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Not Strong Enough (Chap 6)

Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

(pictures not mine)

Summary: Jenna was visiting her mom in the hospital to drop off the food that will be eaten for the hospital party, but she met a resident surgeon and she thought "God forbid I ran into an accident, but I want her to open me and stitch me up." While the surgeon tries her best to keep her fan girling low-key.

Warning: curse words.

A/N: uhm, hi thanks for waiting, enjoy!

Words: 2.6K

Masterlist

Chap 1 | Chap 2 | Chap 3 | Chap 4 | Chap 5

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Chap 6

"What the fuck is happening?" Ava said as she enters the breakroom, Y/N is breathing with the help of a paper bag, Beatrice on her side guiding her how to properly breathe, and Camila in front of them with her phone out capturing every moment that Y/N is losing.

"You should've entered earlier Ava, Y/N was panicking because Y/N is going to have dinner with Jenna's family tonight" Camila exclaimed while checking all the photos that she have earlier of Y/N.

Y/N then crumpled the paper bag and throw it to Camila "You asshole, are you really my friend? You should be helping me!" while Camila just laughed and said "Beatrice is by your side, and helping you breathe is a one man job anyway" smirking to herself while Y/N answered "Okay, that's it, I don't give you the permission to talk to Jenna."

And as if on cue, the breakroom door then opened and Jenna entered.

"Who am I not talking to?" Jenna asked Y/N with a raised eyebrow and a smile. Y/N then started to look at Bea while Ava kicked Y/N under the table and whispered "Get your shit together."

"Hey" Y/N said while she waved to Jenna and invited her to seat in their table. The girl who just entered put a paper bag in the middle of the table, "Here are uhm, some cookies that I baked earlier, just a small treat for you all."

Ava started to open the bag and bring out the container with Beatrice helping her, Camila is still standing in front of them and said "So Jenna, as I promised you last time, I'm gonna show you my Wednesday Dance."

Jenna then looked at Y/N who was shaking her head and said "Please say no..." Jenna doesn't have the chance to answer when they heard the Bloody Mary Sped up Version in Camila's phone.

Camila stood up in front of them, tapping her foot with the beat. Beatrice was shaking her head and trying to not laugh, Ava was eating a cookie and enjoying the act, while Y/N landed her hand on Jenna's thigh and whispered "You don't have to do this" with a sad smile.

I'll dance, dance, dance,

With my hands, hands, hands

Camila started to dance, Jenna was nodding her head to the beat, Beatrice palmed her face, and Ava is clapping. Y/N's phone vibrated and got a message from their co-surgeon that all of the residents are needed in the surgery room.

Above my head, head, head like Jesus said

"Uhm, Bea & Ava, I think we are needed in the surgery room, we need to get going" Y/N said tapping the table to get the attention of the three of them, "Okay, show is over Camila, you can wait for us in here so that we can go home together" Beatrice said, while walking out with Ava.

Y/N looked at Jenna and said "Hey, will you be okay here? I'll be going back to you after, okay?" Jenna then nodded and replies "Duty calls, yes, I'll be waiting for you. I think me and Camila might bond for now."

With what she heard, Camila jumped up and down. But before Y/N reached the door, Jenna pulled Y/N and kissed her on her cheek and said "Work well."

Jenna then went back to the seat and Camila is side eyeing her, "What? You are creeping me out" Jenna said, "What was that for?" Camila asked the other girl with her eye brows raised, "Nothing, Y/N told me friends kiss each other's cheek so we just kinda did... for fun..." Jenna answered, not really telling the truth that she just wants to kiss Y/N, but Y/N did tell her about that so...

"Okay, friends... So did Y/N showed you her collection of her funko pops?" Camila asked Jenna, "Uhm no, actually I haven't been into her house" and that surprised Camila, "WHAT? She have all of the funkos of your character and what do you mean you haven't been to her house?"

"Funkos... of all of my characters?", Jenna thought, "Why would Y/N have funkos of my characters?" Jenna asked, "Well in the first place, she is like one of your biggest fan, she also went to some of your movie premiers but not lucky enough to get your autograph, and like she have a massive crush on you ever since, so like..." Camila ended with a shrug, Jenna was just listening to this new information that she is getting.

Camila then continued "Yeah, and we were like so surprised when you released a Nighttime Routine with Harper's Bazaar and Y/N was like, viewed that a hundred times and was like so dreamy about it. You know, I thought she knew that because like, you know, you are her friend so I thought you'll advise her with that, but I guess not since she fucking screamed at my ear when she refreshed her YouTube."

There is only one thing in Jenna's mind, "What the fuck?" and as for the Harper Bazaar's video, she saw Y/N all smiley while watching Melissa, so she contacted her agent if she can also do that video, and Jenna did that because she was just jealous on how Y/N is all smiley watching the video, before Jenna gets to ask Camila again, the three surgeon enters the breakroom.

Y/N went towards Jenna and asked "Do you wanna go home? Your mom said she'll be with your dad and you can come home with me..." and Jenna just nodded her head and said their good bye's to the other doctors.

Inside the car, Jenna is looking at Y/N and its creeping Y/N somehow, since she feels that Jenna is hiding something, "Why are you looking at me like that?" Y/N asked, "Nothing, I just learned something new today, and also, can I come to your house?" Jenna asked.

Y/N stepped on the break, "I'm sorry, uhm... Yeah sure, we can have dinner in my house next time" Jenna accepted the answer "That sounds fun, I can't wait" and smiled at Y/N.

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Getting home, Y/N got acquainted with Jenna's family, seating at the sofa talking to Jenna's dad, going to the kitchen to help Jenna's mom, running around to chase Jenna's nieces and nephews, talks about social issues with Jenna's siblings.

Jenna pulled Y/N next to the stairs, away from everyone, "Are you good?" Y/N asked, "Yes, I just pulled you to the side to let you breathe, you're like a talking machine out there" Jenna answered with a smile, appreciating the effort that Y/N puts to get to know her family.

"Well, I mean your family is nice and they are fun so, I can't say that I'm getting tired, I actually enjoy it" Y/N says and leans her back to the wall waiting for Jenna to say something, but instead, Jenna just walked closer to her and smiled at Y/N.

Y/N feels a big hole inside her stomach is forming while Jenna just situated herself between Y/N's legs and rest both of her arms in Y/N's shoulder. "What are you doing?" Y/N swallowed and asked Jenna with a shake in her voice, "Nothing, just situating myself" Jenna answered and assisted Y/N's hand to rest in her hips.

Jenna rounded her arms tightly into Y/N's neck and played with the baby hair in her nape. Jenna stared intently to those beautiful eyes that she adored ever since Y/N greeted her in the hospital. Y/N's breathing becomes quick, with her proximity to Jenna.

"Hey relax, it's just me and you" Jenna said quietly and tries to help Y/N to slow down her breathing "Relax, it's just me and you, yeah?"

After a few seconds, Y/N relaxes her arms and tightens it hold around Jenna's waist that made them closer than they were. "I like this" Y/N said that made Jenna smile and said "Then probably you'll like this more."

Before Y/N gets to process what Jenna said, the other girl kissed her in the lips that surprised Y/N, she was like a stone for a second and Jenna felt that Y/N is not reciprocating the kiss, so she started to pull away, not until Y/N's arms tightened and kissed Jenna back.

Jenna's pushed Y/N's head towards her and tilts her head to make the kiss deeper and keep Y/N in her arms and her lips longer. Y/N bit Jenna's lip and pulled away slightly util their foreheads are touching.

"Dinner's ready, come to the table now!" Jenna's mom yelled from the kitchen.

Y/N and Jenna are just staring at each other with a lingering smile plastered in their faces.

A knock on the wall beside the stairs stopped them from their own bubble, "Girls, dinner is ready, come on."

The whole family started to sit in their places, while Y/N and Jenna got situated, Aliyah said "Y/N, i think your lipstick is smudged, here wipe it" and handed Y/N a tissue with a smirk in her lips, and the whole family looked at Y/N looking like a deer caught in headlights while Jenna reached for the tissue and wiped her own lipstick in Y/N's lips.

"Okay, let's dig in" Jenna's mother said to ease the situation.

The whole dinner was filled with chatters, laughter, and banters with each of them enjoying the food and the company of each other. To note, Jenna kept her left hand situated into Y/N's lap the whole dinner and eats with her right hand that made Y/N's heart beats so fast.

After the movie, everyone gets up and started to say their good nights and went to their room, as for Y/N, she started to walk towards the door and said her good bye's and thank you's to the family.

"Are you leaving?" Jenna asked while Y/N is holding her hand, "Sad to say, but yes, I need to sleep to" Y/N said with a sad smile "Can you like stay? Please" Jenna said and squeezed Y/N's hand "...please" Jenna added and she sounded so small.

Y/N answered "Sure, I would love to" and the two of them went up and straight to Jenna's room, "I don't have any clothes though" Y/N stated and Jenna answered "Don't worry you can wear mine."

The both of them got inside Jenna's room and Y/N's eyes roam, trying to embed every detail that she can see "Here, think my clothes can fit you?" Jenna said while handling Y/N her oversize clothes "Yeah, your clothes would totally fit me." Y/N replied with a smile and went inside the bathroom to shower and change.

After minutes, Y/N went out and saw Jenna was now under the covers using her phone, "So you're a right side of the bed sleeper?" Y/N asked that made Jenna look up, and wow oh wow, Y/N looks so cute in her clothes, and also the first time Jenna saw Y/N with house clothes. Y/N looks soft and small without her white coat and her formal clothes on, Jenna thought.

Y/N got situated beside Jenna. The two just looked at each other, wiggling their eyebrows at each other and smiling, "What?" Jenna said "Nothing" Y/N answered.

Jenna seated closer to Y/N and reached for Y/N's hand, "About earlier... I uhm. I'm not sorry for kissing you, just so you know. I have been wanting to do that ever since" Jenna said, "It's okay, I'm not sorry too" Y/N said, so what Jenna did is to lean in and kiss Y/N again, which Y/N gladly reciprocated, but before everything got out of hand, Jenna pulled away and remembered what Camila said to her earlier and plan to tease Y/N.

"So, what's your favorite show of mine?" Jenna asked with a smirk, "Huh?" Y/N played it off and tried to act like she doesn't know it "Camila told me earlier that you like my movies and you have a crush on me" Jenna added. If Y/N was not red earlier, well she is definitely now, heat creeping up her cheeks and pulling Jenna's blanket to cover her face.

"Come on don't be shy now, you just kissed me" Jenna stated as she situated herself on top of Y/N and started o tickle the other girl. Fits of laughter can be heard, "Okay, Okay stop please" Y/N said while giggling "I'll tell you my favorite show of yours" Y/N added.

Stopping her movements, Jenna helped Y/N to fix her hair, "Ok, so what's your favorite?" Jenna asked, "Iron Man 3, I really like how you sat the whole scene" Y/N stated, and Jenna slapped Y/N's arm and exclaimed "Be serious oh my god!" Y/N laughed and answered "It's The Fallout, honestly, I love Vada."

It surprised Jenna since the answer she got commonly are Scream or Wednesday, so she again asked Y/N "What makes you love Vada then?" Y/N shrugged and answered "Well first of all, she is a trauma survivor, and I loved how the movie showed a different perspective of how a teenager cope to such trauma" and Jenna did agree to Y/N, "But most of all, Vada is a girl kisser so..." Y/N added.

"You can't be really serious, yeah?" Jenna answered trying to get off of Y/N, but Y/N held Jenna's hip to stay in place "Stay on top of me, I'm starting to like your weight on top of me" Y/N said with a loving smile.

With that, Jenna situated herself and lay herself down on top of Y/N.

"On a serious note, I'm really just curious" Y/N started caressing Jenna's back "I don't know, I just need to be sure okay. Don't laugh at me please" Jenna lift herself up and look at Y/N "Please just say it."

"Do you like... like me or I don't know, I mean, do you like me as you know... do you like envision me as your girl friend or something, I mean not to jump into conclusions, but like you know, I just want to know like, are we dating? Or like a winter thing?" Y/N stuttered and Jenna just looked at her.

"I just brought you to our family dinner, yeah?" Jenna asked.

Y/N nods,

"I hold your hand and rubs your thigh at dinner?" Jenna asked.

Y/N nods,

"I kissed you, in the lips, hard, and deep before dinner, yes?" Jenna aksed.

Y/N nods,

"I invited you inside my room, let you wear my clothes, I lay on top of you, kisses you again, and listen to you talk, yes?" Jenna asked for the last time.

And Y/N nods for the last time.

Jenna sighs and sits, "Yes, I like you Y/N. I also want to be your girlfriend, and yes, we are dating, if you want to. I mean, if you don't want to dat-"

Before Jenna finished her sentence, Y/N kissed her and yelled "YES! Oh my god" Y/N is now doing her happy dance while Jenna just smiled at the girl "Okay let's get to sleep now."

Y/N lay down Jenna on top of her, "Good night" Y/N whispered and Jenna answered back "Good night and sweet dreams" and kissed Y/N's collar bones.

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Chapter 7

A/N: FINALLY I FINISHED THIS. Hope you enjoy! Open for Comments and Suggestions. To those people who leave comments on my work, I really appreciate you, thank you! Also added a word count just because I feel like this is my current longest story (really not sure, I just feel like it, lol).

What's your favourite show/movie of Jenna?

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mimisempai · 9 months ago

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I'll find you at the end of the road - Chap 7/8

Chapter summary - First date?

Has the long-awaited moment arrived?

On Ao3

Rating G - 2627 words

Chap 1 - Chap 2 - Chap 3 - Chap 4 - Chap 5 - Chap 6 - Chap 7 - Last chapter

Crowley's apartment - 2024

I WANT TO MEET YOU!

FOR REAL THIS TIME!

Crowley turned the drawing over and saw that Aziraphale had added a few words.

Answer me after 6 pm, I'll be waiting by the mailbox.

Crowley looked at the clock, it was 4:10.

He grabbed his notepad and pencil and headed for the lake house.

Arriving a few minutes after 6 p.m., he went to the mailbox, scribbled quickly in his notebook, tore out the page, and after placing it in the box, raised the small flag.

The flag lowered almost immediately, telling him that Aziraphale was there and marking the beginning of another conversation punctuated by its movement.

Lake House - 2022 - 6:07pm

Aziraphale paced around the mailbox, avoiding looking at his watch every minute, wondering if he'd scared Crowley off with his request for a meeting.

What if Crowley didn't want to see him?

What if the correspondence was enough for him?

The flag suddenly rose, startling him.

With a shaking hand, he grabbed the small piece of paper from the box, read Crowley's reply, and then grabbed his pen.

C:How?

A:Pick a place. I'll be there. I promise. How about tomorrow?

C:That's not tomorrow for you. You'll have to wait two years.

A: I don't care. I'll wait. Meet me tomorrow at the restaurant of your choice and I'll be there. I'll be two years older, but I'll be there.

C:What will you do all the time?

A: Thinking about you. Restoring a lot of things, reading a lot of books, praying I don't lose my hair....

C:Are you sure?

A: I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I've lost so much time already. I don't want to waste any more with you.

Crowley suddenly felt almost dizzy.

He realized that Aziraphale had had two years to prepare for this date, while Crowley had less than twenty-four hours. He took a deep breath before closing the mailbox.

C: See you tomorrow night.

A: See you in two years. Where do you want to go?

The Ritz - 2022

Aziraphale entered the restaurant and was immediately greeted by a smiling hostess.

He smiled back and said softly, "Good Evening, I'd like to make a reservation for two."

She flipped through the reservation booklet before saying in an apologetic tone, "Well, I'm sorry, I'm afraid it's extremely difficult to get a reservation this time of year. I mean, it depends on when you want to dine here."

Aziraphale replied with an amused smile, "Two years from tomorrow. September 15, 2024."

The hostess blinked several times, then closed the book before replying with a broad smile, "We should be able to accommodate you, sir."

Crowley's apartment - September 15, 2024 - Morning

Crowley prepared to leave for work. He looked at the outfit he had prepared for this evening. He couldn't remember a time when he hadn't been this excited for a date.

In fact, he couldn't remember ever being this excited.

Rainbow Academie - September 15, 2024 - 5 p.m.

As he was packing up after his last class of the day and looking forward to the evening ahead, he was jolted from his reverie by Eric's arrival in the classroom.

His friend exclaimed, "Thank God you're still here."

"Of course."

Eric continued sheepishly, "I'm sorry, I know it's not your week, but could you take the detention I'm supposed to supervise? Muriel called me because they're not doing so well. You know, ever since they lost their friend, it's been a little difficult for them, and today is a bad day, and I'd like to be there for them..."

Crowley looked at his watch and sighed before replying, "Yes, I can, but one hour, no more. I've got a date."

Eric hugged him and replied, "Thank you, thank you! I promise, it's just an hour, no more. But I want to hear all about this date tomorrow, okay?"

Crowley shook his head and chuckled, "Okay, okay, go meet Muriel! It's important to be with your loved ones when they need you."

Before he left, Eric threw over his shoulder, "I don't know who that is, but I've never seen you smile like that, Crowley, and it suits you! Bye!"

He was gone before Crowley had time to answer.

A little over an hour later, he was walking briskly to his apartment. He entered hurriedly, ran into the room and undressed, throwing his clothes everywhere.

Harry followed, curious, while Crowley muttered, "He waited two years. What's a few more minutes? Isn't it?"

He continued his preparations, but at a slower pace. He put on a dark red V-neck sweater, a shade he knew would bring out his eyes, or so the saleswoman had told him, and black pants that flattered his figure. He looked at himself in the mirror two or three times, checked his hairstyle, then shrugged and left the apartment.

A few minutes later he left the building and drove his Bentley to the restaurant.

The Ritz - 15 September 2024 - 7pm

Crowley paused before entering. He took several deep breaths to calm himself. He was ready, a little nervous but confident.

He opened the door with a firm hand.

He took off his coat and scanned the room with his eyes.

There weren't many tables, but before he could find Aziraphale, the hostess approached him.

"Good evening, sir, may I help you?"

Crowley cleared his throat, "Yes, I have a reservation. Anthony. Or Fell, I'm not sure which name it was made under."

The hostess checked her book and looked up with a big smile, "Oh yes! You're the..." she paused before pulling herself together, "Follow me, please."

Crowley was led to a table for two.

It was empty, which surprised him a bit.

The hostess turned to him and said, a little embarrassed, "I hope you'll forgive me, but I have to ask..."

"Yes?"

"This reservation is kind of... legendary. It's been here longer than some people of the staff. There's always been intense speculation about who made it and why, and whether you'd actually show up. Some team members even made bets..."

Crowley looked around and saw that waiters all over the room were giving him furtive glances. Chefs and kitchen helpers peered through the kitchen door. Crowley felt suddenly very embarrassed.

The hostess apologized immediately: "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have... I'll have the waiter take your drink order right away."

A short time later, a waiter returned and poured Crowley a glass of champagne.

"Compliments of the chef."

Crowley nodded his thanks.

Just before leaving, the waiter gave him a small smile: "Good luck."

Crowley began to sip the champagne, hoping to calm his growing nervousness.

Some time later, his glass was empty and he was still waiting, alone at the table. The waiter approached to refill his glass, but Crowley stopped him.

He was aware that the restaurant staff was watching him, whispering among themselves. Two hours passed, other customers lingering over dessert, coffee, intimate conversation at candlelit tables.

Crowley was still alone.

After a long moment, he pushed back his chair and stood. Everyone looked at him sadly.

He walked forward, expressionless, and picked up his coat, saying nothing to anyone before leaving under the sad gaze of the hostess who watched him go.

Crowley returned home alone. Behind the closed door of his apartment, his stoic facade began to crumble, and he could barely hold back the tears that welled up in his eyes.

He picked up a piece of paper and started to write, but in the end, he didn't have the heart.

Not now.

Lake House - September 16, 2022

The weather was gray and windy this morning as Aziraphale stood outside his mailbox and unfolded Crowley's note.

"YOU WEREN'T THERE."

The antiquarian shook his head, confused, and let some time pass before answering.

A: I'm so sorry. I just don't understand.

Something must have happened.

Look, I've got two years ahead of me. I'll try to make things right.

C: No, Aziraphale... You don't understand. It's too late for that. It's already happened.

I'm not upset. I mean, I was at first.

But now I just feel stupid... for forgetting how much a person's life can change in two years.

And for expecting yours not to.

For expecting you to wait, to stand still, to put your life on hold for me.

A: But I can do it. I can wait for you. I know I can. I won't forget.

C: Maybe you have. Maybe, wherever you are, you're busy and happy and living so fully in the present that the dinner you planned two years ago just... slipped out of your mind. Just as you forget impossible fantasies when they're over, when you move on to real life.

A: You mean I should get on with my real life?

C: I mean... I think we both should.

After seeing his words, Aziraphale hurried to reply, his hand trembling with emotion.

Please write me, answer me.

Aziraphale placed his letter in the mailbox and raised the flag.

The little flag stayed up.

An hour later, with the flag still up, Aziraphale opened the mailbox to find the note he'd put there.

Hours, then days, then weeks, then months passed as Aziraphale wrote and mailed letter after letter. Eventually, there was a pile of his letters in the box. They kept piling up, unanswered. Until the box was so full that Aziraphale couldn't put any more letters in it.

The Dirty Donkey - February 2025

It was late winter and everything outside was covered in snow.

Crowley sat at a table with Eric, Anathema, and Newt.

They met here at least once a week after work.

As Newt and Anathema bickered as usual, Eric leaned over to Crowley and, placing a hand on his arm, asked gently, "Are you okay?"

Crowley mustered a half-smile and answered honestly, for Eric was one of the few people who could read him, "I'm better."

"Still writing your mysterious pen pal?"

Crowley, his throat tightening, couldn't answer and shook his head.

Eric just said, without insisting, "Sorry, Crowley, if you need to talk, you know my phone number."

Crowley didn't answer.

Later, when he got home, he found a message on his answering machine.

"Hello Crowley. This is Furfur. I'm in town. I had to come in for a meeting."

Crowley started to press the button to erase the message when Furfur's voice continued, "A real meeting this time. I swear to you. Call me. If you feel like it."

The next evening, Crowley and Furfur sat in the pizzeria where they'd met a few months ago. Neither of them really felt well.

Furfur said quietly, "I didn't think you'd come."

Crowley replied wryly, "Nothing personal, but..."

Furfur interrupted, "You couldn't say no to a free meal."

"Exactly."

They both laughed, lightening the mood a bit.

Then Crowley asked, "So how did your 'meeting' go?"

Furfur looked slightly offended by Crowley's emphasis on the word "meeting" and replied, "I told you I didn't make it up, it really happened. They offered me a job, with a bigger firm. I'm going to be a legal advisor on wealth matters," he smiled proudly before continuing, "Call them if you don't believe me."

A little later they arrived at Crowley's residence, which was on the way to Furfur's hotel. They stopped at the door.

Furfur said softly, "I took this job because I wanted to. This has nothing to do with you. With us. This is not an ambush, Crowley."

Crowley nodded and replied quietly, "Well, that's great news. Congratulations, Furfur. I'm really happy for you."

Furfur smiled, "Thank you, and thank you for agreeing to meet me."

Crowley leaned over and gave him a quick good night kiss. Furfur looked surprised and pleased.

Crowley looked at him, it was comforting and familiar, almost tempting when he felt so lonely, but then his eyes slipped to the tree behind Furfur. Its leaves swayed in the night air. It was the tree that Aziraphale had planted.

Crowley looked at it for a few seconds, remembering the day it had appeared, the joy he had felt then, and in that moment he knew.

He closed his eyes and shook his head before saying sheepishly, "No, I'm sorry, Furfur, but I can't. I thought for a moment I could... but I can't."

Furfur nodded and said, "I know. Don't be sorry. I didn't expect anything. I didn't lie to you."

A little ashamed, Crowley apologized again, and after a tearful goodbye, he watched Furfur leave.

As he made his way back to his apartment, he muttered to himself, "I may not be able to meet Aziraphale, but I can't lie to myself either."

Lake house - 2023

It was so cold that the surface of the lake was frozen.

The mailbox was covered with snow. Aziraphale, who had been walking outside, reflexively looked into the it. Even after all this time.

It was empty, of course.

He closed it slowly, feeling sad as always, so sad.

Distracted, he first didn't notice Harry moving quickly away, towards the forest until he finally looked back and saw it.

"Harry! Come back!"

Harry took off running.

Aziraphale ran after him, but soon, in the density of the forest, he no longer saw the rabbit. Aziraphale ran straight ahead, still calling. He tripped over a stump and fell into the snow, got up and called again, looking around distraught.

Harry was really gone.

Aziraphale was about to run again when he suddenly stopped.

He'd just realized something.

Harry was about to find his new owner.

Aziraphale knew what to do.

A few days later, he was talking to Muriel in the living room.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Aziraphale replied wistfully, "Yes, I have to move on, I can't stay here. I... I can only think of him."

Muriel nodded, understanding, and added simply, "If you need help, you can count on me."

A few weeks later, Aziraphale tidied up the house with method and determination. He taped boxes together and tossed his belongings into them. He bagged the trash, swept and mopped.

As he tidied up, he found the pile of Crowley's letters. He looked at them for a moment, then wrapped them up and shoved them in the bottom of a cardboard box before carrying the box up to the attic and sealing it.

Real Estate Agency X - London - 2023

Aziraphale checked the address on the business card in his hand before entering and heading for the reception desk.

"Hello, I'd like to speak to Furfur, sorry, Ferdinand Stamper. I don't have an appointment, but tell him it's Aziraphale and it's urgent."

A few minutes later he saw Furfur arrive in the entrance hall and he beckoned him to follow him into an adjoining meeting room. He barely greeted him and didn't seem very happy to see him.

Aziraphale didn't wait and asked him directly, "Are you still interested in renting a house on the lake?"

He didn't wait for an answer and threw him a bunch of keys.

Furfur looked confused as Aziraphale continued, "This is what Crowley wants."

Furfur asked in an irritated tone, "How can you know that? How do you know what he wants? Besides, we're not even..."

Aziraphale shook his head, "I don't want to know, but believe me, this is what he wants."

He waited no longer and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

Later, when Furfur opened his car, something in the distance caught his eye. A rabbit was walking slowly down the road, looking a little lost until it came right up to him.

Furfur recognized it.

It was Harry

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You want to curse me? But what if I told you that in five minutes... you'll have the rest of the story?

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #human au #alternate universe

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sugarpsalms · 2 months ago

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ao3 wrapped (writer's edition)

wheeee thanks for the tag @dytabytes , this was super interesting! Putting this under a cut since it's kind of long, though I'll go ahead and tag uhhhhhh @flamboyant-vampire, @allmightskitten, and whoever else sees this and feels like doing it!

How many words have you written this year?

39,593! More fanfic than I thought I'd written, for sure.

2. How many works did you publish this year?

12! Wow! Again, more than I realized. Getting into OP really got me excited about fanfic again

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

I think that has to be Kind Friend & Companion. Specifically, chap 2: On The Decryption and Translation of Cipher 3478b. I'm a huge fan of world building, and had a wonderful time playing around with cryptography, codebreaking, and general Marine bureaucracy in this. Also, it was exciting to think of how Doffy would construct a conlang. While I knew this wouldn't be a huge hit with the No Loyalty general audience, I had a blast and that's what matters most :)

4. What work of yours has the most hits?

Quarter, oh Quarter! gets this prize. It's a shuggy roleplaying fic ft. new kink exploration, so not a surprising front runner

5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

Unity's Seed, for sure. I wasn't expecting my barely-dodging-the-incest-allegations DQ Bro's AU series opener to be even half as well received 😅

6.Favorite title you used?

The Thief Who Came to Dinner, which is my (not abandoned, but certainly back burner relegated) post-Enies Lobby Paulie/Lucci fic. I'll be returning to it at some point, as I love the premise and really want to finish it, but y'all know how inspo is, haha. It comes and goes

7. If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

I do pull titles from songs, but I can't name a specific artist because I generally reference sea shanties/ other types of work songs or often-covered folk tunes

8. Pairing you wrote the most for this year?

Hm. Tricky question. Technically none, as almost all of my fics from this year are Gen. However, if we're counting heavy-handed incest subtext, then the answer is dofcora, hands down

9. Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

To avoid giving the same answer two questions in a row, let me go with another fic that's currently on the back burner but NOT abandoned. Won't You Come Out Tonight? is a particular brand of joy for me, and I think about it all the time even when I'm not picking at it, so I guess that means my favorite pairing of the year is bartoluffy (despite all evidence to the contrary)

10. What work was the quickest to write?

The first chap of Like a Vine Climbs to Sunlight! If I recall correctly, it was written in just a couple of days.

11. What work took you the longest to write?

The first chap (so, all of the fic that's up currently) of Feed the Living, Bury the Dead took…3? 4 months? Something like that. The next part is promising to take just as long, if not longer. Apologies to everyone who follows my WIPs, lmao

12. How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

Lord above, I'd say between 20 and 30. With any luck, I'll get half of them done 😅

13. What’s your longest work of the year?

Quarter, oh Quarter! tops the list again with a WC of 8,003.

14. What’s your shortest work of the year?

'Til All These Things Be Done, My Dear, which sits at a humble but respectable WC of 1,109.

15. What WIP(s) are you taking into next year with you?

No Loyalty (series)

In The Woods Somewhere (series)

For Whom the Skee Ball Rolls (series)

To Azazel, With Love

untitled coralaw caregiving

untitled coralaw period sex

untitled chopperlaw

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

AU - Canon Divergence

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

I think Rosi! I've written him a lot, and I've gotten very comfy with slipping into his POV.

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

Probably Law. I struggle to get into the right headspace for him, even though I love him dearly. Hoping that a few of my WIPs will strengthen those muscles for me

19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

Chopperlaw. A friend got me into it recently, and I'm working on something for them to test it out!

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?

I couldn't say for sure, but probably some part of the No Loyalty series. I've written a lot for that the last six months, and definitely revisited

21. How many kudos in total did you get this year?

1,093

22. Which work has the most comments?

Quarter, oh Quarter! comes through with an award again

23. Did you do any collaborative works this year?

Not technically, though a lot of WIPs have been inspired by friend's DMs and convos, which I count as collaboration.

24. Did you write any gifts this year?

Yes! Only one will make it to the posting stage before the year is out, but that just means 2025 will start off strong!!

25. Did you receive any gifts this year?

Not this year! Maybe next one :)

26. What’s your most common category?

Gen! No Loyalty tipped the scales in this category's favor.

27. What do you listen to while writing?

Instrumentals, if anything. Most of my playlists are for the pre-writing stage, like when I'm on the way to my writing spot or working on brainstorming. I love making playlists and finding listening to them very inspiring, but get distracted if I listen to them when actually writing.

28. Favorite work you wrote this year?

Oh, hard to say! I love them all uniquely, but what was the most exciting for being a change of pace and setting was probably the titular fic of my drider!law series, In the Woods Somewhere.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Hm, probably this lovey little pining moment from Won't You Come Out Tonight?

The galley cleared out except for Zoro, who got roped into helping with dishes. Everyone else followed Luffy up to the deck. Most of them fell behind and strolled as they talked, but Barto tripped along right behind Luffy, catching his toes on his heels, feeling dreamy and a little unreal again. He slipped the hold Luffy had on his waist when they stood up from the table, but whatever had gotten into him, Luffy wasn’t over it yet. His hand was clamped around Barto’s wrist, fingers threaded all through his coat’s cuff feathers. They were sunk down to the knuckle, worked in deep, and moving. As Luffy petted them—petted him—Barto felt like he was bleeding. “Got a thing for birds, boss?” he tried to joke, but it came out shaky. “Huh?” “My coat. What, you wanna pluck it?” Luffy laughed low in his throat. “That wouldn’t be very nice.” He flexed his hand, grip going incredibly tight. “Hm, can I borrow it, though? Just while we’re on the deck. I wanna… hey, you’re staying, right? For cocoa?” He glanced back, showing Barto a grin. “Sanji makes it the best. See, he grinds the spices up, toasts ‘em, lets the milk steep. And you’d think it’d be cold, right, after an hour, but it’s actually…” And just like that, he was spinning out again, getting further and further away from the question that he hadn’t even given Barto a chance to answer. But Barto knew what he would’ve said, what he would say when Luffy got back around to it. He could borrow it, yeah, sure, please, for as long as he wanted.

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

Probably how much (lead up to, at this point) incest I wrote, haha. It's one of my favorite things to find in something I'm reading, but I've never actually written this much of it before.

#sugar scribbles

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ladysomething · 11 months ago

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I love everything that you’ve written for F1 so far (you are just the most incredible writer, I could read all of the fics you’ve written a million times and never get bored) but you’ve truly outdone yourself with Where You Go, I Go!!!! I literally read chapter 2 like 4 times last week and I’ve just been counting down the days until I could read chapter 3 (but I pinky promise I do not mean that in a “write faster” kind of way, I mean it in a “I was excited that I audibly squealed when I saw you posted today” kind of way). And ABO is something that I hardly ever read. But you just do it SO well. I LOVE the world you’ve built. And this fic is just SO incredible. I wasn’t sure how you could top the first two chapters, but eek CHAPTER THREE. The way that Charles going into pre-heat prevented any questions about Max and his intentions from getting answered (the tension is buildingggg) and Pierre showing up and Charles getting claimed, oh my god every scene was incredible and I am SO EXCITED to find out where this is going, because I genuinely don’t know what to expect!!! Thank you so, so much for sharing this fic with us!!!

I am a different anon than before, but I was very interested in reading your response about if you found writing long fic to be daunting. Like prev anon, I am a numbers girl, so learning a little about your writing process/philosophy was super interesting!! I have another question if you don’t mind me asking- how do you decide on your posting schedule?! Although I would literally read this whole fic in one sitting, I do love the 1+ weeks between updates because I love getting excited for a new chapter and looking forward to it, but you said in the ask that you were already writing ch6, so I’m curious what made you pick the schedule you did!!

thanks again for sharing this fic with us, we are truly all so lucky to read it!!

ahhh!!!

well firstly I can't take the entire credit for this fic. @saiyanwitcher reached out to me after I wrote Give Me That Fire and offered to beta for me. As we were getting to know each other, she asked if I'd ever consider writing an Omegaverse fic, and I said yes, and here we are. But if there is any reason why this fic is better than the others, it's all because of her! She has spent so many hours brainstorming with me, proofreading, and pulling me back from the edge when I said "I want to do THIS" and she said "girl what" (she didn't really, everything I propose she says "alright, lets figure out how we can make that work").

I'm so delighted to hear you loved chapter 3! this whole fic is sooo different to anything I've ever written, but I LOVE exploring new themes and topics and ideas in fic - you'll never really catch me doing the same thing twice. pushing boundaries is what I love about fic, but it doesn't always pay off, so I'm SO happy to hear that people are loving this fic as much as they are.

as for your question ... which, firstly, like most artists I am extremely self involved, so talking about myself is like my fave thing to do lmao. I will answer literally ANY question you could ask.

but, posting schedule. after many years of trial and error while posting long fics, the thing I've found that works for me is that I need to have a fairly sizeable amount of the story in the can before I start posting. I usually like 5-6 chapters, but, more importantly, I want to know that I have the feel of the story before I start to post, because once I post I can't go back and change things. at about that 5-6 chapter mark, I know that I'm deep enough into a story that the plot is right, the characters are right, and the tone I'm using is right, and then I feel comfortable starting to release it out into the world.

from there, I post a chapter only when I finish a chapter. so I finished chap 6 on Tuesday, and then I worked on chap 3 on Wednesday, gave it to @saiyanwitcher to beta on Wednesday evening, and then by this morning she'd done a final check and I was okay to post.

my own personal goal is to write one chapter a week, with Wednesday being the day I'm always aiming towards. so this week I was actually a little later than my "schedule" because ch 6 was giving me a headache and it took longer to write than I wanted.

at this point, I know roughly how long it takes me to write one chapter for this story (a week), but I also know some of these chapters are harder to write than others so I HAVE to give myself some extra leeway (hence the maximum of 2 weeks).

I hope that kind of explained my thought process and as I said, I'm so happy to answer any questions!

#where you go i go #anon ask #lestappen fic

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slytherinbangchan · 2 years ago

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Inked Dreams (NCT Dream Tattoo Artist!Au) (M)

Chap 4 out of 6 -> Second arc: Tattoo apprentice Park Jisung x tattoo artist female reader.

>>Inked Dream's Chap 1 here

Summary: A NCT Dream Tattooist!Au where the Dreamies are college's heartthrobs and most likely will steal your heart whenever you less expect it.

Cute, "shy" but very hot, flirty Jisung. A deadly combo, I promise.

This chap is steamy

Inked Dreams Masterlist~ Blog's Masterlist~

[2nd Arc: Seven Days. ("A Week" 없어.)🐹 Chap 3.]

Your phone buzzes startling you out of your sleep, and you automatically hit the snooze button on the screen before checking the time and huffing about it. Ah really... Waking up shouldn't be this annoying, even your head hurts, but guess going out for drinks on a Monday night wasn't the brighest idea either.

It's okay though, you forget about your headache as soon as you see Jisung sleeping next to you. He's not facing you right now but your heart can't help but flutter anyway.

His phone suddenly starts buzzing too, but you just wait for him to wake up and turn it off cause, judging from how the bed is vibrating right now, you'd say he fell asleep over it. “Jisung-ah~” You call him then chuckle as you try to make him roll over. “Oh god, you're heavy.” You say and he finally opens his eyes slightly, looking at you for a second before reaching for his phone under the covers to turn the alarm off. “Morning.” You say as he stretches and he looks at you again. His eyes still half closed cause of the light. He looks so puffy and soft right now. You tilt your head at him since he's not saying anything and he just points at his mouth with his index finger, making you chuckle. You lean over him anyway, and he smiles before you meet his lips. “Morning.” He finally says in a very husky voice before pecking your lips again.

Seonhui is already awake too but trying very hard not to fall asleep over her breakfast when you get to the living room. Jisung laughs as soon as he sees her and sits by her side to poke her cheeks. She scoffs and tries to push him away but she just doesn't have the energy today. It all feels kinda like a dream. Guess you need more sleep. “Are you going to class?” Jisung asks and Seonhui sighs. “Yeah, Sarang is driving me when she comes out the shower. You can come with us.” She says and Jisung nods. “Well, I should go too. Can you tell Sarang I said thanks? I'll thank her properly next time I see her.” You tell them and they nod. “See you later then?” You ask. “Of course. Don't make us work a lot today though unnie.” Seonhui pouts and you chuckle. “I'll be nice.” You tell her then look at Jisung who is tilting his head and poking his cheek. You scoff as you smile but walk towards him to peck his cheek. “Ugh, unnie... You really chose this idiot over Renjun oppa?” Seonhui asks, making you laugh and Jisung playfully pushes her. “I'm just saying... She's too hot for you, honestly.” She continues. Jisung clicks his tongue and you scoff. “I don't know... I think Jisungie is pretty hot too.” You say, guiding his chin with your finger to peck his lips and Seonhui rolls her eyes, making you chuckle again. “Anyway, see you later, yeah?” You ask Jisung and he nods. “Mhm~” He says before you peck his lips one last time.

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“Oh? What are you doing here so early?” You ask Renjun as you enter the shop. “Noona~ I'm leaving in a minute. I was just showing my friends around. Haechannie is going to use my station to tattoo his girlfriend.” He explains pointing at them. “Oh, nice. Can't wait to see how it comes out.” You tell them, then your eyes move to the third person standing next to the couple. “Hey, are you a tattoo artist too? I feel like I've seen you before.” You say and he nods as he smiles. “Yeah and yes, we've probably met before. I'm Chenle.” He says, shaking your hand lightly. “Oh! You're Chenle! I've heard a lot about you these days.” You chuckle and he does too. “Yeah, I've been hearing about sunbae too for a while.” He says and your heart flutters for a moment. Has Jisung been talking about you? It could have been Renjun too though, even Jaemin. “Yeah, Jisung really talks a lot about the apprenticeship.” Renjun says, answering your internal question and throwing a look at Chenle who just scoffs as he smiles. “Ah, yeah, sure... The apprenticeship... That's what he talks about.” He says and you scoff too. “Well, I'm gonna take a shower before my first appointment arrives, I'm not sure if you'll still be here when I'm done.” You tell Renjun. “Hmm, probably not. But I'll be back later, hopefully before Haechannie is done with the tattoo.”

You take that shower and put on the change of clothes you keep at the shop, then you sit at your station and work on some designs as you wait for your client. Renjun has left as he said he would and Haechan has already started with the tattoo. You can't help but looking at them from time to time.

At first they're all joking around but after a bit they calm down and it's just Haechan working on his girl's tattoo while Chenle scrolls down on his phone, humming to some song. “Are you seriously falling asleep right now?” Haechan asks his girlfriend and she chuckles softly. “Maybe.” She says, making the guys chuckle too, but you get it. Getting tattoos can be relaxing too. Probably Haechan is very good at it so it's not hurting more than it should, also she must really trust him and that's why she feels comfy enough to fall asleep.

They're still at it after more than four hours. So you go take a look after your last client. “Hey, how are you hanging in there?” You ask her. Chenle is holding her hand now, soothingly caressing her fingers with his thumb. “Well, it's starting to really hurt.” She says and you chuckle. “Yeah, it was about time it did, girl.” You say, making the others chuckle too. “You're a tough cookie, huh?” You ask and she giggles too, then the shop's door opens and finally Renjun and Jisung appear. “Oh, nice. You're still working on it. I wanted to watch.” Renjun says as he walks over. Your eyes are on Jisung now though. He shyly smiles as he sees you and ruffles his hair before coming closer. “Hey.” You softly say. “Hi.” He answers before leaning over to peck your lips and hug you, and the guys start teasing him about the skinship immediately, making him blush.

“Your friends are nice, they sound fun too.” You tell him as you stroke his hair while you both sit waiting for Seonhui, and he smiles. “Would you come to one of our parties then? I've been meaning to ask you.” He says. “Oh? Sure. Wouldn't that ruin your heartbreaker image though?” You tease and he laughs. “You're still thinking about that?” He asks and you chuckle too. “Kinda, yeah. I'm really curious about it since Junnie mentioned it to me, and you didn't really denied it when I brought it up.” You answer and he scoffs as he smiles softly while holding your hand. “I'm not that much of a heartbreaker, noona. At least not intentionally.” He says, leaning over to get a kiss, and you smile. “Well, we'll see about that.” You tell him and he rolls his eyes and smiles before pecking your lips.

“Wow, Haechannie. You sure you hadn't tattooed anyone for almost a year before this?” His girlfriend asks as she checks herself in the mirror and he shyly giggles. “Mhm, I promise.” He answers. “He's always been naturally talented like that.” Renjun proudly says, and finally curiosity wins over you and you stop working on your client for a second to take a quick look without leaving your station. Damn, he really is talented. He won't have any problem finding clients whenever he decides to start working.

The guys finally leave the shop after six long hours but you still have a couple more clients for the day. Jisung sits by your side to watch you work on your next client while Seonhui works on a design and, ah... Honestly you're so tired... You can feel Jisung's warmth coming from his body and it's making you extra sleepy. “Sung-ah...” You call him and he immediately sits up. “Yes?” He answers. “I'm sorry but, could you get me a coffee?” You ask him and he nods. “Thank you.” You say, then watch him leave as your heart flutters for him before your eyes meet Renjun's and he raises his eyebrows at you, making you blush. Damn, why does he always have to catch you looking at Jisung like that?

“Here, noona... I'm sorry, there was a long line at the coffee shop.” Jisung softly says as he hands you the coffee, stroking your back with his free hand in a caring way. “It's okay, at least I'm done now with that client.” You say then take a sip. “There's only one more, right?” He asks as he sweetely caress your cheek and you nod. “I'll get everything ready so you just rest in the meantime.” He says and you chuckle softly at how cute he is. “Mhm, thank you Jisung-ah. You're the best.” You tell him and he blushes lightly before you peck his lips.

The next couple of hours go by a bit faster thankfully, and soon you're leaving the shop with Jisung. “Are you hungry?” You ask him and he nods. “Let's grab some street food then before taking the bus.”

You eat on your way to the bus stop and while you wait for it, so there's not much talking going on but Jisung won't let your hand go. “So sleepy.” You tell him as you lean on him while standing in the bus and he hugs you with his free arm without saying anything, just resting his head over yours as you squeeze him softly in a hug. “Come home with me.” You say and he strokes your hair and pecks your nose. “Mhm.” He smiles as he looks at you lovingly and you tip-toe to peck his lips.

You show him around your house then tell him he can shower first while you look for something for him to wear. “These are Jaemin's but hopefully they'll fit you even though you're taller.” You tell him and his hand peeks behind the shower curtains to show you a thumbs up. You chuckle softly as you leave to the living room and wait for him.

Ah... He's too cute.

“Woah, you look nice in those.” You tell him as he walks out the bathroom and he shyly smiles as he ruffles his wet hair. “I didn't know you were close to Jaemin hyung though, noona.” He says as he sits next to you and you grab the towel on his shoulders to help him dry his hair. “Mhm, kinda. He stayed here for a bit back when I was still at college.” You explain. “Oh... I didn't know the guys back then.” He says as you distractedly move to straddle him so you can reach for his hair better. “Yeah, it was a while ago. I guess you could give the clothes back to him after this. It's about time but I always forget.” You chuckle and he does too. “Yeah, don't worry, I will.”

There's a bit of a silence as you keep drying his hair so you stop and cup his face. “What?” You ask and he blushes lightly. “Nothing... I... Did you sleep with him?” He asks, and you scoff as you smile. “No.” You answer, caressing his cheek with your thumb. “Would you care if I did though?” You ask and he shakes his head. “I was just curious.” He says, and you smile before pecking his lips. “Mhm.” You say then comb his hair with your fingers. “I think it's dry enough now.” You tell him before trying to get down his lap, but he stops you, grasping on your hips. “Jisung...” You chuckle, but he just kisses you, biting softly on your lower lip after, making your heart flutter. “Don't go.” He says, pecking your lips again down to your neck as he pulls you closer.

“Jisung...” You call him again and he moves, manhandling you to a new position where you're lying on your back but he remains between your legs. Your heart is racing as you slightly feel the weight of his body over yours. You meet his lips again as he pulls up your shirt, then he leaves a trail of kisses from your neck to your tits. You tug on his hair as he softly bites on them. His hand sneakily climbing up your back as good as he can to unclasp your bra. You gasp a bit surprised as he manages to do it, and he smiles against your skin at your reaction. “Hey, I can be good at some stuff.” He says before pecking your cheek and nibbling on your neck and you chuckle softly. “Yeah, I never doubted that.” You tell him, then cup his face to kiss him but he licks your cheek instead, making you giggle. “What are you doing?” You ask, but he just kisses his way down your boobs again as he smirks.

“J-Jisung... You can't use your tongue...” You tell him. “Mhm, understood.” He says, but he keeps licking and biting on your nips anyway. It's not like you have the will to stop him right now though. “Noona... Your heart is beating so fast.” He says while resting his head on your chest as you play with his hair. “Do you think I can make it beat faster?” He asks and you chuckle. “Yes, I'm pretty sure you can, you little devil.” You say, pushing him so he sits up again. “I'd rather you do it when we can actually kiss for real, though.” You tell him as you go back to straddle him, feeling his boner against your heat now. You bite your lower lip as you think about it for a moment and Jisung chuckles. “You were saying?” He teasingly asks and you blush. “I- Shut up... Let's watch a movie.” You say and he bites back a smile. “Sure.” He says. You purse your lips. “I mean it.” You tell him, making him chuckle. “I know... I just want to be with you, noona. Whatever you want to do is okay.” He says, managing to make you feel soft now. “Mhm.” You say before pecking his lips, and he squeezes you softly in a hug.

“I'll just play a random movie.” You inform him as he sits against the headboard in bed and you lie back between his legs. “Your hair smells like Renjun hyung's, noona.” He chuckles and you do too. “Yeah? I used the only shampoo bottle that was at the shop. It smells good though, right?” You ask. “Mhm~ Like flowers or something.” He says and you chuckle. “Yeah, I think it's jasmine.” You say. “Mhm.” He pecks the top of your head and then your cheek before breathing in your scent as he backhugs you. “I- Jisung...” You call him. He's blushing already even if you can't see him. “Did you just get hard again?” You ask as you chuckle, looking up to see his face. “It's cause I smell like Renjun?” You jokingly ask and he hides his face behind his hands. “Oh my god, of course not.” He shyly says, pulling another chuckle from you. You turn around to try and see his face behind his hands. “I'm just kidding, dummy.” You say, softly pulling from his hands and he just lets you do it. He's still blushing hard though. He fans his face with his hand as he looks up making you chuckle again. “So cute.” You say, sweetely caressing his cheek and he pouts. “I'm sorry for teasing you.” You apologize but he keeps pouting. “No, you're not.” He says and you giggle. “No, I'm not.” You admit. “You look so cute when you get all flustered, Jisung-ah. It makes my heart flutter.” You tell him before meeting his lips and he pulls you closer in a hug.

“Noona...” He calls while you nibble on his neck. “Mhm?” You distractedly answer. “I know what you said earlier but... I was wondering...” He stops so you leave his neck alone to look at him, but that only makes him blush again, so you smile softly and cup his face with your hands and peck his lips. “What is it?” You ask and he purses his lips before talking. “I... Could you... Ride me? Please?” He simply asks, making your heart skip a beat as you blush too.

He bites on his labret nervously as he awaits for your answer in the long second you take to react, but you just chuckle softly and peck his lips again. “Mhm, I'd love to do that.”

Chap 3🐹....Chap5🐹

Kindly reblog/like chapters's posts to show your support to my au please💕

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seth-shitposts · 1 year ago

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[Making some organization of our WIPs, so might as well do a WIP post while im at it-]

Feel free to ask any questions about ones that poke your interest or if you'd like bits from them or let us know which ones are your fave or that you're pulled toward.

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For the longest of the long AU WIPs, there's

-Defectors AU - AU in which Kallus was assigned to the Bridger Raid and finds Ezra.

-The Aphelion Waltz - AU where the empire never came to be. Trouble in the lower levels of Coruscant sends the entire galaxy into an uproar.

-Sense of Faith, Self, & Valor - AU in which The Grand Inquisitor and Tua lived and Kallus convinces/inspires them to join the rebellion.

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For long fics and multi chaps, we have

-The Renaecense of 264 -Kallus finds a droid abandoned by the empire out in the cold.

-Change In Plans -Prompt fic in which Kallus comes across a young lasat child in imperial custody. (Has been in our docs for MONTHS- I don't think we've spoken much on it)

-Salticidae -prompt fic where Kallus finds a lovely little creature and Zeb has to try and get over a fear before his partner gets home. (Might be a one shot, might be a multichap)

-Eyes of the Ashla -a prompt fic au. Kallus can see specific ghosts

-Insomniac Art Attack - Prompt fic. Sabine putting restless energy into good use.

-Pull You Into Dark Corners - heavy revisions needed. Nsfw. KalluZeb

-All Of Me -secret relationship. Not a slow burn, but something adjacent. This one might be scrapped and fused into other works. We'll see.

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One Shots!

-Baby Its Cold Outside [Defectors AU AU Edition]

-Jealousy Ft. Alexsandr - AU of sorts (mainly because time line doesn't line up with the concept but it makes me giggle). Kanan has a very Oblivious Moment and is jealous of Kallus.

-Bite Me, Love -something that was originally just a silly little thought but then 3 of you within a span of 5 minutes said I should do it. Like damn alright ig (I look forward to it hehe)

-[Unnamed Gift for Lost in Derry] - In the rebellion, Kallus being loyal to Hera. (I'm so excited about this one)

-[Unnamed Gift for GreyGhost] -After a major victory and an even bigger celebration, Kallus cares after a very drunk lasat.

-"Kiss The Girl" fic - Ezra and Kanan do a few shenanigans in attempt to get Kallus and Zeb to confess to each other. Ends in disaster every time. ... or maybe not.

-Morning Haze -nsfw kalluzeb

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Ideas/Prompts we have that we haven't had the chance to start yet. But am eager to get to.

-"I would rather set myself on fire in an attempt to burn them from daring to try and touch me than let them do as they please." - Sabine Wren (We have 2 different ideas for this one. One that's early on in Sabine doing ghost crew, between her and Kanan. And the other is her and Kallus being assigned to a negotiation together, and it's one of the first missions they have together.) (Might make them be in the same timeline, like the second being a reflect to the first and time passing. The first being far more reckless and self destructive while the second is a promise of fight, a continous call to action.)

-so so so many fulcrum trio things. You have no idea how badly HOW BADLY I need these three to be on missions together.

-in addition to the above, Jealousy ft Cassian & Ahsoka.

-sentient glimmer fics

-Sentient Bo-rifles

-Kallus surprising Zeb by making him some of his favourite foods. So much fluff.

-Fulcrum Kallus dealing with the severe isolation of being so deep in the empire.

-Kallus keeping Every Item someone gives him.

-nsfw - service top Kallus & pillow princess Zeb

-6 More Prompts we've been given that we haven't started yet but are waiting for us once we get through a few more wips first.

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These are the ones we have thrown up on Ao3 rn that we are half way through

-Conversationalist - an Ezra Fic

-Jealousy ft Lando - KalluZeb nsfw

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Staying in hiatus until I have the availability to bring it out is

Force User Zeb - this is a long au fic we haven't been able to touch in awhile (😭😭😭)

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lowkeyclueless5137 · 1 year ago

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uhhh question. For the Ben 10 AU. What’s stopping Idia from following his little brother in secret cause of Ghost freak or any other alien good with stealth. Before proceeding to beat the living hell out of Honest Fellow for uhhh brainwashing everyone including Ortho(unless Idia himself somehow stops it). A full blown alien beating up the fox :D! Also in Book 6. Technically Riddle and Idia are there. Epel follows too? What’s stopping Kalim from just following in secret cause of alien powers to rescue Jamil(even though uhh it might exactly work without following Epel and Rook plus Yuu in secret[also how long can he even remind hidden before A, he times out, or B, is somehow found by the staff of Shroud brothers, or C, literally when the whole Styx crisis starts])

Took me a bit to dissect the whole thing and understand from where should I even start... But it will be a bit spread out, so the order of my responses might not beat up with the questions order. Sorry for this. :'3

First up! Chap 6! I only briefly touched chap 6 on Kalim, Epel and Riddle's cases, but for Idia it was a pivotal plot point. Being separate aus, each has their turning point chapter and also the events will differ from particular Au case to other.

Now for chap 6, but make it Riddle, Kalim and Epel's cases.

For Riddle, he doesn't overBlot in his au, so he is on the rescue team, mostly because he had no idea if the Charons were bad guys or not. But with little to no trace of where they were brought, Riddle uses Rook, Epel and Yuu as an excuse to go and save the guys.

He realises too late in what bandwagon he actually broke into, but alas, there's no going back. :'3

For Kalim, he also definitely follows in his au story. He wants to save everyone and also prove Jamil that he's capable of being serious and professional. He gets dispatched on the tower with Leona and Jamil, as such he has Jamil helping with hiding and using the omnitrix. He uses the same excuse as Riddle, just tag along Rook, Epel and Yuu. It's simpler and since his timer is 10 minutes, Kalim didn't know how much it would take to fly there, nor where exactly it was that place.

For Epel, man follows close to cannon at first, but when he is in tower, Rook straight up knocks Yuu out so Epel could go ham with the aliens. Sorry shrimp person. :'3

Now for the stage in playful land event... Some spoilers for the event, so yep :3

Thing is, this time, Idia and Ortho argue about going out. Idia is very against the idea for reasons anyone would have. Ortho just wants to have some fun without the constant worry if a bad guy or some omnitrix shenanigans.

One thing post chapter 6, is that Idia respects his brother's more 'edgy' ideas, but he doesn't really encourage them unless he knows they are actually safe. He knows Ortho wants to experiment and dance around different experiences until he fully has an idea of who he really is and his own agency, but that was a red flag and Idia didn't want some sus fox guy to lure his brother to who knows where.

Definitely, he follows, but because of the 10 mins timer, Idia has to play the 'I'm joining too' card, which yeah... It's awkward af. Ortho was absolutely angry at Idia at first because it implies that Idia didn't trust him at all. But with the suit changes, Idia realised that if something did go wrong, Ortho had 50-50 chances to not have his weapon arsenal on him. Of course, he promised Ortho that he will let him do whatever his heart wishes in here, so he would be basically non-existent.

Idia also knew that after all this, he had to hold a long 'stranger danger' talk with Ortho. He never had it before because these 2 were inseparable, but now, Idia felt like this was 1 mistake he won't repeat. :'3

When the whole puppet gig is up and going, Ortho has to give the right to Idia, but right now, Idia ran off to transform, which thankfully got him out of the curse due to being a full transformation. When he would be de-transformed, the curse would start again, so Idia had to play his cards right if he wanted to beat up the sus fox guy. :D

I think I covered it all :3

#twisted wonderland #asks :3 #ben 10 au

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frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe · 1 year ago

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20 questions for fic writers

i was tagged by @stevethehairington, thanks mack!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? only 10!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 149,243

3. What fandoms do you write for? mainly been stranger things and one little spn drabble here on tumblr and my st/spn crossover fic

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Several Notes of the Most Amiable Nature - aka secret admirer au (my first fic!) 2. A Recipe for Disaster - the princess diaries 2 au 3. (Reprise) - sequel to Several Notes 4. i'm outta my head over you - my mixtape fic 5. of sunshine and starlight - PWP 😏

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? i am so super behind, but yes!!!! and i appreciate them all so so much 🥺

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? definitely it's a date, my summer challenge fic (but i am working through a follow-up that makes it a happy ending i promise 😭)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? of all of them, i would probably say Several Notes; that one is the schmoopiest ending of them all, but next would def be outta my head.

(i don't want to count Recipe for Disaster since that's the same ending as the PD movie so... 😅)

8. Do you get hate on fics? i've been lucky to only get a little bit of screaming at me for it's a date, but not hate. they were all justifiably ASKLFAJLFASF at the plot twist, but it was all in good fun/still loved 🥰

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? yes!! my number 5 most liked fic is just PWP! and it's always been cute fluffy "real" smut so far, like the two being goofy with each other and super in love and shit lmao 10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? yeah! only the one though, my wip ST/SPN crossover fic You Will Never Walk Alone (You Can Always Reach Me); and to the previous question, my first smut was in chap 3 of this one and i am super proud of it still 😊

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? i really hope not???

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? not yet!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? nope!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? oh fuck...honestly? it's probably steddie. my OTP is destiel, like, they are the blueprint, they are the ones i have the most history with, but in complete honesty: in my head steddie is much more fluid/blorbo-y than destiel are. dean and cas are so fuckin' good in canon and kinda rare-er for me to find a good au with them that they still seem like themselves? if that makes sense?

with steddie, they are so moldable and fit into any spot you put them; i prefer canon adjacent but anything they do seems so correct, whereas dean and cas will always be a hunter and angel you know? that's how their story has been for so long, and all my fave fics of them are canon spn universe - a spell, a different timeline, a hunt, it's always them™

idk if that makes sense to anyone else, but maybe it's because destiel have been destiel for like 11 seasons and 15 years, and steddie have so little with only one season/summer that they are more moldable but... 🤷‍♀️

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? honestly, it's probably my hispanic!eddie au, but my casper!eddie has been falling off at an exponential rate and it's bumming me out tbh

16. What are your writing strengths? i think it's dialogue? i think that's the thing i've gotten the most comments about, the wit and snark of eddie and his internal voice, or just conversations in general. i like to think through how conversations will go in a fic first, like, how exactly they would realistically speak to each other or how an accent (wayne) would come through and how best to type it out so others can 'hear' it correctly 😊

17. What are your writing weaknesses? writing out action/feelings well. maybe it's cause i get super engrossed in what i'm writing and am looking at it too long, but a lot of the time it feels like i'm just writing "he did this 😐 and then he did this 😐 then said this."

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? i do my best!!! like with the short drabble i did that started the hispanic!eddie au, i did best i could to translate the couple spanish phrases in it, but i don't speak spanish myself. my husband is hispanic and is fluent, but when i wrote that one i was much to embarrassed by why i would be asking him, that i didn't ask him to translate 😭

19. First fandom you wrote for? stranger things! the st/steddie fandom was so supportive with my secret admirer drabble that i made it my first full fic!!!

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? my fave that i've written is my mixtape fic i'm outta my head over you. i wrote so much for it in such a short amount of time for steddie week but it really came together and was all me!

i do also LOVE how my version of a princess diaries rewrite came out, but the plot is just a copy of the movie and isn't really mine you know?

not sure who all has been tagged already, but here are some no pressure tags!!: @thisapplepielife, @azrielgreen, @its-steddie-time, @strawberryspence, @sayesayes, @undreaming-fanfiction, @greatunironic, @fairyfried

#noelle writes #ask game

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bindtorturekillme · 2 years ago

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Your Eyes, Vacant & Stained

Ch.6 - 3k

Pairing: Frank Iero x Gerard Way

"Hey!" Charlotte had popped up from behind the main counter making Frank jump a little. "Oh, I'm sorry! I hope you liked breakfast." She could not look Frank in the eyes.

"What're you doing back there?" He moved towards the desk, and she looked more nervous.

"Well, we keep the keys for anyone who comes here to valet for them, but they're all locked in this safe." She banged on the safe door with a golf club that looked modified.

Warnings

Gore, Death, Murder, WORK-IN-PROGRESS, not completed (and chapters unknown) but I know the ending, trust me guys I will write it, I just need people to love this idea with me, Zombies, Gay, mcr??

Support my AO3 with part six otherwise, enjoy ♥

The sun dragged Frank's eyes open again, sleeplessness yanked at the growing bags as he felt like no sleep was enough. But when he looked around, the room was empty besides him. Muffled sounds floated in occasionally from far away, outside the door as he covered his head again and turned over attempting to get more sleep.

Sorely interrupted by the door swinging open and Gerard's voice yelling, "Goooooood morning!" in a sing-song voice. Frank was unable to suppress his groan, but the enticing smell of a hot breakfast piqued his interest, making him peak out from under the blanket.

A wide grin was plastered over Gerard's face while Frank showed the complete opposite. Frank groaned louder and covered his face again.

"Oh, come on, Charlotte warmed it up for us and it was great." The hot smell of eggs and bacon floated into Frank's nose making his mouth water. "Plus, you never know when we're gonna get food this good again."

"You guys ate without me..?" Gerard's smile faded quickly.

"Well... I felt bad waking you." He shrugged; Frank continued to stare at him from under the blanket. "Come on, I basically made you breakfast in bed." Gerard made his way through the room to squat in front of Frank. "It's good, I promise." Frank didn't move for some time, but the smell of food made his stomach growl louder than he expected causing him to blush. Gerard's smile came back. "Come on, I promise it's good."

Frank huffed but pushed himself up and took the plate, shoving a forkful of scrambled eggs into his mouth. Then another, Gerard continued to squat and smile at him. "Do you want a bite?" Frank asked between mouthfuls of food, Gerard chuckled.

"No, I'm just glad to see you eating. We're going to need all the strength we can get before we go and check those cars in the lot."

"Where's everyone else?"

"Well, the girls are collecting the small stash of bullets for the guns they have, Ray has taken to the golf clubs and is making them heavier to smash things better, Mikey's wrapping his bat with some barbed wire they found downstairs-"

"There's a downstairs?" Frank had gone through all of his eggs and was crunching loudly on the bacon.

"Well, yeah, where did you think they store all the balls and extra shit?" Frank just shrugged, mauling the rest of his bacon. "And the girls are helping them. Ray gave them his bat for three of their clubs. He's really excited to 'play golf with their heads now'." Gerard air quoted while laughing. "If you have a preferred weapon of choice I'd suggest looking around for it now before we get going."

Frank thought for a minute, Gerard took his plate from him and stood up. "I'll let you get dressed and everything, I'll go throw this in the kitchen for you. Hopefully the keys to one of those RV's is still here. It would be nice to take some of these pre-made meals with us, so they don't go to waste." Gerard left before Frank could reply. He sat there thinking over the craziness of the past few days.

Scarlet and Charlotte seemed trustworthy enough, it’s not like we can just leave them here to defend themselves... In a world full of zombies, how can we not trust the only other living beings around? Frank sat for a long time mulling it over in his mind, surprised at himself for not questioning the trustworthiness of everyone sooner. What the fuck else am I supposed to do without them, I guess...

Eventually he got out of bed and changed his clothes, thankful again for that final shower he got before leaving his hotel room. He hadn't started to smell yet but wondered how many more days he could go without another one. Or how long it's been since the guys had taken one... He pushed the thought away and slung his bag over his shoulder, heading out into the main lobby. The front doors had been propped open and he saw Mikey and Ray sitting on the truck bed admiring their new weapons, Scarlet sat on the pavement near them looking relaxed.

"Hey!" Charlotte had popped up from behind the main counter making Frank jump a little. "Oh, I'm sorry! I hope you liked breakfast." She could not look Frank in the eyes.

"What're you doing back there?" He moved towards the desk, and she looked more nervous.

"Well, we keep the keys for anyone who comes here to valet for them, but they're all locked in this safe." She banged on the safe door with a golf club that looked modified. Frank was glad they were not relying on just guns, especially after Gerard said their ammo stash was small. "I've tried a few combos, but nothing had worked so I've been looking for it being written on a notepad or something."

"What kind of safe is it?" Frank tried to peak over the counter but was not able to see it. Charlotte motioned for him to come around the desk and squatted to the ground where the safe sat. "How did you work here and not know the passcode?" Frank squatted next to her and examined the buttons.

"Well neither of us were valets, and our boss was very paranoid, so no one knew the code except him and the valets."

"Damn, you weren't kidding when you said he was crazy before..." It was the usual electric safe you would see in any retail or restaurant, but it was clearly aged and had been used quite a bit. "What codes have you tried?"

"Well... all of his families’ birthdays, the date this place opened, his phone number minus the area code... I even tried these random numbers just to see if any of them worked." Charlotte waved a piece of paper in front of them, it seemed to be the numbers of the club members that attended the course.

Frank looked back at the keypad and ran his fingers over the keys, a few of the buttons were chipped and peeling. He pushed them in a random order, but the lock beeped loudly.

"What are you trying?" Charlotte looked just as confused as she sounded.

"Well, some of these numbers are clearly overused see," He fingered the plastic on the 3 and the 7, showing harsh cracks. "Which means the number has to have these five numbers used but with it being a five-digit code, figuring out what repeats and what order they're in is going to be the hard part..." Frank tried another random combination of the numbers and the lock buzzed loudly again.

"So... it has to have a three, seven, five, one, and zero?"

"Yup..." Frank tried again, the lock buzzed again. Charlotte stood up and walked away without saying a word. Welp, okay sure I'll just do this for you. He punched in another combo, and it buzzed again. "Ugh..." Frank groaned audibly, throwing his bag onto the countertop, and sitting down on the ground to become more comfortable.

Frank had tried three more combinations of the numbers, all causing the lock to buzz loudly and negatively at him. As he was ready to give up, Charlotte walked back in and beside him, dropping to the floor to sit too. Gerard followed close behind her. "Heard you guys have a lock problem."

"Yeah, I'm running out of combinations to guess so I'm sure I'll get it..." Frank tried another, but it just buzzed at him again.

"Hang on, let me try this quick." Charlotte scooted closer and Frank moved out of her way. In a swift movement, Charlotte punched in a combination Frank had not tried, and the safe beeped happily. The lock disengaged and she yanked open the door to show numerous rows of keys on different hook levels on each shelf. Charlotte smiled proudly at herself, Gerard was leaning over the counter, this was the first time he had taken his eyes off of Frank.

"Nice! How'd you figure it out?" Charlotte whipped out a sheet of paper and showed it to Frank. It looked like a large batch recipe for an egg-based breakfast, the number she tried had been the number of how many people the recipe would serve.

"I have never seen a recipe that could feed over a thousand people, how did you even figure it out?" Charlotte had both of her arms digging through the keys inside when Frank asked.

"Well, we used to do this all-day breakfast event where people could come as early as four A.M. to get food, or as late as like... midnight, I think sometimes one even if it was a busy night. Anyways, this was the dish that would be prepared that day, usually it would take the whole day prepare it all and make it, but it was our bosses favorite, which is why we had a breakfast day in the first place. It was a cheap meal that we could make cheaply, and old people loved it. The zero threw me off because the recipe only serves over a thousand but DUH, the zero came first!" She yanked out a few keys, her mouth holding the biggest smile Frank had seen on her. "Oooooh, I so hope one of these RV's has a shower."

"There's no showers in this whole building?" Gerard spoke, Charlotte and Frank had almost forgotten he was still here. But Charlotte laughed.

"He was a cheapskate! He thought allowing his team to shower at work would be a waste of water, especially with how much water the kitchen would use. He once yelled at them for using 'too much' water because the re-fried beans he was ordering required water in order to be made. We stopped offering re-fried beans after that." Frank laughed at this.

"Good lord, this guy sounds insane. Good job, Charlotte, I don't think any of us would've been able to figure that out." Charlotte's face turned red, and she began stammering a thank you out as Ray, Mikey, and Scarlet all walked back into the lobby talking loudly to each other. Frank and Charlotte stood up to greet them.

"Hey Frank! Any luck on the safe, Charlotte?" Ray asked sweetly, leaning over the counter just as Gerard was. Without saying a word, Charlotte spilled the keys onto the counter causing Ray and Scarlet to cheer for her. Mikey even cracked a smile, which surprised Frank.

"How'd you figure it out?!" Scarlet sounded astonished.

"Well, honestly I wouldn't have been able to if Frank didn't investigate the buttons first. But this," she pulled the recipe sheet out again and placed it on the table.

"A recipe for... Eggs, toast, and baked beans? Sounds very... Brit'ish." Ray mocked in an English accent.

"Oh! Breakfast day!" Scarlet got cozy next to Ray on the counter to look over the sheet. Ray stood still as stone. "What number was it?" Scarlet was using her finger to scan all the different numbers on the sheet as Charlotte dropped her finger onto the amount it served, and Scarlet's mouth dropped open. "No. Way. We would've literally NEVER guessed that."

"I KNOW. He might've been a dick, but he was smart sometimes, I guess." Charlotte left the recipe on the counter and moved back down to the safe. "There's a few more RV keys in here, but I know there's only three out in the gated lot."

"Oh, we scouted behind the fence while we were out there," Scarlet backed off of Ray as he started telling his story. "There were a ton more in the back lot, outside the gate obviously, and we saw some parked around the front on the road, Scarlet mentioned sometimes people would park there if they weren't planning on staying long."

"That's true," Charlotte said as she popped back up with a handful of keys again. "We should definitely check those ones before we go to the back lot, did it look infested?"

"No more than the green is." Ray continued. "Which, I assume, will be easy to avoid?" He held his breath as he waited for one of the to reply. Scarlet and Charlotte glanced at each other.

"I mean... We can avoid the green, but it's not like the back lot is fenced in, so there's a higher chance of it being more dangerous if we get loud." Charlotte replied and shrugged. "As long as we have these keys, I think we can avoid any loud noises or anything that might attract them to us."

"We are all still pretty dirty so I doubt any of them would notice our scent." Scarlet added. Frank kept his mouth shut, he had changed out of his bloody clothes, but didn't look as clean as he truly was, especially since he had narrowly avoided most of the fighting since meeting Gerard.

"Welp, we will see about that won’t we?" Gerard banged on the counter and stood up straight, Mikey had made his way to stand by him. "Now that we have the keys, I think we're ready to go searching, yeah?" He looked around at everyone.

"Um..." Frank spoke up now. "Actually, I still need to get a better weapon. Preferably something longer than that wrench I was using." Frank had left the wrench on the floor of the truck after the girls had go. He did not think much about what he would use instead, but he knew he was not comfortable using something as short as that.

"You can use my old bat?" Ray offered, pointing his thumb back to the trunk where it lay bare among the other bat and golf clubs that had all been upgraded to do more damage.

"The guns will be good as a longer weapon when we run out of ammo." Gerard suggested, shrugging. Everyone stared at him with a different phase of confusion on their face.

"Gee, you know eventually your gun is going to break if you keep using it like a bat." Mikey pointed out. Gerard shot him a scrunched look.

"Actually, I was going to look around and see if there’s maybe a fire axe in case of emergencies? Something with a sharp end would be cool, I don't want anyone else to have to hurt their hands upgrading another bat or something for me."

"Why wouldn't you do it yourself?" Mikey asked quickly, but Frank just shrugged.

"I don't really want to put in that effort." This made Scarlet and Charlotte laugh together. Frank smiled, but Mikey stayed stone-faced.

"We actually do have one! I never thought about that, it's downstairs with the clubs." Scarlet said.

"Why wouldn't it be up there? You probably wouldn't want to go downstairs when there's a fire going on, especially since the way down in right next to the kitchen which is literally probably the only room in this whole building that would set on fire." Scarlet and Charlotte shrugged together again.

"I remember when he ordered it," Scarlet started.

"Me too, but he never got it installed." Charlotte continued.

"Yeah, no he literally got it in, and it didn't come with the emergency box or whatever,"

"I literally remember him saying he wasn't going to pay more money for 'something that he would probably never use'." Charlotte air quoted.

"I remember that too! I mean, he never did use it but still..." Scarlet finished and the guys all stared for a moment. It almost scared them when the two of them got going back and forth.

"Well, I'll be the first to use it, can someone show me downstairs?" Frank poked in. Scarlet nodded enthusiastically and motioned for him to follow her as she turned on her heels and began walking to towards the kitchen. Frank scrambled to follow her as the rest of the group stayed and continued to talk about an action plan for when the two of them came back.

Eventually their talking became incoherent as they reached the kitchen, Scarlet took a sharp turn left down a hallway Frank had not noticed the previous night. The hallway was mostly empty, and relatively short, they reached a large metal door marked BASEMENT in just a couple of steps.

"Watch your step, there's no lights down here." Scarlet warned as she yanked open the door and pulled a tiny flashlight from her pocket to shine down the steps. The air was cold and dusty as they made their way down. The dusty was still stirring from when they came down earlier for the club. The metal door closed loudly behind them, making Frank jump.

"That doesn't lock behind us, right?" He asked nervously as he stayed close to her. She giggled at this.

"You are scared, aren't you? No, there's not even a lock on that door. The lack of lighting was our boss’s idea of a way to keep people out. And it worked, I don't think I've really ever seen anyone come down here, but you can probably tell from the amount of dust." Scarlet spoke through a few coughs that the dust caused as they walked through the basement. There were no windows so the darkness enveloped them quickly, making Frank constantly look behind him even though he could hardly see. He stuck close to Scarlet as she weaved them through shelves full of random golfing supplies, clothing, and cans of food.

In what seemed like the back corner of the entire basement, an unused fire axe sat upside down among huge bags full of golf balls. Frank got excited and grabbed it only to realize there was a very thick layer of dust that covered it. He peeled off the dust with his hand that he wiped on his pants, "Hold your breath." He warned Scarlet as he took a deep inhale; he watched as she did the same before banging the axe against the bags of golf balls. Dust flew up into the air and the two of them began to squint as the dust was irritating more than just their lungs. "It's not perfect, but I can spray it down in the kitchen, come on, let’s get out of here." Frank mumbled as he took a few steps away from the huge cloud of dust he just created.

The two made it back and up the stairs without a challenge. Frank did not realized Scarlet had held her breath the whole time and waited to breathe again once they got out into the hallway again. "Sorry, I thought it would clean it a little better." They examined the axe, it had significantly less dust on it than when they found it, but it looked as though there were a few layers just stuck to it from the lack of care.

"It's fine!" Scarlet seemed to be heaving a little, quite out of breath. "The kitchen has a giant sprayer at one of the prep sinks, it's by the veggie storage, I'll meet you back in the lobby?" Frank nodded and they went their separate ways once they reached the kitchen doors again. Frank had remembered seeing the giant sprayer but did not want to interrupt Scarlet, and he was thankful to have some time alone now.

He made his way through the kitchen, looking at everything again. He had never worked in food service or anywhere with a kitchen like this one, it amazed him a little to see such large kitchen appliances. Although he was the shortest in the group, minus now Charlotte, he did not feel tiny until he stood next to the refrigerators in this room. He made his way over the two giant sinks with a springing hose like faucet hanging over it. He dropped the axe in, blade down, and sprayed it with full force. The hose shook in his hand as he used the other to flip the axe over. It took some pressure, but the ace was clean, as he pulled the axe out, the wooden handle felt awful now that it was wet. I didn't even think about that, this is going to take forever to dry. Frank groaned at himself but shook the axe anyways and made his way back out into the lobby.

Everyone was still crowded around the counter; Mikey was now leaning against a wall behind Gerard and not participating in much of the conversation that just sounded like everyone talking over each other. Frank cleared his throat and got everyone's attention, hauling the axe over his shoulder.

"Who's ready to go raid some RV's?"

#grank #mcr #frerard #frank iero x gerard way #frank/gerard #frerard fanfic #frerard fanfiction #frank/gerard fanfiction #bandfiction #grank fanfic #grank fanfiction #mcr fanfic #mcr fanfiction #mine #frank iero x gerard way fanfic

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formsofcontinuity · 2 years ago

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chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 (or, all earlier chaps on AO3)

chapter 6: geese-a-laying

It happens in the late afternoon; Lena’s sitting in her office, flush with promise for the future and touching base with various department heads after a successful press conference. With the exception of a few last minute financiers whose donations she'll need to help manage before the New Year, Lena is determined to hold off on any major work until early January. Another week won't make a difference in productivity, even with this new momentum. Maybe, for once, she can allow herself a real break this weekend.

Plus, Lena's eager to spend some time with Kara; she’s just contemplating texting the blonde to see if she’s interested in having drinks tonight instead of tomorrow when she turns on the television.

Drone footage of Supergirl at the scene of a sinking naval vessel flickers onto the screen. The ship's listing on its side in the ocean about three hundred miles west of National City after a series of explosions in the engine room, the newscaster’s voiceover explains. Mayday signals from the ship drew the hero’s attention, he continues, and Supergirl has already rescued all the sailors.

Despite how dangerous the incident sounds for the humans involved, this is all pretty routine for Kara. Lena watches the broadcast with only a hint of trepidation, already mentally preparing a text to the other woman in her head.

And then the ship just…explodes, right there on live television.

Fire and shrapnel shoot out from the hull, followed by an enormous geyser of water that plows straight into Supergirl, knocking her out of the sky. Heart in her throat, Lena watches with anxious hope for a moment, waiting for Kara to fly through the ocean spray, unharmed. It's only water, after all. Kara has dealt with far worse. But then, the water around the sinking ship starts to take on a sickening green hue, and Lena races out of her office before the anchor can finish urgently announcing that there appears to be kryptonite in the water.

Lena texts her driver from the elevator, and he’s already waiting by the time she arrives outside of the building, her face contorted with worry and hair mussed from running. Without needing to be asked, he promises that he’ll get Lena to the DEO as quickly as possible and puts the car in drive before she can even get her seatbelt buckled. Lena thinks, in a fleeting, vague way, that even her driver knows how gone she is for Kara, knows that she needs to be by the blonde’s side as soon as possible.

Using her keycard, Lena bursts into the rebuilt DEO like a woman on a mission. It’s Nia whom she encounters first, pacing nervously by the entrance; the younger woman perks up at her arrival, placating hands raised to forestall Lena’s questions.

“I knew you’d be here, but you’re even quicker than I thought.” She offers a wane smile. “She’s hurt, Lena, but it’s okay. She’s going to be okay.”

“I should have been there. I should have–”

Nia shakes her head vigorously, refusing to be party to Lena’s spiraling self-doubt. She gestures that Lena should follow her to the med-bay, and Lena falls into step beside her. “I only just got here a few minutes ago; no one could have known. J’onn was with her; he flew her here right away.”

"Why on earth was there kryptonite on that ship?"

Nia shakes her head. Alex's voice cuts in from where she's standing just outside the med-bay, watching their rapid approach. "That's what I'd like to know, too, and I'm damn well going to find out."

Alex's gaze, hardened by anger and concern, softens the minute she looks into Lena's face.

"Oh, Lena," she says. That's all it takes, and, to her own surprise, Lena is crying.

"I'm sorry." Lena wipes furiously at the traitorous tears. "Nia already told me…she’ll be okay?" Alex nods firmly. Lena whimpers at her own humiliating loss of control, and Nia places a warm hand on her shoulder. She shakes herself, straightens her shoulders. "I don't know what's gotten into me. What can I do to help?"

It turns out, there’s nothing for Lena to do except sit by Kara as the blonde sleeps beneath the sun lamps. The explosion had sent small particles of kryptonite directly into Kara’s lungs and stomach via the water, so it’s taking a bit longer than usual to clear from her system. Alex seems confident, though, that Kara will be good as new within a day or two.

Lena double-checks the hero’s vitals and tunes up some of the equipment rather than just nervously pace the med-bay. When hours have passed and Lena shows no sign of leaving, Alex brings her a cot, which Lena sets up right beside Kara, stubbornly refusing to acknowledge Alex’s knowing look.

Exhaustion overtakes Lena as soon as she lays down, so quickly that she doesn’t even realize she’s been asleep when she wakes up in the darkened med-bay to Kara calling her name.

“Lena? Is that you?”

She sits up immediately, then shifts to lean over Kara’s supine form.

“Kara? Are you okay? Do you need anything? Should I get Alex?”

Kara smiles, reaching a hand out to draw Lena closer by the forearm, “I’m fine. I’m fine. I promise.” Her voice is quiet, a little raspy, but sure, strong. She squints at Lena. “Wait a minute; what day is it?”

Lena laughs wetly, eyes tearing again. “It’s Friday, Kara, the 30th,” she reassures, then checks her watch, “and it’s about 3am.” Leave it to Kara to worry she’s slept through the New Year. “Don’t worry; you didn’t miss the party.”

Kara chuckles weakly, “Oh, that good. I didn’t miss it. Good.” Her eyelashes flutter as she fights sleep. “I’m very very tired.” She takes a breath, voice quieting even more, and if Lena weren’t so close, she probably wouldn't be able to hear her soft request. “Will you lie with me?”

The sun bed is warm and bright, a stark contrast to the otherwise dark room and the slight chill lingering in the antiseptic space. Kara smells like salt water and smoke. It’s been so long since Lena has been able to lie close to her in such an unselfconscious way, probably not since before the reveal of Kara’s identity, when they were devoted to their charade of platonic affection and still gravitated to each other like magnets anyway. There were movie nights where they’d fallen asleep together on the couch, sleepovers where Lena had woken with Kara pressed against her side, arm slung over her hips.

She’d held Kara since, of course. Lena remembers one night shortly after Kara’s return from the Phantom Zone when the blonde had clung to her for hours, until she’d fallen into a restless sleep, but that was born of desperation and fear. To lie with Kara like this, curled against her with the blonde’s fingers gripping Lena’s bicep lightly, safe and whole, feels precious and necessary, sensations buried deep in Lena’s muscle memory and new ones fluttering free all lighting up within her at once.

Lena loves Kara with her whole self, with everything she has. She has to tell her.

Alex finds them the next morning, Lena squeezed in next to Kara, head resting on the blonde’s chest, arm slung over her waist. As Lena blinks the sleep from her eyes, she lifts her head to find Kara already awake and watching her through hooded lids. Alex clears her throat from the door.

“Cot wasn’t good enough for you, Luthor?” she asks, drolly, but doesn’t press the issue further after a pointed glare from Kara that Lena thinks she wasn’t supposed to see.

She climbs reluctantly off the sun bed, helping Kara into a seated position so that Alex can run tests. Kara’s powers seem to be fully intact, but she’s still weakened from ingesting kryptonite-laced water, so Alex wants her to stay under the lamps for the rest of the day. Kara’s face falls; she gives Lena a sidelong glance.

“Can I talk to my sister privately for a moment?”

So, Lena steps out for a half hour to get a coffee from the DEO kitchen and answer a few of the many texts and calls from friends and worried staff. She also calls Daniel and asks him to draft a press release about the incident, but hold off on sending it until he’s gotten clearance from both her and Alex.

When she returns, Kara seems resigned to her fate. “We made a deal. I’ll stay in bed, but Alex has to do something for me first.” Then, she smiles, reaching out to take Lena’s hand. “Sorry if I ruined your day yesterday. I heard from Nia that you did an amazing job at the press conference.”

“Apology not accepted,” Lena grumbles, then clarifies, “You know that you’re more important to me than any press conference.”

Kara smiles and Lena, incapable, after everything, of pretending she doesn’t need to feel Kara’s arms around her again, slides gracefully onto the sunbed and presses Kara’s shoulder until the other woman lies back down. Kara holds her arms open, and Lena gratefully sinks into them.

After that, they talk. Not about the weight of their feelings–now isn’t the time for that–but about everything and nothing. It’s a couple more hours, almost lunchtime, when Kara’s eyes begin to droop.

“Go,” she murmurs. “I’ll sleep some more and then tomorrow I’ll be right as rain for New Year’s Eve.” Lena begins to protest, but Kara is insistent. “If you finish all your work today, maybe I can have you to myself tomorrow…” She tries to grin, but her eyes are already half closed.

That’s an enticing enough thought to compel Lena to gather her things, making Kara promise to call if there’s anything, anything at all, that she needs in the meantime.

Alex catches Lena just as she’s about to leave the DEO, her expression unreadable. “Something you want to share with the class?” One of Alex's hands rests on her hip, and Lena has to suppress a smile at how much she looks like Kara in that moment.

“I'm not sure what you mean?”

“Why on Earth did my sister send me out to get vodka for you at nine this morning?” Alex brandishes a small bag, shaking it dramatically by the neck, where she’s scrunched up the paper.

Lena blinks, mirroring Alex’s bewildered expression. “She did what?”

“While you were on the phone earlier, Kara asked–no, she insisted–that I run out and get this.” She hands Lena the bag. “And she gave very clear instructions that I please give it to you before you head home for the day because she knew she’d probably be asleep.”

“Well,” Lena hedges, “we were supposed to have drinks tonight…but I obviously can procure my own vodka.”

“I’m sure you can.” Alex rolls her eyes.

“Otherwise, I have no idea.”

“Well,” Alex grouses good-naturedly, “enjoy, I guess.” She sighs. “I don’t know what’s going on with her. She’s been acting very weird the last few days, and I think it has something to do with you.” She narrows her eyes. “Who am I kidding, of course it has something to do with you.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Unbidden, Lena’s thoughts drift to Kara giving her the ornament, all flush and smiling; her backtracking after their dinner to kiss Lena’s cheek; how, just yesterday, she’d held Lena’s hand and leaned into her, how they might have kissed for real then if it hadn’t been for the press conference. Something’s changing between them, coming to the surface. But Lena doesn’t tell Alex any of that.

Alex squints, then shrugs, “You two are going to be the death of me.” She turns on her heel and stalks back down the hall.

In the car on the way to her apartment for a shower and change of clothes, Lena pulls the bottle from its paper bag wrapping. It's a bottle of Grey Goose vodka; she rests it in her lap, examining its frosted body and bright blue accents in a state of deep confusion. It’s not her usual brand, which Kara knows, and there’s no note or explanation.

What is it with Kara and birds?

Lena has a niggling feeling she’s missing something, but she trusts Kara and Kara is okay and she’s sure Kara will explain eventually. Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.

Lena cradles the cool bottle in her hands the rest of the ride.

#supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #fluff #the angst ended as soon as it began #12 days to say i love you #kara and i are both interpreting this song VERY liberally #give kara a break she was unconscious #I have no such excuse except geese are hard

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exosmutfactory · 3 years ago

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Follow up news;

Story Continuation/AFF Invite Only

(posting this on both platforms to save my fingers and time, sorry! It’s important I promise <3)

Hello, loves, readers, and Fierce Fawns/Infinity team.

Yes, I've given the reader groups for each ongoing story a nickname, but I'll get into that fun stuff later. Now I want to clarify a few things.

First I want to apologize how abrupt this Invite Only thing was. I had intended to let these two stories stay open to the public on aff forever, but in light of having to deal with even more hate, I couldn't take it anymore.

As some of you may know, I'm on a break from writing. For a handful of reasons. Hate, lack of engagement, and because I can't type on my computer without being in pain. (Which worsen yesterday because 1 bullsh*t and 2 I'm an idiot).

I had plans to update Only Forever this weekend, Saturday the 13th. Yeah, my hands went numb after October. Those 6 story updates were too much for my fingers. I was going to be a bigger idiot and push myself past my limits to get Only Forever chap 2 and Double Trouble's first oneshot done this month, but between all the listed things above, I had had enough. I seriously wanted to quit.

Every single ongoing story has the full plots ready for me to write. I can't use my computer to work on my stories, so I have been writing on my phone. I was just about to start on the DT one shot yesterday when I encountered more hate, so yeah. I decided to lock these stories on AFF.

This is getting long, let me explain what will happen to each story.

Only Forever and Dark Horse will be locked on Invite Only forever - unless 501 active readers want to read. (The likelihood of that? .0000001%) These two stories will remain open to the public on Tumblr.

H.I.S Devour will be locked on Invite Only one month after I post chapter 1. So you'll have plenty time to decide if you like how the story will go or not. It will be locked forever.

Seven Shades is already locked. I've noticed a few readers in the form wanted to read it. I haven't calculated the current votes yet, but once 20 readers sign up to read it in the form, I'll add everyone who wanted to read it 💗

I had to lock Only Forever and Dark Horse for peace of mind. Most readers never comment anyway. If I'm going to be harassed, then I will be selective on who reads my hard work.

Now that all that is out of the way, let's get to the lighthearted things:

This story/blog is now a safe space. Consider it a book club between all of you and me. I aim for everyone to be comfortable to be themselves as we bond over stories.

It's okay if english isn't your native tongue or if you're shy. We all make mistakes, I'm not a grammar police. Feel free to comment freely, okay?

It's okay if you hate characters or their actions. In fact I'd love that because with some of these characters my goal is to show their unlikable sides. Just please don't yell too much at me 😅 all caps is fine!!! Just don't be angry with me, I'm sensitive 💔 Plus, this is supposed to be fun for everyone! Let's laugh, cry, and wonder what the heck is going on between the characters as each story progresses!

My mind is scattering… Forgive me for this long message, I'm trying not to forget anything. I hate poking everyone's eyes with notifications from me unless it is absolutely necessary, plus I only want to copy & paste all this in one go (forgive me for any mistakes, my phone is old as hell).

For the nicknames I mentioned earlier, each story (4 stories) will have a nickname for their little reader clubs/teams.

Only Forever → Infinity team

Dark Horse → Fierce Fawn team

H.I.S (Devour) → Baekhyun's team

Seven Shades/Six Phases' series → Honey Dream team

It's okay if you don't like the nicknames! I just want everyone to feel homey and welcomed and comfortable within this tiny reading community (>.<) if you're a Fierce Fawn, okay! If you're a lovely, okay! If you're a dear reader, that's cool too! Whichever you like best 💗

Thank you so much for all the sweet messages you've left in my forms, comments, etc. I appreciate every single one of you 💕 when the stories get enough votes in the forms, I will continue them - after my rest break and my hands heal completely. I'd like to apologize for how long it takes me to tend to each story, but I can promise this:

All stories will be completed.

Whether now, or a few years. I will work hard to bring you the best content I can, and take care of my health so I can do finish everything 💗

Thank you for being here, I will reply to you soon! If you have any questions, feel free to message me. I'll answer to the best of my abilities 💖 enjoy your weekend, okay? You can catch me here on aff Friday thru Monday. Otherwise I'll be active on my Tumblr and resting.

---Edit, Nov 11th, 3pm

I went through the form today and all the stories got more than enough votes:

Only Forever → 34/10

Dark Horse → 22/10

H.I.S (Devour) → 21/10

Seven Shades → 26/20

And more votes keep coming. What the heck (O.o) I thought y'all wanted me gone. I had my bags packed and ready to go and received some much kindness and care. 💕💕💕💕💕 Thank you all endlessly for the support (T-T)

I'm adding everyone who upvoted and commented (at any time. Now and before, I dont mind💗) if you're reading this on aff you're all good to go. Don't be afraid to message me if you want to read other stories though! I'll be sure to put a welcome note for Seven Shades so readers who also read that will get a notification in their subscription pages thingy! (Even when I now know invites send out notifications on their own. I’m new to this T-T <3)

I'm running all over the place today, but everyone is free to join st any time! If you filled out the form; you're all good! If others would like to join us; all are welcome! I doubt y'all will reach 50 readers for each story let alone over 500 TTTT. Either way… Seven Shades and Devour only have 500 aff slots. After that well :'D it'll be, as they say, 'sold out' LOL

Thank you, loves. Let's have a great year full of Baekhyun content in 2022 okay?! I will reply to all as soon as I can! 💗💖💞💝💘💓💕

#Important 🚨#Anyone can still join!#Just fill out the form <3

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cicaklah · 3 years ago

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List the first lines of your last 20 stories. See if there are any patterns and choose your favourite opening line!

Tagged by @postalninja

I tag @alienfuckeronmain @diana-fortyseven @deputychairman whoever else wants to.

1. Colin is disappointed, of course, but he accepts the excuse of a work disaster with good natured understanding and a promise that he’s up for rescheduling whenever, but with an edge to his voice that says he’s already swiping right on other professional twinks as they speak. (the pitfalls of control) - probably my favourite, I think it grabs you and is funny.

2. 47 was still struggling with the New York jet lag when Grey knocked gently on his door and ducked his head around to tell him that Olivia had cracked the bank’s hard-drives. (another day down here in paradise) - boring but functional

3. Dob is glum. (an occupational hazard) - I'm not usually one for short sentences but it works

4. When Zillah was a girl, she had always had a bit of a money-making streak, and so had the tides memorised from an early age. (watch me and you make something new) - I rewrote this entire introduction so many times and I'm still not hugely happy with it, but its better than it was originally, and sets up the theme of the volisport tourist board which I liked as a thread in the story.

5. Weddings are notoriously complex affairs to organise and deliver, especially as romance and legal procedure go together about as easily as Dob and Baths. (not very romantic but extremely legally binding) - second favourite but I wish I hadn't capitalised baths.

6. I’m going to tell you a story. (I've been the thorn, I've been the hunt) - I'd like to use this plot device again sometime.

7. He hasn’t got a lot of belongings, all told. (our moment in the sun) - again I like this with the rest of the introduction, its not complete on its own.

8. In a perfect world there would have been more of a build up than what there was; Bucky knocking on his door and holding a six pack was never going to be a cinematic moment, especially with the frequency with which he turned up. (take it easy for a little while) - this makes my head hurt, grammatically. but this is kummerfic so idgaf.

9. Lilith had thought long and hard about how she would feel on her return to Volisport. (watch me return to the scene of the crime) - another that needs its friends to really work, but it sets up immediately what the story is about, which is good.

10. Zillah’s never been particularly sensitive to the ghostly side of the world, which is one of the reasons she finds ghosts so terrifying. (watch me keep it together) - I also quite like this one for conveying a lot of characterisation in just a few words.

11. Life aboard the Joyful Damnation was pretty good, once you got your sea legs. (touched by the feasting tendrils of the night) - this story didn't work as much as I would have liked, which is a disappointment.

12. It has been a long time since the first time he went to Dartmoor. (I wish I could make you a summer in July) - I think there is a better way to write this sentence.

13. Edvard had always expected that his pivot to criminality would be a success, partly because he has a natural aptitude for deviousness, a flexible moral compass and many transferable skills, but mostly because he is an optimistic chap who doesn’t believe there’s much point in wallowing in misfortune for longer than it takes for the hangover to wear off. (watch me light up the world) - I think this works both as a long run on sentence, but also the bit before the first comma works. I am tempted to go edit 'wear off' to 'subside' since I think that would be better.

14. The freakout starts with the disappearance of Sam’s special grey hair. (without you I'm just another dorian grey) - this is the set up for the whole story and again, I think it works at conveying more and being a hook.

15. The summons to the end of things, or at least the one that he could no longer politely ignore, arrived one otherwise normal afternoon. (go let the stars watch let them stare) - does this convey dread? I think it conveys dread. it was supposed to.

16. While neither of them are as well plugged into the criminal underworld as they could be, even Kasimir maintains that sometimes the best way to get intelligence is to do the work yourself. (watch me do my own stunts) - the first line I wrote stepping onto the slippery slope that was watch me.

17. Everyone, it seems, hates London. (The Vidal Vicissitudes) - this is my second favourite. A great opener.

18. Diana leads the way out of the club with 47 hot on her patent leather heels, her white skirt swishing deliciously with every movement. (you poured the gasoline and I dove into the flames) - this picks up immediately after summers kiss and its a prelude to porn. it works.

19. In the world they walk through, there is one currency that has value above the almighty dollar, and that is information, and its denominations of gossip, whispers and innuendo. (summer's kiss to electric wire) - I like this but I also hate it. I think its too pretentious for the story that became summers kiss. I think it just needs some editing, but its just too much wankery.

20. If you’re going to be in an illicit relationship with your boss, there’s a few things that help in keeping it from getting in the way of your work. (a hit of this distortion makes me high) - to the point but idk, its fine.

thanks for tagging me in this @postalninja, I actually think I learned something!

#fic meme #meme me #writing meme #fic writing problems #first lines

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paradox-psyc-hoe-sis · 5 years ago

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The Strongest Avenger

Carol x fem!reader, avengers x reader (platonic)

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: so many oh boy. Attempted angst, fluff, insecurity, broken bones, injections + needles, so much gore, organ removal, vomit. If you're sensitive to any gore then please don't read it, I'm sorry oof

A/n: I've never written anything like this before, so feedback is always welcome. Tamika, if you're reading this, I am going to marry Carol Danvers one day. Try and stop me, I dare you. - Aphrodite

"Your turn, Nat!"

You, Carol, Natasha, Wanda and Peter all sat on the floor of your bedroom. Carol had a week free, so she decided to spend that week back on earth with her best friends; she was completing a 6 month long mission and it had been exactly 123 days since you saw her last. Yes, you were counting. Whenever she returns from a mission, you host a girls night (eith the exception of Peter, of course. He looked up to you all so much, you couldn't just not invite him), and tonight you had decided to play a game of 21 dares. It's practically the exact same as 21 questions, but with dares instead. After all, you were avengers, and none of you were scared of a bit of danger.

"Alright, alright." Nat looked deep in thought before her eyes lit up, thinking of the best dare. "Carol. I dare you to make out with the prettiest person in the room." Peter gasped, making everyone laugh, and you met Carol's eyes. She raised and eyebrow, to which you gave a small nod; next thing you knew, she had scooted over to sit next to you, and casually put her lips on yours. You didn't think too much of it; you and Carol were closer than any of the other avengers were, and she probably felt more comfortable kissing you than anyone else. The fact that she had chosen you as the prettiest never even crossed your mind.

You'd had a crush on Carol since the first time you saw her. It was about two years ago; she was moving into the avengers tower, and you had to give her the tour. Her sandy blonde hair fell casually onto her shoulders, and she wore black jeans with a white jumper. You had offered to carry her bags, but that was a mistake - being roughly half a foot shorter and only having 3% of the strength that she has was the fatal flaw. Over those two years, you and Carol grew to be best friends, and your feelings for her slowly faded. What was once a raging fire of passion had fizzled down into a small candle flame, but it shone bright with hope nonetheless. She hadn't changed since you first met her, yet she now sported short hair, rather than her longer curls.

Oh, and now you were kissing her.

Her lips were soft, contradictory to yours which were chapped and rough. You were so focused on her that you didn't hear Wanda trying to get your attention. Carol snaked a hand up to your neck and opened her mouth slightly more, yet you could still feel her smiling into your mouth. Before you could put a hand on her waist, you felt someone flicking your face. Laughing as you pulled away from her, Carol sat back where she originally was, and gave you a wink. Wanda was now knelt next to you, and it became apparent that she was the one who had flicked you.

"Any longer and we would've had to cover Peter's eyes!" Her accent came out thick between a giggle, and you felt a familiar burning in your cheeks.

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You rolled over in your bed to look at the time; 1:38 am. The game of 21 dares didn't last much longer after your kiss, and you all crashed on your bed. It was the climax of summer, so you wore only underwear and a tank top while you slept. Being sure not to wake anybody up, you climbed off of the bed, internally thanking your past self for choosing to lay on the side closest to the door. Grabbing a pair of pyjama shorts to slip on, you studied everyone's expressions to make sure they were all still asleep, and your eyes lingered on Carol's face for a bit too long. Peter wasn't there, he must've woken up earlier and gone back to his bedroom, you thought. Sighing, you walked out of the door. Even out in the hallway it was blisteringly warm, so you headed to the kitchen to get a bottle of water.

The song Dancing Queen by ABBA has been stuck in your head for weeks, so you quietly sang it to yourself on your way to the living area. Once you got to the kitchen you closed your eyes, still singing, and began dancing in the space that you had. Minutes must have passed before you opened your eyes and saw Steve sat at the dining table. He didn't say anything, but instead took a long sip of the coffee he had. Without even flinching at his sudden appearance, you got your bottle of water, and walked out. As you passed him on the way, you leaned in and whispered in his ear.

"This never happened."

Instead of going back to your room, you headed straight towards the elevator, and made your way to the roof. Stepping out into the warm breeze, you walked closer to the balcony. You noted the clarity of the stars above you yet you saw the sun poking out from above the city skyline, and took a deep breath of the early morning air. Disturbing you from tranquility, the sound of the door behind you opening awoke you from your daze.

"Well, if it isn't my favourite earth human."

You turned and saw Carol stood in the doorway, holding two mugs of cocoa.

"Good morning, space alien. What're you doing up?" She walked over to you and handed you one of the mugs. No whipped cream and extra marshmallows, just how you like it. She knew you so well.

"Couldn't sleep, you?"

Before you answered, you took in her appearance. Her short hair was messy as a result of her slumber, and she rocked a matching set of baby pink pyjamas.

"I guess I could say the same. I've had too much on my mind lately." You took a large gulp of your drink, ignoring the fact that its heat felt like molten lava was being poured down your throat. She hummed in response, looking out to the horizon. She turned to you with a frown, sighed, and then asked you a question. "What do you want to do in the future?" The question took you aback, but you knew what you wanted out of life, and you were comfortable telling her. As you thought of your future, you saw a wedding, maybe children, and a steady career.

"Well, once more heroes rise from the future ashes of the avengers, I want to settle down. Helping the earth, and the universe, is everything to me, so I want to work for as long as I can. It would be brilliant to meet somebody soon..." you took a breath, "and possibly fall in love. I don't know about kids, but having somebody to share my life with means the world to me. What about you?"

She was looking at you with such admiration, and you met her gaze. She smiled and turned back to the view, thinking hard. "I think I want to stay on earth." She put it more bluntly than you've ever heard her speak, and you were surprised with the answer.

"Seriously? You literally have super powers, have travelled to so many galaxies, fought the universes biggest threats, and are practically immortal. And at the end of the day, you really want to stay on this junk yard of a planet?"

She faked an offended look and punched you on the arm. "I have more friends of this junk yard of a planet than I do in the entire galaxy. And it's not every day that you get to spend the rest of your life with a group of misfits like us who only care about protecting people. After things have settled down in this realm, I want to stay here to protect my family." You smiled as she turned her head towards you. "And besides, this junk yard of a planet has a very amazing person on it who I'd never be able to get rid of, no matter where I decide to settle down."

You both laughed, and you finished your cocoa. "I'm going back to bed, I promised Natasha that I'd train with her tomorrow and God knows that I need the energy." You smiled and turned to walk away before she grabbed your wrist. Neither of you said anything, but words weren't needed. She pulled you into a hug in which you happily returned, and she gave you a small kiss on the forehead. You stayed like this for a while before you found your eyelids growing heavy. She let you leave for real, this time, and you fell asleep thinking about her.

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Two days later, you were sat in the conference room with all of the other avengers. Carol sat across the table from you, and you'd love to just stare at her for the entire meeting, but this was important. Somebody in New York had been committing a series of crimes. At first, it was small stuff like shoplifting or stealing somebody's bag on the street. But the longer they were left unnoticed, the bigger their crimes got. Yesterday, you had recieved information that five people were murdered in an attack in the Wall Street building. The criminal went by the name of Neeko, and he always left a note at the scene of the crime. All but one were addressed to the avengers - the note left at Wall Street was addressed to you, and you only. It soon became clear why; you knew all five people killed. One was a former colleague, another was a childhood friend, two of them went to college with you, and the last was your ex-boyfriend. Of course, you were distraught over all of these people being killed, but your determination to catch the killer overpowered your sadness. Steve was

leading the meeting, creating a plan as you went, and you perked up when you heard your name.

"In his last note, Neeko said that if y/n doesn't meet him in the warehouse on 42nd street tonight at 8pm, he'll be attacking one of the schools within the week." Steve looked directly at you. "There's no way that we can find out what school he could be targeting, so we're going to have to use you as bate?"

You nodded, feeling secure. Your family would never let anything bad happen to you, especially not in the hands of a serial killer.

"Now, I don't want to seem condescending, but are you sure you can do this, y/n?" The question came from Sam, who was sat at the opposite end of the table. You glared at him, confused as to what he was talking about.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You asked calmly, but with a hint of annoyance. They did this to you a lot; you were one of the younger in the group, and you were probably one of the weakest. They'd usually never put you in the centre of a mission, but it was a necessity this time around.

"I'm sure what Sam meant was that five people who are close to your heart have just been murdered." Steve sat in the empty chair next to you. "Are you sure you're stable enough to be put directly into the hands of the person who killed them?"

The wat he phrased it made you furious; they always doubt your abilities, and in this time where protecting your loved ones is more important than ever, they were hesitant to trust you. As soon as he asked you this, you stood up from your chair and stared directly at him.

"Stable? You're asking me if I'm 'stable' enough to be trusted?" You looked around at everybody else. Natasha ducked her head down, Bucky casually shielded his eyes with his hand, Tony gave you a sympathetic look; they all agreed with Steve.

You looked at Carol who gave you a small nod of approval, as if to say 'I wouldn't blame you if you burned down the entire avengers tower just from that remark.' Grabbing your jacket from the back of your chair, you walked out of the conference room. You heard Rhodey calling your name, but you weren't going to go back in there and be treated like a child. You and Carol had arranged to get brunch at 10:30, which was in an hour; you didn't know where you were going, but you were leaving the avengers tower. You needed a break.

Sitting down in a small red booth, you closed your eyes and rubbed your forehead. You went for a walk around the city before going to the diner, and once you were there, you were still far to annoyed to even think about eating. 60s music quietly rumbled from speakers on the walls and the smell of waffles and burgers clouded your thoughts.

"Y/n, are you okay?" You looked up and saw Carol who had just come from the tower. She sat down in the booth and placed her hand on top of yours, stroking the back of yours with her thumb. You sighed before giving her a weak smile.

"They don't think I can do it." You saw her nod, knowing exactly what you were thinking.

"It's not that they don't think you can do it, y/n. They know your abilities and how good you are under pressure, but a few of your friends have just died. They're worried that you might get a bit carried away, or worse."

Before you could reply, Carol got the attention of one of the waitresses and ordered a strawberry and cream waffle for you, and a root beer float for herself. You've both been to this diner so many times together that you each know exactly what you like. As soon as Carol turned back around, you started talking.

"That's the point. They're worried that I can't do my job, when we do this all the time. Every single one of us has been in a situation similar to this; where we've lost someone close to us and have to ignore how we feel, and continue to protect the world. Nobody would dare question Steve or Tony's judgement if they were in my position, so I don't see why they feel the need to question mine."

Carol looked surprised at everything you had just said, and it was clear that she didn't know how to reply. Before she could think of anything to say, you scooted closer to her and wrapped her in a hug. You breathed in the sweet smell of her vanilla perfume and the fresh cotton scent of her tee shirt. She rubbed your back, and you pulled away.

"I have to do this. Not just for myself, or the school kids, or my friends that were killed, but for them. I'm going to smash this mission so hard that they'll never dare question my abilities again." You were both smiling, and Carol gave you a high five.

"That's my girl!"

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It was nearing 8pm. You, Steve, Bucky, Tony, Natasha and Carol stood outside of the warehouse on 42nd; bringing all of the avengers would seem suspicious, so Steve chose just the right amount of people to protect you and catch Neeko. They were all suited up, except for you. You weren't dressed in your dark purple latex suit, but the skirt and jumper combo that you had worn earlier in the diner. It was your idea; showing up in your suit would alert Neeko and his companions, and make them think that you were planning an attack. Wearing normal clothes would make it seem like you weren't planning anything. When you told Steve, he was impressed that you had come up with the idea, and happily approved. However, you were slightly regretting it now. Being without the suit that Tony had made for you and knowing that you could, possibly, be walking into your place of death gave you a wave of fear, but you brushed it off. You had to prove to the rest of the group that you were more than what they think, or at least you'll die trying.

All of the avengers wore black watches, but when closely inspected, were actually tracking devices. They each had a tiny button on the side that when pressed, would alert every other device of where you were. The button was only to be pressed when you knew you'd be in a certain place for a while, and/or you were in a lot of danger. The button was really only meant to be pressed by you, so the rest of the group knew when to come and get you and where you were. But if another avenger was in trouble and needed backup, they could use it too.

Steve started going over the plan. "As soon as y/n gives us the alert, we head inside. Carol and I will go in from the front and find her, Bucky and Nat will go in from the back to see if there are any hostages or prisoners there, and Tony will fly above the roof and use his scanners to find out how many people inside are working for Neeko."

He gave you a clap on the back. "Are you ready, y/n?" You looked up at him, took a deep breath, and nodded. You were more ready than you'd ever be. You checked the phone in the back of your pocket, which read 7:58pm, it was almost time. Everyone watched as you grabbed Carol's hand, interlaced your fingers, gave it a weak squeeze, and walked straight through the main doors of the warehouse.

Everything smelt damp, and the faint scent of machine oil lingered in the huge hall. You looked around, not seeing a single sign of life in the entire room. You calmly strolled through the warehouse, being sure to stay in the main hall and not get lost in any other rooms.

"Hello? Hellooooo!? Anybody home?" You called into the darkness, hoping somebody would walk out any second. You were about to turn around and make your way back out through the doors before somebody threw a sack over your head. You shouted at whoever was behind you, kicking your legs out in an attempt to knock them over. This failed, and you only aggravated your captor more. They grabbed your shoulders to hold you still, and another pair of hands appeared to tie your wrists together in front of you. The same person who tied your hands also did the same to your ankles, and you felt the familiar pain of rope burn against your wrists and ankles. You continued to shout and scream for help, but the two people who had tied you up had picked you up and carried you away.

When the sack was removed from your head, you were tied to a chair with thick black rope. You looked down at your wrists, and blood dripped down your forearms. Just by looking at your surroundings, you knew you were probably inappropriate storage room; you tried, but failed to reach the button of your tracking device, letting out an angry sigh. The only thing lighting up the room was an old lightbulb above your head, but you could still see what was on the floor surrounding you: bodies. People who you didn't recognize, their organs pooling out of their lacerated stomachs. Their eyes had been gouged out of their faces, and a thick, brown liquid dripped from their mouths. You screamed, not out of fear, but of anger. You shouted until your voice became hoarse and your eyes watered.

Not long afterwards, you heard the locks on the doors being undone. You sat up, preparing for some sort of mob boss to walk in with a set of weapons. Instead, a tall man wearing an apron walked in. He wore a shirt and jeans, a pair of black glasses resting on the bridge of his nose; you would've thought he was a normal person if it wasn't for the heavily blood stained apron he wore. What disgusted you the most was that he looked no older than Tony did. Following him was one of his companions, short and stocky, carrying a sizeable wooden box. Along with them, they brought the scent of blood and rotting bodies.

"It's nice to meet you, y/n." His voice was low and fitting to what you would expect a serial killers voice to be like; thick, eerie, and leaving a sour taste in your mouth. He walked over to you and bent down, examining your face.

"You're a monster."

He chuckled at your stern expression, and didn't reply. You squirmed and wriggled in your seat, desperate to break free and kick him in the balls. Instead of breaking free from the chair, you just caused yourself more pain. Blood continued to slowly drip past your wrists and onto your hands, coating your dainty fingers in pure red. Noticing how desperate you were to get out made him visibly frustrated, so he stood up and gave you a hard punch in the face. This was the hardest you've ever felt somebody punch you, and you've trained with Steve before.

Your ears started ringing and vision went blurry. He had, quite obviously, broken your nose. Blood poured out of your nose like a waterfall, and you could feel a bone sticking out of place. You groaned, sitting up straight in your chair. Although you weren't really listening, he began talking again, pacing around the room.

"I know you and your little group of superheroes have been getting my letters, and I have to say, I'm quite offended," he stopped and looked at you, "you never wrote back. I'm sure your angry, y/n, I really am. After all, I killed some of the people who you trust with your life, and I'm about to do more than just that."

You were confused by what he meant, before his companion handed him a laptop. He placed it on the floor in front of you, and you saw what appeared to be security camera footage of another room in the warehouse. Two people were tied up on chairs just like you, and it took you a moment to recognize who those two people were.

Your parents.

And before you could open you mouth to ask him why your parents were here, another figure appeared on the screen. It was him.

"How are you in two places at once?" You asked, seeming stupid. He laughed again, a low, broad chuckle.

"Oh, you silly girl, I'm not in two places at once. That was recorded half an hour ago." You put two and two together and realised that your parents were here half an hour ago, and the blood on his apron was fresh. You couldn't think of anything to say, so instead, you watched the video. You gasped when Neeko pulled out a knife, and screamed bloody murder when you saw him slit both your mother and your father's throats. You looked away, but he grabbed your head and forced you to see what happened to your parents. With the knife, he cut out their organs and their eyes, being sure to look into the camera every now and again. You were sobbing, your eyes were puffy and red, matching the crimson blood that covered the bottom half of your face.

"That's enough! I can't watch any more!" You screamed up at him, choking on your own sobs. He showed no pity as he flicked his fingers at his companion, who went and collected the wooden box. Neeko opened it in front of you, showing you a syringe full of clear, slightly yellow tinted liquid. Before you could scream for help, he had already put the needle to your neck and injected you with the serum. Your eyelids began to feel too heavy to keep open, and you fell into a deep slumber.

You woke to the sound of knives being sharpened. You were still bound to the chair, but were in a different room. It was much larger, with a few mahogany desks along one of the walls. Instead of paperwork being laid on top of the desk, there was a selection of knives, scissors and other surgical tools. You knew what was about to come, and you were prepared for the worst.

"If you're going to try and kill me then you've picked the wrong fight." Everything hurt as you spoke, but you meant what you said. The avengers would be worried by your lack of alert, and would come and find you. Any minute now, Steve and Carol were bound to break down the door and rescue you.

"Oh, I'm not going to kill you, little girl." You hated him calling you that, you were in your mid early twenties but never treated like it, not even from the avengers.

"No, I'm not going to kill you. But what I am going to do is mess you up so badly that you'll never be able to fight with your precious friends ever again, and you'll live with the knowledge that you weren't strong enough to save your parents, and you weren't strong enough to save yourself." You spat at his face, which only made him laugh even more.

Turning his back to you, he picked up a knife from one of the desks. He walked over to you and sat down on an empty chair that you never even realised was beside you. Your legs were bare under your skirt, showing the most skin than any other part of your body. He placed the blade of the knife on the middle of your thigh and slowly pressed it in. You screamed, pure agony surging through you body. Hearing you scream only made Neeko want to continue, so the more you screamed the deeper her pushed the knife. Only the first half of the blade was inside of you, but you only realised how bad it was when you felt the cold metal hit your bone. He pulled the knife out and basked in the sound of your piercing screams. Just in fucking time, you heard a knock on the door. Who in the living hell would be knocking at the door while this was going on?

Neeko rose and went to answer the door. Only opening it slightly, he peered out at who was there. Then, you heard her voice.

"Pizza delivery, motherfuckers." She sent a photon blast directly to his face, and then another to his companion. She strode in, and as soon as she saw you she went pale. Your entire face, arms, thighs and ankles were drained in your own blood, and you were bound to a chair, panting. She ran over to you and broke the ropes with her own hands, and pressed the alert button on her watch. She knelt beside you, and once you were fully untied, you couldn't help but collapse directly on top of her. Your arms were draped over her back as she picked you up in a fire man's lift, walking out of the door to meet the other avengers.

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It had been 6 days since the night in the warehouse. After passing out, you were taken back to the tower by Carol, Bucky and Nat, where Bruce managed to identify and heal your injuries, to the best of his ability. Steve and Tony caught Neeko and his accomplices, turning them into S.H.I.E.L.D., their fate was to be decided by Nick Fury. It took you 3 days to wake up from your passing out; whatever they had injected you with keeps you asleep for longer, and they had put far too much in you. Once you had finally awoken, you used the next three days to recover in and out of bed, being forced to do mandatory small exercises to ensure your body was working perfectly. The sixth day was your first day fully out of bed, walking around the avengers tower. You needed crutches, as the wound on your leg wasn't big enough for stitches and had to recover independently. Additionally, you wore a small brace on your nose, so your bone could be shaped back into place. The only people you had seen since waking up were Bruce, Steve, and Peter. Steve had come to tell you everything that happened, and Peter came to see if you were okay. Bruce recommended no visitors until you were able to get out of bed, as it could over stimulate you, but Peter couldn't sleep knowing that you were in pain.

Carol left 3 days ago to return to her mission. She was the only person who you wanted to see; you had been through so much, and nobody could get you thought it better than her. Hobbling into the elevator, you went to the roof. You were wearing a onesie, courtesy of Wanda, and just wanted to be alone on the balcony to see the city like you and Carol had done a week ago. Once the elevator doors opened, you felt the chilly evening breeze hit your skin. Before you could step out of the elevator, you saw somebody stood on the balcony. You didn't recognize them at first, but they knew exactly who you were.

"Well well well, my favourite earth human seems to be doing quite well considering that she almost died last week."

Carol turned around and jokingly winced when she saw the state you were in, and you would've laughed if you weren't in complete shock.

"Carol..."

"Y/n."

"What are you doing? You shouldn't still be on earth." You made your way over to meet her on the balcony.

"I couldn't just leave you in a coma while I fight crime across the galaxy."

You laughed, and grabbed her hand, not a single worry crossing your mind.

"I love you, Carol. I have for ages, but I've never appreciated how much you mean to me until now." She smirked, raising a hand to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

"I love you too, y/n." You stood on your tip toes to kiss her, and she pulled back immediately when you did. You worried that you had done something wrong.

"It feels better to do this now that we're actually a couple." You both laughed as she leaned back into the kiss, but instead, she accidentally bonked your brace with her nose, which resulted in even more laughing.

You have been waiting so long for this.

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god-save-the-keen · 5 years ago

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Rory Gilmore time!

1. "Nothing excites me before 11:00."

2. "I really do hate everyone today, including myself."

3. "I just got hit by a deer!"

4. "I think I may have loved you, but I need to just let it go."

8. "Like, ‘Stop eating the paste’ special?"

5. "I love you, you idiot."

6. "The dress is fine. The person in it, however…"

7. "One of those moments when everything is so perfect and so wonderful that… you almost feel sad because nothing could ever be this good again."

8. "I should hate you, not miss you. Make me hate you."

9. "Says the woman/man with a Hello Kitty waffle iron."

10. "Name, I promise, the only way you could be more important to me is if you had a Kit-Kat bar growing out of your head."

11. "No, he/she’s not, we broke up. No, oh no, I’m sorry, he/she broke up, I thought we were just taking some time, but apparently, I’m a moron!"

12. "I can take running into him every day in the halls, and in the paper and the coffee cart… Oh my god! I'm gonna have to quit drinking coffee! And I love coffee!"

13. "I think I may have loved you, but I just need to let it go. So, that's it, I guess. Um, I hope you're good. I want you to be good, and, um, okay, so, goodbye."

14. "Did you do something slutty?"

15. "I'll eat to that."

16. "Oh my god, he kissed me."

17. "Are you ever gonna ask me out? You flirt with me. You act like you like me."

18. "That okay, there's nothing to see. Name1's in a Speedo, Name2's in a skirt, Name3's in assless chaps." "Oh my God, stop! I'm never gonna be able to close my eyes again."

19. "Hey, I have an idea! Why don't you just pretend we did and go around acting really immature. Oh wait..."

20. "We need perspective." "We need therapy."

21. "What do you mean what am I doing? I'm ranting! You should recognize it, I learned it from you."

22. "You'll find someone else." "What if there is no one else?" "Then you'll get some cats."

23. "So you mean someone broke into our house, went past our TV, our stereo and our jewelry, then headed straight for the booster club cashbox, took $18 and left the rest?"

24. "They haven't had any cocktails yet." "Really?" "Oh yeah, when they start having cocktails we're gonna have to hide you."

25. "Hey, I haven't been dressed by a bird since I was two."

26. "Oh my God, just eat the burger already!"

27. "You need to start napping in the afternoons."

28. "Would you really feel guilty?"

29. "Which means you lied about why you came over."

30. "You're squirming. I've never seen you squirm. It's entertaining."

31. "But then you guys talked and eventually, time went by, and now you love him."

32. "Please, don't walk away like that!"

33. "Name, how much do you like this girl/boy?" "Do what you gotta do, Name."

34. "Hey, I got your note." "Yeah, well, putting it in the mallomars was a pretty safe bet."

35.*Rory, holding burger with two hands, puts her pinky up.* "Being a lady is hard."

36. "There's more of them!" "Name, the flowers on the wallpaper are not growing or reproducing."

37. "Okay, our house is burning down, and you can save the cake or me. What do you choose?"

38. "I need you to be serious here." "You're wearing a newspaper on your head and you want me to be serious?"

39. "I have multiple personalities, it might be one of me."

40. "My sister recognized you from the pictures in my box." "In what box?" "The box of stuff I have of us. Pictures and letters and everything I got from you." "You have a Name box?"

41. "Don't take this the wrong way, but get out."

42. "Just making an observation." "Great. We'll build a dome over you and jam a telescope in your head."

43. "You can't just say a normal sentence right? Just 'Hey, lets talk' is too dull for you?"

44. "So, what time does the judgmental express arrive?" "Grandma gets here at noon."

45. "You whine, you complain, you act like a child." "I do not." "I had to pay you five bucks once so you wouldn't go in sweats."

46. "Ladies and gentlemen, the drama king and queen of *Place*."

47. "What, are you afraid?" "Of going into a strange city with two guys I don't know? Yeah!"

48. "I want a pet." "You have me!"

49. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

50. "Do you have any idea how many people you've hurt? What is wrong with you? Forget it, I wouldn't expect you to understand."

51. "How many languages can you say "none of your business" in?"

52. "You did not." "I did too!" "You did not, because you are not stupid! Slimey and weasily yes, but stupid no."

53. "Nothing happened! We fell asleep!"

54. "I got kissed! And I shoplifted!"

55. "The cops shut down an eight year old's birthday party?" "And arrested the clown."

56. "Name! Who's your friend?" "I don't know, but this is Name."

57. "And just what is wrong with you? You already have everything! What the hell is wrong with you that you have this constant need to be the biggest jerk in the entire world?"

58. "Would you like me to drive so you can continue your diatribe?"

59. "It's not that bad." "Do you want a mirror?" "I'm taking it off."

60. "You're feeling pretty good about yourself right now, aren't you?"

61. "You're happy." "Yeah." "Did you do something slutty?"

62. "A little nervous breakdown can really work wonders for a girl/boy."

63. "Did you hear what she called us? 'Adorable.' She called us an adorable couple."

64. "God! You are like a pop-up book from hell!"

65. "Why doesn't he like me?" *Crying on the floor.*

66. "Can't you shut up for five seconds? Thank you."

67. "I cannot do this alone."

68. "I'm madly in love with you." "Well, good luck with that."

69. "Why did you come here?" "Because you didn't say goodbye."

70. *Hangover.* "Ugh, I need a taco."

Use them, reblog them, quote them, make request, whatever you like!❤️

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hoopdiddies · 6 years ago

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I'm Not Over You // Ben Hardy x Reader (Part 10)

A/N: I am so sorry that I have not been on for a full week. The phone I had used to edit this in broke and I had to buy a new one plus this is the last chapter and apparently the longest, regardless of my recent claims of the previous ones being the longest lmao. I hope this won't disappoint, I couldn't think of a more consistent flow due to the days I've been without my phone to type some ideas in. I hope you guys will enjoy this last part anyway, and thank you so much for supporting this entire series! I have a new series in mind but it's a WIP. Thanks again for all the love! IMPORTANT NOTE: I WILL BE CUTTING A PART IN THIS CHAPTER AND PUTTING IT UNDER A PART 10.1 IMMEDIATELY AFTER I POST THIS FOR THE SAKE OF THE LIMIT. TAGS WILL BE MENTIONED IN THE COMMENTS

Summary for this part: A wedding brought you apart and it will be a wedding that will bring you back together.

Warnings: A good balance of fluff and angst, mention of injuries and alcohol and some long ass writing.

WC: A whopping 10k

Parts: 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

You are painfully a feet away from the door and yet here you are, frozen after having turned 180 degrees only to stumble upon those eyes you had hoped to gaze into again. One swallow from you and you begin gliding along the tiled surface towards him, checking through every pad whether or not he's really awake.

After stopping at his side, you are now certain you're not anywhere close to dreaming. "Ben?" His name leaving your lips like an answered prayer. He's staring back at you with his left eye half-open – taking into account his current sensitivity to light– but with the same energy he exudes everytime you're together.

His chapped lips curl into a smile so slow yet so sweet at the same time; almost an upgrade to his classic 'Benny beam' which you had fun dubbing back in the days. "Y/N..."

And once again, you disrupt the orderly function of your tears and let them gush down, quickly but carefully wrapping your arms around him in bittersweet joy, exclaiming his name thrice into his hospital gown. "You...you bloody idiot! I thought you'd never wake up..."

Having just woken up from a coma, his voice comes out extra breathy and brittle but full of life, chuckling at how you're greeting him back into the conscious world. "Is that...is that how you welcome your best mate back?"

You shake your head ardently, sniffling against his chest and taking in the scent of mint. "Shut up. You frightened us!"

He really wakes up seconds before the clock strikes 'it's too late'. The convenience is hardly believable.

"I'm gonna call the doctor and tell him you're up." You act swiftly on your feet but a grip as strong as you least expected it to be hinders you from taking a step away and you turn around at Ben who's woven his fingers around yours. You give him a concerned yet quizzical look for it.

He sighs deeply, closing his logy eyes for a brief moment before opening them to you– gazing up at you meaningfully as he draws you close with the little, physical strength he has left. "You frightened me, rather."

"What... are you talking about?"

You won't admit it now but the way his fingers are currently snaked around yours could make your heart palpitate any second now.

His green eyes bore into yours effectively, suddenly invalidating your surroundings and making it seem like it's just you and him on the face of the entire planet.

He struggles to swallow before repeating. "You frightened me. You're still leaving..."

His voice crack as he said 'leaving' obliterates the fragments of what was once your soul, punching a gaping hole as a replacement. How is he able to remember your emotional outburst at the after party when he has just woken up and should at least forget a few details?

But then you realize you've been talking to him a lot as he was out of order.

You nod unfortunately, laying your hand on his which is still fondling your other one. His skin has warmed up a notch and that's a progress. You need to clarify this to him again since the last time you did, you both ended up in disarray and in the middle of the road.

"I...I've already told you everything."

"I don't wanna- I don't wanna lose you."

"Ben..." You cut off as your hopeless gazes meet like lightning, his irises darkening at the manner in which your eyes have transfixed on his.

"Please..."

Worried that his stable condition might shift due to the rising agitation he's showing, you sit beside him and bring his knuckles up to your lips, hearing the beeping of the heart monitor quicken which sounds incredibly alarming, an indication that his heart rate has elevated due to his induced stress.

You press your lips into his pale knuckles with your eyes thoroughly shut hoping to soothe him through it, tears trickling from your cheeks and onto the back of his hand as you choke on your words. "Ben...come on. You know I can't stay, you have to understand that."

He slowly shakes his head, biting his bottom lip as he grimaces at the bitterness, softly but agonizingly begging for you to reconsider. "You have to. Please, love. I need you to. I want you to."

Do the short term effects include stubbornness? Cause he's really determined to get you to stay no matter what. Joe must be tortured with waiting by now and at any given moment, he's bound to consider barging in.

You kind of hope he would. God, you should be out there notifying his attending physician about his regained consciousness and for goodness sake, Rosy ought to be here for this. She can't just wander out whenever she likes when her fiance's an injured man struggling to recover.

While keeping his trembling knuckles close to your lips, you move closer and question him, your voice downsizing to an unsteady whisper. "Why? Ben, I'm leaving primarily to pursue a career. Not just because of some heartbreak, this is a dream come true. I'm finally a stair close to reaching it. Why aren't you at least happy for me?"

"I am..."

"Then you have to let me go."

"It's not that easy..."

"Do you think it's any more easier for me? No! But this is what must be and you have to trust me on this," it's as if your heart is in your mouth from feeling so harrowed by all of this, but you have to make him see that this is the only way and that it is also important that you leave, "I'm sorry if I said some things that night that weren't exactly the way I felt. But I have to leave. You're getting married to Rosy soon, you know. Don't worry about me..."

He wishes he could just sit up with ease and cage you in his arms but all his incapacities at the moment are inhibiting him from doing so. Knowing he can't do anything about it emotionally deflates him.

He withdraws his hand a little and presses it to your flushed cheek, kneading your delicate skin as he shakes his head gently to prevent the dressing around his head from becoming less taut.

"I think I know well enough who I want to marry now..."

You can't distinguish what present beating has accelerated; the heart monitor's, your own heart, or at best both. But you're sure as hell his words weren't a product of your own imagination, your eyes drifting from one of his orbs to the other in a daze, looking for any sign that would prove that it's not you he's directed it at but it does otherwise.

"What are you saying?"

The skin of the front of his neck moves along as he swallows dryly to assure you the realness of his words, his thumb traveling up your face to wipe the moist corner of your eye. "I'm a bloody wanker for taking so long to see...that you're the one who has always kept me grounded, who has always made me feel more like myself. Even as far as making me feel like I don't need all this fame to lead a good life, " his breath shortens between each sentence and your jaw goes slack as he exploits the atmosphere to continue, eyes buried deep into yours as if the space in between doesn't even matter anymore.

"I'm an idiot...for not realising sooner that it's always been you."

"Ben-"

"I love you too, Y/N L/N, more than the way I used to. How could I ever be happy without you? We promised neither of us is going anywhere, right? "

Definitely not in the context of mere friendship. For a moment, you make it your quest to find your voice to react and you do.

"You can't. You can't- I mean, what about Rosy? Surely your feelings for her wouldn't just go away like that-"

"It's been doused for so long with the ones for you growing," he's thumb is now gingerly stroking circles on your cheek, the green in his eyes gleaming, "that dance at the after party put me in my place and I asked you if you were still coming to my wedding because...it was my way of telling you how I felt at that moment."

Despite the idea coming off a little incoherent, you immediately get the bottom line. It would've been like coming to your own wedding. You study his gaze confusingly before coming to believe that he actually does love you back in the way you always have.

The words have been built up from the moment he whipped out his share of the polaroid and reestablished his promise as the way he felt towards you took a dramatic turn.

Yet no matter how badly you want to stay and finally work some things out with him, he's engaged and you're leaving in 45 minutes.

And what of Rosy? Hopefully Ben wouldn't think of just fragmenting her like that.

Your deafening silence puts Ben under a heap of worry as he painfully anticipates for your reaction. You shake your head at the unlikelihood of your present situations, bringing your eyes shut as you respond in the only way you can without any words needed to express how sorry you are and how much you've waited for him to say it.

Against your better judgement, you lean your body towards him and catch him off guard with the most bittersweet, goodbye kiss anyone could ever exercise on a moment's notice.

You can tell his positive response with how rapid the heart monitor pulses are becoming and how his lips have begun moving passionately against yours.

His eyes flutter shut in return, tangling his fingers in your hair as he dares to deepen the kiss, eager to feel every inch of your lips as he knows that you still won't be staying after this.

Wait for me to come home...

You pull away catching your breaths as you rest your forehead on his, his hand stroking the back of your hair for the little time you have left in your hands.

This feels so wrong yet so right at the same time. Howbeit strong the desire to stay put, you break away before the spark between either of you becomes magnetizing enough to change your mind.

"Please tell me where you're going...please." He pleads yet you refuse to tell him where you're headed to avoid a fuss, shaking your head apologetically with the space between you both increasing.

"I'm so sorry." You whisper, retreating quickly to the door as you ignore his broken pleas and just in time to be welcomed by the doctor, Rosy and some nurses who are here to conduct another assessment. Your pulse picks up at the sight of an uneasy Rosy along with an extra glimpse of a tuft of red and a head of blonde hair overtopping from behind her, eager to check up on whatever is occurring.

Joe and Lucy.

You clear your throat as you utter quickly to the doctor, unable to set your gaze steady. "He's awake." Your update stirs them to hasten on their steps inwards and you don't bother to stop to give Rosy a glance as she brushes by you, with you feeling the slightest, if not an immense amount of guilt for kissing her fiance– your best friend, who now has to make a troubling choice in choosing between you and her. Most importantly, you wouldn't dare to contend with Rosy over this, you'd rather let it happen naturally and see where it would lead but that's the least of your priorities.

You've whizzed a meter past Joe and Lucy but freeze in your spot at Joe's frail call of your name, your shoulders relaxing after a brief pause. "Y/N...how did- how did it go?"

You remain static in your spot, just wanting to leave the building and basically see past everything.

"Let's just go."

Of course he and Lucy half expected your last conversation to be balanced on a scale of nonchalant to vehement but it went off the boundary of vehemence. With one more look at the closed door, the two catch up with you on your way out with a plan on revisiting Ben on their way back from the airport.

You lengthen the sleeve of your sweater and dab your eyes with it, striding towards the car and slipping into passenger's seat gracefully with the two trailing from behind. Once they climb in after you, they begin bombarding you with questions you'd expect them to drop but being so exhausted from all of drama just lessens your likelihood of elaborating your answers. With a few questions dismissed, you ask Joe to just step on it and he complies sadly.

Lucy gives you a sympathetic, lopsided smile and however stagnant your expression is at the moment, you return the favor as the car accelerates on the road ahead.

You bother to give the distancing hospital one last look; giving him one last look.

At the same time the doctors are asking Ben some questions and performing a few physical tests on him, you make it to the airport with some time to spare. Joe and Lucy accompany you into the waiting area agreeing to stick around just until your flight number is announced.

Propping your luggage bag against a vacant seat next to the ones Joe and Lucy are seated on, you dig through your pocket and pull your phone out to check if there are any calls you've slept on. So far nothing of the sort but a dozen texts from friends and acquaintances wishing you the best on your flight to Spain, though you still have to return to London to collect your essentials.

Their words coax a small smile on your lips and after pressing the button to your home screen, the wallpaper brings a small tear to your eye– you and Ben with your arms wrapped around each other beaming goofily at the shutter of the camera.

In this instance, you begin wondering why photos and pictures

have become such a recurring emblem in your friendship. Joe and Lucy notice the sadness spring out of your eyes and cloud your features as you gaze one last time at your phone, and they instantly figure out what you were looking at. Lucy gets up and turns you around softly by the shoulder, prompting you to talk it out to them prior to leaving. If it unloads the stresses you're under then you agree to it, telling them what went on inside the room not too long ago.

Upon mentioning the bit where Ben confessed to you and was insistent on not letting you leave, Joe breathes out a firm, "I knew it" and Lucy shakes her head incredulously at Ben's 'perfect' timing but overall they're both glad he's opened his eyes– in a metaphorical and physical sense– to the person who has always been worthy of that spot in his life. As your conversation comes to a close, the announcement of the boarding of your flight number limits your bittersweet goodbyes however you do promise that you'll call them as soon as you touchdown.

"You better do well out there! Don't forget to call us every once in a while. Or everyday, damn it!" Joe calls out after blowing multiple kisses to you, he and Lucy bidding you an effective farewell. You wave back at them with a reassuring grin before disappearing into the crowd of bustling passengers, huffing sadly underneath your breath as you trail your finger smoothly across your bottom lip– where Ben had left his precious, goodbye mark for you. Something you ought to hold on to dearly for the moments you'll be missing out on.

Many months later

During your first day in the University of Barcelona, you could've sworn it was all but a dream and at any given moment you could've awakened; but it wasn't. It was right before your eyes and you were standing upon the solid concrete that held those opportunities. In the first days you were but a foreigner; merely wandering around the campus with your textbooks in hand making your journey to the lab and cafeteria a noble quest. Like your life depended on finding your way through every twist and turn on a day to day basis, asking fellow students where particular rooms were as you struggled to maintain good eye contact.

It was an everyday uphill battle for everyone.

However things have improved immensely in the following months, you have gained new friends in most of your classes, developed a good sense of direction around the campus and you've scored solid 90's in your classes which you thought would be bumpy the first time but attainable anyway through nights spent with ounces of coffee, extensive reading and episodes of academic agony.

Despite the pressures in your first year, you still keep in touch with your friends and family back home, especially with Joe and Lucy to whom you had once swore to always call. They're glad to know you've been at your peak in the past few months plus they wouldn't stop making a fuss about how much they miss you and long to have some sort of reunion once you decide to go back for a break. They've been well too– Joe's planning on producing a new movie although he's not certain with the details yet, Gwilym has talked to you as well and he's thriving with new projects which you were quick to congratulate him on and Lucy - oh, darling Lucy- apparently Rami had taken her out of the country again and popped the question out of nowhere just two months after you left.

Of course, when she told you the news the hot brew you had nearly swallowed came spewing out of your mouth in surprise thereby catching the attention of the people you were with at that time. But that was out of happiness too, she's invited you to her wedding –a few months after breaking to you the news of her engagement– which is to take place two weeks from now, something you're unfortunately unsure of attending since you are steadfast on getting heaps of classwork done.

But you promised to update her if ever you found an opening on that week to squeeze in a flight.

"Aren't you coming with us? They're waiting downstairs and it's our only night off this week. " Ava, your roommate and closest friend among the others, asks as she slips on her cardigan, ready to leave for a night out. You've got a book propped up in front of you and you were just getting immersed in the lines you've taken your eyes off of. "Er, it's kind of a cold night out. You girls have fun anyway."

"You sure?"

You nod, flipping your pen in your fingers. "Just bring me home a smoothie while you're at it."

"Get your butt off the chair and do it yourself!" She whines as she throws a nearby ball of cotton at you and you giggle lightheartedly, wishing her and the girls good luck as she heads out, shutting the door behind her.

You're just relieved they can communicate fluently with you or you never would've gotten around the city easily. Just as you begin turning your attention back to your book, you suddenly lose the interest to continue and just close it for the night, picking your phone up and tossing yourself on the bed with a small jounce as you land.

You shift on your spot as you check through your messages, emails, some posts from friends and whatnot to pass the hour, eventually noticing a message from an unknown number sent just earlier today. Curiosity peaks in you and you don't think twice before clicking on it to read.

You've changed your number weeks prior anyway so it could be from someone you know whose phone number you haven't asked for yet.

Hey, Y/N.

I know this is out of the blue but it's been a while since I've heard from you and in all honesty I didn't even bother to contact you the first time out of the assumption that you might have busied yourself a lot and don't have the time to check your phone. But I've become so worried then that I had to decide to ask you how you're doing. How you're holding up wherever you are. If you're not overworking yourself since you tend to do that a lot. I know it's been months since we've last talked to each other but I just miss you. I miss seeing you, having those late night conversations that got you late in the morning for work, hanging out and your voice. I kind of want to call you but you might be occupied and I don't wanna be a bit of a bother.

I miss you so much, love. Every single day. I'm trying to distract myself with the new project I've taken but you're just impossible to sleep on. When will you ever be back?

Why does the tone of the message seem familiar?

You reread along the last lines and your heart comes to a stop at one word that gives away the possible identity of the sender.

The lingering silence in the room making it possible for you to hear the elevated throbbing of your heart. It's been a while since he's slipped into your mind and even until now, the love you have for him is still flourishing wholly. Even when you had your mind set on your studies, your heart unknowingly had some other priorities.

So has he called things off with Rosy because if he hasn't yet, the tone of the message wouldn't come off as sincere as this.

That's a question you don't need answered for the meantime however you wonder how he was able to text you when you've pretty much changed your number.

You hope he's fully recovered from that head trauma though it's been nearly a year since that happened. Your thumbs hover over the keyboard, thinking about replying.

Hey. Ben if this is you, it's great to hear from you again.

Your eyes dart to the send button, taking a brief pause before hitting it and discarding your phone to the side at least hoping he wouldn't respond immediately because then it would lead to a conversation that might just turn awkward.

Never have you had an awkward talk with him so it's something you wouldn't want to acquaint yourself with.

You grab your pillow and press your cheek against it in uncertainty.

"Don't even start...thinking about him." You mumble groggily into the pillow and lay flat on your back as you begin wallowing in your own doubt, your eyes becoming droopy at every second spent on staring at the pale ceiling with your right arm and leg thrown over the pillow like you're never gonna let it go.

You never even considered seeing someone else because deep down, you still hoped for him. Though you had exchanged some stares and 'interactive' words with a few guys in your classes, none of them ever came or would ever come close to Ben.

- - - - - - -

This week's lab work gave your brain a mild whiplash with all the hustling you were required to do.

Every morning, you either had breakfast or not and it all depended on how early you had to be there. Provided that you had to take off in the early hours, you had to skip a good bite nearly every morning; plus you were all being assessed closely by your professor and so a downshifted movement was every bit as unacceptable.

At least now that you had just gotten off from your last period you can reward yourself with some good Mediterannean food that should be the ultimate dinner of your night.

You and Ava are seated around a table laughing and enjoying each other's companies with your plates and glasses half-filled with leftovers after a quick chow down, but your attention is quickly divided as a text from Lucy surfaces. She's asked you about your availability next week and you ought to re-check your schedule for it. Once again upon pressing your home screen button you can't help but let a longing smile take form on your lips at your wallpaper and with you being oblivious to Ava noticing, to your demise, she takes a sly peek at what you're looking at and disrupt your train of thought.

"Who's that?" Ava asks with a cheeky grin to which you quickly recoil with your phone held loosely in your hand.

"Nothi- no-one. "

As nosy as she is tenacious, she swiftly

snatches your phone from your weak grip and dares to unlock it, the wallpaper of you and Ben making her swoon in delight. "Y/N, how on Earth did you get Ben Hardy to hold you for a photo like this?" Squealing like a schoolgirl, Ava grills you with an inquisitive look. You've never bothered to tell her or any of your new found friends anything about your friendship with him and so now she thinks you're a fan who merely got luck in her favour for a picture.

If only she knew.

"I don't know? How'd you know it's him?" You speak up your mind, a fleeting blush crawling its way to your face.

" Bohemian Rhapsody was a hit, of course. Queen rocks and I was all for it," she gesticulates as a matter of fact and winks playfully, "and later on we were all for the cutie who played Roger Taylor."

You try your very best not to let a single squeak of laughter escape your lips as she begins drooling over him. What are the chances of her finding out, right? You would tell her about it and have her meet him however your situation is too dire to act in. Come to think of it, you haven't received a reply to your reply to his message. He could be juggling a lot in his hands at the moment, perhaps.

"Cutie. Yeah, he's cute. But the guy seems clumsy enough to drop your heart." Here you are throwing a sportive shade all the way from Barcelona.

As if she's taken a fake offense at your comment, Ava overdoes a gasp. "Is that how you say thanks?"

You respond with a one-shoulder shrug, your voice neutral to keep yourself from giving away the screams of your heart. "I'm just saying. What are we doing next week by the way?"

"As I've been told by Mr. Gomez, the school will be hosting an array of meetings with the BOD and so we're given a time off."

You blink thrice at her. "Seriously? Like a week?"

She forks a tapa from her plate and bites down on it, nodding at you. "Three days max." So you don't have the entire week off, but that's great. Given that you had told Lucy you'd update her about your availability during that time and now that you have a few days to spare, you're conditioned to go. You quickly get up from your chair and excuse yourself from Ava, making your way to the terrace to dial Lucy who you hope is reachable at the meantime.

"Hello?"

"Lucy, hey!"

"Y/N, thank goodness you called!"

"About my weekly update?" You bite down on your lip in excitement, swinging your leg back and forth aimlessly.

"What about it?"

"I'm free next week."

- - - - - - -

"And cut! Okay everyone, lunch break. We're not cleaning up the rubble yet so we'll leave it there for the next scene." At the sound of the clapperboard slamming, all stunts have been ceased until the next roll and the main actors retreat individually to their own trailers, one of which is Ben who is walking back within beads of sweat dripping from his forehead as a result of a car stunt he had to perform on set. He's glad he can finally swing his left arm with unbridled ease after disposing of the sling just two months back although he's left with a few scars; the primary one on his forehead from the trauma he had.

A PA hands him a bottle of water and he thanks her for the save, cracking the lid off and chugging away. He waves at his fellow co-stars before entering his trailer and slipping out of his sweaty shirt, dumping it on the edge of the bed.

He places the bottle on a coffee table and swipes his phone from his drawer, being welcomed by a heap ton of messages, one days older than the next. He scratches his head at the result of his constant business; not being able to find time to reply thereby impregnating his inbox with miscellaneous messages.

Three from Lucy which he is 'obligated' to check first and foremost. Ben's lips twitch to an uneven smirk as he reads her messages, amused that he's been invited to her wedding, along with other people.

He replies with a simple yet sincere, "Thanks, I'll mark it on my calendar" before proceeding to put his phone down on the bed. He sighs, taking out his wallet from his drawer and opening it to pick out something, the dual polaroid he's folded in catching his eye and all of his attention; and for a moment, his heart stops.

He pulls it out from its slot and unfolds it, the tape used to stick it together crinkled but still an effective adhesive. Without taking his eyes off of the polaroids, he plops down on the edge of the bed and wipes his forehead, hiding the ridiculous smile he now has on his face behind his hand. The memory still does things to him apparently and he has never let go since the day you kissed him goodbye. He can still feel the touch of your lips linger on his and admittedly, he traces his finger across the spot every time you cross his mind. The things you had said to him while he was unconscious ultimately stuck in his mind and he just longs to hear your voice once more. There are multiple times he forgets that you're not around to vent to or watch a good game of rugby with or do whatever you used to do together, no matter the trouble.

Generally speaking, he just yearns to be with you.

On a side note, he had long called things off with Rosy, exactly a day after he had awakened. Of course, she didn't take it easy but he knew damn well who he loved.

A heavy sigh leaves Ben's lips as he lowers his head at the frustration he feels for never owning up to his feelings.

She probably has some other guy in her life now. What are my chances? He thinks dryly to himself. "Hey, Ben? Break is over." The assistant director knocks on his trailer door and he tells him that he'll be out in a few. Tucking the polaroids back into his wallet, he snags the fresh shirt that's been laid out on the sofa across him and pulls it on, combing his blond hair back with his fingers before heading out to get the day done without realizing that he has skipped your reply.

With the days leading up to Rami and Lucy's wedding, they have never been more busier about any other event in their entire lives. They've decided on a beach wedding and to hold the reception there as well. Lucy has made you one of her bridesmaids yet you declined at first because that would mean you would have to fly in early for a practice down the aisle but she's assured you that practice wouldn't be necessary. She has taken care of the dresses and such and all you need to do is just fly down to California, again, to attend. Speaking of dresses, you bought her a little wedding gift yourself. It's something small but it's bound to suit her look.

You've told Ava about the wedding– excluding essential details like whose wedding it is specifically– and she's a little disheartened that you wouldn't be around to hang out with for the week but you've reassured her that you won't be long; considering you'll also be reviewing for upcoming tests.

"Okay, so it's a beach wedding? Drastic times call for some drastic measures, chica!" She exclaims and throw her arms up in the air, springing out of her bed and rummaging through her wardrobe as you throw what you can into one, just one luggage bag.

She pulls out a black two-piece bikini from the drawers and upon beholding it, you feel your eyes burn to a crisp. "There won't be any swimming, as far as I'm concerned."

"You'll never know. Just toss this in, it might come in handy." You swear you saw a mischievous glint in her eye as she said that. You press your lips into a tentative, hard line before surrendering, grabbing the pair from her and stuffing it in the unreachable depths of your luggage.

"Happy?" She nods vigorously and you sigh in defeat, zipping your bag close.

The day came and the jet lag is still real. You've flown in a day prior, exactly the day of Lucy's bridal shower and well, a literal bone crushing hug welcomed you on your way into the arrival area. She looked really fresh and bloomy before you arrived but afterwards, it was a messy head of hair and a waste of makeup, not to give it a stretch but it was. She's shed a few tears from how long you've been gone and you couldn't help but shed a few yourself, awfully missing her and the rest.

She's prepped a hotel for all her bridesmaids to stay in and you had some thoughts on how much she's spent but it's her wedding so who are you to question? As she helps you settle in your room, she pauses and brings you in for another big hug.

"Aww, Luce." You chuckle over her shoulder, rubbing her back.

She snaps her eyes shut and hums. "Oh Y/N, I've missed you. We all have. I know we call a lot even from a distance but it's been so long since we've last seen each other."

You sigh heavily, still holding her close.

"LAX. Yeah. It's only been a year but it feels like forever," you pull away deliberately, hands still firm on her shoulders with a heartfelt gaze, "Congratulations, Luce. You and Rami better make wonderful babies."

She smacks your arm lightly as an appropriate response to your little tease. "Shut it. Tell me everything."

"Everything?"

"Yeah," she planks down on the edge of the duvet and crosses her legs, leaning her body forward, "how's Spain? How's the school? The agony? Been seeing someone?" The last bit catches you by surprise; as if she's emphasized the question enough for it to be the main thing you have to answer. You disregard it for a few seconds until she brings it up again. You turn to give her an incredulous brow lift, something she returns with a curious grin. "Are you seeing anyone?"

In your mind, she should know that you've only ever had one guy in your heart but knowing Lucy, she just wants to hear you say it yourself .

You huff underneath your breath, planting your hands on your hips as you perpend on saying the following. "Spain is amazing. School is both heaven and hell. The agony exists in every divot, and no, I'm not seeing anyone."

"That's good."

You glance sideways awkwardly. "Okay? Is what good?"

"Everything, except the agony part, especially the last."

"I'm not seeing anyone?" You repeat and she nods with a blossoming smile. You don't say anything else since it's obvious that she's keen on letting you talk about Ben but today's not the day that you do. It's the day before her wedding and every present air particle should be all about her.

"Regardless, Miss Boynton. This week is all about you so," you alter your stance and skip to your luggage bag, unzipping one compartment and pulling out your wedding gift for her, "it's not much but I figured this looks better if it's on you." You hand her the palm-sized object and she lets out a little gasp at what you got her. It's a hair comb adorned with two, white roses and pale rhinestones that glimmer under the spilling light.

Something that would upgrade her sun-kissed beauty on a clear day. You try it on her and step back to picture her with the full ensemble as she walks down the sandy aisle tomorrow. "Good lord, look at you all grown up." You pretend to tear up and she tilts her head back in a burst of laughter, walking to you with welcoming arms and green eyes that are nearly brimming with tears.

"Oh I love it, Y/N! I knew something was missing in the outfit but you've completed it. It's perfect." She mumbles happily against your shoulder and her contentment tickles your insides.

"I'm glad you like it."

After giving you a look of what you'll be wearing tomorrow and a few, friendly introductions to the rest of the bridesmaids, the bridal shower is where everything is at. Ranging from colorful streamers to champagne to cake strippers, the latter putting you under uneasy situations when you just wished to enjoy your drink and your own space. At the same hour you're enjoying yourselves, on the other side of town is where Rami and the boys are on full swing with his bachelor's party. It has the same vibe, only without the strippers and streamers and constant belly-aching movement.

You just pray none of you will be waking up with hangovers at the hour you'll be fixing yourselves.

And indeed none of you have.

You've all waken up like ladies but clumsily as the realization of the time nudges you out of your beds. Ceremony starts at 9 and you're 5 hours early to ensure that everything progresses smoothly.

It's a condensed hustle within your separate rooms; the pattern of getting ready ever so similar. Shower, makeup, hair, dress, and retouch; all done in complete unison. With all the bridesmaids, including yourself, conditioned outfit-wise, you all gather in Lucy's room to assist in psyching her up for the big day. Her mom's in too to witness every precious second of seeing her daughter fly off on her own.

She's still in her robe but her hair and makeup have been beautifully done by one of her makeup artist friends. She's about to step into her gown, a sight the girls are just dying to see.

"Alright, Lucy. Let me just zip up the back." Says one of the girls who has helped with her makeup as Lucy stands confidently but nervously in front of the mirror, scanning her reflection. You fold your hands together in anticipation, gasping as she turns around slowly with the skirt of the gown gracefully following her turning motion. Her radiance could put the sun's to complete shame.

"Well, say something, girls." She prompts with a chuckle and as expected, it is followed by the uproarious squeal of everyone in the room including yourself. Rami is guaranteed to have his gaze super-glued to Lucy the moment she reveals herself. After having a dozen compliments shower her, you and the rest of the girls retreat outside to give her and her mother a time to talk. As you lean against the door frame, you fish out your phone from your purse and check your messages; coming across your reply to Ben which hasn't received another one from him yet.

You wipe off the downhearted smirk on your expression as the girls' murmurs increase as Lucy steps out holding a bouquet of flowers with her mom on her arm and the edge of her gown lifted by two assistants. She turns her head to find you and crooks her finger at you upon seeing you inclined against the frame, letting you walk by her side.

You notice she's sporting the gift you've given her and the sentimentality makes you want to tear up but in doing so would ruin your makeup and so you decide to save it for the kiss.

You lean in close to her and whisper in a flat but playful tone, your words making her giggle. "Rami's totally getting it."

"I'm not the only one who's getting it today." She winks at you and leaves you questioning what she meant. She made it sound like it's something you have to find out for yourself later on. The weather is fine and not as humid as you thought; the ideal atmosphere to marry under. The bridesmaids are to ride in a separate vehicle that will follow up behind the one Lucy and her mom will be taking. To say that your ride with the the girls to the resort turned out fun and noisy is an understatement; you couldn't be any more conscious about smudging your makeup as you busted your guts laughing at your topics. The driver had given you weirded out looks but you know he was just trying to feign a laugh. By the time you arrive at the resort, a gust of wind from the seaside welcomes you out and nearly messes up your hair though you've put it up in an elegant bun with your tendrils hanging loosely from the sides of your head. You traverse closely behind the rest of the girls and find the venue nearly packed with attendees in their most sophisticated dresses and suits. The altar is set meters away from the shoreline and a red carpet has been rolled out to serve as the aisle between lines of pillars decorated with tropical flowers. A gentle music piece is being played by a violinist and a cellist situated on the left side of the altar with waiters serving some four-seasoned refreshments for the guests to enjoy as they wait.

With all these people around, you can't help but wonder if either Joe or Gwilym made it. You haven't contacted Joe about arriving, given that you wanted to surprise him with your arrival. You peer down at your wristwatch and it's only an hour before the ceremony starts. Rami's nowhere to be seen and you badly want to congratulate him on this, but either way, he's probably attending to some other people and so you put that chance on hold.

As you had wished for yourself to be void of any mishaps today, you bumping into a tall figure as you turn around to walk away deters that possibility and mortifies you for a moment.

"Oh man, I'm so sorry-" You quickly apologize but cease as a familiar face meets your lifting gaze.

"What- Y/N?!"

"J-Joe?!"

"Y/N!"

"Joe!" After shamelessly screaming each other's names, you put no thought into the action of jumping into his arms for a tight hug. He's crushing you in one anyway. "Oh my g- what- when did you arrive, you little sneak? " He exclaims and lets you go for a split second, careful not to ruin your satin outfit. "You're going to murder me for this but yesterday."

His brows furrow in disbelief as his mouth hangs agape. "How dare you not tell me? I mean, I knew Lucy would invite you but...actually how dare you both for not telling me." He whines in a joking manner and you respond with a quick shrug. "Surprise, surprise."

"You sure did and wow," his eyes travel up and down your outfit and you click your tongue at him as he does, pointing your finger to your eyes that are aimlessly roving around his suit in the same manner. "Hey Mazzello, eyes here."

"Hypocrite, eyes here." He mimics your action mockingly and you take eye-rolling to the next level.

"Damn it Joe, I've missed you."

"Missed you too. Been a year but it feels like a decade and you look beautiful, by the way, in that outfit as a bridesmaid." He places his hand on your upper back and leads you into the lounging area that is close to the pool but not far from the event area.

"You don't look so bad yourself for a groomsman. "

"How'd you guess?"

"This is Rami's wedding. I'd know."

You got an hour to talk before you take your positions anyway so catching up would be vital. You settle down on the sofa and fit your talk into the time limit, telling each other about what went on in your lives for the past few months. A lot of interesting stuff has happened to Joe and he's absolutely lively as he talks about it however yours hasn't been much, just adaptation to a new environment and the academic agony. Your talk takes an interesting turn as Joe asks you a question related to something you haven't thought about for a few days.

"Since you're pretty much still on the market, you ever think about...you know."

Your brows crease at him. "What?"

"You know," he lifts his shoulder in a half shrug, "Ben."

"Oh." Is the only thing you can say. The answer is pretty clear, you do think about him but not on a daily basis. He comes across your mind when you've drifted off into oblivion with your thoughts or when something that may remind you of him catches your eye.

"Sometimes I guess. But not as deep as I used to."

"I know you miss him, Y/N, and he misses you too. Believe me, he tells me everytime he calls."

You cast him a short gaze but look back at your fingers, a little comforted by the thought and it motivates you to ask. "Is he still with Rosy?"

Joe scoffs, mildly amused and wholly relieved at the contrary. "That's the good news. He's broken things off with her long ago. Just a day after he regained consciousness."

"Really?" You won't admit it but part of you feels bad for her.

"Yeah and I'm not spoiling you the rest," he rises from his spot on the sofa and reaches out for your hand, pulling you up gracefully. "The thing's about to start." He gestures to the chairs that are beginning to get occupied by the people as the priest arrives. You walk back out alongside him, leaning in to ask out of curiosity. "What do you mean you won't spoil me the rest?"

"You'll see, now go skedaddle to Lucy. She needs her crew." He pats your shoulder with a crooked smile on and you sigh inwardly, waving at him as you divert paths; with you headed to where the rest of the bridesmaids and the bride herself are gathered.

"Gwilym! You're just on time." Spotting Gwilym making his way to join Sami – Rami's brother– at the front row of chairs on the right wing as one of the groomsmen, Joe greets him with a brief hug and takes his place next to him. Sami greets the two men as well, exchanging some remarks before being joined by Ben who had been caught in traffic on his way. "Benny!"

"Ben!"

"Hey, you guys! Am I late? Did I miss the vows?" He asks with a hint of irony as he takes the spot between Gwil and Joe, shaking hands with Sami at the same time. Not a minute longer they are joined by the remaining groomsmen and Rami who has finally garnered up the physical strength to stand on the altar without breaking a sweat.

"You got this, mate. Just don't look down. Your boutonniere looks nice if I might add." Gwilym simultaneously advises and compliments an already nervous Rami hoping to appease him yet earns a quick yet teasing smack from Joe for making a small joke out of the situation. To show them that he's actually better on every possible level, Rami stands tall and rests his hands on his front to exude that confidence and excitement of being minutes away from watching his soon-to-be Mrs. Malek grace the aisle with her presence.

The guests simmer down with their chatters as the first ones who will be walking down the aisle take their positions. The musicians stop playing as they wait for the cue to initiate the main piece in accordance with the first walk.

Among the ones that will be walking before Lucy's big entrance is you and though you'll be joined by your fellow bridesmaids, it somehow just quakes your nerves, tightening your grip around the small bouquet of flowers you've been given as a prop.

You can't understand why you're feeling nervous; you're not the one that's getting married but you just don't know why. The musicians are given the cue and they begin playing a familiar song, something contemporary but heart-achingly romantic.

"You okay?" Asks a fellow bridesmaid and you nod, telling her that you're a bit anxious. She reassures you with a smile and it unknots your tension. The guests and attendees turn their heads towards the threshold of the aisle and the sponsors begin walking down first. Next are some of their relatives, then you– the bridesmaids. There are at least seven of you and you come in fifth. As you begin sauntering down the aisle, you feel relaxed yet piercing eyes trail your movement yet you beg to differ and keep your head up with a mellow smile on your face as you keep your eyes ahead, your unsteady gaze fleeting from the altar and to the groomsmen seated at the front row of the right wing.

Your eyes land on Joe and Gwilym who start giving you bright beams as they notice you in an instant. If you weren't trying to walk sophisticatedly with all these people staring, you would let out the loudest, most awkward giggle. It's nice to see Gwilym again though. Just as you begin turning your unwavering attention away, you take a subtle double take at a certain pair of eyes that has found you long before you found them. You are meters away from reaching your end of the aisle and yet it seems as if you've only started walking with how the music has turned up and how you're exchanging astonished yet longing gapes with Ben who knows he is seconds away from exploding with who he's finally seeing. You're here as a bridesmaid for Lucy and yet ridiculously, you feel like the bride.

Of course he's here. Of course he's one of the groomsmen. Of course Lucy and Joe wouldn't tell you. Of course this is the thing Joe didn't want to spoil about. Why didn't you think about any of this earlier? It would've saved you the shock regardless of it being so obvious.

You gather the strength to break away from the trance you've put yourself in and stand next to the girls, using up all the willpower in your body to avoid risking a peek at the groomsmen– at one groomsman rather. It's the same struggle for Ben who is every bit as stubborn as the next person and does the contrary, going as far as tilting his head to one side just to cop a longer view of you, an action Joe notices and slaps his hand for. Ben winces a bit and gives Joe a questioning look for two reasons.

"Save it." Joe whispers flatly and yet Ben dismisses it and feels his breath hitch in his throat as the sight of you appeases his worries yet makes his heart run a mile. With the ring bearers and flower girls at the edge of their walk, everyone rises up at the reveal of Lucy. The music slows down to fit the pace of her walk with her mother by her side, her eyes finding Rami's and establishing a home in them. You glance at both of them and feel your heart inflate at how strong their love for each other is, something that usually only exists in novels and fiction. Lucy's eyes well with joyful tears as she reaches the altar and her mother finally surrenders her hand to Rami.

It's too much.

With you being too distracted by the spark between Rami and Lucy, you overlook Ben's unbreakable gaze at you. The moment you grew a smile, it invalidated everything else surrounding him.

The priest requests everyone to finally sit down and witness the lifetime commitment blossom. Throughout the ceremony, you can't help but feel his eyes sear through you yet you stand your ground and fix your gaze at the happenings on the altar, briefly failing every once in a while by finding yourself looking back at him. The moment has come for them to exchange their vows and you listen intently at every word sincerely uttered by the two. There are parts in their vows that make the people giggle and tear up at the emotion put into every word expressed. It seems surreal to you that the moment Rami tells Lucy that he's never going anywhere, your gaze meets Ben's and it becomes undeniably bewitching, Rami's words acting as a call back to your promises. As the rings are exchanged and the "I do's" are said, the priest pronounces them husband and wife and you tear your focus away from Ben just in time for Rami and Lucy to share their first kiss as a married couple. Cheers and applauds fill the air and even more tears of joy are shed at the start of their lifetime bond. They both couldn't look any more blissful, with the pair of them giddily flaunting their rings with grins so radiant and bright it undermines the power of the sun upon them.

The cheers and excitement continue at the reception which, of course, is hosted at the very same place. After the ceremony– you, the girls and Lucy took off to the rooms you've booked in the resort for the meantime to change into the appropriate apparel to match the vibe of the venue and even the venue itself. Rami and the boys drove back to their respective hotels to change as well and it was a bit hard for the newly weds to go their separate ways for a few hours just to change clothes. Now that you've all rejoined for the reception, lively doesn't even begin to cut it. It's just like any other wedding reception and like any other wedding reception, it's upbeat, smooth and a little haywire on the egdes. After going through with dinner and a couple of toasts and remarks about the funny side of Rami and Lucy's relationship, the dance floor is open for business. At first glance, the girls take you for someone who is in need of a lot acquainting with the dance floor and they're right; because of that they haul you in themselves and you end up enjoying moving around to the music. You decide to refreshen yourself with a glass of iced tea before returning to your fun. One gulp is all takes to replenish the energy lost and you turn around to head back but freeze in your spot at the sight of Joe with his hand out, asking you for a dance.

"Seriously?" You're not surprised but your brows shoot up in question.

"It's my way of saying 'I need to talk to you'. "

"We can do that outside." You gesture to the vacant space yet Joe insists that he dances with you as you talk. You purse your lips together, letting him take your hand and he pulls you along with him almost too abruptly, eliciting a ticklish squeal from you.

"Don't do that!" You whine as you both settle among the multitude of dancing people. He lowers his head in laughter and twirls you under his arm, drawing you close afterwards. You rest one hand on his shoulder as he holds up the other. "Where's the fun in talking outside now, huh?"

"Alright," you grin ridiculously, spotting Rami and Lucy in each other's arms as they slow dance near the mini stage, looking and feeling at one with the other. "Hey, doesn't it just warm you?" You poke Joe and gesture to the newlyweds. He peers over at them and hums in a heartwarming way. "Yeah. Man, it's like they're communicating with each other merely through their close-knit heartbeats."

"Speaking of communication," you clear your throat and give him a direct look, " what did you want to talk about?"

He snaps out from gauging at the two and leads you on a gentle sway as he swallows, increasing the volume of his voice just loud enough to cut through the music and for you to hear. "Right. About the thing during the ceremony," you immediately catch on to what he's trying to say and interrupt his next words.

"Okay, thanks for implying, but are you kidding me? Giving me stroke by hiding Ben's attendance?"

"It was for dramatic effect," your eyes flatten puzzlingly at his defense. "What was so dramatic in that besides the awkward... staring?" You know the truth and it really wasn't awkward; in fact it felt like time dilated between you both.

Joe ping-pongs his gaze from one end of the place to the other and back to you. "You paused after 'awkward'. You liked it." The smile on his face teasing you. He's really that sensitive to the nuance of your voice, making it easier for him to figure out how you actually feel about anything.

You evade his prying look and clear your throat, trying to keep up with the transition of the rhythmic music to a slow tune. "So what if I did?" You mumble intentionally.

"Nothing bad. Just Ben wouldn't stop fidgeting in his spot after seeing you. He was this," he makes small jerky movements with his upper body as to imitate Ben's inability to keep still during the ceremony, "antsy and I was this close to losing it."

You snort as you let an explosive laugh overcome you, recollecting yourself shortly as you are flattered by Joe's report. "I felt the same. It took every cell in my body to prevent myself from launching at him honestly."

"I'm glad we sat in separate tables or else neither of you would function like regular...human beings." The grin on Joe's face fades in the same manner as his last words, staring off at a figure approaching from behind you. He regains his voice in a matter of seconds, only with a sly twinkle in his eyes this time.

"You okay?" You ask him, slowly removing your hand from his chest and he nods vigorously, taking position to whirl you off but with a sneaky twist.

"I'm fine. Just... Gwilym wants to dance with you and he's right behind you so I'm going to spin you off to him, sound good?" He lifts your arm up and you shrug in agreement, going with what Joe's planning to do.

"Ally oop!" He twirls you around and releases your hand just in time for you to cling onto a firm frame, giggling at the rush you felt. "Hey Gwil! Good catch, that was a strong spin-" You take a hard pause the second you lift your eyes up with the expectation of meeting Gwilym's sapphire blues, greeting a pair of forest, green orbs instead and it becomes more than what you've bargained for. His veiny arms have caught you with ease and you're sinking, both literally and metaphorically, your arms awkwardly thrown over his shoulders for support.

He helps you regain your balance and smiles the smile you had craved to behold again, breathing out your name like he hasn't said it in a long time. "Y/N, hi."

You find your voice just in time to reply. "Ben...h-hi." He's looking quite good in an all white attire. His white dress shirt is tucked in and has three buttons undone, exposing a lot of his clavicle and a preview of his pecs and the way his white pants just hangs loosely around his legs– you've lost the proper words to describe the sight.

Joe, you crafty asshole.

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