long as she possibly could for her sister to continue... which ended up being about three seconds.

“About the wedding night?”

Evie’s cheeks pinkened some more, and her brows rushed down to wrinkle her forehead. “No! I mean, yes, but I’m not -- just -- getting married, in general. And moving away from home and being mistress of such a large estate and -- there are just so many changes, and I’m incredibly anxious about it all.”

“Ohhhh,” Joey nodded in understanding before taking a sip of her tea. “Yes, of course. You would be nervous about that.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Evie murmured with a slight pout.

“You are a creature of habit, my dear,” Joey pointed out. “You like to be surrounded by things and places and people you already know, like books and our family. And you prefer to stay in the background. You don’t like attention -- never have. And now, suddenly, you’ll be in a new house with all the servants looking to you for direction and leadership. I should have guessed! My, you must be quite terrified!”

When Joey lifted her gaze to her older sister, the look on Evie’s face was not one of relief that Joey had just voiced the nagging thoughts in the back of her head.

No. Not one of relief in the slightest.

Her expression was one of absolute panic.

Hastily, Joey set her teacup down and reached over, resting her hand comfortingly on Evie’s knee. “Oh, my dear, you will be all right. I’m all right, aren’t I? And I moved from Mistletoe Manor to this... well, it can only be called a cottage, can’t it? It took a while to get used to, but having Brian with me helped tremendously! Truly, it took hardly any time at all to create a new routine and get settled here.”

Evie softly quirked one eyebrow at that. “But you’re embroidering to pass the time...”

Joey waved one hand through the air dismissively. “Oh, you know me. Always wanting to do things I’m frightfully bad at. I’ve never had a hobby like you, which is why you will be fine. I am much assured that Blackmon Abbey has a very well-stocked library. Does it not?”

Evie nodded, though she still looked just a bit anxious.

“Then you will be more than fine. There are probably an enormous amount of books in there you haven’t read, so if your husband is not on hand to ease your worries, you’ll have your books.”

After chewing on her lip for a moment or two, Evie shot her younger sister a hopeful glance. “It won’t be... too scary, will it?”

Joey shook her head vigorously. “My best advice is to simply talk to your husband-to-be. I know how much you hate talking about your feelings, but it must be done. And I promise you will feel better afterward.”

Knowing her sister was right -- for once in her life -- Evie nodded.

“I will,” she said with quiet determination. “Thank you, Joey.”

Joey, looking entirely too pleased with herself, removed her hand from her sister’s knee and took her teacup again.

“You are most welcome,” she said with a confident grin. For she was feeling quite confident. She had just given her sister some smashingly wonderful advice, and she was currently devising a plan to keep herself occupied.

Things were looking up!

Part 2

[meganshinsou-tm]

Vermilion. (m)

↳ chapter eight: breakfast with a side of sadism

❧ genre:  pro-hero’s bakugou/kirishima, poly, happy ending

❧ chapter warnings: none

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Your eyes fluttered open, squinting at the sunshine that flowed into the room. You moaned and groaned as your body stretched in the bed, first your arms then your torso and legs, making you poke out your butt and rub against the man that was stirring next to you.

"Watch where you're putting that thing baby girl,” Kiri's sleepy and raspy voice spoke as his arm around you squeezed and he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck.

You giggled and held his arm, tired eyes looking around the room to see the ceiling fan running, meaning the power must've come back on. Since there was more light in the room now, you could see how Kiri decorated. It looked to be a simple man's room, a few posters here and there. Some dumbbells in the corner of the room and he had a gaming console by his TV. You smiled and turned over to face Kiri who was trying to wake up, he smiled as he saw your face and kissed your cheek.

"I think the power needs to go out more often, that was the best sleep I've gotten in a long time!"

You grinned and propped up on your shoulder, gazing down at your friend and he cuddled up into your chest and smiled. You played with his red locks and complemented how you loved when they were relaxed the way they were now; the two of you laid there a few more minutes and talked. With a sigh you turned to see a clock on his nightstand that read it was now 10AM.

"Okay Red, I think we should get up. I'm gonna go wash our clothes and towels that got soaked. Meet you downstairs?"

Kirishima nodded in agreement, humming when you placed a sweet kiss on his lips. But as soon as you tried to pull away he wouldn't let go of you and kept pecking them, making you giggle and smile.

"Kiri our clothes are gonna ruin and I need to pee!"

He smiled and gave you one last kiss and finally released you, you grinned at him and picked up his and your clothes, skipping out of the room.

You threw the clothes onto the bathroom floor and went to brush your teeth and do your business, ran to your room to put on a bra and ran back to the bathroom. Gathering all the still damp linens you jogged down to the laundry room and threw everything into the washing machine. Taking a breath you looked above you at the next obstacle, the climb for the detergent, but you remembered you had a fucking quirk.

"Duh (Y/N), you're so dumb!"

"So you finally admit it?"

You gasped as Bakugou popped his head around the corner and looked at you with a famous shit-eating grin, you rolled your eyes and flipped him off with one hand, using your quirk with the other to open the cabinet door and make the detergent float down to you.

"When you get done come help me cook!" He growled and walked off.

You stuck your tongue out when he was no longer in sight and continued to put all the clothes on to wash before walking out and into the kitchen.

"I'm only helping because I'm hungry, not because you said please!"

Bakugou grinned and placed some peppers and onions on the counter, handed you a knife and told you to dice them. You did so as he started to crack a few eggs and whisk them.

"So what did you and Kirishima do last night for you to end up in his shirt?" Bakugou asked without looking at you.

Your body stiffened as you realized you were still in Kiri's shirt and how it must've looked. Quickly you started to explain yourself and how the two of you went to a café and got caught in the rain on your way home, also about how the power went out before you could change and leaving Kiri to lend you some clothes.

"So you slept with him?"

"Not like it’s any of your business but yeah.”

Bakugou nodded and went about his task, making a silence grow between you, making your brain start to spiral out of control and overthink about whether the blonde was bothered by what happened or not. Out of sheer nervousness you couldn’t help but want to explain things further.

“N-nothing happened you know. I mean we kissed but that’s it.”

Shit - why did you feel like you had to tell him that? Oh yeah dirty conscious maybe cause they’re best fucking friends that both like you.

"I'm sorry," you rebutted.

Bakugou looked at you with confusion, “Why the fuck are you apologizing?”

You shrugged your shoulders, now feeling even more dumb. You knew Bakugou had feelings for you and that he tried to hide them at times but you expected more of a reaction out of him when you admitted to kissing his best friend before him. It kind of hurt for him not to react more dramatically for some reason.

"I just ... never mind I guess. How do you want these onions cut?"

Bakugou told you to just dice them into small chunks and grabbed a pan out of the cabinet. He was alarmed by the sudden change in you, he expected you to be a little happier especially since you spent the night in Kiri's bed. Or just happy in general since that was usually the type of person you were, it was odd to see you quieter than usual, the hero actually grew to enjoy how you’d literally never shut up. He loved hearing you, whether it was dumb jokes, babbling about something he could care less about or shit talking with him.

"Ah - shit!"

Bakugou heard you gasp and hiss, making him immediately turn around. You were flinging your hand in the air and that’s when he saw blood on the cutting board. His heart dropped and he quickly forgot whatever was in his hand and was by your side in no time.

"What the fuck you idiot! Can't you be more careful!" He growled, grabbing your hand and inspecting the small cut on your finger.

Bakugou grumbled about how hopeless you were while he grabbed your hip and easily sat you on the counter by the sink. Next he gathered some paper towels and told you to wrap them around your finger so he could get a first aid kit from one of the drawers. Once he retrieved it, he ordered you to run your finger under some water and wash it. You did as instructed, after that you watched Bakugou as he dried the cut and applied some ointment to the wound and bandaged it.

"I'm sorry Suki," you apologized and squinted your eyes.

The blonde grunted and placed his hands on your thighs as he looked down at your head hanging low. He had to admit, he couldn't handle seeing you hurt even if it was by your own careless mistake, that just pissed him off even more. But he calmed himself because accidents do happen and it was a small one, you were fine.

"What the fuck are you apologizing for? So you cut your finger, its my fault for thinking you could handle such a daunting task apparently!" Bakugou joked and touched your chin to make you look at him.

Your eyes were rimmed red, making him wonder why you were so damn emotional over a cut finger, or -  did he make you cry?

"Don't worry, it’s just the onions, I'm not crying,” you quickly stated, sensing the concern from Bakugou when his face contorted. “And I'm sorry because I just thought ..." you trailed off not wanting to finish your sentence.

The blonde chuckled and looked into your eyes, "You thought I'd get jealous over you kissing my idiot friend?"

You shamefully nodded your head, making him scoff.

"You fucking worry too much. So what you kissed him, I don’t give a shit. Do whatever your pretty little heart desires, we don’t mind.”

"Suki, I don't think I – "

Bakugou’s hand on your thigh squeezed roughly, making you shut up and gasp as he leaned his face closer to yours and your cheek. Lips dragging from your cheek down to your ear. You let out a breathy sigh, causing the hero’s thoughts to blur as he tried to hold himself together and resist. He wanted nothing more than to take you right there on the counter, to stop fucking around and get his own first kiss - but Bakugou did love teasing the fuck out of you; to see you squirm and loving all the little noises you tried to suppress from him. The blonde chuckled, fanning your ear with his warm breath and causing your thighs to clench as you bit your lip.

He growled lowly and nipped your earlobe, "But tonight, you're all mine princess and I expect the same fucking treatment."

Just like the night before when Bakugou had you cornered in the hall, you melted on the spot, submitting, wanting. You tried to respond, even though your brain was slightly malfunctioning, but a cheery voice managed to slice through the haze and sexual tension between you and Bakugou, making you jump and push him away. The snide male only smiled and chuckled at you.

"The hell happened, are you okay mama?"

Kiri was quickly by your side and inspecting your bandaged finger.

"She's fine, the brat just cut herself trying to dice an onion," Katsuki answered.

Kirishima's face went from worried to relieved, you apologized for your carelessness once again and he smiled softly.

"It's fine sweetheart, we're just glad it wasn't a whole finger that got severed!"

Next thing you knew, your body was being lifted from the counter and your feet setting back on the floor, "How about we take over from here and you go pick a movie for all of us to watch while we eat?"

You looked at the red-head and back at his friend. These two were either really that chill about this whole situation going on between the three of you or they were just really fucking good at hiding their jealously. Either way, you were still too mind-fucked by Bakugou to even care, so you went along with it. Before leaving you asked once more if they were sure they didn't need help, the two smirked and nodded.

"Okay then, well I'll be in the living room if you need me!"

The two men continued to cook after you skipped away, Kiri washed the knife and cutting board that had a little of your blood on it while Bakugou cut up another onion. They both looked at you in the living room on the floor,looking through the shelf full of movies, and smiled.

"So, you only kissed her?" Bakugou finally spoke.

Kirishima smiled and nodded, "I know you're thinking I bitched out or something, but I didn't. I think we should just take our time with her you know? Plus its unmanly to rush her and unlike you I’m not in a rush to get my dick wet. I mean if shit happens it happens, but I say for now if we can just fool around and once she finally feels like confessing, we both pounce on her, that'll get our point across clearly."

Bakugou grinned wide. "For once you don't sound so stupid Red!"

"I'll take that as a compliment bro!"

Now Bakugou was more impatient than ever to have you for himself tonight, he was pent up and planned on breaking you down no matter what.

"Guys, I'm starving is the food done yet?"

It had been more than 15 minutes later and the smell of food had you drooling as you walked into the kitchen, rubbing your empty belly.

"Yes you gremlin, come make a plate!"

You squealed and eagerly rushed to the stove-top, the duo had made some omelets and they looked delicious. "I love you two so much! Thank you!"

The two smiled at you and both kissed your cheek at the same time, making you blush and giggle, it felt so … normal and natural. You didn't question it, they were cute! So together each of you made a plate and went to the living room where you piled on the couch together. Once again you were the center of a KiriBaku cookie, your back leaning into Kiri's side and your legs draped over Bakugou's lap.

"So what are we watching mama?"

Kiri asked while taking a bite out of his food.

"Scream ! My favorite horror movie!"

Both of the boys shrugged their shoulders, not objecting to it. Halfway into the movie you had offered to take everyone's plates into the kitchen, when you came back you sprawled out on the couch again, this time you laid on your side in the fetal position as your head rested on Kiri's lap and he played with your hair, your legs resting on Bakugou's lap while his arm hung over you thigh. The three of you were comfortable as you laid across them and watched the movie together.

You were now at the climax of the movie, where Sid, Stu and Billy were in the kitchen, the boys telling the girl their plan. You grinned, watching closely and quoting along,

"Sid, don't you blame the movies. Movies don't create psychos, movies make psychos more creative!"

Bakugou smacked you on the ass and glared, "Do you ever shut up, all you've done is quote this shitty movie, how many times have you seen it?

You turned to lay on your back and kicked the blondes knees with an offended look, "Too many times to count! And don't call it shitty, it's a classic Baka-gou!"

Katsuki growled at you sticking your tongue at in a teasing manner, soon a devilish grin crossed his lips, making you freeze. His red eyes looked up to his friend behind you.

"Hold her down Eiji!"

Your eyes widened as you looked back and forth between the two, finally resting on the red-head you pouted. "Kiri, don't listen to him, be a man!"

A sheepish smile crossed Kirishima’s face and you panicked, quickly trying bolt and crawl off the couch, but the boys were fast. Kirishima held your arms down and Bakugou pinned your legs between his knees as he started to violently squeeze and tickle your entire body. You screamed with laughter.

"You fucking sadists!"

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“Defective Detective”

HHHHH-Forgot to post these like an idiot<:”D Also freakin thank you @rainecloud020604 for helping me design the fella <3

This be me cold icecream fella Alfred, a fella whoo trusts no one and wishes to gain back the trust of folks in this world,it’s a reason why he signed up to be a detective, to just give folks some damn hope.Hates failing cause it’s like breaking his promise and pledge to those who trusted em with such. He gets treated horrible by his boss and don’t trust aaaannyone in that station- well, most of the times anyways.

Alfred was inspired by a writing project i had to do for school,a version of em for in inkwell and then a human version<:”D

Hope you all enjoy ^^ The Writing project is below here Warning there is a tad bit of blood and bit of heavy subjects. it’s also long as hell and you don’t have to read such i swear to ya <3 apologies

Alfred’s POV: The rusted, busted joke of a clock hadn’t even struck 10am, and already my nostrils were being assaulted by the strong stench of coffee being brewed. Yep, a very average morning in this broken, little police station of ours, your everyday back breaking and mind crushing routine, oh what fun, right? You get use to all the all-nighters you got to pull and gallons of bitter coffee your knackered body is forced to swallow.

My entire body flinched hearing the erupting laughter burst from my “faithful” colleagues’ mouths. My teeth gritting in an instant with distaste for those gullible idiots. This job is far from some measly joke. It was barely even a week ago-dear lord that jewel of pure disaster. The burning hot blood dripping from my shredded hands, the repulsive smell of smoke and the dreadful ringing of that bullet-

The deafening crash from a stack of paperwork being slammed onto my desk snapped me out of my horrid thoughts, now being greeted with the piercing glare of the devil himself (Or if you prefer, my boss.)

“What are you doing?!”

His booming voice questioned, adding more agony to my aching eardrums. A low growl bubbling in my throat as hatred began to boil in the pit of my stomach. Even though my mind, so desperately wanted to lash back at this man with a snide comment of how he looked like a bin-bag full of coleslaw, wearing that uniform. I sighed silently in defeat and forced the most painful, weakest smile imaginable. Another little part of me, slowly dying this morning as I kissed-up to that filthy pig. But before my forced words could even leave my mouth, his enraged voice filled my ears once more.

“YOU’RE THIS CLOSE TO LOSING THAT BADGE OF YOURS ALFRED!! Your performance has been appalling, and so help me god- one more slip up and you can kiss this job good-bye!”

My lifeless eyes just stared at him blankly, feeling the peering stares of comrades on us now, enjoying every moment of this delightful show of me getting immaturely ridiculed for no reason whatsoever. Guess that would be another thing you get use to here.

All my burned-out mind, could possibly puppeteer my body to do was just simply nod in response, knowing full well he wasn’t even going to dare. Basically, cause this demon absolutely adored tormenting me. Wincing in response as he stormed off back into his office, giving me the succulent chance to glare at him with every step he took, the moment his back was turned.

I didn’t even bother to turn and face the smirking faces of my “loyal” team mates, my dried up eyes instead wandering around my desk and sticking on to the very first file on the stack of paperwork…With an irritated huff, my hands plucked the piece of flimsy paper off of the mountain of sheets and documents. My eyes now scanning every word, as if I was a broken-down robot, doing its destructive routine over and over again.

“Missing. On Friday, 15th of November. A 9-year-old girl, by the name of Riley Grace was reported missing. Her distressed parents reporting once they had come home from a night out together, were greeted with a smashed window, ransacked rooms and their little girl gone. Police have searched the area, unfortunately not finding any leads or whereabouts of the child, or kidnapper- “

I was already scanning the contact info below and my eyes eventually landing on a heart-wrenching picture printed onto the paper. Now I was staring into the eyes of Riley Grace, a photo took in the lush, green fields of this year’s Spring. Her hair as golden as freshly bloomed sunflowers, emerald like eyes, rosy red cheeks, adorable smile and such a precious glow beaming from her face.

My eyes now dulling as a vile taste was planted into my mouth, my heart sinking into my dread filled stomach. Sick. The very first word that came to mind, how utterly sick you’d have to be in the head to do such a horrific thing, but for folks’ misfortune, this city was infested with these disgusting rats.

What was the exact action that lead me to this? Was it the dawning of my ragged, blood-stained jacket? The first steps out of the station and into the freezing cold streets, ready to face such a horrific world and be a “Hero”? Or was it simply the photo I had taken of this twisted gang that lead to me getting caught. Lead me to where I was now…

 Both my legs and heart were burning, like someone had carelessly set them both ablaze to make me suffer more then I already was. Like their deepest and most twisted desire was for my hope of escape to slowly burn with them. At this point I couldn’t even tell if the loud bang in my ears, was my pounding heartbeat, or my bounding footsteps, desperately wanting to escape this living nightmare.

My entire body jumped suddenly feeling the freezing, cold water sink into the fabric of my ragged, ripped clothes, the heaven’s opening and pouring down a damn ocean worth of water onto this god forsaken city. Great. Just wonderful, just perfect! Yes, all I ever wanted tonight was a rage filled storm, just perfect! It fit so well with this entire hell I had gotten myself into!

And just like that my thoughts were shattered into a million pieces, as my bruised face collided and crashed onto the soaking, rough pavement. A sickening crack giving me the most politest reminder, I had broken something once more. Oh, what joy. Tonight, was just getting better by the moment!

I felt my stomach twist horribly, as warm, oozing liquid began to leak from my swollen wounds, sinking deep and deeper into my already filthy clothes. I almost felt sorry for this body of mine, it’s fail skin decorated with too many bruises to count, it’s bines burning and feeling like there were slowly being melted and it’s poor crushed heart felt like it was about to explode at any moment.

 Though everything was in an ungodly amount of pure agony, it was difficult to even register as my mind began to suffocate me in its dreadful fears and darkest worries. Question, after question, regret, after regret. The entire weight of the world on my trembling shoulders, crushing me slowly as my head spun with questions that I pleaded answers for.

Why did I do this? Why this part of town? Why this gang? Why did I even bother being such a “hero”? Regret was the most-deadliest poison of all in my opinion, flowing through my bloodstream and tainting whatever hope I had left.

I knew. This was part of this soul crushing job. Faces would come ang go, your mind just grows use to it…But once it’s your time to bite the dust… Both your heart and soul scream out, pleading and begging. For someone, anyone to save your useless life.

It’s unfortunate how I lost this little, twisted game for “Chase”. My heart rocketing into my throat hearing those horrifying footsteps, echoing through the desolate alleyways.

Closer and closer. Louder and louder. Like a vicious, ferocious predator slowly closing in on its pathetic prey, on its mouth-watering prize… The world around my exhausted eyes began to fade, my broken mind confirming this was truly it, my crimson red blood sinking into the soaking wet pavement. The endless and deafening screams to “get up!” and “run!” were now slowly dying along with my shattered body.

Just I was about to accept my dreadful fate of becoming a new punching bag for this disgusting gang, just like little Riley… The ear-splitting sounds of sirens bursting my already in pain ear drums and jolting my mind awake in an instant. Once more I was consumed by such sickening questions that I would have begged answers for, key word folks is “would”.

My pale body, which was beautifully painted with too many wounds and bruises to keep track of, was still going through with the agonizing progress of shutting down. Even if my mind screamed it to stop.

However, as I slowly was losing my slender grip on this world, my body was suddenly lifted, not by those sick murders that had gave me a terrible beating beforehand. No. Instead the soft touch of my fellow colleagues, their soft and gentle voices filling my ears as they dragged my dying body into the back of what I hoped and prayed to be an ambulance. The blinding lights and voices were all such a blur to me, my body too weak to even keep its eyes open. Giving into the hellish pain and slowly fading out of consciousness.

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Mothers know best

Summary: Since they have been kids, they have been best friends. Since they have been friends, their mothers wanted them to be together. After coming back from the east coast, Felicity takes over a position at Queen Consolidated, the company her best friend will soon take over from his father. Their mothers still push for them to be together, and they seem closer to that goal than ever because wedding bells are ringing. The only problem is that they both plan to get married to someone else.

Rating: Explicit

Previous chapters: 1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9  10  11 12 13  14  15  16  17  18  19  20  21

Author’s note: Here it is, the end of this story. Thanks to everyone who kept liking, reblogging and commenting on this fic. It meant a lot to me that so many joined into this fic and enjoyed reading it so much. You are the best! It’s going to take a while until my next multichapter is going to be posted, but I will update you about the writing process and tell you when to expect the first chapter ahead of time. :)

Chapter 22 of 22: Ikigai

= Reason for living (Japanese)

Within the last seven and a half months, Oliver had thought time and time again that he couldn’t possibly be happier or even just more content. Yet, time and time again, life had proved him wrong. It had just continued making him happier and even more content.

Having both of his girls sleeping in his arms, Oliver was really sure that there was no enhancement possible anymore now. Having both of his girls sleeping in his arms was all the happiness and all the content life could possibly offer to him. There was nothing more life could give him without making his chest burst from all the happiness he was feeling.

Smiling softly, Oliver looked at Felicity. She was nestled against his side, her arms wrapped around him loosely. Her head was resting on his chest, her cheek snuggled to shirt with her nose pressing against it slightly like she wanted to breathe him in with every breath she took in. She looked peaceful as Oliver guessed that giving birth to their baby girl just a couple of hours ago had left her completely out of energy.

He brushed a gentle kiss to the crown of her head and watched the way she smiled in her sleep. She took in a deep breath, pushing her nose even more against his chest. A long sigh fell from her lips before her muscles relaxed against his body again. She just continued sleeping, catching a little more rest.

Oliver turned his head to focus on his other girl. Just like her mother, the little girl was sleeping in his arms. Even in her sleep, she was moving her tiny fingers together like she wanted to hold onto something. Without any hesitation, Oliver combed his fingers through Felicity’s hair one last time before he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and placed his digit between his daughter’s hands. Her fingers wrapped around it, holding onto it tightly and, just like her mother before, she released a long sigh.

In all his life, Oliver had seen maybe three newborn babies. He didn’t have much experience with newborns, and he had never been exactly interested in them either. Still, Oliver knew without any doubt that his daughter was the most beautiful and entirely perfect baby that had ever been born. His whole life would revolve around her from now on.

“She’s so beautiful, isn’t she?”

Surprised, Oliver turned his head to find that Felicity had woken up. She was looking at their daughter. While her entire face showed tiredness, her eyes were wake as the same love he could feel in his heart was sparkling in the expression in her eyes. A soft smile was playing on her lips when she lifted her hand and put it to Oliver’s on their daughter’s stomach.

“The most beautiful girl that has ever been born,” Oliver agreed in a whisper, nodding his head. “No offense.”

Felicity chuckled and placed a kiss on his shoulder through his shirt before she replied, “None taken.”

They stayed like this for a long moment, just watching their daughter and enjoying the moment as the little family they were now. It was still so new, but it felt so incredibly right. Since he and Felicity had left the friendzone and finally become lovers, it had always been that way. Everything about them and their family was absolutely right.

The last year had brought a lot of troubles. Everything between Felicity moving to Starling City to their wild Las Vegas wedding had been utter chaos. There were so many things they regretted about how they had handled things. The cheating and the lying and the denial of what was right had just been utterly wrong, and there was no apology for what they had done. It would forever be a dark spot in their lives, but they wouldn’t let that taint what they had. It wouldn’t do good to either of them now that they were together and everything about it was finally right.

Even after that wedding, there had still been a lot of trouble as everyone around them had started to get used to them being together and having a family together and leading a company together. People had whispered behind their backs, reminding them of all the chaos they had created and all the people they had hurt with their actions.

This last year had been incredibly tough. It would forever be with them, but they would still move forward. There was so much they still had to enjoy, and they couldn’t let any past mistakes stop them from that.  

Hence, it had been the best kind of surprise when their baby girl’s birth had worked out without any unexpected troubles.

Ariana Rose Queen-Smoak had been born at 10am after thirteen hours of labor. At 19.6 inches and 7.2 pound, she was perfectly healthy. Her lungs, as her loud cries had proved, had developed perfectly during the last nine months of pregnancy. Her breathing had been deep and even, her heartbeat perfectly strong. Oliver couldn’t have been any prouder.

Holding Ariana now and feeling her heartbeat against his chest, Oliver still couldn’t believe that this tiny human being was made by Felicity and him. He doubted that he’d ever really believe it. All he could hope for was that he’d eventually get used to it.

Moving up the bed a little, so she could sit up and lean back into the pillows, Felicity reached out her arms to take Ariana from him. Oliver brushed a kiss against the little girl’s forehead before he handed her over to her mother. As soon as Ariana was rested safely in Felicity’s arms, kept warm against her chest, he wrapped both of his arms around the two of them.

Holding them felt like his most favorite thing to do now. Growing up with expensive toys and other luxurious stuff had made it hard to really appreciate what he had. He had taken too many things for granted, but that was different now. He knew that he would never take Felicity’s or Ariana’s presence in his life for granted. Never.

“Everything I love is right in my arms,” Oliver whispered against the crown of Felicity’s hair. “I have never been happier.”

Felicity smiled, angling her head back. “You’ve said that a couple of times before already.”

“I know.” Oliver chuckled. “And I meant it every time.”

The expression in Felicity’s eyes softened, and she rested her head back against his shoulder, leaning on him. Without saying anything, she took in his face thoroughly. The corners of her lips twitched as she was still smiling at him.

“This last year brought a lot of changes.”

Oliver nodded his head. “Good changes though.”

“The best of changes.” Felicity smiled, turning her head to look at Ariana again, who was still sleeping so very peacefully. “Especially as long as she sleeps like an angel.”

“Let’s hope that is not going to change when we take her home tonight.”

Even if that changed and Ariana turned out to be one of the babies that cried basically all day, Oliver knew that he’d still be as happy as he possibly could be. He’d be exhausted without any doubt, but he’d still be happy. He was together with the woman he loved more than he had ever loved anyone else, and they got to raise their baby together. There was nothing that could overshadow this happiness for him.

“Speaking of home,” Oliver said eventually, clearing his throat, “there is something we have to discuss.”

“I know.” Felicity sighed. “We have to find a new place to stay. Our townhouse just doesn’t offer enough space to raise Ariana there the way we want to raise her. I love our townhouse, but I know we have to move out. I am not even trying to make finding a new place harder than it ought to be, but I just couldn’t picture the three of us in any of the places we saw and-“

“I know,” Oliver hurried to say and tightened his arms around her. “I know you are not trying to make it harder. I actually didn’t like any of the houses we have seen enough to live there either. We are both aiming for perfect, and I think that is what we deserve.”

After everything they had been through and all the obstacles they had had to overcome, they didn’t deserve anything less than perfect. They had had a hard start, so he’d make sure that everything was exactly the way they wanted it to be from now on.

“At first, I thought that there was no perfect place for us to live,” Oliver said quietly. “I thought that we just wanted too much. I mean we wanted everything and everything at once. I thought maybe that was the problem.”

Felicity frowned, looking at his face intensely. He could see that she didn’t like the thought because, just like he himself, she really wanted their home to be perfect. She didn’t want to settle for second best.

“Then I figured that the reason we didn’t find something that clicked with us was that we were searching at the wrong spots,” Oliver continued after a moment. “We already have our perfect home. We just forgot about it.”

Scrunching up her nose slightly, Felicity cleared her throat. “If you suggest kicking your parents out of the mansion and moving into that giant palace ourselves, I-“

“No, no.”

Oliver chuckled at the bare panic in Felicity’s eyes. It was the same expression that had been on her face back when she had been a kid and she had first moved into the mansion with her mother. Once she had been over the shock of being uprooted from her home and her life in Las Vegas and had been dragged to Starling City instead, she had taken in her new home with the same disapproving expression that was on her face now.

That look on her face back then had told him that Felicity wouldn’t want to live in the mansion or any place that was similar to it. She wasn’t the kind of woman to live in a palace with a dozen of people that made sure the chores were taken care of. She loved a smaller life, something intimate that was just for the family, just like he himself preferred it too.

“Our treehouse.”

Oliver bit down on his tongue as he watched the different reactions playing on Felicity’s face, almost the same way they did after he had proposed to her in their kitchen months ago. She looked confused, then amused and finally confused again.

“The treehouse is nice and cozy, but it lacks space. I mean it’s even smaller than our townhouse. Significantly smaller, I might add. I don’t mind living in a tiny home with you because I could never feel crowded as long as it’s just us, but that treehouse is maybe a hundred square feet which is even little for the most in-love people. It’s also quite difficult to reach with a car or even a stroller, never mind the lack of electricity and water supply.”

Biting down on his tongue, Oliver just continued to watch Felicity. He guessed that she still had to be very exhausted from giving birth because she didn’t talk herself into one of her rambles that would just go on and on until he framed her face with his hands and kissed her. Finally, that was how he could end her rambles instead of putting a hand to her shoulder and making her stop that way.

Felicity didn’t miss his silence, and she could probably see his amusement on his face too. Pursing her lips, she cocked her head and looked at him intensely.

“You don’t mean that we should move into the treehouse.”

“No,” Oliver replied lightly, tapping the tip of his finger against the tip of her nose. “Dad agreed to clear some of the forest land though. That way, we can build a house there, and we will have our treehouse in our garden.”

The moment he had thought back to the treehouse, that they hadn’t visited since the morning of Christmas Eve because Oliver hadn’t wanted Felicity to climb up that ladder anymore, he had turned the car and visited his father at home. On his way to the mansion, he had already been able to see what their home would look like. He knew exactly what cozy, little house they would build there, and he had been eager to start building it since the moment his father had agreed with the plan.

“You hear that, Ariana?” Felicity whispered to their daughter. “Daddy wants us to die like in all the good horror movies we will watch together in twenty years.”

Oliver was temporarily distracted by Felicity calling him ‘daddy’. The word made his heart stumble. She had said it before, but now it felt even more true. He really was a daddy now, daddy of a perfectly healthy and unbelievably beautiful baby girl.

Soon, he focused back onto the conversation at hand though. “Don’t worry. The forest is well protected. Dad showed me the location of the treehouse on the map. We can build a path from northwest. That way, not too much of the forest has to be cleared to lead to our home. It would also be far enough away from the mansion for us to enjoy some time alone and yet close enough so Raisa can drop Ariana at my parents’ place if we have some spontaneous meetings coming up late.”

Felicity perked up her eyebrows. “You stole Raisa from your parents?”

“No.” Oliver smiled innocently and brushed his fingertips over Ariana’s scalp. “They would have never let me steal Raisa. Ariana stole her.”

Oliver could see how hard she was trying to bite back her amusement and to look at him judgingly instead. She puckered her lips and cocked her head.

“You used our daughter to snap your parents’ house staff away from them?”

“I would have used everything and everyone to snap Raisa away from them,” Oliver replied matter-of-factly. “It’s Raisa after all.”

Felicity smiled, and he was sure that he had made the right decision. Raisa had helped raising the two of them. She was the right one to help raising Ariana now.

“So, you agree on Raisa,” he stated. “What do you say about the idea of moving into the forest and towards our treehouse?”

Felicity’s smile widened even more. “I love it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Felicity straightened up a little and brushed her lips to the underside of his chin. “I love it very much.”

Tightening his arms around her, Oliver leaned in and captured Felicity’s lips in a gentle kiss. Their tongues moved together in a slow dance. Everything inside of Oliver focused on Felicity for a moment. All that mattered was her and all that existed was her.

The low cry Ariana released made Oliver pull back and break the kiss to watch his newborn daughter instead. She was squirming in Felicity’s arms slightly, telling them that she was awake now. Her eyes opened every now and then, but they were never opened for long, and she didn’t manage to really look at anything for long yet. According to the books he had read, Oliver knew that it would take another few weeks until Ariana would really look at him.

Oliver had no words to describe how much he loved Ariana. If anyone had asked him twenty-four hours ago, he wouldn’t have thought that it was possible to love someone this much. He had loved this baby the moment Felicity had told him that she was pregnant. It was nothing compared to how much his love had increased when he had been able to first hold Ariana in his arms though.

Nothing would ever be able to compare to that again.

“Will you tell me now?”

Perking up his eyebrows, Oliver looked at Felicity. “Tell you what?”

Felicity smiled. “The secret you shared with Ariana during our wedding night.”

Oliver couldn’t help but smile. So many things had happened before and after that night. Still, Felicity remembered that moment of maybe fifteen seconds when he had whispered something to their unborn baby. He shouldn’t be surprised and he wasn’t actually surprised. It was just so much like Felicity to remember something like that.

“It wasn’t actually a secret,” Oliver replied eventually while Felicity’s gaze was still lingering on him. “I asked her something.”

Felicity perked up her eyebrow. “What did you ask her?”

“I asked her to be a girl:”

Surprised glimpsed in Felicity’s eyes. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Oliver chuckled almost a little embarrassedly and massaged the back of his neck. “I grew up with girls. I mean my little sister is a girl, and my best friend is and has been a girl for as long as I can remember. I get along with girls, better than I do with boys, I guess. It felt like a legit question to ask, and, as you can see, Ariana and I have that special bond where she does what I ask of her.”

Grinning, Felicity cocked her head. “Do you need more tutoring in biology? I mean that is not actually how the sex of a baby is determined.”

“It’s not?”

“No,” Felicity replied with a wide smile, “but I leave it to you. I don’t want to disillusion you.”

“You couldn’t disillusion me even if you tried to,” Oliver replied, pecking her lips. “Not today.”

They turned their heads to watch Ariana silently once more. The little girl had fallen back asleep in Felicity’s arms peacefully. She was sleeping quietly, breathing in and out with an even rhythm that Oliver felt weirdly comforting.

When Felicity yawned, Oliver rubbed his hand up and down her arm slowly. Placing a kiss against her hairline, he leaned his cheek against the crown of her head. Felicity sighed and snuggled even closer to him in response.

“Are you tired?”

“Exhausted rather than tired,” Felicity replied, yawning once more. “Getting this baby out of me was quite exhausting.”

“I wouldn’t have noticed.” Oliver grinned. “I mean you did have enough energy to almost break my hand with your death grip.”

Felicity glared at him with mocking anger. “Really? Do you want to switch places the next time?”

For a second, Oliver considered if he should tell Felicity that she had just alluded to having a second baby. He decided to keep the conversation lightly though. They had been parents for less than twenty-four hours so far, so maybe they should delay the planning of any siblings for a while. They should at least explore what it was like to be parents of one kid before they even considered adding another into the mix.

“Oh, I don’t think I would look that graceful when I tried to do that.”

Felicity pursed her lips, knowing that he was just teasing her, and pushed her elbow into his ribs. Oliver just chuckled though.

“Maybe you should sleep for a little longer,” Oliver suggested, brushing his fingers through Felicity’s hair when she yawned a third time within this minute. “Catch some rest. You had an exhausting day.”

Making herself more comfortable at his side, Felicity angled her head back to look at him. She was frowning slightly.

“I am surprised our mothers didn’t show up yet to argue who Ariana looks like and to hand us all kind of unnecessary and unwelcome advice.”

Oliver chuckled, kissing her temple. “They arrived here eight minutes after we texted them that Ariana was born.”

“How did you manage to keep them out?” Felicity asked in a whisper. “I imagined them storming in here and ripping Ariana from our arms the moment they arrived.”

Oliver didn’t doubt that they had the power to do so. When they had arrived here right after Felicity and Ariana had fallen asleep, he had had trouble to keep them out of the room. Only telling them that both of them were fine but in need of some well-deserved sleep, they had agreed to sit down in front of the room and wait until the two had caught some rest.

“On our wedding day, I vowed to always protect the two of you, so that is what I will do.”

Felicity frowned. “I don’t think that was in your wedding vows.”

“I think it was.”

“I don’t think so.”

Oliver shrugged his shoulders. “Then I vow that to you now. Felicity, I will always protect Ariana and you.”

“Even from our mothers?”

“Especially from our mothers.”

Felicity smiled warmly. “Good.”

Oliver leaned in and brushed another kiss against Felicity’s lips, sealing his promise to her. He loved his two girls so much that he knew he’d jump in front of a car to protect them. Handling their mothers might be more dangerous than jumping in front of a car, but he’d do that too. He’d do everything to keep them safe.

“I’d still like to wait a little before we introduce Ariana to anyone else,” Felicity told him when she rested her head against his shoulder once more. “Just until we get used to this.”

She tightened her arms around Ariana when she said those words. Oliver felt his arms tighten around the two of them too.

“So, I tell them to come back in eighteen to twenty years?”

Felicity smiled. “Spending twenty years just like this sounds perfect to me.”

“Yeah,” Oliver agreed. “Sounds perfect to me too.”

Everything that included Felicity, Ariana and him to be together for as long as possible sounded perfect to him. He could forever live in his moment as long as he just got to hold them.

When Felicity’s lids grew heavy again and tiredness threatened to take her away, she handed Ariana back to him. Oliver wrapped an arm around their daughter safely and put the other around Felicity’s shoulders while she was snuggling back into her sleeping position at his side. It took less than a minute for her breath to even out and her muscles to relax as she fell asleep.

Oliver placed a kiss into her hair and rested his nose there to breathe her in. As soon as Ariana moved in his arms, he turned his head to look at his daughter. His cheek stayed rested against the crown of Felicity’s head though.

“Hey,” he whispered quietly when Ariana turned her head right and left, her eyes opening and looking around. “Did you have enough sleep for now?”

Ariana let out a little sound, not really a cry but something like a sweet sigh. Oliver smiled as it was a new sound for him, one he felt already carving into his heart.

“Well, now that it’s only us again,” he continued to whisper, not wanting to wake Felicity and not wanting to frighten Ariana either, “I guess it’s time for me to give you a first taste of daddy’s wisdom. I wouldn’t really call myself wise, especially given who your mommy is, but I think I have three little things to tell you that will make your life a lot easier. Ready to hear them?”

Again, Ariana let out a little sigh. Oliver knew it was probably just his imagination, but he felt like his little girl was turning a little in his arms like she was trying to get even close to him.

“Okay, here’s the first,” he said and lifted Ariana a little close to his face. “There are no people on this earth that love you as much as mommy and daddy do. Some people might tell you that you have been an accident or the circumstances surrounding your birth have been crappy or whatever, but please don’t ever doubt that mommy and I wanted you and loved you from the first second on. The moment we knew about you, our entire life revolved around you, and it always will. We two will always love you, no matter what you say or do. You can always come to us.”

He was sure that it was the most obvious of the three wisdoms he wanted to share with her.

“The second is not less important.” Oliver smiled. “Always chase your dreams, no matter how unreachable they seem. If you really want something, you gotta work to make it happen. It might be scary and it might cause trouble, but you can only be happy if you aim for what you really want and need. Always.”

For way too long, Oliver had tried to hold onto what was right and what he thought was supposed to be. It had almost cost him what he really wanted and what he really needed in his life. It had almost cost him everything he was holding in his arms right now.

“And the last wisdom for your first day on earth,” Oliver continued after a moment, “is that mommy always knows best. I mean mothers in general always know best, but your mommy in particular. I mean she is the smartest woman I have ever met, and I really hope that you grow up to as beautiful and as smart as she is. And because she is your mother, she will love you and just know best what is good for me. Trust me on that because my mommy knew what was best for me too, long before I knew it actually.”

These last months since he and Felicity had told their mothers about everything that had happened, they hadn’t stopped telling them that they could have found this blissful kind of happiness if they had just listened to them. Oliver knew that they were right. If he and Felicity hadn’t fought against their mother’s wishes for them to be together for so long, maybe they would have found their way to each other more easily.

Sometimes, people just had to learn the hard way. It might have been more comfortable and less painful for everyone involved otherwise, but Oliver wasn’t sure if he’d be here, with his wife and his daughter in his arms, if they had taken the easy way.

Oliver lifted Ariana in his arms until he could brush his lips against her forehead. When he opened his eyes, for almost a second, it looked like Ariana was looking right back at him. The next moment, she was squirming in his arms again slightly, turning her head to the right and to the left like she was just getting used to having a body she could move.

It was adorable and heartwarming at the same time.

“Oh, and Ariana,” he whispered, leaning his head down once more to whisper into her ear with a wide grin on his lips, “we don’t tell your grannies about this. Ever.”

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The Jersey - Calum Hood

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Description: In high school, it’s a fact that if you’re a guy on a sports team, a girl of your choice gets to wear your spare jersey to the game. What happens when the star player, Calum Hood, only has one game left in his soccer career and hasn’t given his to anyone, ever?

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“Okay Cal, out of all the girls that ask to wear a jersey just to be petty, I’ve chosen one.” You sigh, leaning against the couch and looking behind it to where he’s standing.

You two go through this every week. Calum is #1 on the team and he’s the only guy who’s never given his jersey to anyone. Most guys on the team give them to their girlfriends or whoever they’ve been talking to that week. Others find girls that are only trying to wear one to make someone else jealous.

So many girls come up to you and Calum at school asking to be considered for this weeks game. He always took note of her name which led to this.

“What’s her name?”

“Ashley, the girl who came up to us after Chem a couple of days ago. I’ve asked around and as far as I know, she doesn’t have any issues with anyone else. You wouldn’t be caught in the middle with this one.”

That was really the point of the lists. Calum liked to stay out of the whole “wearing a jersey to make someone else jealous” situation. He’s not one for drama.

“Don’t like her. I’ll wait until next week to pick someone.” He says, uninterested. You roll your eyes at him and sigh.

Honestly, you should’ve given up a long time ago. And you would’ve, but Calum is the one who asks for these lists. It’s been 3 years now that you’ve made one for every soccer game there is, and he’s never said yes.

It’s a little bit frustrating, but you’re his best friend and you like to make him happy. For the first year or so you thought maybe you’d get to wear the jersey, maybe as like a default until he found a girlfriend he liked, but he never asked. Making the lists made you feel a little bit better about that though because if he didn’t want you to wear it you could pick someone that was good for him.

It didn’t stop him from always shooting it down. You’d worn a couple of other guys jerseys before and each time Calum would pout and say he was supposed to be the one you’re cheering on. You saved yourself from an argument and laughed it off.

“Next week is senior night, our last game. The most important.” I throw my notepad onto his coffee table and he pads over to collapse onto the couch next to me.

“I know. I’ll figure something out.” Calum pulls his phone out of his pocket and scrolls through his Instagram feed.

“You don’t have to give it to anyone. Let your mom wear it or something.” You tuck your knees under yourself and pull a blanket around you.

“They’re giving us shirts for our parents to wear when they walk us out at the beginning.” He mumbles and you can tell something put him in a bad mood in the last five minutes because he wasn’t like this earlier.

“Okay well I’ve gotta go but I’ll see you in the morning. You good, Cal?” You pat his leg and wait a second for confirmation from him. All you get in response is “mhm” and a sigh.

You decide to leave anyway because if you stay and ask he’ll get defensive and you two already argued about something stupid earlier in the day. It wasn’t worth it.

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The next days game was pretty uneventful because your school was projected to win by a landslide and they did. Seeing Calum happy and screaming with his team made you happy after this funk he’s been in for the last couple days.

He meets up with you at the fence and you let him know you’re going to skip out on the after party that you two usually go to together. After your goodbyes, you head home and look forward to actually sleeping in the next day. (A tradition you started, no one could bother you before noon every Saturday.)

And that’s why when several loud knocks ring through your house at 10am, you’re more than annoyed. Way past grumpy, you trudge down the stairs and swing open the door. You’re ready to tell this person off, but you can’t once you see Calum. He looks like he’s also just woken up. His hair is a mess and his hoodie sleeves are pulled over his knuckles.

“Calum? It’s not even 11am and you know I sleep on Saturdays so can we-“

“No, I need to come in now. I have a plan. I woke up and I needed to tell someone.” He lifts your arm that’s holding the door open but also preventing him from stepping inside.

By the time you turn around, you just barely see his feet disappearing at the top of the stairs. After you shut the front door, you yawn and amble after him.

Calum is sitting in the middle of your bed, a blanket draped over his shoulders and your notebook in front of him. When you get closer you realize he also has your favorite pen resting between his lips.

“Scoot over.” You grumble, pushing him a little bit so you can sit down too. Your head falls to his shoulder and you knuckle your eyes to keep from falling asleep.

“I have a plan for who I’m giving my jersey to for the last game and it’s going to be big. You want to hear it?”

You weigh your options as you realize this isn’t the first time you heard this. Last night at the game, you’d been sitting being some juniors talking about him but you hadn’t really paid attention because you figured it was just a rumor. News like that was passed around every week, yet he still hadn’t ever committed.

“Sure, who is it?”

“Not telling. Only you and Kyle will know the plan but no one gets to know who. So...”

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Finally, Thursday came around again. Game days were Fridays but the day before was when the pep rallies and celebrations were. It didn’t make a lot of sense to anyone but the athletic coaches. They were the ones that insisted the soccer boys only attend three of their classes on game day and spend the rest of the time leading up to the event in the locker room or in the turf room.

You were happy that Calums plan was taking place today, but only because afterward, he’d stop talking your ear off about it. You tried not to be bitter, and you succeeded when he was around. When he wasn’t, it was a different story.

You really wanted to not feel bitter about it. You were his best friend, and of course he didn’t have a crush on you like you did him. It was easy to hide until something like this happened. You knew him better than anyone else, so why couldn’t he just let you wear the damn jersey to make you happy? Why couldn’t someone make a grand gesture like Calum was about to?

To be fair, you never asked because you didn’t want to make it seem like it was a big deal when you’d been telling him he didn’t have to give it to anyone for three years.

You were fine until you were in your elective that usually only freshman take, but since you needed an easy A you signed up anyway. Big mistake. She’d approached you with something like,” Oh, you’re Y/N?”

You’d replied, trying to be nice at first but losing all cool once she rolled her eyes. “You’re not thinking it’ll be you, right? He’s had three years to give it to you, what would make him want to know? I’ve seen pictures, you looked better back then.”

After that, it was hard not to think about it. Especially since that was the last class you had to attend before the pep rally. Calum was waiting outside afterward, just like he always was. He immediately noticed that you looked upset.

“Y/N? What’s the matter?” He pulled you to the side and away from the students filing out of the classroom.

“Nothing, but I think I’m going home. The pep rally isn’t really where I want to be right now.” You shake your head and his eyes immediately filled with worry. You kind of hate yourself for ruining his good mood.

“What? No. The plan takes place at the pep rally. You’re my best friend, and I need you there. Without you I can’t do it.” You knew what it looked like when Calum started to panic, and this was it. Wide eyes, hands holding tight to yours, fast breaths, he had it all.

“Okay okay. I’m standing by the door though, not sitting with the crowd. You’re going to do great anyway, with or without me.” You look him in the eyes and give his arms a squeeze before you turn both of you toward the gym.

“Fuck, it’s so nerve wracking and people have been talking about it all day. Kyle must’ve been a snitch. Maybe I shouldn’t do it.” Calum rambled nervously as you two made your way through the halls. This time, all eyes were on him much more than normal.

“No, you can do this. Come on, let’s go.” You tugged on his sleeve and got him to follow.

“Fine.”

We enter the gym and you give him one more reassuring look before you join your favorite teacher next to the door. Usually, only the teachers stand up, but she never minded hiding you with her.

Calum went to join the team on the benches at the side of the court. Your hands were sweaty now, what if the girl he chose said no? What if he got humiliated in front of the whole high school? You knew as his best friend that you needed to support him but you also had to prepare to do some damage control if something went wrong.

You’re almost knocked over by the cheerleaders entering the big room with the dance team following right after. The crowd of students immediately starts to get hyper, rustling in their seats and starting to scream and yell. It’s the biggest game of the season and it’ll be a close one. Your school has only beat your opponent once before.

You never were the biggest fan of the pep rallies, but you were Calum’s biggest fan which meant you had to be there to support the speech he always gave at the end. It wasn’t super important, just rallying up the students and telling them they need to come to support the boys the following night. He was good at capturing the attention of the whole crowd.

So just for him, you sat through the cheerleaders showing off their perfected competition chants and stunts, as well as the dance team doing their choreographed routine. A lump in your throat formed as you were getting closer to what you knew was coming.

“Now your captain, Calum Hood, will give his speech.”

You swore you could hear a pin drop as Cal stood up and took the microphone. Everyone was silent and waiting for what he was going to say. Or maybe just you were, not everyone else knew the plan. It felt like even your heart needed to take a deep breath.

“Let’s go Panthers!!” He screams, fist-pumping in the air. The crowd goes wild, everyone’s jumping and screaming “Go Panthers!” It’s a little bit ridiculous how excited everyone gets.

“Alright alright. You know how this goes, right? We need every one of you to come out and support us tomorrow! Students get in free and parents for only one dollar. Let’s show the Bison that we didn’t come to play!” Calum makes some kind of grunt or groaning noise and cheers erupt again. A smile starts to grow on your face because you notice how happy Calum is. This is the last time he’ll get to hype up the crowd. It’ll be passed to the next senior captain. Although, you didn’t think anyone was ever as good at it as Calum.

“Okay, just one last thing,” Cal raises an arm and points his index finger so everyone is quiet, “I’m sure you all know that I’ve been holding on to this for quite some time.”

He turns his back to the crowd and picks his spare jersey up from his seat. It’s the green one, your favorite. They get to wear the navy ones for home games. The crowd falls silent, everyone anticipating the next move. Even you feel your chest tighten.

“So I’ve decided that there’s only one person special enough to give it to. I apologize for not asking sooner, but Y/N, will you wear my jersey tomorrow?” Calum turns and looks directly at you. You feel like you have tunnel vision and you can’t see or hear anything other than him.

The teacher next to you has to push you forward a little bit to get your feet moving, but once they do they don’t stop. You might look silly running across the court, but it doesn’t matter because Calum’s smile is so big.

As soon as your bodies collide, he picks you up into his arms and spins both of you around. That’s when you hear it, the deep roaring sound of the team behind you hooping and hollering. Unbeknownst to you, everyone had been cheering for you and Calum (give or take the few jealous freshman girls). Everyone knew it was a long time coming and that now it was finally happening.

Finally, Calum sets you both down and you immediately take the jersey from his hands. “I hate you for making me sad all day because I didn’t think it was going to be me!”

You lightly shove his chest and he chuckles. “It’s always going to be you, Y/N.”

Then, from behind you, someone clears their throat and you realize that the principal is waiting for Calum to dismiss everyone like he always does. He looks at you before he brings the mic up to his mouth. “And for the last time from me...”

He holds the microphone between both of you and counts to three. “GO PANTHERS!”

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Coming to the games was never hard because Calum was good at what he does. You love watching him. It doesn’t matter if he’s on the field playing and communicating with his teammates by calling out play names or if he’s got them in a huddle to hype them up.

Senior night is always emotional. The parents walk each boy onto the field to be introduced for the last time, and then when the game ends you all hold your breaths until the lights are shut out because it’s the last time you’ll ever be here as students.

At the last buzzer, indicating a Panthers victory, the field is flooded with students. Your senior class was one of the best. In the past, there had been classes that hated each other and never did any cool pranks because they couldn’t get along. Your class was the opposite. You were like a big family.

You got caught up in the crowd but soon realized everyone was forming the traditional “senior circle,” so you had to jump in line and wait to find Calum. Together, everyone rocked side to side while you all sang the school alma mater one more time. Even the soccer boys were crying.

As you sang, you scanned the circle to look for the one person you wanted to see. Finally, you found him, directly across from you. Calum smiles even bigger when he sees you and you think he winks at you but it’s a big circle and your eyesight isn’t the best.

The song comes to an end and cheers erupt from everyone around you. Emotion swells in your heart. There’s only one more semester of high school and then you’re out of here. On to bigger and better things.

Truth is, you didn’t know how it could get better than this. The girls next to you broke the chain by letting go of your hands and you took off for Calum. He was coming toward you also. You met smack dab in the middle of the field. You didn’t hesitate to jump into his arms and wrap your legs around his waist.

Calum is laughing underneath you and when you pull away you can see that his eyes are getting misty. You know you have tear trails down your cheeks but you just laugh with him. “You gettin emotional on me, Y/L/N?”

“Shut up. You know you’ll miss all of this.” Calum continues to hold you by the waist as you gesture around to everyone and everything.

“Damn right I will.” Calum sets you back onto your feet and steps back. His eyes trail you up and down and you raise your eyebrows. “Look at you in that jersey. I should’ve given it to you a long time ago, it looks better on you than it ever did me.”

You roll your eyes at him and reach up to hug him again. “You’re right, dumbass, I waited for three years.”

Calum’s shoulders shake with laughter because that’s all the two of you seemed to do when you were together, laugh. “Okay, I deserved that one.”

You didn’t notice that most people around you had turned to watch the two of you. You didn’t know that the whole soccer team had been teasing Calum about not being man enough to kiss you earlier, so they were all waiting for it to happen. It’s silent between you and Calum for a beat, but he starts talking again.

“I know it’s way overdue, but would you want to be my girl?” His cheeks are rosy but not from the game he just played. Your heart soars at him calling you “his girl.”

“Of course I would.” You smile and wipe at your cheeks that were cold now because your tears had dried.

Calum doesn’t say anything else, he leans down with his hand on the back of your neck and pulls you into a kiss. You’d never spent a lot of time imagining what kissing Calum would be like, but it wouldn’t have been able to compare to this.

Whoops and hollers ring out around you and it only pumps you with more adrenaline than you already had. Calum is the first to pull away. “We might’ve won the soccer game, but you’re the best prize.”

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One Year (And Many More)  Written for Femslash February - Prompt: Kitchen

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It had been one year, one entire year, since Clary waltzed into Izzy’s life and changed everything. Izzy couldn’t believe how fast the time had flown or how slowly it had passed. She figured that was a good sign, or so all the relationship articles told her. One year with Clary had felt like a second and a millenium all in one with every soft kiss they experienced, every loving night they spent together, and every morning they shared a pillow. 

Izzy had always thought about how well Clary had treated her. She had received flowers on random days of the week, jewelry that ‘called out’ to Clary, and surprise lunch dates when Izzy could barely think of stepping outside her lab. She had never felt more special in the last year and it was decidedly all because of Clary. 

Naturally, Izzy took it upon herself to plan the milestone date as she had never really taken initiative to plan extravagant dates in the past. All she wanted was to treat Clary like she deserved to be treated. So in the morning when the restaurant she had made a reservation for called with a scheduling error, she was pretty pissed. Even more pissed when the flowers she had ordered to be delivered to Clary’s 10am art class ended up on her doorstep. And the final straw that broke any patience she had left was when she was called into work because her incompetent intern couldn’t aliquot a sample correctly. 

When 4pm rolled around and Clary was due back at their apartment in two hours, Izzy was panicking. Her panicked self decided it would be a good idea to call Alec, because he had somehow managed to keep Magnus around for five years, he must have some sound advice. She was wrong. 

“Cook her dinner? Cook her dinner, Alec?!” Izzy yelled, pulling her phone away from her ear to make sure he could hear her frustration. She groaned as she threw herself on the couch, watching the clock tick closer to Clary’s arrival. She heard Alec’s heavy sigh on the other end of the line and mimicked it. 

“Iz, it’s Clary,” he said, his voice filled with exasperation. Izzy went to argue but Alec cleared his throat in frustration. “You could burn down your entire kitchen on your anniversary and Clary would be happy to have the free charcoal.” Izzy couldn’t help but laugh because he wasn’t wrong. She felt her shoulders relax as her nervousness seemed to fizzle away. 

“Thank you, big brother,” Izzy said softly. She hung up the phone and got to work. She pulled out her tablet and set it up on the counter, pulling up the most simple recipe for Clary’s favorite meal she could find. She wanted something special that day. And since it was Clary’s favorite and held significance to their first official date, she figured it was a good choice. She pulled out all of the ingredients and threw them into a bowl, deciding that it wasn’t too hard to throw together a salad. She mixed together the vinegar, oil, mustard, sugar, salt and pepper and nodded happily. She smelled the dish to be sure it was perfect and hummed contentedly. She shrugged as she placed the giant bowl on the table before pouring two glasses of red wine. She heard the door open and beamed at Clary as she entered. 

“Sweetie?” Clary called as she walked in and saw the table set up. Izzy smiled wider and gestured toward the table, the wilting flowers and the soggy salad causing a frown to form on her face. 

“I, uh, made you…” Izzy’s voice trailed off when Clary looked questioningly at the set up. “Happy anniversary?” Izzy said as she raised her hands in surrender. Clary dropped her school bag and ran up to Izzy, cupping her face in her hands and kissing her softly. 

“Happy anniversary, Isabelle. You didn’t have to do any of this!” Clary squealed as she skipped over to the table and sat down, her hands resting in her lap as she waited for Izzy. Izzy’s smile appeared back on her face and she silently thanked Alec for the suggestion. 

“You always do so much for me, Clary. I… You deserve the world,” Izzy said as she sat in her own seat and reached her hand across the table. Clary laced their fingers together, using her other hand to scoop the salad onto her plate. Izzy watched her, neither of them able to contain their smiles. She let go of Clary’s hand to plate her own salad and frowned at the damp leaves. Clary clapped her hands together and hit the bottom of her fork on the table, as if to get Izzy’s attention. 

“One year ago today, we finally admitted our feelings over a burrata salad,” Clary said gently as she tilted her head at Izzy. Izzy nodded, glad that Clary remembered her unplanned, stuttered confession over a lunch Clary surprised her with. 

“And our lives have only gotten better with each other in it,” Izzy cheered as she lifted her wine glass, clanging it against Clary’s. They both took a sip and Izzy sighed as the wine burned down her throat, a pleasant heat she welcomes after the stress of the day. She watched as Clary picked up a few leaves coated in dressing and crinkled her nose at Izzy before placing the bite in her mouth. The minute it hit her tongue, Clary coughed and her eyes widened. Izzy set her wine glass down with a bang as she ran to Clary’s side, patting her back softly. 

“I’m okay, I’m fine,” Clary reassured as she took a few gulps of her wine. Izzy winced and rested her forehead on Clary’s temple. 

“It’s a salad. I didn’t think I could fuck up our anniversary salad,” Izzy complained, squeezing her eyes shut. The only indication that Clary was laughing at her was the slight shake of her shoulders and Izzy pulled away, a pout on her lips. “Babe,” Izzy elongated the vowel as she whined and Clary laughed a little harder. She reached up and threaded her fingers in Izzy’s hair, tugging her down to place a gentle kiss on her pout. 

“I’m sure Maia would love to bring us an anniversary dinner from Taki’s, Iz. It’s not that big of a deal,” Clary said as she pushed her chair back and pulled Izzy onto her lap. Izzy wrapped her arms around Clary’s neck and nuzzled her face into her neck. 

“One year of dating and I still haven’t figured out this ‘good girlfriend’ thing.” Izzy felt Clary shaking her head and the comforting hand on her back. 

“One year of dating and I’m still surprised at how much I love you,” Clary whispered as she nudged Izzy’s head up to look into her eyes. Izzy nodded and pressed their lips together, savoring the familiar taste of Clary on her lips. 

“Cheers to another year?” Izzy inquired as she reached for Clary’s wine glass and took a giant gulp before handing the glass over. 

“Cheers to forever,” Clary insisted as she took her own gulp. And Izzy couldn’t not kiss her.