#shout out to another disney film in A/N

[lfc21]

hiiiii, please Could you do a lazy day fic with Hendo (if you haven't already) where it's both of their days off and they just do the bare minimum because they need the rest. Like they just sit in the sofa huddled in blankets whilst watching a Disney movie (Hercules cus its my fave lmao) or something.

If not that's fine. I also love your writing

Lazy days together.

The autumn leaves where falling down and the evening glare was setting its mark on the sky. The fire was burning making every crackle and pop from the wood sound like something a Christmas film. A fluffy blanket was the one thing separating you from the resting body next to you. Jordan had finally got a few days off without training or matches. The one thing you wanted was to enjoy his company and be just how you used to be with him. All day you hadn't moved from the couch, apart from food and going to the toilet your eyes where glued to the tv and your bodies where rapped up in one another's company.

"Y/n" jordan whispered from next to you as he watched your eyes start to open as you became more aware as to what was going on.

"Y-yeah" you said back as you looked to your left towards his smiling face. You hadn't realised but many films later sent your mind to rest and your body completely and utterly still.

"You fell asleep" Jordan announced with a laugh as his hand grabbed yours. Your body fell closer to his as you felt his warm skin on yours. your head nestled into the crook of his neck as you felt his head rest onto yours with a gentle touch.

"Has the film finished?" you lazily asked as your eyes started to notice the world around you again.

"yes baby unless Sky sports is a new film" he replied with a laugh as his hands fell through your hair trying to make through all the random knots from your sleep.

"i dont appreciate the sarcasm love" you replied with a laugh as you looked up at him with furrowed eyebrows and a laugh.

"Its why you married me" Jordan said with a laugh as he watched down at you. His lips fell onto the tip of your nose as he felt the smile on your face turn up at his touch. His warm smile could send a million and one butterflies to your stomach without a fail. Jordan made you feel as if everyday was Christmas morning filled with nothing but love and joyful moments - exactly what held you two together.

"I'm starting to regret it" you said with a laugh as you watched his face turn up into a cheeky smile.

"oh you bitch" Jordan explained with a laugh. His body came leaning over yours as his hands fell onto yours pinning you onto the plush grey sofa.

"Jordan your too heavy" you let out with a hold of your breath as his weight was crushing every part of your being.

"Tell me you love me" Jordan shouted with a laugh as he watched you squirm with laughter under his touch.

"I love you now move" you quickly said back trying to pull him off you. You looked up at the large footballer wiping his tears away from laughing, his cheeks where a rose read and his eyes where glowing at the sight of you. The way he looked could have been sold for thousands, it was as if he was a modern day picture in a French art gallery holding millions of visitors everyday. His body fell next to yours as his arm wondered around your body. It was his simple touches that made you feel most protected and safe, he was guarding you from the world - it was just you and him and nothing else seemed to make sense.

-

As the night went on you and Jordan where at peace with one another's company. Your children had been at school and afterwards went to there friends house meaning you had the whole day to enjoy yourselves as you used too. As much as being with your mini versions of one another was heaven in its self you still urged to have time just as a couple - as if you had no responsibilities and as if it was just you both in the world dancing, loving and smiling with nothing to hold you both back. Your mind was at rest until you heard the sound of your children at the front door. Jordan jumped up at the sound of the door making a beeline as well as trying not to fall over the two dogs.

"Hello you three" You heard Jordan cheer as he opened the door revealing your three children accompanied with James Milner. "You alright James?" Jordan added with a laugh as he noticed his hunched frame stood at the back holding multiple school bags and coats to last him a lifetime.

"what does it look like?" James replied back with a laugh acknowledging all of the items setting home on his body.

"you look great" Jordan replied back with a laugh as he grabbed all of his childrens things as they ran off into the house. The boys discussed tomorows training until saying there goodbyes.

"Kids did you have a good time?" Jordan shouted as his kids came flying out the kitchen and back to his moving body towards you after locking the door.

"Yeah daddy it was really good! James played football with us" Elexa said with a smile as she came and sat next to you on the couch. She was a little version of yourself.

"Myles did you have fun!" Jordan said as he lifted him into the air as his giggles filled the living room. Alba made her way onto your knee with the biggest smile. You knew just how special your relationship was with your children, especially your girls.

"Mummy can we watch Hercules?" Alba asked with excitement as if she had been wanting to ask for you this burning question for a while. She styled a wide smile and bright hopeful eyes.

"of course we can darling" you said with a smile as you reached for the remote. Jordan's eyes stared from the end of the room as Myles threaded his hands through his unruly hair. "whats wrong with you?" you asked with a laugh noticing your husbands expression.

"who have you been talking to?" jordan asked alba with a laugh as his mind knew exactly who gave her this idea.

"Uncle Kostas told me to watch it!" Alba explained with a smile as you giggled to yourself at how much she loved being with the goofy left back. At Anfield the girls felt as comfortable as ever, it was a home away from home, it held some of the most amazing memories there. Elexa and Alba had a very special and long bond with Kostas, he had become a very good family friend as you where good friends with his wife meaning whenever they where around the Greek they would come home giddy and ready to talk about anything to do with Greece and his dogs. Jordan knew how much of an impact the Greek Scouser had on his two girls and deep down he loved it - he loved just how many protectors those two girls had, they weren't just his angels they where the whole teams angels.

"why am i not surprised" Jordan said with a giggle and a role of his eyes as he sat next to the three of you with Myles resting on his warm body. As much as you loved your time with just Jordan you couldn't beat the moments with all five of you together, in each others company was home, home wasn't a place to you it was a feeling. Your home was with the ones you lived and cherished the most.

hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this and this fulfilled what you where wanting to read. Please leave feedback and requests as they are greatly appreciated. I still have days left for my Christmas advent calendar so feel free to request! have the best day.

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Yoü & I [1.9]

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A/N: as usual, just popping on here to say thanks for your continued support <3

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A few drunk texts was one thing. But after a few days it turned to phone calls from a blocked number. Charlotte was more perplexed than anything, why would Ben keep trying to call her? He had made it clear that afternoon in the airport, he wanted nothing more to do with her. Unless she was just the victim of some telemarketing scam...

The tour had taken the two bands to Brighton, a lively and quaint beach town that broke the mold of what a small town in the UK could look like. There were buildings of multi-rainbow colours and a boardwalk and carnival. Their hotel was even right across from the water, and Charlotte and Kimberly had a stunning view of the ocean from their window.

Luke had picked it off first: something was off with Charlotte. Every time her phone even buzzed with a notification she went a shade whiter. He put it aside at first, thinking it was just her mom driving her crazy. He too had seen Penelope flip her shit and it could be considered legendary. However, when the tour reached Vienna and it kept happening, he knew something wasn't right. 

The management team had rented two buses for the cross-country trip, packed with hours of sleeping, video games, and a few hours to wander around Vienna and take in the almost renaissance-esque beauty. 

In the middle of the city, looming over the town with a watchful presence was St. Stephen's Cathedral. Gothic and romanesque, it had captured Charlotte's attention; every tile and stone brick withered from the elements of time and now withstanding its greatest feat yet: restoration. The ladders and scaffolding couldn't even take away from the architecture's haunting magnificence.

Luke licked his fingers from the apple strudel he was currently enjoying; the others were still scanning the delectable treats at the bakery one block over from the cathedral. Harry still kept Charlotte well within his sights, knowing Terryn would give him an earful should anything happen to the young singer. Luke had another strudel wrapped and tucked in his elbow for Charlotte, still warm from the oven. 

He cleared his throat as he approached her from behind, she smiled at him, "Beauty, ain't it?" 

She grinned, "Like the Evil Queen's castle from Snow White,"

"This whole town could star in a Disney film," he marveled, "Like you never left the renaissance,"

"Minus the lead makeup, plagues, and lice infestations," she said. Luke was just bringing his strudel back for another bite when she mentioned those awful nesting bugs, and he paused, dismayed.

Charlotte glanced at the pastry, its heavenly scent of cinnamon and baked apples wafting up her nose, "Did I put you off?"

"Nonsense," Luke shook his head and handed her the fresh strudel, "For you," 

"Aren't you sweet," she grinned at him, her smile broadening when she noticed the apple compote under his lip, "You got a little..." 

"Oh," he wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket, much to Charlotte's dismay, but she said nothing, "Thanks," 

"OI! YOU TWO!" they both turned when they heard Ashton's echoing shout, "You're gonna' get left behind!"

"They'd probably prefer it," Michael snickered, "Finally going on a date,"

"Oh, knock it off, Michael," Kimberly elbowed him. 

They quickly caught up with their friends and spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around the imperial city. Afterwards, having had lunch at a small little restaurant -- and Chloe picked up a Viennese cookbook that was all written in Austrian -- they retired to their hotel for a small rest before the show. 

However, Charlotte and Luke weren't sleeping much. He resided on the couch of his room, sprawled out and trying to listen in to Charlotte's conversation in the bedroom. She had been on the phone for over an hour and some, he could see the shadow of her feet pacing back and forth under the door.

Soon enough, Luke's curiosity got the better of him. He stealthily sneaked up to the door and pressed his ear to the wood, trying to garner a listen. However, just as he was comfortable, the door suddenly swung open and he tumbled forward, narrowly missing and crashing into Charlotte. 

Needless to say, Charlotte was stunned as Luke hit the floor, "Luke, I know I'll regret asking," she huffed, "But what are you doing?"

Luke looked up at her sheepishly, pushing to sit on his knees, "Just checking on you," he replied.

Charlotte rolled her eyes and helped him up, pushing him back into the living room, "Grab your phone. I just changed my number,"

"Really?" Luke though didn't seem so surprised, "How come?" 

"Because my ex has been phone stalking me for the last two weeks, forcing me to undergo the very tedious task of contacting everyone I know and giving them my new number," she replied, falling to sit on the couch.

At least that explained some things, Luke thought. He took a seat beside her, "What the fuck does he want from you?" 

"I don't know, I haven't answered," Charlotte replied, "I mean -- do you think he's sorry, maybe? Maybe he wants me back?"

Just the thought alone, thinking that Ben would want to get his slimy hands on Charlotte again made his blood boil. 

"Absolutely not!" he suddenly exclaimed, much to Charlotte's surprise, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell. But you can't go back to him! He sees how well you're doing without him and he wants in on the action. That must be why he's calling you," 

Charlotte shook her head, trying not to be hurt by his words, "I never said I wanted him back," she assured him, and he settled down, "I'm a little curious though, obviously it's not all drunk texts and calls," 

"Well, fuck him," Luke grumbled, "He had his chance, he blew it in the most unprofessional way possible, and if he thinks you're just gonna' come running back to him with one phone call, there's a special place in hell for --"

"Luke," she grabbed his hands to shut him up, "I don't want Ben back. I'm happy, and I have no time for his bullshit. Besides, I have to worry more about you guys,"

"Why do you have to worry about us?" he asked.

"For the day you guys push the security just a little too far," she replied, "Give Rob the chance, he'll tuck the four of you into the nearest dumpster,"

Luke smirked at the mention of the usually grumpy security guard, "He'd throw in a skunk just for good measure," he chuckled, going to his jacket to find his phone, "I didn't mean to get so upset, but just the thought of that guy -- I mean, I watched him fuck you 'round for three whole years!"

"You watched him fuck me 'round for one and a half," Charlotte corrected.

"Whatever," he shrugged, "The point is I saw you at your lowest too many times with him, and I never wanna' see you like that again. You deserve better,"

Charlotte's jaw clenched, that familiar agony riddling through her veins and she was angry once again. However, it was anger stemming from jealousy and greed. The words he was saying to her were words she just wanted to scream at him, tell him that Melody was no good for him. 

"So do you," she said suddenly. Luke glanced up from his bag, hands still stuffed deep in the mess of collected trash and knick knacks and his face seemingly paling. 

"W-What?" he stammered.

Charlotte stood up slowly, "I think you deserve much better than Melody. She's an awful person, and you ask anybody they'll tell you just as much. She makes you cry and cuts you down and all of your friends! No person in their right mind is so fucking cruel! 

"Charlotte --"

"You should be with me instead!" she said suddenly, unable to stop the word vomit, "I could be so much better to you than she ever could," 

Luke stood up straight, unmoving, and he didn't say a word. He just stared at Charlotte -- through her -- perplexed and notably upset by her words. However, Charlotte heard a sudden loud snapping noise, right next to her ear.

"Hey, where'd you go?" Charlotte was sitting back on the couch. Luke was standing over her, his fingers snapping next to her face. 

"Huh?" she'd zoned out. And snapped out of it in an instant; like hell she'd be brave enough to actually confess how she felt. Even though the truth was what Luke needed to hear more than anything. 

"I said because Ben's an impotent dipshit, he's calling you 'cause he can't find no girls in New York who'd put up with a limp noodle like you did," Luke huffed.

Charlotte grimaced, "God, have you been taking lessons from Chloe?" 

"I'm just saying, I could list hundreds of selfish reasons as to why the fucker's calling you," he replied.

"And as I told you before, I'm not picking it up," she promised him, " -- and for the record it wasn't limp all the time, it just... it was okay," 

Luke flopped down next to her, phone in his hand, "Shorty, don't lie to me. It's embarrassing," 

Charlotte glowered at him, "Like you have anything to brag about, Casanova," she grabbed his phone and started to change her contact.

"Well, I'd be happy to oblige ya, but I don't kiss and tell," he smirked back. 

Charlotte elbowed his ribs, "Like I'd wanna' know," Luke's response was to shift and lie down, his head fell perfectly in her lap, "Nuisance,"

"But you still love me, right?" he grinned up at her. She rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, I still love you,"

♛♛♛

Kimberly rubbed what little sleep was left from her eyes, not looking forward to running through the exact same list of songs they'd played over and over again for the last year, just for an empty arena. She understood why soundcheck was so important, but sometimes it became truly tedious. 

She gingerly sipped at her tea, not registering the heavy pattering of footsteps that were rapidly catching up to her from behind. 

"Lookout, Kim!" Chloe suddenly went whizzing past the sleepy bassist. And then Charlotte ran past. Kimberly stood on the spot, perplexed as her friends charged into the rain. And then Ashton and Luke came running past, hot on the girls' tail.

"Make way! Stop those thieves!" Ashton cried.

"Sorry, Kim!" and they ran into the rain as well, with Luke careful not to spill his own cup of tea (because running with hot liquids isn't dangerous at all). Kimberly just shook her head and took another sip of her tea.

"Kids today..."

With Ashton's drumsticks clutched in her sweater, Chloe ducked into the oncoming downpour, sure to clear up by the time the concert would begin. Charlotte was right behind her, both of them clamouring to get on the bus and lock the door before the guys could reach them. Don't ask why Chloe stole the drumsticks, and don't ask why Ashton forgot he had another pair in his bag. It was purely all for fun. 

"Close the door! Close the door!" Chloe urged as they jumped into the bus. Charlotte pulled the lever that closed the bus doors, effectively trapping the guys in the rain. Luke tried to seek shelter under the side mirror, while Ashton pressed his face to the glass in a dismorphed pout.

"Let us in! Before they kill us!" he exclaimed dramatically.

"Come on guys! My hair!" Luke piped in.

"You have constant helmet head, Hemorrhoid!" Chloe shouted back. 

"Fuck you, Mayflower!"

Charlotte was amused, nonetheless, but she wasn't heartless enough to let the guys stand in the rain until the bus driver would finally arrive, "Come on, Chlo. Give him his sticks back," 

Chloe shook her head, "Not until he admits who the better drummer is!" she replied defiantly. 

Charlotte shrugged and turned to the dampening boys, "Ball's in your court, Ash," 

Luke smacked the stubborn boy's arm, clutching his hot tea to his chest as a means to stay warm, "C'mon mate! It's freezing!"

"Alright!" Ash huffed, "Chloe Mayfair's the best fucking drummer in the world since Travis Barker! Now let us in!"

Chloe's face twisted into thought, only long enough to draw out the agony. She then nodded to Charlotte, "Alright, let them in," 

Charlotte pulled the lever again and the bus doors sprang open, and the guys dashed inside. Ashton immediately snatched back his drumsticks from the smug Chloe. They both shook their hair out like dogs, effectively getting blowback on the girls.

"Oh, gross!" Chloe cried, "Sweaty dude hair!"

"It's not sweat!" Luke chided, "Somebody locked us in the rain," 

"Don't look at me!" Chloe replied, "Your girlfriend did it!" Charlotte rolled her eyes.

"Because she was under your evil influence!" Ashton scolded back. 

"Yeah, Charlotte would never intentionally lock us in the rain!" Luke added.

"Oh, wouldn't I?" Charlotte replied coyly, reaching up to ruffle his damp hair. Instead, Luke grabbed her and shook his head again, cold water droplets falling over her and a cold burn splattered over her skin.

"Ah! Get off!" she whined, trying to push him away. Chloe meanwhile glanced at Ashton and pulled a gagging face. Ashton shook his head, the smile on Luke's face brighter than he'd seen in weeks. It was a sweet yet frustrating thing to watch. 

♛♛♛

Charlotte sat in the makeup chair, half of her long brown locks tied up while Kimberly put in loose curls with the iron. She scrolled aimlessly through her Instagram, half paying attention to the somewhat curious conversation Maria and Chloe were discussing about pop tarts.

"It's a stuffed pocket that you serve hot, and you can eat it with a fork," Chloe argued.

"No person in their right mind would actually consider a pop tart to be a ravioli," Maria replied strongly. 

"It can be considered as a dessert ravioli," Chloe said, waving her hands frantically.

Maria scowled at her, "You say that to any Italian, they'll bop you over the head with your own drumsticks," 

Chloe huffed and looked over to Kimberly, who was sat next to Charlotte as she was applying her eyeliner, "Kimberly, weigh in here: can pop tarts be considered ravioli?"

Kimberly closed her perfectly smokey eyes, dreading the moment when she would be inevitably dragged into a pointless debate. Without a word, she set the iron down gently and turned to Chloe slowly.

"A Pop-Tart is a hand-held pie," she explained slowly and calmly, much to Charlotte's amusement, "An overly sugary, artificially flavoured, trans-fat-filled pastry made with a biscuit dough and stuffed with fake sugary fillings. You can either bake it, toast it, or fry it. Raviolis are savoury and filled with either meat or cheese, then boiled. So the answer to your question is a resounding and unmoving no," 

And with that, Kimberly took a show-stopping seat in the chair. Charlotte and Maria clapped for her, leaving Chloe pouting like a baby.

"Nuff said," Charlotte smirked. 

"Fine," Chloe huffed, charging for the mini fridge, "But you still can't convince me that a hot dog is a sandwich," 

"I'm not going to listen to somebody who bought a cookbook written entirely in Viennese," Maria replied. 

Charlotte and Kimberly rolled their eyes, glancing at each other with knowing grins as the next debate took its course. 

"So I made a stupid mistake. It must be Tuesday," Chloe continued to argue her point until she pulled open the mini fridge door, but instead of reaching for the can of beer she craved, she was gobsmacked when she came face-to-face with a wall of blue. 

"Uh -- girls?" she called with uncertainty.

"What is it?" Kimberly asked, not paying attention as she applied her mascara. 

"C'mere for a minute?" she asked, "I think you all need to see the fridge," 

Charlotte's interest was peaked, "What's wrong with the fridge?" she asked, trying to get a glimpse in the mirror. 

Maria went to investigate. She figured maybe the guys had come in and taken a few cans of drinks, or maybe there was a small leak? It was a cheap little fridge they traveled with after all, she wouldn't have been surprised if it sustained a few bruises. Instead, what she found was beyond anything she could've imagined. Blue jello; the entire fridge was filled in a block of cool, jiggly blue jello.

"Okay, what the actual fuck?" she gasped. 

Kimberly and Charlotte then went to see, "What is that?" Kimberly asked.

"It's jello!" Charlotte exclaimed, partly surprised, partly impressed. This had 5sos written all over it, and she had to give the guys their props for being so creative -- and patient. 

Chloe stood up straight, cross, "Is this their payback for the toilet bowl thing?" she asked, "And why did they wait two months to come up with it?" 

"Gotta' give 'em credit, though," Kimberly shrugged, "We never would've thought of that,"

"Why'd they have to pack the drinks in there, though?" Maria asked, gawking at the cans of soda and beer frozen in the jello. 

"Well, what do we do with it?" Charlotte looked around, "You guys hungry?"

"I don't like jello," Kimberly pouted.

Maria checked the time on her phone, "We got an hour," she replied, "Grab some garbage bags from maintenance and let's start scooping," 

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I do actually write stuff!

@toonydarling try not to be an absolute GOAT challenge impossible!! But uh yea, I write stuff! It's actually really fun to do it, I recommend that people who do not write to give it a try! But this is about ME... Right now I have 3 fics on display! Angie Retro (My personal passion project and favorite of the 3) Guardians of the Multiverse (A film length crossover fic with Amphibia, Owl House, and a whole bunch of Disney stuff! + Angie and their friends cuz I'm a silly lil self supporting shill...it's the one I'm the most proud of tho..) and a very VERY short (like read it all under 1 minute short) Mario Movie one-shot about toad!

Guardians is already finished and I'm about to wrap up work on Angie Retro Season 1a (yes there ARE seasons), but I've got a few things in the back burner. (Some Amphibia AU's, a Sonic Movie fanfic, and another secret project I've got in the back burner that nobody knows about..) https://archiveofourown.org/users/Bottie2kool Here's the page to check it all out! I'd like to note that my posting is VERY infrequent most of the time (post for 1 months straight then stop for 3 type stuff), so please don't be too mad.. I can and WILL take suggestions (especially if they're actually GOOD), so don't be scared to request something, I might end up writing about it!

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Beauty and the Beast

Summary: It's a race against time as Sasha tries to save Niccolo. Will she succeed?

Disclaimer: Beauty and the Beast is an American animated musical fantasy film produced by Walt Disney Feature Animation and Walt Disney Pictures.  Attack on Titan is a manga/anime series written by Hajime Isayama and published by Kondasha. 

A/N: It is finally the end yall!! It feels so good to finish another series lol. Enjoy the chapter!

Warning: The invasion scene lol. I really tried 😭

Thank you to @peculiarvelociraptor for beta reading!!

Masterlist: Here

Sasha came back home in the nick of time. Her house was dark and quiet. She threw the door open and ran straight for Connie's body. 

"Connie? Connie! What happened?" She placed a hand on his forehead and realized how cold it was. 

Connie slowly opened his eyes and coughed. "Sasha? Is that really you?"

Sasha began to cry once she saw her brother was awake. "Yeah. It's me," she replied through teary eyes. "What happened to you?"

Connie coughed. "I was trying to look for you. I looked day and night, and I couldn't find you. I tried to get the town to help, but they never did."

"But I'm here now, and I'm okay."

"The beast didn't hurt you?" Connie asked with confusion. Sasha shook her head. 

"It was a bit rough in the beginning, but Niccolo and I became friends." 

Knock knock

"I'll be right back," Sasha said reassuringly, leaving to answer the door. She opened the door to reveal Reiner, Bertolt, and the village mob behind him. "Reiner? What are you doing here?"

His eyes widened briefly in surprise. "Sasha? I came to collect your brother." He pointed to a man standing a few feet behind him. Sasha recognized that man anywhere. He only came to the village to collect people for the insane asylum.

"What? What did he do wrong?" 

Reiner scoffed. "He claimed that you were taken by a beast! A hairy beast with sharp claws!"

Sasha felt anger beginning to pool inside her. "Taken?! I stayed voluntarily." 

"Voluntarily! That beast must have brainwashed you."

The anger only increased. "That beast has a name! Niccolo! Got it memorized? He would never brainwash me!"

Reiner crossed his arms. "He must have been make-believe." 

"No, he's not! Look!" Sasha dug into the bag she had brought back until she found the mirror. "Show me Niccolo." She cried out. The mirror swirled until it revealed Niccolo, who looked different from the day before. This Niccolo took a 180 and looked depressed.

Reiner's eyes widened, and he grabbed the mirror. "Do you see this? A beast! Roaming around outside the village." He walked over to the mob. Sasha dropped her bag and followed behind while attempting to grab the mirror. "The beast can come here and eat your children!"

"Reiner! Stop!" Sasha pleaded, but Reiner was too blinded by jealousy to care. He turned to Bertolt, who was quietly watching the whole scene. 

"Bertolt! I think Sasha needs to join her crazy brother in the asylum too!"

"NO!" Sasha yelled out as Bertolt made his way to her and grabbed her.

"I'm sorry," he said sincerely but continued dragging her towards the cart's back. Sasha kicked and screamed for help, but no one could hear her. She could only watch as Reiner used scare tactics to make the crowd fear Niccolo. 

Bertolt stopped once he threw her inside with Connie, who was already there. 

"Sasha! Are you okay?" Connie asked and ran up to his sister. 

"Connie, they will kill Niccolo if we do not do something!" 

Meanwhile, Reiner stood in front of the small window of the cart and frowned at the siblings. 

"If you are not with us, you are against us!" He then turned to the crowd. "We can't have the beast running around? I say we kill the beast! Who's with me?"

"I am!" Someone shouted.

"I am!" Other people joined in. 

"Light your torches! Mount your horses! We're counting on Reiner to save us!" Everyone screamed. 

A villager brought Reiner's horse, and he jumped on it. "Let's raid his castle and not come back until we have his head!"

"Yeah!" The mob yelled.

Sasha watched the mob leave, with Reiner leading the way. What was once a loud town turned quiet very quickly? Sasha knew that if no one warned Niccolo, he would die before sunrise. 

"Oh, Connie, it's all my fault! Niccolo is going to die because of me. We need to warn him now!"

Connie patted her back reassuringly while eyeing the man getting ready to take them away. "We will find a way out. Maybe a miracle is going to fall out of the sky?"

What sounded like a struggle and a thunderous clang sound outside interrupted their thoughts. The siblings heard footsteps walk around the cart and towards the door. Suddenly, the door was knocked down by the town butcher, Levi Ackerman.

"Levi?" Sasha asked with her mouth open from shock.

"And me too!" A female voice joined in, and Hange stepped into view while holding something. 

"Don't forget me three!" A child-like voice spoke up from Hange's palms. Sasha knew that voice from anywhere.

"Kaya? What are you doing here?" Sasha asked as she stepped from the cart.

"I snuck in your bag when I saw that you were leaving everyone. I just wanted to help out." 

"Hold on one second. What is going on?" Connie asked as he stepped out to join the others.

Levi rolled his eyes. "Long story short, Hange and I were coming back to town when we saw the teacup finding people for help."

Hange smiled triumphantly. "Yeah, I'm the one who knocked out that guy." She pointed to the asylum employee on the ground. 

Sasha thanked them and turned to Kaya. There was only one thing going through her mind right now: to get back to the castle. "Kaya, we are going to need your help."

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The castle had been strangely quiet ever since Sasha left. Niccolo was busy sulking in his room while the three central staff members were talking amongst themselves. 

"I knew it. I knew it was foolish to get our hopes up," Eren frowned.

"Maybe it would have been better if she never came?" Jean sighed. 

Mikasa sighed at her daughter's recent disappearance. The group became quiet again until they heard the sound of quiet yelling. 

"What's going on?" she asked and looked outside, the others following behind her. There, from a distance, was a small orange dot getting progressively bigger by the second, along with the yelling. 

"Sacre bleu! Invaders!" Jean exclaimed.

"Encroachers!" Eren joined in.

"And they have the mirror!" Mikasa added as she pointed to the blonde man with her spout. 

“Warn Master Niccolo.” Eren said to Mikasa and then turned to Jean. "We will stay and fight. Assemble the others!" 

Jean and Mikasa nodded and ran to their respective stations. She immediately ran off to warn Niccolo.

"Pardon me, Master Niccolo."

Niccolo sighed and continued to stare out the window. "Just leave me be."

"But sir! The castle is under attack!"

Niccolo turned to Mikasa. His face held nothing but emptiness. "Just let them in."

Meanwhile, the mob tried to breach inside the mansion, but the rest of the staff tried to hold them off as best as possible.

"It's no use! The door is going to break!" Eren cried out.

"We need to do something!" Historia yelled.

Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in Jean's head. "Wait. I have an idea!"

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Reiner kicked down the door, with Bertolt following behind. The mansion was awfully quiet and dark. The only thing that seemed off about it was the scattered furniture around the foyer. Bertolt stopped in front of an old clock and examined it. 

"Hmm, I can get money from this if I sell it.

The clock suddenly opened its eyes. "Oh no, you don't!" it yelled and jumped at Bertolt. The once quiet mansion turned into chaos of the many furniture pieces jumping on the mob. Mikasa led the kitchenware, Jean almost got melted down by a random villager until Eren saved him, and Historia and Hanami continuously knocked out people one by one.

Meanwhile, Reiner moved through the chaos and carefully made his way upstairs. He only had one target, the beast, which he would shoot on sight. Reiner moved towards the west side of the mansion and to the room at the end of the hall. A smirk graced his face once he made it to the doorway. Only on the other side of the room was a giant, blonde beast sitting there. It moved its head up to look at Reiner and looked away as if it accepted defeat. 

"Did you really think someone like Sasha would love you? A beast?" Reiner spat as she stepped closer to Niccolo. 

Niccolo looked away and continued to stare outside. It was dark, gloomy, and rainy. A perfect description to describe Niccolo's current mood. 

"You know, I think your head would look great in front of my fireplace. It would also be a great reminder for Sasha after she becomes my wife."

Niccolo rolled his eyes at Reiner's taunt. He remembered one night when Sasha complained about him and how she would never marry the man. Niccolo understood why now. He continued to stare out the window. He could see some of his staff fighting some people outside, the ruined garden, and two figures heading his way.

Wait.

Niccolo took a closer look and recognized that figure.

"It is time for you to die!" Reiner yelled and lunged for Niccolo, but it was too late. Niccolo was quick to sidestep his attack, causing Reiner to crash through the window and fall. 

"Sasha!" Niccolo called out to the figure.

"Niccolo!" She cried out of relief, happy tears forming. "You're okay."

"You're here-"

BANG

"No!" Sasha's eyes widen in horror. She watched as Niccolo fell over from his wound, and Reiner stood nearby with his gun pointed at Niccolo.

"This ends now!" Reiner yelled and marched towards him. He managed to take a few steps before he slipped from a puddle. "Woah!" Reiner screamed and tried to grab something, but he could only grasp the air. He continued to struggle but fell down the big manor.

Sasha only heard Reiner scream until it went silent.

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The sun rose on a solemn day. The staff managed to herd the angry mob away and were victorious. Except for one, Niccolo was lifeless once Sasha and Connie made it up to check on his body. Sasha wept as she cradled Niccolo's body. This was not how he should have died; she felt it was all her fault. 

Everyone was too busy mourning to notice the last rose petal break off from the plant and fall with the other wilted petals. 

The staff watched from a distance until Mikasa started feeling strange. 

"Guys. I don't feel so good." She started to feel stiff, and it was getting hard to breathe. 

Kaya immediately ran to her mother's side. "Mama! Please don't leave me! I just got back to see you!" she bawled despite feeling herself become stiff too.

Mikasa smiled sadly and held on to her daughter "Kaya, I will be okay. Think of it as taking a nap. We are just taking a nap."

"Yeah! We will wake up in no time." Eren joined in with a sad smile on his face. 

"Oui. Don't be scared, Kaya. You will wake up in no time." 

Mikasa took one more breath before becoming completely still. 

"MAMA!" Kaya sobbed until the curse got to her. Meanwhile, Sasha continued to cry as Jean was the last to turn stiff. She picked her face up and cupped Niccolo's cheek with one hand. "I never got to tell you this, but I love you."

A single tear escapes and falls on Niccolo's fur. Suddenly, he was enveloped in light. 

"What the?" Sasha asks in awe, and Connie moves to grab her. 

Niccolo's body was covered in golden light, and he floated up. The light continuously grew brighter, and the siblings had to look away before they got blinded. They looked back once the light faded away. Instead of the blonde fur beast was a tall man with wavy blonde hair, wearing Niccolo's clothes and his back facing them. 

The man stared at his hands as if he saw them for the first time. Sasha suddenly found the urge to speak. There was a voice inside her yelling at the man's identity. 

"Niccolo?"

Niccolo turned around to reveal green-brown eyes that looked the same as when he was a beast. 

"Sasha! It's me!"

Sasha stood up and slowly walked closer to Niccolo until they were face to face. She touched his face and traced his facial fingers with her thumbs. 

"You're…alive…"

Niccolo nodded. "I really am." The two felt the urge to move closer until they were interrupted by a child's voice. 

"NICCCOLOOOO!!" A girl's voice cried and ran straight into Niccolo.

"Kaya! He laughed, picked her up, and spun her around. Look at how big you are!" 

"Sasha!" Said woman turned to see a group of people nearby. 

"Wait! Let me guess who is who." 

Sasha started with a tall man with a brown mullet. "You're Jean." Jean nodded, and Sasha moved to the next man. This man had long brown hair and green eyes. "Eren." The following person, a woman, had short black hair and eyes. "Mikasa." The next woman had dark hair and eyes. "Hanami." The last female had blonde hair and big, blue eyes. "And you're Historia."

"Yes!" They all exclaimed and immediately dragged Sasha into a group hug. Sasha laughed and hugged them all. She noticed her brother awkwardly standing around after she let go. She motioned for him to come over. 

"Connie. These are my friends. Friends, this is my brother Connie."

Everyone, including Kaya, gathered around to talk to Connie. 

Sasha smiled at the scene as she felt a pair of arms wrap around her. 

"Now, where were we before we were interrupted?"

Sasha turned around and wrapped her arms around Niccolo's neck. Niccolo smirked and leaned down to press his lips against hers into a passionate kiss. 

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A/N: That's the end folks!! Thank you to those who have followed the story and to @peculiarvelociraptor for beta reading! I still have 4 more stories to go! The last few are Snow White (Mikenana), Aladdin (Eremika). Frozen (Porcopikku), and Cinderella (Jean/OC - this one will be a oneshot because of reasons lol)

[tornrose24]

Only a Voice part 6 (A Moana fan fic/ Little Mermaid inspired AU)

Remember that this fan fic can also be found on fan fiction.net under my other name HolyMaiden24. Also the beginning A/N is slightly different here than in the fan fiction.net version.

This time:

-Moana sings a familiar song and we get to see her canoe

-Maui FINALLY recognizes Moana

-ominous trouble is hinted at for the future

-The author takes advantage of the A/N at the end to do something stupid that doubles as a shout out to another Disney film.

-*Somewhere on the edge of the fourth wall* Tamatoa stared in confusion at the writer, who looked like a blonde haired, green eyed version of Belle from Beauty and the Beast (that’s the closest we can get to describing the author’s actual appearance, unless you opted for Rapunzel). “Look,” The writer sighed as she held her hand out. “I know I take things too far, but I don’t want to anger a character that I really like to the point that I’m no longer on their good side. I just don’t want you going after the reviewers and I guess I wanted to express my affection at the same time. Plus trying to find your tsum-tsum is a pain in my rear so maybe that had something to do with this.” Tamatoa didn’t answer so the author took out her laptop. “Ok, there is only one way to redeem myself.” She typed something in and within seconds, there was a flash and the crab returned to his giant 50 ft tall self. “Is that better?” She asked. “I suppose I won’t kill you.” Tamatoa decided, though he was relieved to be turned back to normal. “Thanks!” The writer smiled and waved. “My gosh, I can’t believe that I would ever write a Disney fan fic. I even keep forgetting that you’re a Disney character. I thought I would at least write something for Beauty and the Beast since that’s my favorite film of them all... though funny enough I did have a mental image of a Beauty and the Beast AU for Tangled with Flynn as some sort of snake monster.” The writer added under her breath with a laugh before a thought struck her. “I’m writing a Disney fan fic.... I could do anything I want in the Disney universe.... Wait a minute, that means I could–! Hey, do you know where I can buy a bunch of tomatoes?!” The writer turned to Tamatoa who was now just confused. “Uh... no?” “Never mind, I can just write a bunch out for after this chapter!” The writer waved as she hurried off. -*back to our A/N*- I lucked on this in doing the most important section ahead of schedule which is why this came out so fast. Of course I might need to give myself another break since I got a paper I need to focus on. Anyway, I think this is a chapter where something that happens is bound to make my readers a little happy. Oh yeah and hopefully I don’t have to do a disclaimer on the song since you already know where it comes from.

Chapter 6: Compromise

Finally free to be herself in a place that very few were aware about, Moana allowed her spirit to escape through her singing as she walked down the dark tunnel with Pua beside her. She had no need for a torch as she knew where she was going after coming here so often. “We read the wind and the sky when the sun is high,” She sang the song of her ancestors as she hurried to get to the end of the tunnel where a faint light reflected onto the rocks and the sound of a nearby waterfall could be heard. “We sail the length of the ocean breeze.” Already she could feel her stress evaporate and she hurried the pace. “At night we name every star, we know who we are.” She finally reached the end of the tunnel to come across a large cave that seemed as if it could fit her entire village. Instead there were many great boats and canoes from an era long ago when voyaging was more of a way of life rather then staying in one place and occasionally visiting the other islands. Here was her heritage in all its glory and it was one that she was most proud to be a part of. Some of these boats were probably too old to be used again, but Moana felt that she knew better as they all still seemed to be alive and sturdy enough to go back on the ocean. “Who we are, who we are.” She sang as she broke into a big smile and ran towards the other side of the cave where a large body of water was connected to the ocean outside and the daylight filtered through a great waterfall and into the large cave to illuminate it. She raced towards the one boat that she treasured above them all; it was not as grand looking as the others, but it was just the right size for maybe one or two people to ride upon it and on its sail was a great spiral that reminded her of a whirlpool that could be found in the ocean. “I’m back!” Moana greeted the boat with a grin and got upon it. “I almost rode another boat a few days ago, but I still hope that it will be you that I get to ride out into the ocean!” She closed her eyes as she placed a hand on the sail cloth, while she could hear Pua catching up to her. “Can you remember it Pua?” Moana asked as she tried to recall how it felt to be on the ocean so many years ago. “Remember that one time we did go upon the ocean? How the surface below us rocked back and forth and eased our fears? Remember how the ocean smelled or how the wind blew against us? Remember what it was like to move without walking?” It had been so long, but that time when she got kidnapped was the only time where she was sure that she had ever truly experienced the ocean without being pulled away from it within seconds. She wanted more of it–what it felt like to ride over a great wave, to feel total control over a boat and move without walking, to let the sea and the winds guide her along her way. “Aue, aue,” She sang as she imagined this all in her mind. “We set a course to find a brand new island everywhere we roam. Aue, aue, we keep our island in our mind, and when its time to find home we know the way.” She wanted so badly to follow the path of her ancestors that her grandmother told her about so often. No one on this island seemed to like going out very far beyond the reef other than to meet with other islands, but she wanted more than that. She glanced down to find the oar that went with this boat and when she picked it up, she walked a little ways away from the sail but closed her eyes again as she allowed her daydreams to take over. “Aue, aue, we are explorers reading every sign,” She could envision the kakamora coming towards her upon their great ship and she pretended to paddle away from them as fast as she could. The wind was howling in her ears and caressing her long hair and the imaginary sun in the great blue sky warmed her body. If she could be pushing the oar through water instead of air then it would all feel a lot more real. “We tell the stories of our elders in a never ending chain.” She could see them coming towards her as they picked up the pace, but she stayed determined. She would never let herself be captured or bound against her will like last time. “Aue, aue,” She sang as she readied her oar. “Te fenua, te malie. Na heko hakilia,” The creatures were coming and getting on her boat. “We know the way.”  She held her oar out and right when she got to the end of the last note, she took a mighty swing as she pretended to knock her imaginary foes away. What she didn’t plan was for the oar to not only make her spin around due to how much force she put into it, but she felt it collide into something that created a loud ‘SMACK!’ sound. The impact was strong enough that it made her stumble backwards and nearly trip over her own feet. “Huh?!” She opened her eyes to see that her oar had collided right into the man without a voice, who was practically kneeling over and clutching his stomach in pain. “Oh my gosh!” She quickly let go of the oar as she hurried towards him. “I am so sorry!” She apologized as she had a hand to her mouth. “Are you alright?!’ The man waved his hand in an ‘It’s ok, I’m fine’ sort of way without looking up. “I didn’t mean to do that, I was pretending to hit something else!” Moana tried to explain herself before she realized that he was in the cave with her. “Wait, how did you find–oh.” She groaned as she slumped her head back. “Of course you followed me here.” Can’t I ever just have one moment to myself? She bitterly thought. No of course not because someone must hate me. Maui didn’t bother to answer as he sat down on the canoe while clutching his stomach and winced as the stinging died down. That attack should not have been that painful to him and yet the little princess somehow managed it. He wanted to know what the heck she was pretending to hit at and how on earth she managed to pack so much force in that one swing. Was she preparing to go up against a monster in the future? The realm of monsters would be in deep trouble if she ever entered it, if that were the case. “You won’t tell my dad about this, will you?!” Moana pleaded. “This is the only other place near the ocean where I can be alone without him getting mad at me!” When the man finally looked up, he was still wincing in pain but he still gave her a raised eyebrow and an annoyed look that clearly said ‘Are you serious?!’ Moana tried to protest, but she realized it wouldn’t help. Trying to resist and fight had gotten neither of them anywhere and it made matters a lot worse than they should have.  It made her all too aware of how much of an immature child she had been acting lately and she was just tired of it all. She gave up, let out a sigh, and sat down next to her companion. “Look, I’m sorry about all that I’ve done.” She began. “I know I’ve been acting like a spoiled brat instead of a chief like my father wants. And I know that some of the things I’ve done were unforgivable and I can’t take them back. Its just that being the next in line is a lot to take in sometimes and I just happen to find comfort in the very thing he hates.” She let out a frustrated laugh. “And I guess the way the things have been recently is clouding my judgement so I’d do anything to get a moment to myself.” As Moana shut her eyes and held her knees to her chest, Maui was finally starting to see the girl in all her vulnerability and not as the person he had known up until now. She was very spirited as well as being insanely stubborn, but when she was on that boat and singing her head off she became the happiest that he had ever seen her. It didn’t surprise him that much, considering who she had descended from, but he did find it odd that she (and to a certain extent, her own father) had to treat it as a forbidden delight. “I guess you heard me singing and saw me playing pretend on the boat, huh?” Moana asked. “The truth is that I don’t just go to the ocean to rebel against my father. I feel more like myself when I’m by it and I can relax after I have to deal with a lot of work. But more than anything–more than finally becoming a chief or getting my tattoos to mark my passage into womanhood–I want to take a boat out and sail upon the ocean. I want to do everything that my ancestors did and I want those simple things, like riding upon its surface. I know that sounds weird for someone like me, but I guess my parents just had to have a child who wanted to connect to the sea instead of the land.” She let out a weak laugh. “I try to, even if it isn’t easy at times. I take pride in the fact that I’m going to be the leader of my people and I want what’s best for them so I’m not as ungrateful as I must seem to be. I’ve tried to ignore the call of the ocean, but it still keeps calling for me.” She rested her head on her arms now. “Maybe you know what I’m talking about and maybe you don’t. Its ok if you don’t.” She added as she opened her eyes. There was a silence between the two as they reflected on the things that made them odd or out of place amongst the others. The only sound was that of the waterfall as it fell into the ocean below, and yet it was a comforting sound within what would have otherwise been a dead silence. Pua sat down upon the sand and observed the fact that, for one moment, there was no annoyance or amusement in Maui’s eyes towards Moana. Instead there was an unusual empathy within them that didn’t seem in character for him. It was interesting how, just within simple things like in the eyes, that there was more that could be revealed than within words or actions. And the truth was that he did understand that need to not be tied down in one place forever and that he did want to do what was best for the humans, even if it was difficult at times. “Father probably gave you a reason as to why he doesn’t want me to be near the ocean without an escort, let alone be in a boat, didn’t he?” Moana asked as she let go of her knees and let her legs hang off the boat. When Maui turned his head to nod at her, she continued. “One reason why my father doesn’t want me near the ocean is because his friend drowned in it when they were my age.” Moana began. “They tried to sneak out, but they took the wrong boat and the waves swallowed them up since it wasn’t designed to surpass them. Father obviously survived, but to this day he is afraid that mom and I could go the same way if we ever go out into the ocean. Yet there is also another reason that is a little more well known to the others,” She turned to Maui. “Did he tell you that I went missing when I was a child?” Maui nodded. “That’s the only part of the truth that he is open to sharing.” Moana prepared herself for this. “He doesn’t believe my story of what actually happened, so promise you won’t laugh when I tell you? I know it will be hard to believe when you hear it.” When Maui shook his head no, Moana told the story that only her grandmother believed in. “When I was a child, Pua and I also tried to sneak out in the dead of the night to get to the shore. What I didn’t expect was for these strange looking little creatures to come out of nowhere and kidnap the both of us. The next thing I knew, we were on the sea on a ship that was more like a large floating island of wood, debris, and who knows what else all tied together. Even the creatures looked as if they wore things that they collected throughout their lives.”
Wait a minute... Maui frowned at this as he realized that Moana was describing the kakamora’s ship. She even confirmed it when she continued “Grandma told me later that the creatures were none other than the kakamora. You know, like in the stories? I know its hard to believe, but anyway they kidnapped me because they knew that my father would do anything to get me back and they wanted to get supplies from him. I was ok with it at first until they said that they were going to eat Pua.” This was starting to sound oddly familiar to him. Actually it was familiar enough that it was as if it happened not that long ago. But it hadn’t been that long ago, hadn’t it? Wasn’t it many years ago long before this girl was even born? “So I kicked one and Pua and I tried to run away before they could hold us down. I had my hands tied behind my back and I could only kick them away. They caught up to Pua and I went back to help him when one of them sprayed something into my eyes and I was blinded by it.” Moana shuddered at the worst part of this memory, unaware of what kind of images she was creating in her companion’s mind. “I was terrified and I couldn’t see anything but darkness. I could only scream for help as they tried to surround me.” “NO, NO, NO!” He heard a child scream as he soared through the skies. “FATHER! MOTHER! SOMEONE HELP!” He looked down and he could see that the kakamora were surrounding a child and a small pig upon their ship. He had no clue why the little pests kidnapped a child, but he would not let them get away with it. “The next thing I recall is that I heard a bird cry out and they quickly let me go. It must have been a really large bird if they reacted like that.” The second he let out a cry in his hawk form, the kakamora realized who he was and let go of the child, who stumbled around as if she couldn’t see where she was going. “But then I was hit by something and I feel overboard into the sea.” The child suddenly fell into the ocean in the chaos and the pig was squealing its head off as it hurried to the edge and cried for the child. Without even hesitating, he dived towards the water and shifted into the form of a man right before he hit the water. “I thought I was going to drown. I was so terrified and I couldn’t swim at that time. Whatever hit me was making me fall asleep and just when I thought that I was going to die, I felt a hand grab me and I was pulled to the surface.” He found the girl as she struggled to swim up, but the binds that held her hands together made it impossible, so he grabbed her and swam up as fast as he could until they both broke through to the surface. He only allowed himself enough time to look at the child and he saw that a purple-black substance had covered her eyelids and she had lucked out in closing them before it could have gotten right into her eyes. She also had a dart lodged somewhere around her shoulder, which must have knocked her out and he realized that he had saved her just in the nick of time. He quickly turned himself into a hawk again and held onto her with one of his talons while the other went to grab the pig, who was terrified out of its mind. He lucked out in getting them as far away as possible and was forced to dodge the spears that were thrown at him. “I got you, kid!” He yelled. “Just hang on, I’ll get you somewhere safe!” There was only one known human inhabited island nearby where this child could have been taken from, but he first needed to get her a salve on her eyes before something bad would happen to them. “I fell asleep, but when I woke up I couldn’t see anything except for this blurriness in my eyes.” Moana waved a hand over her eyes. “I heard a man’s voice and when I was afraid that I had lost my sight forever, he reassured me and said that I wouldn’t and he even put a salve over them. Obviously he was right.” She laughed. He remembered the child and how terrified she had been; it made him happy to reassure her that she would be alright and she got excited over her adventure, which was an odd reaction for someone who went through what should have been a traumatic experience. Was Moana really that same child he rescued?! The same Moana who not only found him on the shore but had also been giving him so much heck was also the same child he once saved and who had offered her friendship without knowing who he was? “I remember that he joked about having the same thing happen to him and he told me that he saved Pua as well as me. When I thanked him, he pretty much sang the words ‘You’re welcome!’” She beamed as she threw her arms out and sang those words that he so often said in nearly the exact same tone he would use if he chose to sang it. It was this little detail that helped confirm that the child and this girl were truly one and the same. “I couldn’t make him out in my blindness.” Moana’s smile dimmed a little. “I wish I could find him and thank him once more. He didn’t find it crazy that I would want to go back to the ocean after what happened, and he supported my desire. He even told me that I could make a great explorer and that I could probably find myself in Lalotai one day. He was possibly one of the few people to ever support me being out there on the sea.” Moana let out a more genuine laugh before she frowned. “But its weird, I had this sense that he was lonely and depressed for some reason. So I wanted to be his friend and that seemed to make him a little happy.” During this whole time, Moana was unaware that Maui had this incredibly wide eyed look on his face as he listened to the entire story. In fact, if she had bothered to look, she would have seen that his jaw was about ready to hit the ground. How the heck did he not see it before?! Even now he was starting to see that it was indeed the same girl with the same features, though they had changed and matured a little since then. He could even finally see her true eye color now, which was a warm shade of brown. The more he looked, the more he couldn’t deny that Moana was indeed the same girl. Oh gods, that was right–when the people were calling out to her they used her exact name! How could he have forgotten that?! How did he not make that connection sooner through that alone?! He wanted to slap his face a hundred times over for not realizing this before; it could have saved him so much trouble. But wait a minute, didn’t that mean–? Maui looked down to see Pua finishing up with drawing a familiar looking fish hook in the sand and the pig determinedly pointed to it when he looked him in the eye. This time, Maui was able to figure out what Pua was trying to say through that symbol. Even the pig remembered him! In fact the pig was the only living thing on this island that knew who he really was! How could he have missed that too?! No wonder the creature still kept kept trying to draw his fish hook in the sand! The shocked look on Maui’s own face was enough for Pua to let out a big smile and sigh as he himself finally confirmed that both the demi-god and the man before him were truly one and the same after all. All Maui could do was quickly nod his head and put a finger to his lips before Pua could do anything to alert Moana. The pig’s eyes widened in confusion and Maui quickly stopped what he was doing before Moana could continue. “Maybe one day I’ll find him again, because I remember his voice.” Moana continued with a smile. “Its one of those voices you can’t forget. Its warm like when the sun is at its highest point in the sky and you feel better when you hear it. It was deep, but it was a friendly voice that was a little smug sounding at one point, but when he laughed I could just imagine him to be this big, happy guy. Even when he hugged me it felt the same way. Its like if you were to hug a mountain and the mountain hugs you back and you feel safe because of it.” When she turned her head, she saw that the man beside her was giving the most awkward look imaginable, though it was quickly joined by an amused smirk. She had no idea why until she remembered what she said. Uh, wow kid. Maui couldn’t help but think, although he liked how she described his voice and how he gave out hugs. “Argh its not like that!” Moana frantically waved her hands as she felt herself blush with embarrassment. “He could have been my dad’s age or even my grandmother’s age! He might not have even been human or–I just don’t–I swear I’m not romantically interested in him, I just want to see what he looks like and say thank you again!” Moana blurted out before she cringed and held her face in her hands. “Oh gods, why did I say any of that?!” Her reaction made Maui smile, but it also hid just how much he was frustrated. Only one thing could have changed everything and Moana would have known that she was sitting right next to the person who saved her long before they were at each others necks. If he could only say the two words he liked to say the most to mortals, then this matter would have been cleared in an instant. Of all the times he wished he could of had his voice back and not taken up that offer in the first place, this currently had to top them all. Someone out there must have really hated him to allow this to happen. Oh wait yeah there was (he was probably having a laugh over it somewhere under the sea) and Maui just had to fall for it. Unfortunately, if Moana realized who he was, then there would have been a good chance that she would have seen him as just a character in her life rather than an actual person, which he had to avoid if he wanted to survive his current ordeal. If she was the person who was to help him get out of this, then she had to know him for who he was which meant that something needed to be changed in their interactions with each other. Maui glanced back to the sail as he realized that there was now another reason why he would need to get his voice back as soon as possible. Moana had opened up to him more in this day than in the majority of the time he knew her since he showed up and though he couldn’t flat out tell her who he was, there was perhaps something he could do instead for her if he was extremely careful. After all, he didn’t earn a reputation of being a trickster for nothing. He got back up onto the boat and picked up the oar to examine it and when Moana finally turned around and saw what he was doing, she was able to pick up the hint he was trying to give her. “Can you sail?” She asked as she tried to forget the awkwardness of the last moment. “Not just any boat, but this kind?” Maui looked up from the oar and smiled as he nodded in confirmation. “Could you–?!” Moana excitedly began but then she realized how eager she seemed and how fast this could go in another direction. “Could you teach me?” Her voice was a little less certain. Instead of answering, Maui weighed the oar in his hand at an agonizingly slow pace as he gave Moana a waiting look. It took her a couple of seconds to get why he wasn’t answering her. “You... you want me to stop fighting with you, right?” Moana asked. He nodded but he still did the same movement. “And I’ll have to do everything you tell–err, show me, right?” Same reaction. “Ok, granted that might be hard but I guess you’ll find a way. And you won’t let my dad find out right?” Moana asked as she frowned. “If he finds out, then we both get in trouble.” She warned him.
This time he shook his head no. “And you better keep your promise and not tell him if you really mean to help me! I mean it, no take backs!” He nodded and Moana let out a relieved smile, though she was not fully convinced about this just yet. “Thanks.” Maui set the oar back down, got off the boat, and began to walk away. “Wait, not right now?” Moana asked as she hurried to get up and catch up to him. Maui only turned to give Moana a look she couldn’t read. “You’ll give me a sign or let me know though, right?” Maui nodded and turned around to head back. “By the way,” Moana added as she caught up to him as she realized she owed him something in return. “I–uh–thank you for helping us.” She finally said. “I don’t know what you’ve gone through and I don’t know where it is you need to go to or why when this is all over... but I just want to thank you for all your help and for putting up with me and the others in the meantime.” This made Maui hesitate and Moana waited to see how he would react. He turned around and gave her an appreciative smile as he placed his hand on her shoulder. She could once again feel the strength within his grip that matched his size, yet his hold now felt comforting. She watched as he mouthed something and she knew, without a doubt, what he was trying to say to her. ‘You’re welcome.’ Meanwhile, Pua was frustrated as he caught up to them. Why wouldn’t Maui allow Pua to let Moana know who he was? Did it have to do with his current appearance or why he couldn’t speak? He watched as Moana slipped out of Maui’s grasp and began to head back to the pathway that lead back to the island. As Maui turned around to follow her, the little creature let out a grunt of annoyance and trailed behind him while glaring at the former demi-god. But then, without any warning, something strange happened that caught Pua’s attention thanks to the amount of light that had managed to enter the cave through the waterfall. He thought he saw the ink on one of the tattoos on Maui’s arm waver for a moment like water rocking back and forth. Then the ink suddenly changed in shape and a small something that Pua could barely make out with what little light there was in the cave merged out of it. Whatever the thing was, it had a human shape and it gave Pua a quick wave before it merged back into the tattoo, just as Maui froze up and looked behind his shoulder. Maui moved his arm in a specific direction to try to see where he had felt the strangely familiar sensation upon his skin and even touched the spot with a hopeful look in his eyes. Maui looked at the spot for a couple of seconds before he gave up and walked away. Pua tried to comprehend what he just saw but he decided to save it for another time and continued to follow the others.

Later that night, Sina sighed in relief as she watched Moana speak to the man who she used to butt heads with until now from a distance near the fale. She was glad that her daughter was finally looking more at ease and that she seemed a little more confident now than she did this morning. She was also grateful that the tempest between the two had finally ended as it would make things much easier for everyone. “See, I told you so.” Sina felt Tui wrapped his arms around her and she placed her hands upon them. “I don’t know what happened since her practice, but its nice to see her smiling a genuine again.” He commented. “Well I suppose you were right this time.” Sina admitted. “What do you mean ‘this time’?” Sina snorted and let out a laugh. “Ok, you have been right more than once. Otherwise I doubt I’d have married you by now.” “And I would have had to rescue you from the big bad eel instead of trusting you to do it yourself.”
“Oh gods,” Sina groaned but she appreciated her husband’s sense of humor. “I wouldn’t have minded a little adventure but luckily I wasn’t that Sina.” “While we are on the subject,” Tui began as he traced imaginary circles on his wife’s arm. “Are you feeling any better? Your illness has been going on for quite sometime.” “It comes and goes.” Sina sighed. “Usually in the mornings.”
Tui stopped tracing the circles as a thought struck him. “You don’t think–?” He began. “I mean it sounds as if–” “That would be nice, wouldn’t it?” Sina smiled as she caught onto what he was trying to suggest. “But its been so long since it happened before and I don’t know if it could happen again at this rate.”
“If it were, then I wouldn’t mind it.” Tui confessed. “That would be only one of two reasons why I would accept you being sick. The other is that I would get to tend to you.” He kissed her on the cheek. “Oh you tease!” Sina chuckled as she playfully swatted her husband on the arm. “You don’t really mean that!” Meanwhile, Moana waved farewell to her new friend and began to head back to the fale. Although she didn’t entirely trust him just yet, she was still hopeful that he would keep his word so now it was a matter of how this odd arrangement would work. As she walked to the fale, she saw her grandmother starring up into the sky some distance away. Confused as to why the woman was not at her home (and so far away at that) Moana headed towards her grandmother. As she got closer, she saw that her grandmother wore a very concerned look on her face and she was gripping her cane rather tightly. “Is something wrong?” Moana asked. “Are you considering a new tattoo?” She joked. Tala chuckled. “Ah, it would be fun, but no I’m afraid not.” She frowned at the dark night sky and the stars that illuminated it as well as a little of the moon that glowed brightly above them all. “Moana, I must ask you something that may sound odd. Does something about the sky seem out of place to you?” Moana took a moment to look at the night sky. “No?”
“Look everywhere.”
Moana obeyed and looked at the sky, but she couldn’t find anything out of place. “I don’t see anything.”
“Not even above us?” Moana looked up. “Nothing seems wrong.”
“Our ancestors used the stars to guide their way across the ocean to help them know where they were going.” Tala held her hand out in the position that the wayfinders used with all her effort. “As long as we had them, we could find our way. Yet there is a set of stars that has been missing for many nights, no matter how much I have looked. Up, down, left, right, I have looked everywhere and yet they are gone.” “Which ones?” Tala’s hand dropped. “That would be the ones that make the shape of Maui’s fish hook. It was said that following that constellation would lead you to him, no matter where he is, yet they have vanished without a trace.” The way Tala sounded concerned made Moana worried. It was never a good thing if her grandmother was deeply concerned about something. “What could that mean?” Moana asked. “Something must have happened to Maui and I fear that whatever it was, it was enough to make his stars vanish.” Tala bit her lip for a moment. “I doubt he is dead, but I have a bad feeling that whatever it was that caused the stars to vanish, it was not good. There’s no telling what will happen if this isn’t changed and I hope for Maui’s sake that this isn’t because he lost the favor of the gods or committed a terrible crime.” Tala shook her head and smiled. “Well, see you in the morning.” She made her way back to her fale and left Moana staring up at the night sky. “There would have to be a reason why his constellation has vanished.” Moana spoke to herself as a fear crept up inside her. “What could he have done to lose the favor of the gods, if there is no other reason?” She closed her eyes. “Please tell me that’s not the case.” She pleaded in hopes that the demi-god could hear her. “If you don’t live among us then you at least live on in our stories. You must know how much you mean to us so please don’t let us lose our faith in you. Otherwise I’d grab you by the ear and demand that you fix this.” She added with a scowl. She hoped that whatever had happened would be something that could be fixed and be done as soon as possible.

Well on one hand, Maui FINALLY knows who Moana is so now its a question of how soon SHE figures it out/learns who he is. On the other... well, we shall see since it looks like there still might be trouble on the horizon. And yeah, I confess that I wanted her to share Ariel’s role with Maui a little because it made too much sense. *laughs* I’ve rarely written out adorable married couple interactions, so I admit that the little interaction between Tui and Sina was enjoyable. Ok, ok. I better get this answered since I know you guys have asked me this a few times. So some of you wanted to know if I will make Tamatoa use Maui’s voice and some of you have probably been wondering that and haven’t asked in a review yet. If you don’t want any spoilers, I’d recommend avoiding this, but here is the answer. Ready? Ok? Alrighty then. Starting now. .....I’m horrible at this. Ok, NOW! You were warned. The answer is no. I’ve already hinted at it in the story a few times but I’m going ahead and confirming that Tamatoa is NOT going to use Maui’s voice because I cannot see him doing that. He’s a rather vain fellow and to him that would be stupid as he would rather use his own voice. I got something planned and I promise it will be good, but please be patient and try to avoid asking anymore about it because I don’t want to spoil anything that might be unique to this AU. Ok, then, I think I’ve gathered enough tomatoes now. Until next time, my readers. -*Somewhere in Renaissance era Paris, France*- What should have been an enjoyable festival was quickly ruined as the sky rained down  an endless storm of tomatoes upon the heads of what was a mob of cruel and mocking party goers. “WHAT SORCERY IS THIS?!” One of them screamed. On a wooden contraption that was somehow spared by this rain and in front of a person who had been tied down to a wheel was an oddly dressed female who was manically laughing her head off as she threw her hands to the sky. “REVENGE! SWEET REVENGE!” She cried out in joy. “IT’S NOT SO FUNNY WHEN YOU ARE ON THE OTHER END, IS IT YOU SICKOS?!” She yelled out to the crowd. “WHY DIDN’T I THINK OF THIS SOONER?!” She let out an evil sounding laugh. “GODS I LOVE BEING A FAN FIC WRITER!” “She is clearly an agent of the devil!” A creepy man in black pointed at her from his chair. “Grab her and burn her at the stake!” The female only let out a delighted grin and pulled a sword out. “FOR JUSTICE!” She screamed her head off as she leapt off the podium and ran towards the man. “THIS IS FOR THOSE WHO GET OPPRESSED BY PEOPLE LIKE YOU, YOU MISERABLE OLD-!” -*this scene is not to be continued as it deviates too much from the fan fic and we can’t afford a pointless filler chapter. The writer’s revenge fantasy in a Disney film is not as important as this fan fic and does not fit in with the fan fic in any shape or form. We apologize for any inconvenience and offer Disneyland balloons to make up for this.*-

[gingeraleluke]

𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: vinnie hacker x fem!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: vinnies girlfriend gets her heart broken by a disney movie and needs to scrub off the sorrow.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: pure fluff, swearing, crying, spoilers for the movie onward, showering… so nudity?, mommy and daddy kink jokes

𝗔/𝗡: this was inspired by the time i first watched the movie onward and cried in the shower for a good 20 mins! i’m aware this movie isn’t even that sad but for some reason the ending broke me.

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there was something about disney movies that scratched an itch y/n couldn’t reach. the films always seemed to resonate deep down with her, and after a rough day, she was itching for one.

it wasn’t her first choice though.

after coming home from work, she put her stuff down and ran to greet her boyfriend. he wasn’t in their shared bedroom so she checked his hangout space, and there he was, sitting with a snapback on, typing something on his phone.

“hey! oh… are you busy?” he snapped his head back and looked at her smiling.

“yeah, i’m about to start streaming but it won’t be long. come here.” he made a grab motion with his hands and she climbed onto his lap, cradling him as he held her in his arms. she had her head on his shoulder and could hear faint voices coming from his headphones that rested on the table.

“are you in a discord?”

she pulled away and looked at him, their noses almost touching.

“oh, yeah but i muted it. don’t worry.” he shook his head and his lips looked soft. “you look gorgeous right now,” he pulled out his phone from his pocket and opened snapchat. “come here.”

she looked at his phone to see that he was taking a selfie with her and she grew shy and shoved her face in his chest. she could feel the vibration in his chest from his giggles as he snapped a picture.

“honey, show your face!!”

“no…” vinnie poked her in the sensitive spot on her side and quickly took the photo, capturing her laughing. the picture was slightly blurry, but good enough. some of his face was cut off and you could see her arm around his neck.

“oh god, did you post that?”

“yup.” he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and made him look at her before lightly kissing his nose.

“look it, everyone is a simp for you.”

y/n looked at his phone screen and saw numerous chats flooding his phone. she took it in her hands and opened some.

oh my god my parents 😩

she took a picture on vinnies phone of her kissing vinnies cheek before typing a reply,

we are happy to be your mom and dad :,)

another one was a picture of a girl crying with the caption,

im so jealous please love me vinnie

“oh my god, vin look what you did.” she showed him the picture and his jaw dropped as he awkwardly laughed.

y/n snapped a picture of her forehead and typed,

he loves you i promise, don’t cry :(

she liked to look at messages from his fans, especially when he had just posted of her. his followers loved her because of how inclusive she was. she never wanted to shove their relationship in their face because she knew what it’s like. she had spent nights crying over tom holland knowing that she would never date him, people did the same for vinnie and she tried to be as understanding and respectful as possible.

and they adored her for that.

“hey if you are gonna look at my phone, i want your phone.” he grabbed her phone from the back pocket of her jeans and typed in her passcode before opening fruit ninja.

“imma beat your high score.”

they stayed like that for a few more minutes, her legs wrapped around him as she sat, replying to more messages.

VINNIE TELL Y/N I LOVE HER

she smiled at the message. she decided that a text wasn’t enough for this one, so she sent back a video.

“HI WENDY! I LOVE YOU MORE!” she blew a kiss at the camera as vinnie shouted a “hi wendy!” in the background.

she hit send and immediately the girl replied.

OHDKDHDJC

Y/N I LOVE YOU OH MY GFUCK

*wendy screenshotted your chat!*

NO ME MORE OHDKDHDKD

y/n laughed at the exchange before vinnie asked for his phone back. you momentarily forgot about your shitty day as you were distracted by your gorgeous boyfriend and his incredible fans.

she pouted looking down at him as he stared at his computer screen, “aww, you’re no fun!”

“i know, i know. i can’t hang out right now, the guys are waiting. okay?” he looked at her briefly before grabbing his headphones.

“okay..” she got off of him and started to make her way towards the door.

“oh, try to be quiet please?”

“yes, daddy…” she said jokingly as his eyes went wide and he immediately turned around, mouth agape, looking her up and down before speaking in the discord call.

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all over y/n’s tiktok was edits of tom holland and honestly? she wasn’t complaining.

she was bored out of her mind and was going through disney plus before stopping on the film Onward.

holy fucking shit.

an animated disney movie with tom holland and wizards? i think the fuck yes.

y/n got excited and decided to order a pizza for dinner and grab her favorite fuzzy blanket.

she was around 20 minutes into the movie when the pizza guy arrived. she took what she wanted and texted vinnie that she left pizza on the floor outside of his door, not wanting to disturb him.

y/n 🤍

hey, i ordered some pizza, i hope that’s okay with you. i wasn’t sure what you wanted to have for dinner tonight lol

vinnie 🖤

thx babe 🥺

y/n 🤍

the pizza is here! i left the box outside of your door. i didn’t want to interrupt sdhjdj

vinnie 🖤

BABY OMG I SEE IT!! thank you i’m starving omgg

y/n 🤍

EAT IT!

vinnie 🖤

that’s what she said 😏

y/n 🤍

…

vinnie 🖤

what?

y/n 🤍

that wasn’t funny 🙄

vinnie 🖤

the stream thought it was.

y/n 🤍

vinnie wtf??

vinnie 🖤

what? 🤠

y/n 🤍

why are u showing our texts on stream??!

vinnie 🖤

BECAUSE ITS FUNNY DUH

y/n 🤍

jesus christ-

just shut up and eat your pizza 😩

vinnie 🖤

yes mommy 🤪

mommy my pizza tastes like feet

y/n 🤍

don’t

vinnie 🖤

what mommy 🥺

y/n 🤍

please shut the fuck up

wait

does your pizza actually taste bad or are you fucking with me?

vinnie 🖤

nah, the stream told me to say it

y/n 🤍

STOP SHOWING THE STREAM OUR TEXTS

vinnie 🖤

LMAOO

why did you leave me on read 😡

y/n 🤍

i’m watching a movie now play ur game 😩

vinnie 🖤

there’s a lot of viewers… i’m nervous

y/n 🤍

aww

you will be fine i promise. tell me how it goes :)

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almost 2 hours later, after many snack and tiktok breaks, she finally finished the movie.

and boy, did it fuck her up.

it started as a slight yet familiar burning in her eye sockets as her vision became blurry. watering eyes, trying to make out shapes but the illusion of light spots filled her vision. she’d blink but that would only get her lashes wet and everything appeared even more sparkly. a normal person would just see a bright screen in a dark room, yet y/n’s saw what looked like a whole city skyline. imaginary colors and shapes that were formed by her tears. the levee would break, one blink that lasted a little too long, causing a tear to slide down her cheek. that’s when all hell broke lose.

she was trying to hold on to her tears, but she slipped and lost her grip. the sobs started out small and then turned into long quiet ones. she wasn’t sure why it hit her so hard, maybe because of tom holland, or maybe because of the inspirational music playing through the credits. she picked up the remote and just sat there on the couch, sobbing into the blanket. you would have thought she had lost a loved one by how hard she was crying. she knew she was being ridiculous, but fuck, it really made her sad.

she was on the bridge of hyperventilating. sniffling as salty black streams made their way down her face. she hadn’t cried that hard since one direction broke up.

she gained the strength to get up and made her way to see vinnie, her blanket wrapped around her body and visibly upset.

y/n slowly opened up the door.

“vinnie-“ she whined, before silencing herself.

he was still on his stream, headset on, as he turned around and looked at her.

he ripped his headset off his head, “hey, angel! are you okay?”

“yeah, i’m sorry.” she closed the door before he could say anything. he told her he wouldn’t take too long so she was hoping to snuggle up with him.

but nope, he’s busy and she just interrupted him.

she threw her blanket on the bed before making her way to the bathroom. showering always helped her get her emotions out.

she stood and saw herself in the mirror. she looked hysterical. mascara was all over her cheeks and her eyes were red and puffy. the sight made her want to cry even more.

she felt her knees buckle and she dropped to the floor and just cried. motionless, she stayed like that for a few minutes before wiping her nose and stripping.

when vinnie saw her appearance, his heart sunk. he was almost done with the stream so he quickly ended it and walked out to the sound of water running.

y/n stood under the water for a few seconds before, once again, dropping to the floor and crying.

fuck disney and fuck hormones

she heard a knock on the door.

“hey, sweetheart. you okay?”

“yeah!” she shouted out through the water, her voice cracking. “i’m fine. get back to your stream.”

“it ended…” he stood with his side pressed against the door, leaning on it. “open up.”

“what?”

“let me in, the doors locked.” he jimmied the doorknob, before letting go.

“come on!”

“umm.. why?”

“because i want to shower with you!”

she closed her eyes and felt the warm water flow down her face. “yeah, no offense vin, but i’m really not in the mood. i had a bad day and i’m tired”

“huh? no i’m serious, i wanna take a shower too.”

she pulled back the shower curtain and unlocked the door, vinnie strolling in as she quickly covered herself with the curtain.

“so…. whatcha doing?”

“vinnie, i’m in the shower.”

all of a sudden, y/n felt something land on her head.

“ow, what the fuck?” she looked down to see vinnies hat sitting at her feet.

“did it land on your head?”

“no, fuckface, it didn’t land on my head, it hit me in the head.”

“oh… well. my hats in there so that means i have to get in there and get it.”

“what? no i’ll just throw it to you.”

vinnie groaned, “ugh, y/n will you please just let me hop in? i promise i’ll be good.”

“fine.” she rolled her eyes and threw the wet hat on the bathroom floor.

vinnie went to pull back the curtain.

“hey! i’m naked.”

“so? i’ve seen you naked a bajillion times, why do you care?”

“because privacy.”

“oh, please.”

vinnie pulled the curtain back, y/n now standing there on display.

“woah.” his eyes were wide as he looked at her.

“what?”

“nothing… i’ve just never seen you shower before… it’s uh.. it’s hot.”

“vincent….” she warned.

he held his hands up in defense, “i won’t okay! i’m just saying… jeez.”

he took his clothes off and dropped them on the ground next to her clothes. “‘m comin’ in!”

he walked in behind her, recklessly. water splashing and overflowing the tub.

“vinnie! careful.”

“shit sorry.” he laughed.

he was giggling like crazy as he stood there facing y/n, the back of her head under the water. vinnie was still dry, only thing wet was his feet.

“can i have some water mam’”

“sure, but it’s hot and i’m not changing the temperature.”

he nodded and they maneuvered their way by eachother, switching spots. she held his shoulders as he stood under the water.

“OW FUCK! HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK!” he let out an inhuman noise once the water hit his skin.

“oh, stop being a baby! it’s fine.”

“i’m not a baby..” he pouted, “i’m a man!” he puffed his chest and turned his back to her, facing the shower head. he let the water run on his face and turned around towards her, spitting some out. he positioned the water so it hit both of them and moved back to his previous spot so she was the closest to the water.

she could feel herself start to cry again.

“hey.” he embraced her as she cried in his arms. “why are you sad?” he rubbed her back, the water dripping from his fingers.

“you know how i love tom holland?”

“yeah?” he was confused as to what the celebrity had to do with her sadness.

“well… he’s in a disney movie and it was really sad.”

“oh.” vinnie didn’t know what to say.

“no, you don’t get it! he wanted nothing more than to meet his dead dad, it was his biggest wish- his dream vinnie! and he had the opportunity to finally meet him and-“ sobs started to escape her lips. “and his- his stupid fucking brother got to see their dad and he didn’t! and he already knew the dad but ian didn’t!! it was so fucked up.” her body shaked as he held her, vinnie tried his best not to laugh.

“i’m sorry, princess. that sounds awful.”

“it was, vinnie. it was all ian wanted and he never got it. he worked so hard and- fuck i just can’t.”

he let out a giggle and kissed her on the cheek.

“okay well don’t worry, don’t let that movie bother you, okay? turn around and i’ll wash your hair.”

vinnie got shampoo and started lathering it through her roots and y/n did the same. they had their arms on either side of their necks, looking at eachother and laughing while touching each other’s hair.

“this is so weird.”

“i know.”

they would take turns going under the water to rinse the shampoo out. vinnies hair getting stuck to his forehead after being under the water. he shook his head like a dog and water droplets splattered everywhere.

“vinnie!”

they applied conditioner before vinnie decided to grab her body wash.

“what are you doing?”

“i’m gonna wash your body, here, lean your head back.” she leaned her head under the water, her back arched. vinnie tried to keep his thoughts holy as her chest was on full display for him. he started lathering the soap all throughout her body with his hands and grabbed a loofah before scrubbing all up on her chest and down to her legs. he squeezed the loofah to create bubbles before putting some in his hands and placing it directly on her boobs.

y/n couldn’t see what he was doing and all she could see was the shower head and the ceiling. she ran her fingers through her hair before standing up straight.

“what are you doing-“ she looked down at her chest to see a shit ton of bubbles covering her chest.

“you don’t have a bra on so i made you one!”

“you are such a dork..” she turned around and washed the bubbles off as he washed her backside and massaged her shoulders.

once she was all washed, she made him stand under the shower head and scrubbed his body with his body wash. he made jokes about “taking him out on a date first” anytime she washed somewhere intimate.

after they were done, she hopped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel. vinnie watched her as he stood in the shower.

“what’s wrong?”

“i’ve got bubbles on my feet.” he frowned, slightly laughing.

“we’ll just take the shower head off and spray your feet off, silly.”

he looked at her, flabbergasted, before trying it out, and what do you know, the shower head detached.

“hey! since when did it do this?”

he asked spraying off his feet as y/n dried her hair.

“since always.”

he put the shower head back and looked over at her suspiciously.

“y/n?”

“yeah…”

“how did you know the shower head was detachable?” he looked deeply in her eyes, trying to catch her.

“uh… i don’t know, i just knew….”

his jaw dropped, “oh my god, y/n, have you?-“

“gotta go!” she ran out of the bathroom, a devious smile on her face.

“y/n y/l/n, get back here!” he jumped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, before running after her.

maybe, her day wasn’t too bad.

[mjolnir-steve]

Foolish

Frank Adler x fem!Reader

Word count: 5027 (oop)

Warnings: light drinking, very brief mention of suicide, some cursing, smut (18+ ONLY!!!), unprotected sex (m/f) ... Please let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: Hi, y’all! Here’s my entry for @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817’s Shameless Hoes for Chris Challenge!!!! I haven’t written smut in a LONG time, so please be gentle with me LOL. Here’s what I got:

Frank Adler

“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.”

Breeding / mutual pining 🥴

I’d like to dedicate this to @rodrikstark for always sharing the Frank Adler feels and @sparkledfirecracker for bullying me (with love) into finishing this. ❤️

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Fridays never seemed to come soon enough. You looked forward to the beginning of the weekend as much as the next person, but over the last few months, Friday nights took on new meaning for you. You moved to the trailer park a little less than a year ago, wanting to buy a small place of your own and start making a home for yourself. It wasn’t perfect, but it wasn’t expensive, and it was only a ten-minute drive from your office where you’d just secured a promotion. Roberta, the manager, helped you make it feel like home right away, insisting on going with you to pick out paint samples and providing copies of menus for the best take-out in the area.

Before long, Roberta introduced you to the trailer park’s resident certified genius, Mary Adler. Mary and Roberta spent Saturday mornings with you when you were free, which unfortunately, was pretty much all the time. You played games, sang karaoke, and even let Mary’s one-eyed cat Fred come over. He took a liking to your swinging chair in the living room, and if Mary couldn’t find him at home, odds were he somehow squeezed through your window and ended up in that chair. 

Another two months had passed, though, before you met Mary’s uncle and guardian, Frank. You came to learn that Mary stayed with Roberta every Friday night because “Frank needs time to be an adult” and she was not allowed to come back to the house until noon on Saturdays. This information made you feel like Frank must be some kind of sad, perpetual fuckboy. You were right about the sad part, not so much about the latter. One morning while Mary played with your watercolors, Roberta let slip - ironically over a cup of tea - that Frank did have the occasional hookup, but usually, he drank himself sleepy on Friday nights and just needed the time to himself. He worked himself to the bone as a boat mechanic, often late into the night because it was too hot to do some jobs during the day. Frank took Mary in when she was just a baby after his sister, her mother, tragically committed suicide. He spent the majority of his scarce free time with Mary, so when Mary was still a toddler, Roberta offered the Friday night deal. Frank countered that he would do any repairs in the trailer park for free, but she refused to let him do that work without pay, saying he deserved to have a life, too. 

She also informed you that Frank was a former philosophy professor, single, and very attractive, especially if you were into the rugged thing. You rolled your eyes with an amused exhale and took another sip of your tea. You’d be lying if you said your interest wasn’t piqued. Mary then shouted over her shoulder, confirming that she’d been listening to your entire conversation, “Frank is great, but he’s a grump. Good luck cracking that egg.” You snorted, nearly spitting out your tea, and she went back to reading your color theory book to Fred.

With that, you heard a sharp rap at the door. You set your tea down on the kitchen table, curious who your visitor might be. You didn’t know anyone else in the trailer park, or in town, really. You opened the door, taking in the sight of possibly - no, definitely - the most handsome man you’d ever seen. You quickly guessed it was Frank, judging by the grease smeared on his quite large hands. His eyes, though tired, had the same bright look as Mary’s, and he had the most perfectly imperfect fluffy hair and overgrown stubble.

“Good morning,” he said with a sweet, closed-mouthed smile. “Is Mary here?”

You had to remind yourself to breathe. Stammering, you opened the door wider, gesturing inside. “Hi, y-yes. She is!” Why am I like this? “She’s just painting with Fred. Please, come in.” You moved aside so he could fit his broad shoulders through the doorframe and then held out your hand. “You must be Frank. I’m Y/N. Mary is just wonderful.” You smiled at him, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks.

He took your hand in both of his, gentler than you’d expected. “I’m sorry. Yes, I’m Frank. It’s great to meet you, finally.” He smiled wide for the first time and you were certain you’d pass out. Who LOOKS like this? “And thank you, she really is wonderful. I couldn’t do it without Roberta. She’s family.” He smiled and waved at Roberta, who was looking at you over the lip of her mug.

Mary didn’t even bother to turn around and face Frank. “What are you doing here, Frank? It’s only 11. I have a whole ‘nother hour with my friends.” You tried to keep your laugh quiet, covering your mouth with your hand and shaking your head.

“Well, excuse me for thinking you might like to go out on the boat with me this morning. I guess I’ll go by myself.”

Mary jumped up from the floor, scrambling to clean up your paints and books. “Can Y/N and Roberta come?”

Frank crouched down to meet Mary’s eyes. “Of course they can, if they’d like.” He looked back at you over his shoulder, trying to gauge your interest, then turning back to his niece. “But do you remember what I told you?”

You could see that Mary was making a conscious effort not to roll her eyes. “You told me that my adult friends have adult lives that include adult responsibilities, and they might not always be available to spend time with me.”

“And?” he looked at her expectantly.

“And I need to invite them to do things without assuming they will do them.” She couldn’t hold back her eye roll any longer, but she made sure not to let Frank see. “Roberta, Y/N, would you both like to join us on the boat today?”

You were amazed by the exchange taking place in front of you, able to see where some of Mary’s brains and tenacity came from. The conversation between the two flowed so easily, playful yet intelligent. It was clear that Frank treated Mary not as a child, but as a person, and you chided yourself internally for thinking that was kinda hot. 

Shaking yourself out of your mildly inappropriate thoughts, you responded. “I’d love to come, Mary.” You smiled at her, bending over to help her pick up the last of the paints from the floor. “Roberta?”

Roberta gave you a look and you just knew she planned this somehow. “I actually do have some of those adult responsibilities to handle today, but thank you for inviting me.” You sent a glare in her direction, quick but no less scathing. “Maybe next time.” She winked at you before washing out her mug and saying her goodbyes.

You spent the whole rest of the day and night with Frank and Mary, doing everything from building sandcastles to cooking dinner together. Mary eventually fell asleep in your lap as you were watching Oliver & Company, Frank’s favorite Disney film that had become Mary’s, too. “An underrated classic,” they told you in unison.

You helped Frank put Mary to bed, a task made easier after such a tiring day. “I guess I should get going.” You stood awkwardly in the small kitchen, unsure of yourself and painfully aware of how close your hand was to Frank’s resting on the counter.

“Yeah, I have a job early in the morning.” He looked down at his shoes, unable to look you in the eye, and you wondered if he hadn’t found your company as enjoyable as you’d found his.

“Listen, I don’t know if you’ve been to Ferg’s? The little bar down the road? I go every Friday night just to relax and have a few beers. Maybe you’d like to come with me next weekend?”

Is he asking me on a date? You could feel your heartbeat racing. The look on your face must not have matched the excitement you felt at the prospect of spending time alone with the dreamy, kind, sarcastic man in front of you. 

He felt like an idiot when you hesitated to answer. He clearly read everything wrong. He had to fix this. “It’s a good place to meet people, you know? I know you’re fairly new to the area, so if you’re looking for more local friends, it’s a good place to start.” He winced, hoping you couldn’t sense his embarrassment at thinking that you would want to go on a date with him.

You swallowed, trying not to let your disappointment show outwardly. Of course he’s not interested in me. Stupid. “Oh, yeah! That would be great, Frank. What time?”

Frank let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, relieved that you didn’t seem offended by his offer. “How’s 7? I’ll pick you up? We can walk over together.”

And that’s how Fridays came to mean so much to you. Almost every Friday for the last six months, Frank met you at your door and you walked to Ferg’s together. Frank told you it would be a good place to make new friends, but you paid no mind to the other patrons. You only had eyes for each other, yet neither of you could see it, even though Roberta pointed out (repeatedly) that neither of you had taken anyone else home in all that time.

The more time you spent with Frank, the more certain you were that God was real and your life was His favorite trainwreck reality TV series. Even if you could have customized a dream man Build-A-Bear style, Frank still would blow your creation out of the water. He was smart and funny, not to mention an adoring parent to Mary, to whom you grew more attached each day. He was kind and thoughtful, talented and hard-working. Although he was a grouch, as Mary would say, he always was sweet to you. He took a genuine interest in anything you had to say, whether you were venting about work or filling him on the latest episode of whatever show you were binging. He was ridiculously sexy without even trying. All those hours he spent doing manual labor in the sun did wonders for his physique. You’d only seen him completely shirtless on one occasion, and the image of him with sweat dripping down his chest was burned into your memory, fueling your late-night thots and causing you to break out your vibrator on what was now a regular basis.

Six months had come and gone in the blink of an eye, and you’d begun to accept that Frank didn’t want to be anything more than friends with you. You decided tonight was as good a night as any to talk to someone new, to start letting go of your unrequited feelings. 

You swapped out your usual jeans for a sundress, t-shirt bra for a push-up, and lip balm for lipstick. Putting your phone and some cash in a wristlet, you considered wearing your new strappy sandals. The walk to Ferg’s was about five minutes each way down a sandy road, though, and memories of the sticky floor inside aided your preferred pair of Converse in their victory for the night. 

Just as you finished tying your shoes, you heard a knock at the door. You adjusted your cleavage and fluffed your hair a final time with one last look in the mirror. Here goes.

Frank felt like he had the wind knocked out of him in the best possible way. He suddenly felt entirely underdressed in his aloha shirt, even though it was his go-to for nights out of the house. He’d never seen you dressed so nicely when you weren’t going to work. 

You were the kind of beautiful that didn’t require makeup. Your natural hair always framed your face perfectly, even if you didn’t think so. He thought you were adorable when you were concentrating on something, blowing your hair out of your face with a huff. Visions of your soft curves made their way into Frank’s dreams on more than one occasion. He had seen you in your swimsuit several times, sunbathing with Roberta and swimming with Mary at the beach. It wasn’t even all that revealing, but it accentuated your figure in ways that forced Frank into needing a cold shower or two. Above all, though, he admired your heart. You’d allowed Mary into your life without hesitation, spending time with her because you wanted to and allowing her to ask all those questions that Frank just wouldn’t be able to answer. It killed him that you didn’t see him the way he saw you, a perfect partner for him and a worthy maternal figure for Mary.

“Frank? You okay?” Your concerned voice shook him out of his thoughts, prompting him to close his mouth which apparently had opened wide in astonishment when you stood in the doorway.

“Yeah, um... You look…” He looked a little confused, his brow furrowed and lips pursed. “Why are you all dolled up? It’s only Ferg’s.” He wished he could’ve kicked himself in the teeth when your face fell at his question. He rubbed a hand over his face. “Shit. Let me try that again,” he nearly begged, running up to you to stop you from going back inside. “You look really nice, honey.” He ran his calloused hand up your forearm, but quickly returned it to his side when he realized what he’d done. “Is it a special occasion, though? Should I change?”

You gave him a watery smile, given that you were three seconds from slamming the door in his face and crying. “That’s better. Thank you.” You lightly pushed at his shoulder, trying and failing to ignore the electricity you felt at the contact. “No occasion, though. Just thought maybe it was about time I actually introduced myself to someone new.” 

You couldn’t quite read his reaction. Little did you know he was certain he just felt his heart physically crack in his chest. “What do you mean?”

The two of you started walking, the tension between you thickening the very air you breathed. “Well, when you first invited me to Ferg’s, you said maybe I’d get to know some other people in the area, right? But we’re always with each other. I’m sure you’re itching to talk to someone other than me. I don’t want to hold you back.”

“Ah. Gotcha.” Frank abruptly reverted to the quiet, distant state he usually occupied before he met you. He sped up a bit, walking ahead of you and desperately attempting to school his features before you caught up with him.

Frank practically ran to the restroom, not slowing down even to hold the door open for you. You took a deep breath and rolled your shoulders, relaxing before entering the bar. Normally, whoever made it first would order drinks for you both, but Frank made it painfully clear that he had no desire to be in your company tonight. You ordered your usual, an Angry Orchard with a shot of Fireball in a tall glass. The combination tasted like apple cider, but the burn in your throat was caused by liquor rather than heat. It was strong enough to get you buzzed, but not so strong that you’d be stumbling home. You swallowed half the glass in one gulp, wanting to feel the warmth in your veins boosting your confidence as quickly as possible.

“Y/N? How are you?” You turned around, eyes meeting those of Jamie, your coworker. He leaned in for a hug and you accepted somewhat reluctantly, having interacted with him only in passing.

“Hey! I’m all right. What’s up?” You smiled at him, taking another sip of your drink. Jamie was not very subtly staring at your chest. You weren’t crazy about him, but the attention felt nice, so you allowed it.

“Not much. Just happy it’s Friday, ya know?” He looked around for a moment before returning his attention to you. “You’re usually here with that mechanic dude, right?”

You stifled a laugh thinking about how Frank would react if he heard himself referred to as “dude” by this prick. “Yeah, he’s around somewhere. We’re just-“

“-Just friends?” he finished for you with a hopeful look.

You nodded in response, looking him up and down. He was no Frank, but you couldn’t deny he was handsome. It had been so long since you’d even been kissed, and though you hated to admit it, you were touch-starved. One night couldn’t hurt, could it?

Meanwhile, Frank was splashing his face with cool water. He couldn’t believe he’d fucked up so royally. He was sure you didn’t want him how he wanted you, and now he was sure it was too late to tell you how he really felt.

He knew from the moment he saw you that he’d never get you out of his head. Roberta had been talking you up to Frank for weeks, but he wanted no part of it, mumbling something about there being “a reason why no one used matchmakers anymore.” He had no choice but to make your acquaintance when he was looking for Mary, and he’d never been so happy that Roberta could say she told him so.

Later that day at the beach, Mary approached him while you were dozing on a towel in the sand. She sat on his lap and reached for his face, using her pointer fingers to turn the straight line of his mouth up into a smile. “Roberta says you have a ‘charming’ smile, Frank. We think you should use it more.” He chuckled quietly, careful not to disturb you, and pulled Mary in close, planting a wet kiss on her cheek. She grimaced at the feeling, dramatically wiping at her face until he let her go back to reading with Fred.

The sound of the jukebox starting up cut short his reverie. He had to get out there and explain himself. Frank dried his face and hands with a paper towel before smacking his cheeks and stretching his neck back and forth to each shoulder. 

Frank exited the restroom only to find some douchebag staring at your ass as you leaned over toward the bar. He saw red when the piece of shit held out his hand behind his back while his friend slipped a twenty-dollar bill into it, seemingly winning some sort of bet.

Jamie didn’t stand a chance when Frank stormed in between the two of you. “That’s IT,” he yelled, so intense he borderline bellowed. He threw whatever cash he had in his pocket on the bar to pay for your drinks before he pulled you outside, almost getting to your door while you fought against his grip. He only stopped when you spun your body around like something out of Dancing with the Stars and jumped in front of him, forcing him to catch you.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N, what are y-”

“-What are YOU doing, Frank? What the fuck was that?” You put your feet back down on the ground but remained facing him, arms crossed over your chest.

He groaned in frustration, suddenly realizing he actually had no clue how to respond. “Fuck.”

You looked at him, tapping your foot in anticipation.

“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.” He rubbed at his temples in the way he did when he felt a headache coming on.

“And how was he looking at me, Frank? What does it matter to you?”

“He was looking at you like you were a piece of meat and I… FUCK!”

You both turned when your neighbor opened his window. “Can you kids keep it down out here?”

You waved bashfully at the old man. “Sorry, Mr. Parker,” you said in unison.

“Come inside, Frankie.” The nickname that typically made him roll his eyes at you never had sounded sweeter, now that its use confirmed you didn’t hate him for the scene he made. You both toed off your shoes at the door before you made your way into the living room, motioning for him to sit next to you on the couch when he tried to sit in the armchair across the room.

You leaned forward, pinching his chin between your thumb and forefinger. “Now what’s going on in that sun-damaged brain of yours?”

He let out a laugh so soft you almost missed it, but you were glad you didn’t. Sitting back against the arm of the couch, you pulled a pillow into your lap and hugged it, giving Frank your full attention.

Frank cleared his throat, doing his best to accept that it was now or never. “That guy was leering at you, and it pissed me off. You deserve better, Y/N.” He pried your fingers from where they were locked around the pillow to hold your hands in his.

“If you want to meet new people, that’s great. If you don’t want to be with me, that’s a little less great, but I’d understand. He didn’t even pay for your drinks. And I th-”

You covered his mouth with one of your hands, and he knitted his brows in confusion. “You’re making it sound like it’s an option to be with you.” You were in disbelief, side-eyeing him, waiting for Ashton Kutcher to announce that you were, in fact, being Punk’d. 

The corners of his mouth lifted into the soft smile he reserved for you. It was the same one he gave you whether you were on a tangent about how “Obsessed” by Mariah Carey is “the single greatest diss track of all time” or you were helping Mary put a harness and leash on Fred “just to see how he’d do” on a walk.

“For a distinguished professor, you’re kind of a dummy, Frank.” You took his face in your hands, thrilled to be feeling his stubble against your palms. Before he could talk back to you, you kissed him, unsure how you denied yourselves such a simple yet extraordinary pleasure for so long. It only took a moment for him to relax into it, his hands removing the pillow between you before finding your waist and pulling you almost into his lap.

You deepened the kiss, threading your fingers through his hair. He pulled away first, pressing his forehead to yours. “Seems like we’re both dummies, huh?” 

You were going to ask why pulled away until you looked down to see a considerable tent forming in the front of his jeans. You laughed as he pulled you into a tight hug, one arm wrapped around you while the other hand held your face against his neck.

You kissed the side of his neck softly before leaning back to look at him. “All this time? I thought you didn’t see me this way.” You held his face, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. “You asked me to go to Ferg’s and then said I could meet other people, so I thought that was it, you know?”

He covered your hands with his and pecked your lips softly. “Honey, I thought it was the other way around. I was trying to ask you out and you looked like you’d seen a ghost.” You giggled, spluttering a bit because tears had started falling at some point. He wiped your tears away before swiping his thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it down a bit. “We’re fools, aren’t we?”

You nodded slowly and Frank saw something wicked flash in your eyes before you took his thumb in your mouth, sucking lightly. “Jesus, honey.” His length hardened underneath you and you could feel the wetness beginning to pool in your panties, prompting you to grind down into his lap.

You released his thumb from your mouth, pressing your chest into his before kissing him again. “I think we’re only fools if we don’t take advantage of the rest of your adult time.” You removed your dress easily, returning your hands to Frank’s shoulders to push off his shirt.

He surged forward to kiss you again, working magic with his tongue against yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist and he picked you up, walking you into the bedroom. Placing you on the bed carefully, he removed your bra and panties before pulling off his boxers and jeans in one go. You thought you wanted him before, but now that you could see everything he’d been hiding under his baggy clothes, you didn’t see how you could ever let him leave your bedroom.

The next few minutes were spent exploring each other’s mouths while Frank stretched you with his fingers. You didn’t think you’d ever been so wet in your life and thought you might pass out if you didn’t feel him inside you immediately. You gave his cock a few strokes before sliding his head through your folds, coating him in your slick.

“Waitwaitwait, honey. Do you have a condom?”

“You don’t need one if you don’t want one. It’s okay.”

He looked like you just gave him tomorrow’s winning lotto numbers, taking a deep breath to steady himself before he looked at you again. “Oh, God. Are you sure?”

“Mhm. I wanna feel you. Make me yours?”

“Anything you want, honey, but if you change your mind, just tell me, okay?” He lined himself up, seconds shy of entering you for the first time.

“I figured if you were gonna be possessive of me tonight, you might as well take it the whole nine, Frankie.” You laughed as he let out an exasperated sigh. “Seriously, though, I’m clean, I’m on the pill, and I’ve wanted you for a long time.” You reached up to scratch lightly through his chest hair.

“The only thing I wanna hear right now is you moaning for me.” He drove into you harshly, but waited a moment for you to adjust once he was seated to the hilt. “So damn wet and tight for me, honey. You’re so perfect, so beautiful.” He kissed you again before he began to move, slowly but surely making you lose your mind.

He dipped his head down to take one nipple in his mouth, then the other, effectively shutting you up and emptying all thoughts from your head. He nipped at the swell of your breast, soothing the bite with his tongue. “Fuck, Frank, please!”

“Please what, honey?” He picked up his pace, fucking into you so vigorously you moved up the bed. “Tell me what you need.”

“Make me cum, Frank. Please, baby, I need it. Need you,” you cried, leaning up to bite into his shoulder, stifling your moans.

“I wanna hear you, Y/N. I wanna hear those pretty moans while I’m making this perfect pussy cum for me.” The combination of his filthy words and the sight of him sucking on his own fingers before rubbing at your clit sent you over the edge, making you scream his name over and over again for what felt like forever and not long enough.

You could tell he was close, his hips stuttering and losing their rhythm. He began to pull out, unsure if you were willing to let him finish inside you, but knowing he was too close to wait for an answer.

You hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him close, pushing him back into you. “Fill me up, Frank. I wanna feel all of you. Please give it to me,” you whimpered. His release triggered another for you, chanting each other’s names surely loud enough for the neighbors to hear. 

He stayed inside you as you both came down from your shared high, gingerly flipping you over so he laid on his back with you on his chest. He kissed the top of your head, fingers fluttering up and down your sides. 

“What’s on your mind now, Frankie?” You looked up at him through your lashes, mildly terrified of the answer.

He looked down at you with the most adoration you’d ever seen, lifting your chin so your eyes met his in the moonlight. “That wasn’t too soon, was it? You mean so much to me and to Mary. I don’t wanna mess this up. I don’t ever wanna hurt you. You’re the best thing in my life besides Mary, you know that?”

You kissed his chest before looking back up at him, smiling. “First of all, I would argue that wasn’t soon enough.” He hissed as you clenched around his still softening cock inside you.

“You’re evil.”

Winking at him, you continued tracing patterns on his chest with your fingers. “Second, that all kinda sounds like you might be in love with me, Frank Adler.”

His hands stopped moving for a second before he responded. “Would you run away if I said I am?”

“Well, I wouldn’t run away. This is my house.” You thought your heart might explode in your chest.

“I didn’t even say it, but I take it back,” he huffed, throwing his arm over his eyes.

“What if I told you I felt the same way?”

He grinned, sitting up to kiss you feverishly on your cheeks, the tip of your nose, and finally your lips. You could feel him starting to harden again inside you, leading to round two of… well, you lost count.

You ate breakfast and showered together in time for Frank to return home before Mary did, agreeing to talk more later and to hold out on Roberta for a while.

Frank stood on your doorstep, leaning in to kiss you once more. All of a sudden, you heard a familiar meow and thanked God you were dressed and not in your robe.

“Frank, what are you doing here? I thought I’d come see Y/N since I’m not supposed to come home until noon.”

You bit your tongue to keep from cackling. Frank ran a hand over his face, his blissful bubble burst. He was getting you a hotel room next weekend.

[cloverrover]

Hello🤗

I saw that you open the request.

I thought maybe if it's okay to ask for a simu liu and reader. they are really good friends, she supported him in everything, always by his side if they went to Disneyland or while filming, calm him down befor the met gala. Like they are really close and everyone know they love each other and one day finally someone make a move.

Thank you and I just want to say that I enjoy reading your stories❤❤

AN: Hi yes!! So I've only ever been to Universal & Disney World so I'm going to use that instead. With a splash of angst pls don't kill me lol

Warnings: In this universe reader works at WEC in Ocala, FL. Also cursing? maybe that shouldn't be a warning at this point lol

WC: 894

“No. You heard me the first time Simu I cannot drop everything just because you wanna go to Disney World.”

“Please, you’ve done it before though.”

“No. What I did was take some of the PTO that’s been saving up and my assistant took over the events for the week.”

Sighing into the phone, you want to be frustrated with him, but deep down you know you couldn’t even if you tried.

“Simu I really want to go, lord knows I could use a break, but we have four Grand Prix’s that week and you’re asking me this literally two weeks before hand.”

“God fine I get it you don’t want to help support and promote-”

“Can you even hear yourself right now?! That’s definitely NOT what I said and you know very damn well I will always support and help promote with you. That’s not fair for you to throw words in my mouth like that. You know we have different careers. This comes with it. Best friends or not.”

For a while all you can hear is silence from his end of the phone. You know he’s been stressed and annoyed lately at the lack of promotion, but the two of you had been friends since college. And while you were more than happy to see his career finally take off, you didn’t get to see your best friend as much.

“I know I’m sorry. Things have just been insane lately and I’m taking it out on you that’s not cool. Look how about instead of a day trip I can take you out to lunch?”

“Yeah. I think I can manage that. Let me look at the calendar with Mira and I’ll text you days that work?”

“Looking forward to it babes.”

Smiling to yourself and hanging up the call, you nod at your assistant, letting her know she has the ok to look at when you can spare a lunch with him.

*-*-*

Two weeks later sees you gearing up for the Grand Prix’s on the schedule. You had texted Simu after the call saying you could do lunch the day before the competition started, but he told you something had come up with the filming schedule for his new project and he was in meetings all day; the day before your supposed lunch. Bummed out, you get to work in the arenas helping the course designers and setting up the VIP areas.

While setting up, Mira had taken it upon herself to set up another part of the show, though it was something you were unaware of. Eventually your competitions for the week started and you were halfway through, watching the gym drag the arena, when all the sudden the lights went out.

Stunned at the lack of startled nosies from a suspicious lack of horses, you call Mira on the walkie asking ‘what the actual fuck is happening.’

Before you know it, there’s a spotlight in the corner of the arena you’re at, with one stunning looking Simu underneath it. Surprised, and having the breath knocked out, all you can do is watch.

“Y/N, I know we’ve had our differences, arguments, moments, and everything else, HOWEVER, I’ve known since college you were the one for me.”

He tells you this once he’s closer, so he’s not shouting at the crowd that’s gathered to watch.

“And honestly it’s because you’re the only one, outside of my family, that will put me back in my place without a thought that made me realize it.”

Nearly crying at what he was insinuating, you hug him tighter than you’ve hugged anyone.

“I hope this is your way of saying sorry.”

Laughing, he leans down to slant his lips over yours. You wouldn’t lie and say you hadn’t thought about kissing him, but you knew the type of life he lived and refused to risk your friendship for a ‘what if?’ But you kiss him back with equally as much passion. His tongue forcing its’ way in, not that you’d stop him even if you wanted to.

Before you know it, your pulling back only due to the lack of air in your lungs.

“How the fuck did yo-”

“Mira helped me. She also got the OK from your bosses that I’m allowed to interrupt like this.”

“So that’s why she’s been so shifty the last two weeks.”

Nodding, he kisses you again, softer and slower than the first. Putting all his emotion into it.

“I know what you think about what my career entails, but I want to try. Even if it means risking our friendship because I don’t know who else I’d rather be with. Plus you’re amazing as a person, and as my best friend. You get shit done and know how to. But to officially have things stated, I want you to know that I love you. Plus Disney World is for losers. Everyone knows it's WEC to be at.”

While only slightly unexpected, you’re partially glad you didn’t have to make the first move. You didn’t even know if you would have made the first move. But now all you could think about was how happy you were that, despite everything, he came into your world to tell you how he felt. You got to see your best friend before things got even crazier after the release of Shang-Chi. And you knew then and there you wouldn’t want anything else.

[merrysithmas]

Obviously the Falcon show should've shown Bucky coming terms with the fact that he should write his OWN name in his book of victims.

It should have been made visually clear by the end of the series that he doesnt have to apologize for heinous crimes committed by Hydra hijacking his body and obliterating his bodily autonomy to incomprehensible levels, easentially using him like a criminal pump n dump. Every new assignment, new agonizing training, new puppetry, another violent rape of his body and mind.

Bucky is not at all even akin to say Tony Stark, who suffered immense guilt during the entire Infinity Saga regarding his former life as a weapons dealer. Tony's (valid) guilt resulted in a compulsive desire to protect the earth, ultimately ending in his voluntary death. Tony is time and again shown as a tortured hero despite his initial complacency in his morally bereft actions. Bucky gets no such luck- even though Bucky, in his former life, committed no such atrocities and in fact was likely one of the most heroic pre-superhero normals in the MCU.

Bucky was a well-liked, smart, athletic, happy boy who cast aside any manner of social expectation to throw in his lot, time, and energy, again and again, with chronically ill, disabled, social menace Steve Rogers. Bucky canonically nursed Steve's injuries, was his stalwart companion through all life's difficulties (his illnesses, his mother's death, Steve's psychological inferiority complex and mental anguish resulting from his social standing) and the Crash, and mostly importantly, Bucky did not want to go to war.

He was drafted (something that seemingly would have been key to bring up in Falcon re: his lifetime as an unwilling soldier). And, emotionally, Bucky ardently tried to dissuade Steve from joining the army, for fear he'd lose him. Despite not wanting to fight and being tortured, Bucky stayed in the military post-rescue from Azzano because he could not fathom leaving Steve. He planted his feet in a burning building shouting "No! not without you!" refusing to leave without Steve even after his rescue from months of torture. Til the end of the line, regardless of what happened to him.

For the next three entire films we see the frankly epic level of value Steve places on Bucky's devoted companionship. How desperately Steve valued Bucky's goodness and innocence (even above his own life, reputation, and safety).

Bucky doesn't have to cross out names he feels guilty about as if atoning for his own sins - and while the thought behind this narrative choice may have been to depict some semblance of retribution, this notion would have been much better expressed in another way. Such as: members of the public or others who were vicitmized in some horrible manner (domestic abuse, sexual abuse, scapegoats, other victims of Hydra etc) coming to Bucky instead to comfort him, welcoming him into a group designed to alieviate this solitary mental burden, or at least comiserate in some manner. Showing him he was not alone and who, exactly, he could be fighting for should he ever choose to fight again. The voiceless and disregarded, who only have Bucky who understands.

Also (though it seems to have engendered some faction of fandom vitriol), the removal of Bucky's arm during battle deserves consideration. This visual act was obviously narratively intended to show the unmatched prowess of the Dora Milaje and the justifiable premeditated cautiousness of Wakanda re: the generous rehabilitation of a dangerous mass weapon.

Though, it has the double-edged effect of showing how Bucky is still not an agent of his own bodily autonomy. His mental and physical freedom, his very ability to do his job and make his own choices therein, is still under the jurisdiction of someone else. His disability is his opposition's advantage (whether well-intentioned or not). Essentially, he is mistrusted. And it doesn't matter how much therapy he goes to, how much he atones for his "sins", his mind is still considered not to be fully and truly his. This is one of the most injurious of all things Bucky suffers - even those who rehabilitate him doubt the complete success of his healing. Therefore, his entire arc in the series is at best questionable simply with that alone.

His entire arc should clearly have been reframed to display his victimhood, and how the fact that he is mistrusted is also another burden and misfortune that he can work through and call others out for, instead of absorbing the guilt for that too.

Falcon does a poor job of showing how this "Bucky can't be trusted" mindset is highly injurious to his status as a victim, while mostly asserting it is a byproduct of his (alleged) villainy. It does not separate "alleged villainy" and "propensity for villainous actions as result of the abuse his suffered for 70 years". Instead of clarification on this for the viewers and Bucky himself we are, among other things, posed with the question - is the Winter Soldier still in Bucky?

Right there, you know the show was not intended to show much closure for the character, but rather wring-out, refresh, and even retroactively assert his alleged villainy over his victimhood in anticipation of perhaps his own solo series (where the Soldat is reactivated). Yet, we are also oddly simutaneously expected to accept that Bucky is "healing" somehow, although we never witness anything truly happen him, internally, to suggest this.

Bucky plays an almost angry motherly role to Sam at the start of the series, initially chastising him for not accepting responsibility. Bucky sees himself as the protector of Steve's legacy, and is disappointed in Sam's (later he learns, complicated) reluctance to wield the shield.

In the end, Bucky is approving of Sam and proud of his rise to the Cpt America mantle in that same manner - bookended with approval from a distance where he almost, again, stands off to the side as a proud mother. He seems to see himself as a mentor in Sam's journey towards self-actualization. Why is he so happy Sam has become the hero he always was inside?

His newfound friendship and respect for Sam as his own hero, of course. However, it is also his love of Steve which is the next obvious answer, his deep pride in who Steve was and what he accomplished, but this is inferred and never said - thus taking away again, from an oppotunity for Bucky's emotional growth and healing. The writers didn't even know where Steve was (or if Bucky knows his whereabouts) but they could have indicated something to that effect.

Once Sam has embraced Cap, the series ends. However, despite the jubilant setting of the finale, Bucky is still narrartively unmoored. We are left with the image of him lighthearted and hopeful, but without much substance towards its sustainability and so there is not much satisfaction in it despite the sweetness of its visual impact. But its depth? We are unsure. This is because Sam's ultimate advice to him, that he "serve" others rather than enact vengeance, strips away another truth about Bucky's situation.

That Bucky's desire for retribution and vengeance against those that abused and tormented him is valid and a real victim response. Bucky's perspective is seen as "wrong" instead of a well-documented step stone on the path to solid mental survivorship. Bucky could eventually want to serve -- but serve who?

Again, obviously the answer is: other victims like himself. But the show won't call him a victim at all, and thus Sam's advice feels hollow (serve... the vague and faceless Greater Good?) and Bucky's emotional security at the end of the show feels as if it lacks substance and permanance for the audience.

The payoff for Bucky's healing is almost nonexistent because no one will ever say why he was hurt in the first place (a victim).

Could go on and on about how this is because of Disney's terror of Bucky's perceived compromised masculinity (victimhood, captured, mentally damaged in WWII and present day), visual femininity (hair, slapped by men for insubordination, physically touched and moved against his will, soft spokeness, powerlessness in the narrarive), queer subtext (Steve, his origin as Arnold Roth Steve's gay jewish best friend, perceived jealousy of Peggy, intense affection for Steve), his juxtaposition to Steve and role in Steve's narrative, and their desire to wipe his slate clean with a new Masc Bucky.

Hint: it doesn't work.

[falconcoast]

may i request pillow fights w/ childe for the 900 event? i love how you write him ~mitya♥

request here!

childe + pillow fights

the pillow fort that you and childe and both currently sitting under is quite cozy. there are fluffy blankets over the two of you, and stuffed animals tucked into the corners of the fort. a tray of snacks and sweets lay in front of you. a disney movie plays, showing an array of colors and sparkles.

the comfiness of it all relaxes you, making your head lean against childe’s shoulder. your eyes feel heavy all of a sudden, and you hold the plushie in your hands a little bit tighter. before long, you’re nodding off, until—

smack!

“what the fuck, childe?” you whisper softly, flicking his shoulder. “i was going to sleep.”

“and we still have three more disney movies to go,” he replies, pointing to the film on the TV. “you’re not allowed to to sleep just yet. also, it’s only nine.”

you take the pillow he threw at you, and lightly throw it back to him. it ends up hitting almost hitting his face, until he catches it with one hand. the look in his eyes is dangerous, and you immediately play defense. standing, you crack your knuckles and watch as your boyfriend does the same.

whipping a pillow from the side, you immediately smack it on his head. he, in turn, whacks the pillow you threw back a him on your stomach. you return it, hitting it on his shoulder. “don’t make this a competition; you know that i’ll win, childe!” you shout while chucking another cushion back on his face.

“bold words from someone—” he says, before being promptly shut up with a bright blue pillow to the face.

a flurry of pillows volley back as you and your boyfriend wildly swing your arms. gradually, you both start laughing at one another as both your throws get weaker and and weaker.

eventually, you chuck a pillow into childe’s torso, making him stumble slightly. he falls to the ground like he’s fainting, arm across his forehead. “oh no, you’ve won, y/n!” he exclaims dramatically.

rolling your eyes, you get on top of him, sticking out your tongue. “that’s what you get for interrupting my sleep, you big, mean, jerk!” you reply, jabbing a finger to his chest.

“okay, okay!” he whines back, crossing his arms. he sits up, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his head into your neck. “i’ll never, ever interrupt your sleep again, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pecking a small kiss to your neck.

“good,” you sighed. taking his head in your hands, you kissed him gently. childe reciprocates, and you can feel the smile that comes across his mouth. even though he can be slightly annoying, you can’t help but melt into his touch. when you pull away, you place a hand on his cheek. “i love you, but you’re the worst, you know?”

one leaves your waist, only to be met again with a pillow to your face. gasping, as you remove the cushion off your face, you’re met with the grinning expression of childe.

“i know, babe,” he answers, before smacking it against your face again.

[let-them-read-fics]

I’ve Got You

Requested by Anon: “Could I request a jennie scenario where her girlfriend is scared of water / swimming and jen calms her down like reader did in your ‘safe with me’ work?”

Pairing: Jennie x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~ 3,626

Warnings / Misc. -- Some Angst, PTSD / Flashbacks, Anxiety, Crying, Fluff, Happy Ending

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: To the anon who requested this: thank you so much! I wrote it all in one go (at like 3am, mind you), and I had a blast with it. I took it a little more on the angsty side, but I really hope you guys enjoy it. Happy reading, let me know what you think!

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Waking up in Jennie’s arms has always been a lovely thing, but something about this time seemed even more perfect than usual. Early morning sunlight glittered into the room, creating an almost dream-like haze, and some of the rays landed on her skin. She looked like an angel -- features slightly puffy with sleep, a small pout on her lips. Her head was against your shoulder, and her arms snaked around your waist, anchoring you close to her body. You always loved cuddling in close with her, the two of you keeping each other warm throughout the night.

Stealing a glance at the clock, you realize that the two of you almost overslept; the girls want to meet downstairs at the hotel’s restaurant in an hour. With that notion in mind, you know what you have to do; reluctantly, you gently shake Jennie to wake her up.

“Jennie, baby, we’ve gotta hurry or else we’ll be late.” 

She lets out a groan, her voice a bit gravelly, and ignores your words, opting to pull you in closer instead. 

“5 more minutes.” The words come out as a mumble, barely intelligible, but you grin. Jennie’s always been the type to sleep in when she can, and you can’t blame her; with as hard as she works, it’s completely understandable.

“Alright, but that’s it! We seriously have to get up after that.”

With a gentle nod, she snuggles into your side again, bringing a hand up to rest against your neck.

As your eyes rake over her delicate features, you start to recall the plan that all of you had decided on for the day. With the girls taking a break from practices and rehearsals to shoot a new show for their Youtube channel, you have plenty to do -- today’s agenda called for ziplining and mini golf, to be precise. Given how close you are with all of the girls, it’s no wonder that they were able to sweet talk their managers into letting you tag along for the ride. Of course, you’ll have to wait until they get all of the filming done to join in on their escapades, but regardless, you’re beyond excited to see them having fun.

With the 5 minutes officially over, you hatch a plan on the best way to wake Jennie up again. You start by gently rolling her onto her back, and proceed to pepper feather-light kisses all across her face. Soon, you feel her stir underneath you, her eyes fluttering open in the cutest way possible. Perhaps in an alternate universe, she worked as a Disney princess instead of an idol; she’s definitely qualified to be one.

“Hey cutie,” she says, voice laced with remnants of sleep, and pulls you in for a quick kiss. One of your arms is around her waist, with the other one propping you up so that you can look down into her eyes. 

“C’mon beautiful, let’s go.” 

Once she’s had a chance to rub her eyes and get adjusted to the light, you scoop her up in your arms and carry her to the bathroom. 

“Oh no, looks like we’ll have to shower together if we wanna make it on time…” Her eyes exude mischief as the words fall from her lips, and you play along. 

“What a shame.” 

She kisses you again, smiling widely against your lips, and the two of you start getting ready.

~~~~~~~  

“There you guys are! It sure took you long enough.” 

Both Jennie and yourself have to bite back your smiles. After a quick apology, the girls are already busy talking about what the day has in store.

“I know we’ll probably be tired after filming, but maybe once we get back here we can go down to the pool to unwind? I saw the spa, too; it looked really nice.” At Rosé’s innocent suggestion, you soon find your heart beginning to palpitate. Anything but that, you think to yourself, your mind already beginning to betray you with intrusive thoughts. 

You can’t blame her for proposing the idea -- after all, it’s a beautiful day outside, and the weather is perfect for swimming. But the problem lies deeper: you’ve never told any of them -- including Jennie -- about your fear of the water (swimming, to be exact). Even thinking of it makes you sick to your stomach, and you suddenly feel a bit overwhelmed. 

“I’m gonna run to the restroom, okay? Be right back.” 

As you stand, Jennie asks if you want her to tag along -- had she noticed your uneasiness? With a quick squeeze to her hand, you assure her that you’ll be fine, and you begin your walk. 

Once in the safety of the bathroom, you take a deep breath to steady yourself as your hands grip the marble surface of the countertop. Memories of that fateful summer day come flooding in, and you’re unable to push them away any longer.

It was a gorgeous day, the sun high up in the sky, shedding its heat down on everything below. Your family had decided to spend the day outside, grilling and swimming, the usual summer traditions that you held every year.

Delicious smells carried over from the food being cooked by your father, and you shouted praise to him from across the yard.

“Smells good, pops!” 

He yelled a thank you back, and your brother got your attention from his place beside you. 

“Wanna race in the pool?”

“You’re on, loser, but don’t cry when I beat you!” You throw him a smug look, and laugh when he shoves you.

“Yeah yeah, you’re going down!” He exclaims as he darts past you, getting a head start to the pool.

“Not fair!” You run after him and jump in, ready to wrestle him and make things even.

The water is cool against your skin, working in perfect contrast with the beams of sun shining down. You’re faced with a rude awakening, however, as you come back up to the surface: your brother is waiting on you, and he pounces. 

In the beginning, the wrestling match is quite fun; the two of you can’t contain your laughter as you push each other around, splashing water at one another. In no time, though, things take a tragic turn; with one particularly hard shove, you’re sent under, falling down the slope of the pool and towards the deep end. The slippery surface of the liner underneath your feet offers no grip, and soon you find yourself struggling for even a breath of air. 

Panic begins to spread throughout your body as you feel yourself losing control; oblivious to the gravity of the situation, your brother is still giggling -- he has no idea what’s actually happening. With each urgent thrash, you’re sent a little further away, out of reach of your brother. 

Shortly after he realizes you aren’t messing around, he attempts to help you. Seeing as how he’s only a couple years older and just a few inches taller than you, he’d also be struggling in the deep end. He soon discovers this fact as he reaches for you, only to almost go under himself. He knows he has to think fast and reassess his plan of action, so he jumps out of the pool and runs further down, closer to where you are. 

“Mom! Dad! Help,” he yells out, searching for something to throw to you. He spots a floatie nearby, and tosses it into the water near you. Unsure of if you can even really make out what he’s saying, he still tells you to grab it.

In a flash, your mother and father are next to him, terrified of the sight before them. Without hesitation, your father jumps in, successfully managing to grab your now limp body and pull you out of the water.

Your breathing is shallow, and your family begins to fear the worst. They shake your limbs in an attempt to wake you, but it doesn’t help. Your mother begins compressions, suddenly very thankful that she took those classes in the past, and your brother and father rush inside to call for help.

Despite it taking a few minutes, her actions are successful, and you come to. With a sputtering heave, you lean to side and cough up all of the water that had made its way into your lungs. Your mother pats your back and huddles next to you, tears streaming down her face. When the others return, they hurry to wrap you in their arms and embrace you. A few minutes pass as you all sit together, everyone happy that you’re alright. 

Being the person that you are, you decide to use humor to deflect and cope with the insanity that just went down. “Welp… that was something. Let’s pretend I won that match, okay?” You suggest, looking at your brother with a trace of a smile playing on your lips. He shakes his head at you, confused at how you’re already joking about it, but he laughs nonetheless. “No way!”

As the memories begin to leave your mind, you attempt to get a grip on yourself; surely you had been away for a bit, and Jennie would likely be coming by to check on you any second now. Grabbing a paper towel from the dispenser, you wet the edge of it, and wipe the sweat that’s formed on your forehead and neck. 

After drying yourself off and calming down, you exit the restroom and make your way back to the table. Jennie sends you a relieved look, as if to say, Thank God, I was worried. You manage to send her a fairly convincing smile, and she seems to accept it. Once seated again, she takes your hand into her own, rubbing her thumb in random patterns over your skin. You relax at the contact, and soon join back in with the conversation. 

~~~~~~~

“Today was so much fun! Remember when they dropped Jisoo in super fast? That was hilarious!” Lisa and Rosé cackle at the thought, whooping loudly with laughter. Jisoo proceeds to smack them on the arm in response, saying, “Oh yeah? Well at least I could actually get a hole-in-one when we golfed; Lisa missed the ball completely!” The maknae glares at the other girl for flaming her like that, but soon they’re all trading playful insults and goofing around.

You hung back a few paces, allowing them to have their fun while your mind drifted back to what would surely happen later that evening. As much as you hated keeping something as big as that from them, you were a bit embarrassed. Out of everything there is to fear in the world, yours is water? On top of that, you didn’t want to let them down or spoil their fun; they’d been looking forward to this little trip for awhile, and you didn’t want to keep them from swimming and having a good time. Completely lost in all of the negative thoughts vying for your attention, you failed to notice Jennie approach you. She had picked up on the scowl that fell across your features, your brows furrowed and lips drawn tight in a line. It was clear that something was troubling you, so she went to investigate. 

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Her words come out softly, a gentle request for you to share what’s troubling you. When you stay silent for a bit longer than she likes, she stops walking, and you subconsciously do the same. 

Releasing a sigh, your eyes cast away from hers, you respond, “It’s nothing, baby. I promise.”

For a moment, it seems like she’ll give in and accept your answer -- which, of course, is the one thing you desperately want. Knowing you better than that, though, she can see right through you; still, she decides to spare you this time. “I don’t believe that, jagi, but I’ll wait for you to tell me about it whenever you’re comfortable.”

“Thank you, Jennie. I will.” You wrap an arm around her, and she settles against your side as the two of you make your way through the hotel lobby. 

~~~~~~~

This was a mistake in every sense of the word. Why didn’t you just stay in the room and let Jennie come down with the girls? They all wanted you there, but surely you could’ve at least tried to talk your way out of it. 

The 5 of you scour the area surrounding the large pool, searching for a table and some chairs to recline in. Eventually, you see one in the distance, and lead the way there. With each new step towards your destination, the fear within you grows a little larger, and you wonder how hard it’ll be to keep pretending like you’re fine.

Once everyone has set their things down, they take their shoes off and begin to pull their hair up. You opt to sit down on one of the chairs and lay back, attempting to calm your nerves. 

“You’re not coming in, Y/N?” Jisoo asks, her head tilted to the side.

You retrieve a book from the bag you brought down and hold it up, saying, “I’ll just hang here and get caught up with some reading. You guys go ahead.” 

Jennie looks to you, but you simply open the book and pretend to be invested in the pages. Telling her about your fear is definitely not an option, especially at the current moment; if you do, you run the risk of throwing yourself into a panic attack. It’s all you can do to seem calm and collected right now, and you can’t afford to blow your cover like that.

She trails after the girls, albeit a bit dejectedly, and you release a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. Now able to take a moment for yourself, you look around: the evening is just as spectacular as the day had been before it, the deep colors of the imminent sunset lighting up the sky with their gorgeous patterns. Sunsets have always been one of your favorite things, so you take some time to enjoy the sight. 

Jennie steals glances at you from her spot in the pool, making sure to keep an eye on you. It isn’t hard to see that something’s bugging you, but she knows not to push you to open up; she’s always willing to wait for you. A smile tugs on her lips when she sees your face brighten as you look at the sky, and she wishes whatever’s plaguing your mind would just go away. You deserve to be happy like this, a smile on your sweet face, right where it belongs. She wishes she could take away all of your struggles. 

After a while, you’re now -- ironically -- invested in your book. The sound of Rosé calling for you draws your attention to the pool again, and you meet her eyes. “Y/N, my hair tie snapped. Do you mind bringing me one from my bag?” 

Your breath hitches; you weren’t prepared for that one. With a gulp, you nod to her and attempt to send her a smile. It’s not like you could just say no. Your fingers shake slightly as you rummage through her bag in search of one of the bands, and you work to center yourself again. You can do this. 

As you near the edge of the pool, your legs feel heavy, every step seemingly harder than the last. A strange sensation of numbness takes over your fingers -- something that almost always happens when you get this nervous -- and you subtly shake them to gain feeling again. “Here you go.” You manage to make the words sound cheery despite the inner battle you’re fighting. 

“Thank you, love.” At her reply, you return from the crouched position you had been in when reaching it to her, and you think you’re home-free. About three steps later, as you’re walking back to your seat, everything changes.

“Go long!” Another hotel guest shouts from your left.

Before you can realize what’s happening and get out of the way, a body collides with yours, sending you into the pool. It all happens within an instant, and you don’t even have time to hold your breath for the impact. You hit the water with a splash, liquid already shooting up your nostrils.

Your mind is reeling with memories of that day, sending you into a series of flashbacks as you scramble to get to the surface. Strangely, you feel just like you had that day: the panicky feeling seeping in with no signs of stopping, your lungs burning as they plead for air, the feeling of your limbs thrashing hopelessly at the water. 

Before long, two arms wrap around your waist, pulling you towards the surface and side of the pool. You’d know those arms anywhere: they’re Jennie’s. She pats your back -- just as your mom had all those years ago -- and helps you cough out the water. Thankfully you hadn’t been under long, but it was still terrifying either way. The girls all trade scared looks as they do their best to comfort you and make you feel safe. Jennie can sense that you’re majorly overwhelmed, so she decides to take you somewhere that you can be alone and recover. 

Once out of the pool, she quickly wraps a towel around your trembling body and leads you into the hotel lobby, sitting you down on a secluded couch that’s tucked away from everyone’s view. You eek out a quiet thank you, even in the state you’re in, needing to let her know how much you appreciate her help. She sits down beside you, settling into the comforter, and pulls you up against her chest. Soft, soothing circles are rubbed against your back, her other arm keeping your body snug against hers. 

“It’s all gonna be okay, jagi. I’m here, you’re safe. I’ve got you, I promise.” Her lips are beside your ear -- she knows how distant things can sound to you when you’re having an attack. The hand on your back stops its motions; she brings it up your cheek, rubbing the skin there as you lay your head on her shoulder. Her lips press sweet, gentle kisses against your shoulder, and she thanks the universe when she feels you relax some. “I love you, Y/N. I’m not going anywhere.” Those words bring tears to your eyes, and some of them spill onto her arm; as she feels them, she almost starts crying with you. Seeing you upset like this always makes her emotional, but she does her best to stay strong for you.

“I’m sorry, Jennie.” Sobs rack your body, causing parts of the sentence to come out louder than others. 

“For what, baby?” She pulls back enough to look into your eyes, her hand still on your cheek, moving slowly. 

“That I didn’t tell you about what’s bothering me. I’m afraid of swimming; I had a traumatic experience with it in the past.”

“Oh, baby. It’s okay, you don’t have to be sorry. Do you want to tell me about it now?” Her words are so understanding and kind that you curse yourself for not telling her sooner. You simply nod in affirmation, and begin to relay the story. The entire time, her eyes never leave you, and she holds you close. Anytime a particularly hard detail for you to describe comes up, she strokes your hair and tells you to take as much time as you need. There’s no rush, and she makes sure you understand that.

Eventually, once you’re feeling loads better and are fully calmed down, you meet her gaze again. “Thank you for everything. I love you so much; I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you. You knew just what to do.” She smiles that earth-shattering smile of hers again, and if your heart wasn’t so tired from the time it just had, you know it would’ve skipped a beat. “That’s my job, baby.” Her eyes fall to your lips, in her unspoken request to kiss you. You grin, pulling her in closer, and connect your lips. She tastes like cherries and everything else that’s good in this world, and you revel in the fact that you’ll be the one kissing those lips for the rest of your life. The two of you part, both a little breathless as always, and you rest your foreheads together. “Let’s go see the girls.”

~~~~~~~

After many hugs, tears, and one long story later, all of you are in Lisa’s hotel room. The girls understood your fear and didn’t think any less of you at all; they wished, though, that you had told them sooner. They all want the best for you, and to see you happy, no matter what. Everyone is glad to see you doing better, and the mood is substantially brighter than it had been before. 

“Did Lisa tell you that she beat that guy up for bumping into you?” Rosé asks, a smile on her face.

Lisa’s expression shifts into anger at the mere thought of him, and she says, “He deserved it, I’m not gonna let anyone get away with that.” She shrugs her shoulders, and all of you laugh at the fact that she actually roughed him up a bit.

“Can’t argue with that,” Jisoo says patting your back tenderly and sending you a smile.

“And she’ll do it again, BOP BOP!” Lisa says, causing everyone to burst out laughing. Jennie rolls her eyes at the other girl and buries her face in your shoulder, seeking shelter from the cringe. 

“I love you guys.”

“We love you, too, Y/N.” They all say in unison… at least, as close as they can get to it.

Thanks for reading!!!

[bookishofalder]

hi! i just recently found ur account and love it💞💞 can i request adam driver x reader and they are dating. reader is a bit younger and he gets jealous over one of her guy friends bc he thinks she deserves someone younger than him. & it ends super fluffy :)

@avengxrs423​

Yay, my first request! Thank you so much for the kind words. This was fun to write, I hope you enjoy!

Doubts

Pairing- Adam Driver X FemReader

Summary: Adam has always been aware of the age gap he has with his fiance. He tries to move past it, but a chance meeting with your famous old friend brings the worry crashing back.

Warnings: Language, insecurity, mild smut, paparazzi. WC-2,700

“Mr. Driver, over here! Miss (Y/L/N), this way!” Adam followed you out of the car, thanking the driver, his eyes on you as the crowd of reporters and paparazzi lined either side of the walkway into the restaurant. It was always these sorts of outings, where the press knew he’d be in attendance to a new hot spot, that made him nervous. Wary of how easily you could be accosted, even injured. He was nothing if not protective of you.

Standing closely next to you, Adam places his hand on your lower back, joining you in smiling around for the cameras as you slowly moved forward. His security team had the doors open ahead of you, mere steps away.

“Have you set a date for the wedding yet?”

“Let’s see the ring again, Miss. (Y/L/N)!”

“Mr. Driver, what do you have to say to fans who find the age gap between you to be too much?”

Adam worked actively not to react to the last question, his body tensing. When he looked down at you, he found you were already watching him, the glamorous smile still dazzling everyone, but he read the caution in your eyes. When you were both through the doors and they shut behind you, he began to breathe a little more freely, casting the reporter's rude question out of his mind.

He was taking you on a date and wanted to make sure the evening was special. His publicist had set it up, as this new restaurant was the current ‘place to be and be seen’ in New York City. While Adam could care less, he knew fans everywhere were chomping at the bit to see more of him and you together, in New York especially.

The makeup artist who won the movie star’s heart. It was a major headline when you first started dating publicly, which made you both laugh as Adam had to work to convince you he was interested, in the beginning. Newly engaged now, Adam could see the romance of it, could understand why fans enjoyed the story. But he hated, absolutely despised, how every damn article made sure to mention, directly or not, the age gap between the two of you.

He had had no intention of falling in love with anyone he worked with, he hadn’t been actively seeking-but you had shown up one day one and after one brief conversation, he was smitten. His feelings only grew over the two years you worked together, but he had hesitated greatly in acting on them, solely because you were 10 years younger than him.

When you finally got together, he felt like the luckiest man, that you would love him back, age be damned. You were cautious at first, eventually believing he genuinely wanted to be with you, not just have a fling. He had waited four months into the relationship to make it public (which was no easy feat, but you were supportive through all of it), and of course, the articles started on pointing it out straight away, some going as far as to point out where you were when he was enlisted in the Marines, or graduating Juilliard.

You told him it didn’t matter, repeatedly. And never got mad at him for fixating when a particularly brutal article was released. He had felt guilty many times that you had to comfort and reassure him so consistently, yet it made him love you even harder. And life went on, happily, your relationship solid.

When news broke that he had proposed, the articles started up with renewed fervour. He had been trying to hide from you just how much this upset him, how the doubt was creeping back into his mind...

Tonight was meant to be a sophisticated, romantic evening that served the double purpose of getting Adam press coverage before heading back to L.A. As you were shown to your table by the excited owner, Adam watched you chatting away with her, complimenting their design and success. You wore a beautiful hunter green dress made of satin, it fell to just above your knees and complimented your glowing skin perfectly. He was enraptured by you, whether your wore sweatpants, a dress-and especially when you wore nothing. Green was his favourite colour on you.

At the table reserved for the two of you, Adam helped you take your seat, his hand brushing gently against your hair, before taking his own. Annie and the waiter who had appeared handed you the course descriptions, before asking if you had any dietary needs. “Thank you so much, Annie-honestly just tell the chef we’re game for anything!” You said, grinning. Annie winked before setting off to the kitchen.

Adam nodded politely at the waiter, who took their drink orders, before sweeping away, finally giving him time to study you. “How do you like it?” He gestured around them, at the dark lit, moody and stylish venue. It was busy, filled mainly with notable celebrities, though he hadn’t seen anyone he’d met before. He hoped you liked it, not being one for going out to fancy dinners-you were a homebody, preferring to curl up with a good book.

“Adam, this is great! We haven’t been to a dinner like this in forever, and did you hear what Annie said?” You gushed, beaming, and Adam felt his worries washing away, “13 courses! 13! You’re going to have to carry me out of here, babe.”

“I’m fine with that,” He replied, enjoying the flush that spread across your cheeks. “But let’s be honest, you’re going to end up giving me half your food, pretty girl, you always do.”

You pouted, “I’m making a renewed effort tonight, just wait.”

Adam laughed, and the two of you settled in, the conversation flowing as you discussed the upcoming film Adam was starring in, of which you were working as his artist. The food was, as expected, incredible. Adam loved how you took a photo of each plate, even though neither of you had social media accounts. You still took photos of all the food you ate, just for the fun of it, or as you told him ‘simply to document our adventures!’.

It was around the ninth course that the evening took a turn.

A commotion at the doors captured the attention of some of the patrons. Adam glanced up, but from where your table was, he couldn’t see much. The paparazzi outside were shouting too loudly to decipher what they were saying, so it wasn’t until Adam saw your friend walk in, his brother and friend in tow, that he knew his mood was about to shift.

Tom Holland was one of the first celebrities you had worked with when you started working in L.A. And he’d always kept in touch, even when his own fame skyrocketed and before you were public with Adam. And actually, Adam did like the kid-he was beyond well mannered and genuine, and from the stories you had told, a very considerate friend. Tom’s glowing recommendation of your work was part of the reason Disney had hired you on for the Star Wars films, which was how Adam had met you.

Really, Adam had no reason not to love Tom Holland and be happy to see him arrive with his brother Harry and friend Harrison. It was just the minor, ridiculous concern Adam had that, being close in age, you and Tom were more much suited for one another. A concern that had poisoned his mind for your entire relationship.

Seeing his eyes over your shoulder, you turned to look where Adam had been and exclaimed in delight when you saw your friend. Adam quickly arranged his features to match yours, nerves shooting through him. Tom spotted you when you stood, in all your dazzling beauty, and grinned before making a beeline towards your table. The owner, Annie, had been leading the men to a nearby table and stood back politely while you all greeted one another.

“(Y/N), love! How are you?” Tom gave you a hug, “And Adam, good to see you mate!” Adam took his offered hand, giving a quick handshake. (Y/N) hugged the other two, chatting amicably.

“Good to see you, Tom-hi Harry, Harrison,” Adam greeted the other two before placing his hand on your lower back. Inwardly, he felt more stable in doing this, but he worried it would look possessive. If you thought so, you made no objection, stepping a little closer to his side while you beamed at your friends.

“I didn’t realize you’d be in New York this week, Tom!” You said, smacking his arm playfully.

Tom held his hands up as if in surrender, “It was completely last minute, just stopping off for two days before we head to L.A.” He glanced between the two of you, “I nearly forgot-congratulations again on the engagement! This is the first time I’ve seen you both in person since!”

Adam smiled, “We really appreciated the gift you sent, Tom-that was too kind.” And it had been quite the gift, in addition to a beautiful and extravagant flower arrangement, Tom had made a personal donation to Adam’s charity, Arts in the Armed Forces, and shared the charity on his social media. They’d had an influx of new donations from his fans and followers.

“Arts in the Armed Forces is incredibly important to Adam and me, Tom-you really knocked that gift out of the park.” (Y/N) agreed, her arm snaking around Adam’s waist with affection.

Tom waved off their thanks good-naturedly, “Well, we’re going to leave you to what looks very delicious-Annie, I’ll have what Adam and (Y/N) are having!” Tom grinned briefly at the owner, “And we’re still on for lunch when you both come to L.A. Next week, yeah?”

After assuring Tom they’d see him soon and bidding their farewells, Adam and you sat back down, diving back into your food. You chatted happily about bumping into Tom, which quickly transitioned into excitement for returning to L.A., as the cold of January in New York City was getting a little old for you both. You loved it here, were all too happy to call it home when your relationship escalated and Adam asked you to live with him. And though you both spent a lot of time away from your New York brownstone, it was always going to be home.

Adam worked to enjoy the rest of the evening, but he’d rather lost his appetite, the food tasteless on his tongue. Because seeing Tom had brought the wave of insecurity crashing back down on Adam, that you were too good for him, too young, that you deserved someone better, to be with someone who smiled more easily and with whom you shared more in common with. He knew you loved him, but his brain kept asking-did you realize what you could have if you broke up?

When you climbed into the car after dinner, having said warm goodbyes to Tom and his party and touring the kitchen with Annie to thank the chef and his team, Adam’s smile dropped. He sat back in his seat, confirming with the driver that he could take them home, before dropping his head against the headrest and closing the divider between the front and back seats.

“Adam?” Your voice cut through the silence after only a few moments, concern evident in your tone.

Adam glanced down at you next to him, softening when he looked into your wide eyes, “Sorry, sweetheart, what’s up?”

You frowned, turning in your seat to face him more directly, “I want you to tell me what’s up, you’ve been in a funny mood half the night-you okay?”

“I’m alright, just tired-that was a lot of food over a long time.” He shrugged, looking away. For a moment, he thought you were going to leave it at that, but he should have known better; one of the reasons he adored you was your commitment to being the most stubborn person in the room. In an instant, you undid your seatbelt and slid from your seat, carefully climbing over him so that you could straddle his lap, all of his attention now on you.

Adam’s hands went to your hips instinctively to hold you steady, as you glared at him, “Babe, I know you’re not saying it, and I don’t want you to feel forced here, but I thought we’d talked about this.” The car hit a minor bump and you sank into his lap, nearly bumping heads, from the force.

He gripped your hips tighter, “We did, I just...I can’t help it, I feel like-like I’m holding you back.” He murmured with his eyes on your stomach, shame flooding through him.

You sighed, not without affection, “Holding me back from what, exactly? You are my everything, Adam, and without you...I can’t even begin to imagine my life without you.”

You slid your hands from his chest to his neck, where they rested gently, thumbs brushing across the lower half of his jaw. Adam closed his eyes briefly, “But if you did imagine it, properly, you might see that someone like Tom-I mean, he’s your age, goes to more parties and events, you’d have more fun-“

Your mouth was on his, cutting off Adam’s words, his mind going blank. The feel of you against him, your lips on his, was more than enough to render him speechless. After a moment, you pulled back, your cheeks flushed and expression serious, “I understand that sometimes, we notice the age gap a little more because the press thinks it’s interesting, but Adam, I need you to understand. I need you to see just how much I do not care about any of that, what they say or think or even about the actual difference in our ages! I never think about it, because it has no effect whatsoever on how fucking madly in love with you I am.” (Y/N) cupped his face in her hands, holding his gaze.

“I-I love you too, so much, pretty girl,” He sighed, his emotions raw, “I just want the best for you, always.”

“You are the best for me, which is why I said yes to marrying you when you got down on one knee, in our apartment, wearing nothing but those ridiculous shorts. It’s why I’d say yes, again and again, Adam. Do you think I like going to parties? That I don’t have fun with you?” Your voice raised slightly in exasperation, while Adam stared at you in wonder; you’d never been so passionate about this before-despite having had the conversation many times, “I have an adventure every single day with you, I love everything about our lives together, and honestly, babe...” Your voice lowered considerably, a soft breathy croon now, “I can’t picture a guy like Tom treating me how you do, knowing exactly what I need from a man, always taking such good care of me.”

She punctuated these words by grinding against him, her eyes darkening in arousal. Adam groaned at the sensation, “Pretty girl, you’re too good for me.”

(Y/N) smiled at Adam, “No, I’m just right for you and you’re just right for me.”

“Damn it, I love you!” He gasped, before sliding one hand from your hip to the back of your neck and pulling you close, his lips on yours before you could reply. You let out a small whimper, melting into him. Your arms circled around his neck, and Adam could feel the intent in your body, the overwhelming need to send him the message that he was yours, and you-you were his.

“I love you, Adam, forever.” You sighed against his lips, deepening the kiss further.

All thoughts that weren’t of (Y/N) kissing him in the back of their town car, soared from Adam’s mind. His new focus on getting you home, so that he could show you just how much he appreciated your patience and understanding. And as you shivered from his touch, his name on your lips, you successfully and unknowingly convinced Adam his doubts were unwarranted, that you loved him endlessly, as he loved you.

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I Can’t Handle You Being Back~Chou Tzuyu x black! fem! reader {2}

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5

Pairing: Tzuyu x reader

Summary: Your first night as a Twice member sought you connecting with the women you once knew as trainees. Well into the night, you bond a bit with your group members, even Tzuyu would it seems doesn’t want much to do with you anymore.

Genre: Angst, Idol-Verse, Romance, Slow Burn, Hurt and Comfort, Best Friends to Lovers

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2, 380

Writer’s Note: There’s interaction with Tzuyu in this chapter! If have any Twice, Blackpink, Red Velvet or Dreamcatcher requests just send me a message and I’ll try to get it done. Hope ya’ll enjoy!

Odd wasn’t the right word; it felt unknown falling back into a groove with them. The only member I kept in contact with was Nayeon and Sana, even then we didn’t talk much. It only went to check ins on how music was going, along with the occasional ‘miss you here in Korea’ or ‘working with this American artist right now.’ 

Being in the dorms feels weird. I’m supposed to be a member now,  I’m fortunate enough to have this opportunity again. (Even if this opportunity will potentially ruin my online presence; the Korean Netizens are still a handful.) That’s the least of my worries right now. Tzuyu’s blank stare continues to jumble up, down, left then right in my mind as I stare up the ceiling of me, Jeongyeon and Momo’s room. How the hell am I supposed to even fall into conversation with her? the rest of them? They were all my competition five years ago and I believed most of them to not like me. Of course it was the reason of being American, but also of being Black; a foreign trainee that quite literally stuck out from the others. From the welcome a few hours ago, they all seemed to remain fond of me (excluding Tzuyu, one that hurts the most). 

“Y/N?” 

I nearly fall from the bed at the presence of the few of my members: Jihyo and Jeongyeon stand in the doorway with huge hoodies and weary smiles aimed at me. 

“Hey guys,” I say with a grin. 

“Hey,” Jihyo says as she sits on the edge of the bed. “We just wanted to check up on you. You’ve been cooped up in here for hours.”  

Jeongyeon crossed her arms as she leans against the wall. 

“Are you OK?” she says. “We know that this is a huge shift for you.”

I nod and sit up to fully face them both. 

“It’s more than I shift,” I explain. “I thought my K-Pop career was over with that Sixteen elimination and--” I pause to keep the image of Tzuyu and Momo’s tear stained faces from their own eliminations; they’re both moments from the program. Just being in their presence again, after so much success and growth they’ve had is nerve wracking.   

Jihyo scoots closer and puts an arm around me. Jeongyeon steps over, kneels down in front of me and takes my hand. 

“Tell us what’s on your mind,” Jeongyeon says. 

“This a safe space,” Jihyo reassures. “We’re here to listen. All of us.”

I nod at her words, yet my mouth can’t help but spill words that should have been left unsaid. 

“What about Tzuyu? She hardly looked at me.” I say. 

Jihyo’s eyes softened; she squeezes me a bit tighter. 

“She’ll come around, trust me,” Jihyo says. 

Jeongyeon nodded sharply. 

“Are you hungry? The managers dropped us off some burgers if you’d like to eat with everyone,” Jeongyeon suggests. 

“Yeah,” Jihyo says. “We can catch up, it’s been so long.”

I agree with a hum, but I don’t attempt to get up when Jeongyeon and Jihyo do. 

“C’mon Y/N, please?” Jeongyeon asks. “You have to eat and we’re teammates now, everyone needs to know how you’re getting through this.”

 “You’re an idol now, Jihyo says. “And more importantly, a member of Twice. No matter how Tzuyu feels about the situation, you’re here and she has to accept that.”

I can’t help but giggle at Jihyo’s sense of authority; a perfect leader for Twice, it’s nice to hear that she sees me as a member, even though I’m still new to this. 

“C’mon can we go?” Jeongyeon groans. “I’m starving.” 

Jihyo rolls her eyes at Jeongyeon playfully before reaching for my hand. 

“Are you ready, Y/N?” 

My smile widens at Jihyo’s easygoing grin as she nudges me with her elbow and flutters her eyes. I take it; she erupts in a quick fit of giddiness and drags me out of my room, downstairs then into the living room where the other girls await. 

“Y/N!” Sana squeals. She shot up towards me, embracing me just as tight as she did eariler.

“Uh, hi Sana!” I say while noticing the Mcdonalds cup in her hand. 

Sana frowns as she sips. 

“You all right?” she asks. “I forgot you’re American and kind of weird about skinship.” 

“It’s ok, it’s just a little jarring,” I admit. “Being back here. You guys got Mcdonalds?” 

Chaeyoung nods, hops off the couch from her seat between Dahyun and Tzuyu to shift in the giant bag of greasy (yet not as much grease as America) goodies. 

“We haven’t really been studying a lot of American culture,” Chaeyoung explains. “But I do know that it’s complicated, especially with you being a Black American. So we opted with something simple, Mcdonalds!” 

“We didn’t really know what you usually ate there, so the managers ordered everything for you!” Nayeon declares as she threw an arm around my shoulders. 

My eyes scan through the various burgers/sandwiches, nugget boxes and an array of shakes; flavors range here in Korea, similar to how it is in other Mcdonalds across the globe. The gesture alone makes my chest warm, tears cling to the edge of my eyes but I stop them. They care; regardless what they thought about me five years ago, they still care about me. 

“Thank you guys, it means a lot,” I say. 

They all utter out a ‘you’re welcome’ in unison; Chaeyoung, Nayeon and Sana huddle toward me, pulling me in a mini group hug. Jihyo, Mina, Momo and Dahyun join soon after, squeezing me a little too tight. 

“C’mon guys, let the woman eat,” Jeongyeon mutters through a few fries as she grabs a six piece nugget for herself. 

As everyone plus away, I catch Tzuyu’s eyes from the couch. An instant but I got it: it wasn’t blank like before, rather wonder prior to her turning her attention back to the green tea shake she was consuming. I want to ask her a question, anything to hear her voice again but Jihyo’s words come back. She’ll accept it, no matter how she feels. I’m not sure how I completely feel about it though. Deep down I care about her feelings, hell she was the first person to build me up as an artist who could break international barriers. Even though they were teenagers then with over zealous dreams, it was nice to have some to dream big with (it meant more to bond with someone from another country and become so close). 

“Y/N?” Jihyo’s question breaks me from my thoughts.  

“Are you still jet lagged or something?” Mina teases as she nibbles on half of a cookie. 

“Huh? No, this is still a lot,” I say. “What was the question?” 

“I was just wondering if you wanted to binge a bunch of Disney movies with us?” Momo says. 

I giggle at how enthusiastic Momo is. 

“Would one of them happen to be Monsters Inc?” I ask.

Momo flushes, plays with her hands and glances down at the floor. 

“Maybe,” she mumbles. “How’d you know?” 

I’m the one that flusters this time: my chest grows hot as I scratch the back of my head. 

“I’ve kept up with you guys,” I say. “You have so many plushies from fansigns and your dog’s named Boo, like the character.” 

“You’ll meet him soon!” Nayeon coos. “He’s so adorable.”   

“You could have reached out more,” Sana says. “We could have invited you on tour and caught up sooner.” 

“Maybe I could have, but you know how weird Jinyoung can get,” I say. “I still can’t believe he granted me this opportunity. Ever since Sixteen I-” 

With my pause this time, all nine of them granting me a look of concern; Jihyo grasps my hand again and gives me a tiny grin.

“Take your time,” she whispers. “We have enough time to catch up.”

The others nod and give their own sympathetic looks, except Tzuyu; she keeps her attention to the ground, face clouded what I cannot assume at all. (A face as blank as it was earlier.) I decide to finish though. It’s like Jihyo said, I’m a part of this team now. 

“After Sixteen, I believed myself not to be talented enough,” I say. “It took me months to get out of my creative slump and write songs again. I guess my talent was there, or maybe I wasn’t at a decent level for JYP or Korea itself to accept a Black woman in K-Pop. I’m not even sure if they’re ready now.”

“They are OK,” Chaeyoung declares. “And if they aren’t, we’ll make them!”

I know Chaeyoung’s being supportive, yet I can’t help but giggle at how her cheeks puff out while she’s chewing on her chicken nugget. She’s so passionate that it’s cute.

“And if not, you aren’t alone Y/N,” Jihyo says as she softly nudges me. 

“Enough about dwelling on the past,” Jeongyeon says. “Let’s start watching some films!” 

“Which film should we start with, Y/N?” Momo asks. 

“Hm? I thought you wanted to start with Monster Inc Momoring?” Mina says. 

Momo shrugs with a growing smile and sunk down in the couch beside Tzuyu. 

“Y/N should choose, it’s all about making her feel comfortable. Right?” she says. 

I give her my best smile while I bite through the Big Mac, which I probably won’t be able to eat for awhile. 

“How’s Lion King sound?”

Everyone utters in agreement: they all grab more food and sweets before hopping to the couch to bunch in while Jihyo grabs the TV’s remote. I glance between the end of the couch, where most of the maknae’s are.This excludes Tzuyu, who’s seated in the middle of the couch, dodging Nayeon’s spoon as she tries to feed the maknae some of her ice cream.

“Y/N! Sit over here!” Sana shouts, solving my dilemma for good as she and Jeongyeon slide away from each other to make room for me in between them.

“Gosh, unnie I said no!” Tzuyu growls. 

I flinch along with Nayeon as Tzuyu rises and stomps up the stairs. 

“Nayeon,” Jihyo warns. “Now I have to go talk to her. Go on and start the movie without me.”    

She follows Tzuyu’s trail as Jeongyeon scolds Nayeon herself. 

“Told you to quiet messing with her,” she says. “Not all of us can take your insistent flirting.” 

Nayeon rolls her eyes. 

“She kept eyeing Sana’s milkshake I thought she wanted some of mine,” she explains. “I know she couldn’t take her eyes off of Y/N’s buns either.” 

Nayeon sends me a wink and I sink down deeper into the chair. 

“Nayeon, please not now,” I groan. 

Jihyo returns just as quickly, her face fixed tight in irritation. 

“She’s not coming back to watch movies with us,” she says. “Let’s just carry on.”

*            *           *

We’re halfway through Monster University, and I keep nodding off every now and then. I get a bit disoriented when Sully popped up, then Nemo--who knows how many films I slept through. 

“She’s so cute,” Sana coos. “She can rest her head on my shoulder if you want to switch unnie.”

Jeongyeon shakes her head as she pats my head and allows me to lay it back on her own shoulder.

“If you’re tired Y/N, you can go back to our room and sleep,” Jeongyeon whispers. “Momo and I won’t bother you, I promise.”

I sit up to stretch, noticing Tzuyu quickly grab something from the fridge and hurry back up the steps. Jihyo pinches the bridge of her nose, then sighs.

“Just let her be,” she says. “I can try talking to her later.”

I should listen to Jihyo, yet my body has a mind of it’s own. I’m on Tzuyu’s heels in an instant, grabbing her wrist in the next.  She freezes; I do the same. 

“T-Tzuyu, please. Can we talk?” I ask. 

Tzuyu turns to me. Her face isn’t blank, but carries a look of exhaustion. 

“How have you been?” I say, trying to start somewhere. 

“I’ve been better,” Tzuyu says as she continues up the steps and toward her bedroom. “You should sleep.” 

“I-I’m not tired.”

Tzuyu gives me an incredulous look. 

“Sana and Jeongyeon unnie are so loud,” she says. “You could barely get through a couple of films.” 

I flush at her words, at least she’s being somewhat emotional with me.

“I know Nayeon can be a bit much, but you could have stayed and watched--”

“Nayeon unnie was only part of the reason I left,” she says. “I needed my space and I still do.”  

“What’s the other reason?” 

Tzuyu’s face softens at the question.

“Y/N--”

“Is it me?” I say. “I had no idea that I--”

Tzuyu cut me off before I could finish, her face taunt in rage similar to how she reacted with Nayeon earlier. 

“Of course you have no idea!” she says. “You were one of the only friends I had back then, even when elimination was imminent, you promised me you would have stayed!”

Her words are like iron branding marks underneath my skin. She’s saying something now, but how can I make it right? What can I do to make sure that I don’t lie to her again. 

“I know Tzuyu but--”

“That’s the thing Y/N, you don’t know,” Tzuyu says. “It took me so long to get over you leaving. And now, I can’t seem to handle you being here again.” 

The iron presses deeper and deeper. My mouth closes. Maybe I should try again later, and honor her request. However, Jihyo’s words come fluttering back; we’re a team and if Tzuyu has a problem, we have to deal with it. Talk it out like partners should. I flush a bit at the word. Tzuyu and I dreamed of being more than partners, it’s now a distant memory due to how resentful she feels. 

“Well, I’m not over you Tzuyu,” I say. “I’ll leave you alone for now, but just know that I never got over you. You still mean at lot to me.”

Tzuyu stands still for a moment, face still taunt in anger but it changes, and softens. I would have stayed to see it, but I honor her request and walk back to my room.   

[brelione]

Road Trip (Rafe,Kelce,Topper X Reader)

Takes Place before The Best Boys

Arguing over who gets to play music

Merging all your playlists together and putting it on shuffle.That means going from the Moana soundtrack to Good Girls Bad Guys real quick

The ending location is Kelce’s lake house in Maine

Swapping spots in the car at every stop (Mostly stops demanded by Topper who just wants a slushie from every state)

Rafe driving when you guys first take off,letting you hold his hand

After the third snack stop you sawp to sit in the back with Topper,Kelce going into the passengers seat.You and Topper would watch Finding Nemo together and you werent wearing your seatbelt,leaning against him.

You used your polaroid camera so often,snapping pictures of Kelce whenever you could,even getting some of Rafe driving.

“OOH!MCDONALDS!PLEASE!”Kelce shouted over the music,Rafe glancing at you through the mirror,asking you silently. “Dont look at me!Get the poor boy some McDonalds!”You exclaimed,Kelce fistbumping you as Rafe pulled up to the McDonalds,not quite at the microphone. “Okay,we’re about to go throught the drive thru.Does everyone know what they want?”He asked,sick of Topper never knowing what he was doing.The three of you nodded,the boys ordering cheeseburgers,large fries,McFlurries and a yogurt parfait to “stay fit”.Rafe looked over to you,asking what you wanted. “Just a caramel iced coffee and a happy meal please.”You smiled,still having food from the gas stations.

Kelce was only allowed to drive during daytime because he has terrible eyesight

“Fuck-they forgot my happy meal toy!”You exclaimed,disappointed.The second Rafe saw another McDonalds he pulled up to the drive thu,asking for a cheeseburger happy meal,checking it for a toy after the worker handed it to him,letting out a relieved sigh. “Thats a good one,too.It looks like a Marvel person.”He handed it back to you.

At four in the morning the four of you were looking for a hotel to stay the night in,Topper driving this time around.Rafe noticed you go pretty much limp in his arms,your phone slowly falling from your hands and onto your stomach.He grinned,whispering to Topper and Kelce to turn down the music.

When they finally did find a hotel you guys were somewhere in Pennsylvania,getting a room with two beds and a pull out couch.

You were pretty tired,falling asleep on one of the beds immediately while the boys went to the vending machines,Kelce looking for something other than an energy drink for you to take your vitamins with.He had come back with an apple juice,grabbing your pills from the backpack you chose to bring inside,waking you up. “Hey,princess.You gotta take your vitamins then you can go to sleep.”He grinned,placing your pills into your palm,opening the bottle of apple juice.

Rafe was too tall for the beds,ending up on the pull out couch while old Mickey Mouse cartoons played on the tv.

You were clinging to Kelce when you woke up.He was scrolling through his phone,his arm at a strange angle so he wouldnt accidentally hit you. “Morning.”He grinned,setting his phone down,moving his other arm so you could sit up. You rubbed your eyes,yawning.The shower was running and Kelce had told you that Topper went to go get coffee.At some point you had fallen back asleep,face pressed into the cold pillow when an iced coffee was placed on the table next to you.You heard the shower turn off,Rafe emerging with a towel around his waist,hunting for his backpack.You blinked a few times,thinking that he was naked for a second. “Can we stay here for the day?Im tired of being in the truck.”You grumbled,reaching for the coffee and stirring the sugar and caramel syrup that was stuck at the bottom.Topper nodded in agreement,glad to finally stretch out his legs. “Yeah,yeah okay.”Rafe nodded,sitting on the pull out,watching the tv,glancing to you and Kelce every once in a while.He heard his phone ring,heart dropping when he saw that it was Ward. “I’ll be right back.”He told you guys,accepting the call.He paced up and down the hall as Ward demanded to know where he was. “I told you for the past three weeks I was going on a trip with (Y/N) and the boys.”He answered,biting his lip. “I dont remember that.”Ward grumbled. “Its cause you dont listen to me.”Rafe answered,hanging up and turning off his ringer,huffing as he leaned his head against the wall.You came out shortly after,sweatpants and Kelce’s baggy shirt on your body. “Hey,you okay?”You asked.He nodded,sniffling.You didnt say anything else,hugging him.His arms were tight around you,kissing your forehead,eyes closing as he calmed down. “He’s so bitchy.”Rafe whispered,voice shaky.You nodded,pressing a kiss to his collarbone. “I know,I know he is.But this is a fun little trip we’re having,right?”You asked,looking up at him.He nodded,his smile slowly coming back. “Right,so lets enjoy it.Lets go eat shit and watch stupid movies,i’ll even let you pick the movie.Even though its my turn-dont forget its my turn next time.”You grinned,tapping the tip of his nose.He chuckled,letting you drag him into the hotel room,sitting next to him on the bed.Topper had taken your polaroid camera from your bag,waiting for a good time to take a photo.Your arms were around Rafe,his head under your chin as he scrolled through the movies. “Isnt it (Y/N)’s turn to pick the movie?”Topper asked.You shrugged,not wanting to go into details.Rafe eventually picked a movie called ‘Shark Night’,a grin on his face knowing it would probably disturb you.You were on your phone most of the movie,a smile on your face as Rafe moved his face up so he could take a photo with you on snapchat,blue butterflies on his cheeks.You were oblivious to the fact of Topper taking a polaroid photo.It didnt matter how much it hurt him to see you and Rafe cuddling like a cute couple,you looked happy.He wanted to capture your genuine happiness in a photo,keeping the polaroid for himself.

Rafe had managed to stay clean for a bit of the trip,eventually doing a line in the hotel bathroom,pinching his nostrils so he wouldnt get a nose bleed.

Topper had went to go get you some fruit at a nearby grocery store,figuring that you’d be more comfortable eating something healthy.

He was right,watfching your happiness increase,loosening up as you ate a bowl of cherries and grapes.The second night at the hotel you slept next to-on top-of Topper,your arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist.

The morning of the third day you guys got back in the truck,enjoying The Descendants soundtrack,stopping at a beach to watch the sunset and have a small fire.

New york was a crazy experience,the place too crowded for you to really enjoy yourself.The four of you stayed at an apartment that Topper’s mother owned because of course she had to own a random apartment in the middle of New York.You showered at the apartment,the place so cold that you had to take Topper’s long sleeve shirt from him,shivering against him.

Thats when you chose to watch Z Nation,accidentally catching feelings for 10k.You had also gotten some of the best polaroids of Topper and Kelce,including two of Kelce eating a cookie the size of his head.In the first he was biting into it,the second he was glaring at the camera,realizing you had caught him.You also got a polaroid of Topper doing meditation,headphones on and sitting on the floor.The polaroids from that trip stayed in your mini backpack and away from the others just incase the boys ever wanted to look through your polaroid stacks.

The boys also got plenty of photos of you on their snapchat and around one hundred in their camerarolls if they were all put together.

Once you guys finally got to the lake house it was nothing but laughs,camp fires,kayaking and dancing around

You and Topper decided to bake a ton of sugar cookies and frost flowers and waves on them,most of it just looking like melted blobs of color but it was still fun to do.

Sitting on the large couch and binge watching disney princess films as you all ate the sugar cookies

“We love a bisexual bitch.”Kelce grinned at the television.You guys were currently watching Mulan,one of Kelce’s favorites. “He really puts the bi in bitch.”You agreed.

Campfires were fun,roasting marshmallows.Rafe being the dumb bitch he is burnt all of his,eating one that had ashes on it,gagging.

You and Rafe went kayaking in the lake but you were paranoid as hell from the movie you guys had watched,wanting to turn around when you guys got to the deeper part of the lake.He had laughed at you,agreeing.You guys decided to just sit on the sand,his hand on your thigh as you sighed,looking out at the clouds.

You guys stayed at the lake house for around ten days,not wanting to leave the cozy place. “We should move here.Like,can you imagine all of us living together?That would all be fucking chaos.”You laughed,eyes closed as you laid on your back with a pillow under your head.Topper blushed,glancing outside one of the windows. “I feel like it’d be fun.”Kelce shrugged,flipping through the channels. 

You and the boys had driven into town to the tourist shops,laughing about how you probably looked the same as the tourons in obx.You got a sweatshirt with the location on it along with a t shirt and a mug,a grin on your face when you saw Kelce looking at t shirts,figuring it would most likely end up on you more than it was on him.

The mornings were really fun,the air was cold and you could see your breath,the four of you drinking hot coffee outside and enjoying the sight of the water and the beautiful green trees.

Kelce had taken photos of plenty of leaves,claiming that they were ‘the chosen ones’

You guys found a farm stand,going and trying a ton of new things including a bottle of home made strawberry milk and dunking the leftover sugar cookies in it.

You guys even went to see a huge waterfall,Rafe doing a secret photo shoot of both the trees,the waterfall and you.

You found a really cool rock that was both shiny and green,giving it to Topper for his rock collection that only you knew about.

The drive back to North Carolina was kind of sad,missing the vibes of the house in the woods.You all decided to go back to your house and have a sleepover,not wanting to drive anymore than necessary.

“Can we get taco bell?”Kelce asked,half asleep against the window. “Bruh,I cant even think about food right now ill throw the fuck up.”You mumbled,reaching for his hand.It felt cold which was nice because you felt really warm for some reason,dragging him across the leather seat,enjoying how cold he was. “What are you doing?”He asked,not fighting it. “You feel cold.”You mumbled,clinging onto him.Rafe frowned,asking if you wanted him to turn the AC on higher.You nodded,enjoying the blasts of cool air.Luckily Kelce got his taco bell,eating only half of it before falling asleep.You felt the car pull into a gas station,Topper and Rafe swapping spots so Topper would be the one driving and pumping gas into the truck. “We’re almost there guys.”Topper told you and Kelce,the radio playing Billie Eilish quietly.When the truck stopped again you guys were at a motel,not far from the docks where you’d have to catch a ferry in the morning.Topper just carried you in,letting you sleep against him on the bed,only waking up to the alarm that had been set.

The ferry ride was a blur.Kelce’s silver car had been parked in his cousins garage,the four of you getting inside and driving right to your house,all of you going back to sleep in your living room.Poor Rafe didnt even make it onto the couch,falling asleep on your floor.You were all asleep until mid afternoon,Rafe having a slight sunburn on his nose,cheeks and forehead but not so bad that he needed aloe.Kelce was walking like a zombie,making coffees and hot pockets,serving them to you guys. “Shitting hell-you didnt take you vitamins last night.”He cursed,handing you the small fist full and grabbing you a water bottle. 

“dammit-we have to redo the whole trip!I forgot to get a slushie in every state.”Topper huffed. “Fuck dammit,bottom!” “Well who’s fault is that?Who’s is it?Not mine” “Maybe you shouldve driven the whole time!” Topper pouted,all of you attacking him at once.

“I made a cool edit though,you wanna see?”Kelce asked you guys,excited as he went into his cameraroll,not waiting for an answer.There were clips of you guys in the car,screaming the lyrics to the Ever After High theme song,the next clip of you and Rafe cuddling on the pull out mattress,weird filters on your faces.The next was Topper trying to get chips out of the vending machine,nearly getting his arm stuck. 

“Shut the hell up!Its almost my favorite part!”You shouted,shushing the boys as your favorite part of Rewrite The Stars came up.

 “Im going to catch this frog-im gonna do it.”You were determined,squatting over the long grass,staring down. “Shit-I lost it!”You laughed.

Topper tried to balance a sugar cookie on his nose,failing and losing it to the couch. “NO!THAT ONE HAD A SUNFLOWER ON IT!”He cried,searching desperately for it.The camera then moved to you and Rafe laughing then to Kelce,a smile on his face as he glanced down at the phone screen.

It was all funnier than it shoulve been since the theme song to little einsteins was playing the background,the video ending with a video of you and Rafe battling eachother with pool noodles,Topper shouting about fowl hits and how it was ‘illegal in the land of narnia’

“Wow,freaking photographer ass.”Topper chuckled,making Kelce shrugged. “I mean,I learn from the best.”He smiled at you.

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[donkey-hyuck]

word count- 2,710

genre- the nightmare before christmas! au (if that makes sense) || fluff || suggestive || mayb angst

characters/pairing- jack skellington! jaehyun x sally! reader || nct

warnings- suggestive scenes || does not really follow the storyline of tnbc tbh || lowercase intended || dialogue heavy!! || lmao i used festival so much || obvs if you’re v religious and don’t celebrate halloween, don’t read it pls and ty although this is purely fictional

a/n- lmao just watched the nightmare before christmas on disney+ and it gave me some inspo ;) also i love tim burton films :)) the divider is by @/firefly-graphics i’m just a pussy lmao

jaehyun was the official representative of halloween. well, halloween in your town, specifically. although he is known throughout the globe, he celebrates the special occasion in his hometown. but during the past few years, jung jaehyun had gotten bored. bored with the ongoing festivities and the same traditions. yet he didn’t want to disappoint his people, whether he knew them or not, the citizens of all ages looked up to the halloween king.

“hurry, hurry! jung jaehyun is on his way! i repeat, the halloween king is on his way!” shouted the mayor, while all the villagers were frantic to make everything perfect for this year's halloween festival.

“hurry, hurry! jung jaehyun is on his way! i repeat, the halloween king is on his way!” shouted the mayor, while all the villagers were frantic to make everything perfect for this year's halloween festival.

and as soon as the gates opened, everyone was rushing and screaming, finally being able to see jung jaehyun himself. the crowd cheered as he waved and greeted the people he oh so loved. but he was getting tired of the same old thing. for every halloween since he’d been born, the man was always left alone. the fellow women and men fawned over him, he was drop dead gorgeous, no doubt. but he wanted something more, something passionate, someone who he could love and trust, not just a one night fling.

so while everyone was cheering, you had been sitting on the farest point of the street. your creator, lee donghyuck, had no intention of seeing the man himself. although donghyuck loved jung jaehyun, he wanted to be back home, well rested and well fed. only you wanted to see jaehyun up close.

whenever jung jaehyun was invited to the lab, or came to stop by, donghyuck would always keep you locked up, and so you were never able to meet him.

“but i want to go see…. mark. he’s up with the crowd,” you begged your creator. he only held your arm back and refused to let you walk up the street without his consent. and after fighting back, you unstitched your arm to let go of the pressure and quickly ran to the closest thing you could hide behind, in hopes of getting away from donghyuck, and in chances of seeing jung jaehyun.

you had a slight feverish crush on the man, but who didn’t? even so, almost the entirety of your town loved jaehyun in one way or another. so you were pretty much hopeless. a hopeless romantic, as some would say.

hearing the shouting of donghyuck approach you, straight away, you headed toward the cemetery. a safe place, somewhere you were able to hide, to get away from your life as a creation.

while running to the farthest point of the cemetery, jaehyun had been cornered by the women of all ages.

“jaehyun, i can give you what you want. what you need,” said a young woman.

“oh don’t mind her. i can set you up with my granddaughter, a very beautiful and successful entrepreneur,” bribed an older woman.

“forget them! jung jaehyun, i will devote my entire life to you. for us to be together forever,” begged another.

he looked astonishing that night he came back. with his hair nicely styled, and his all black outfit bringing out his physique and tattooed self. no wonder why all the women were all up in him. but he was a family man, and the children had also been disturbing him as well.

“jaehyun! look what i did for the festival tomorrow.”

“look at what i can do! i’ll be as strong as the halloween king one day.”

“look at my sister jaehyun! isn’t she pretty?”

he loved the attention, but sometimes he wished they would leave him be. he had a life. a really hectic and busy life.

“we’re doing the first bunch of raffles today! get ready to collect them!” announced the mayor over his speaker, making everyone turn their heads and jaehyun to run the opposite direction, towards the cemetery.

you and he shared the same safe place. it was quiet and there was barely anyone around, so it was a good place to take a breather and relax.

planning to eventually go back to the lab, you picked some gardenias to put in donghyuck’s soup for later. hearing the district voice calling for his dog, you hid behind a tombstone and listened to the halloween king.

“zero! come here,” he patted his upper thigh. the spirit of his dog then arose from the ground and barked as jaehyun smiled and picked up a branch from the ground. he then started to say aloud, “oh, zero… i love this community very much. everyone is so welcoming and friendly, especially during the halloween season. but i just feel so suffocated. it’s the same event every year for the past four years. i want something new. i need someone new.”

you felt connected to him, in a way. the two of you were broken souls, ready to find anew; yet it never came. and it felt like it would never come. you were attentive of his wants because you were on the same boat, sort of.

as much as you loved lee donghyuck, he was very strict and it was too throttling in the lab which made you venture to the cemetery and gather gardenias to help him doze off faster.

peering through the corner of the large tombstone, you saw him standing on the edge of the cliff, playing with zero and talking to himself. while he was paying no attention whatsoever, you quietly exited the cemetery and walked the way to donghyuck’s lab.

you sauntered through the front door and walked directly to the kitchen to crush the gardenias before he was to ask for his soup.

“oh y/n!” he said in a singsongy voice, he entered the kitchen to see you stirring up a boiling pot of frogs breath soup, his favorite, with a gardenia touch.

“i’m almost done, master haechan. it’ll be up in a minute!” you spoke over your shoulder before mixing in the dash of gardenia powder into his bowl. he willingly smiled and walked back up into his research laboratory.

after the finishing touches and a sprinkle more of the gardenia powder, you brought the soup up to his room and let him gobble down the soup with a blink of an eye before going to your room— or what you called prison— to pack a basket of goodies to give to jaehyun, anonymously. but first, you sewed your arm back on.

in the basket, contained a bottle of red wine, a block of cheese, and some baked bread from the bakery down the road. as well as a not that read, ‘i know how you feel, and i’m on the same boat as you. i wish there was a way for us to escape.’

popping your head through the research lab door, you confirmed that donghyuck was knocked out cold, and should be for the next two hours.

silently, you sneakily passed through the townspeople and made it to jaehyun one hell of a house. it was on the other side of town, so by the time you reached his home, it was already evening. lee donghyuck must’ve woken up, for sure.

after you entered the gate, regret instantly filled your body. but you traveled all this way, so there was no point in stopping now. carefully, you placed the wooden basket on the doorstep and rang the door, hiding behind the wall.

jaehyun opened the door, ready to greet whoever was visiting him at that time, only to be met with no one but the basket filled with delicacies and a note. picking up the basket, he read the note, and a small smile appeared on his face before walking back into his house and closing the door.

you had been holding your breath the moment you hid behind the wall. and when the coast was clear, you breathed out the breath you had been holding, only for you to suck it back in when zero was sitting by your feet, looking up at you with his face turned. then, he barked.

“no, no, no! shhh. i don’t want him to know i’m here. please be quiet,” you pleaded while whispering. yet to no avail, as the door is opened once more because he heard his beloved dog.

“zero! zero where are you? i heard you barking, let’s go inside!” he walked around his property and finally checked the place where you were previously hiding.

“there you are. let’s get you some rest.” but zero looked to where you hid next, behind a boulder statue.

“come on, let’s go,” he patted his leg, and this time zero obliged.

“whew,” you huffed out while slowly getting up from your hiding place to walk back to the lab.

but as you were cautiously walking out of his property, jung jaehyun saw you exit his gate through his peripheral vision, he then looked to the basket he placed on his desk. and in that moment, he had to know who you were.

the next day during the halloween festival, you’d been punished for putting gardenias in his soup as well as sneaking out. donghyuck locked you up in your room and the only thing you could do was look out the window to see the villagers enjoy their time.

jaehyun had woken up early that morning, to get ready to find his secret admirer he hoped was going to be at the festival. he dressed as nicely as he could, making sure to gel back his hair and wear a nice suit for the occasion. he then stuck the note you gave him inside the pocket of his blazer. and he knew what he was getting himself into. if he were to ask anyone who knew about the note, they would lie and say they did. but it was worth a shot.

he vividly remembered your pin straight hair, reaching down your back, as well as those tiny black heels that were about two inches high. but that was all he did remember and he was unfortunate enough to not be able to see your face.

so, jaehyun just observed.

when he reached the main part of the festival, crowds of townspeople filled the street, excited for the day to come. and when people started to notice the halloween king was there, they gathered around him and showed him everything there was possible. however, jaehyun knew it was just all the same activities and booths. everything that just tired him out. they needed something new, something fresh.

“jaehyun! you’re here early,” said the mayor, but the man was not paying attention, rather he was maneuvering his head around, trying to spot ‘the one.’ noticing this, taeyong bumped him on his shoulder, now worried.

“... is everything alright?” asked the mr. lee in an anxious voice. to which jaehyun just smiled reassuring the mayor.

“everything is perfectly fine, mr. lee! but to keep this between you and me…” he paused for a moment, looking around and taeyong leaned closer to jaehyun. “.... i’m sorta looking for someone. she gave me this note yesterday and as well as a bag of goodies.” but the mayor was surprised by his statement, and he screamed louder than he should’ve.

“woah, woah! the halloween king has a crush on someone? you have a secret admirer!” he tried to hush him but it was too late, the people had already heard.

questions started to arise and the people started to gather around jaehyun again. asking when, where, and more commonly, who. he refused to answer the uprising interrogations and ran the farthest he could.

he ended up hiding in the bushes of lee donghyuck’s lab. when he was sure there was no one who had been following that far, he stood up from the bush and dusted himself off. it seemed like he got ready for purely nothing.

the man paced back and forth, rereading the note you had given him and throwing small stones to the wall of the lab. hearing all the commotion, you gazed out the window to see jung jaehyun, reciting the note over and over again. you listened for a bit, until you remembered the throwing stones part.

“..... you know… master haechan will be upset if he finds you chucking rocks at his lab,” you spoke up as he chuckled at the sentence. he looked up to where the voice was to be already met with your chin resting on your crossed arms, looking down to him.

“calm down, it’s only stones. besides, the professor loves me,” he bragged. “what are you doing up there anyways? shouldn’t you be at the festival?” he asked with his brows furrowed.

“yeah, but i disobeyed the master yesterday. got stuck locked up.” you didn’t know you had the confidence to have a regular conversation with the man you’ve always admired. jaehyun only smiled and replied, “how about i save you then, princess?” your pulse was racing, and you didn’t know how to feel. after a few moments of silence, you looked back down.

“master haechan is at the festival. probably with the mayor or his great uncle taeil. if you ask, he’ll probably give you the master key.” jaehyun nodded and ran back to the scene of the festival to find the professor to bail you out.

when he came back, he immediately opened the front door and walked up the stairs to try and find you. but when he was gone to look for donghyuck, you’d been pacing around your room, anxious. why did you tell him? you thought to yourself over and over. but every one of your thoughts came to a stop when the jiggling of the key became clear. you were really doing this.

somehow, you were more afraid of getting caught that day than the previous. if donghyuck knew jaehyun came to get you out, you’d be in much bigger trouble.

he was finally able to hear the click and opened the door. a full smile plastered on his face, showcasing the dimples people fawned over. shyly, you smiled back and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear catching me do the debby ryan HAHAHA.

jaehyun held out his hand and instantaneously he knew, you were the one. without any further conversation, he dragged you to the place he loved; the cemetery.

while talking about no specific topic, he brought up the shenanigan you pulled yesterday, although he was grateful you did.

“so, were you the one that stopped by last night? and gave me the basket…” he ceased his walking, “who gave me this note?” he pulled the note from inside his blazer. if you thought your anxiety was bad when he was bailing you out, it did not compare to the amount of anxiety you were feeling in that moment.

“...uh… yes i did... did you not like it?,” you stuttered, getting jittery. he only cooed in adoration as he cupped your cheek. “don’t worry, my love. you’re the first one to ever give me a gift that thoughtful. even gave me my favorite red wine.” his response made you sigh out of relief as he just smiled softly and rubbed his thumb against your cheekbone. it was an intimate moment. but slowly, jaehyun found himself leaning closer and closer to you.

grazing his lips against yours he whispered, “thank you,” and pushed himself closer to your lips, catching the gasp that escaped your lips. you were left shocked, with your eyes wide opened and your figure stood there awkwardly, not kissing back. but the man grabbed you by your waist, gently, and his other hand rested on your jawline as you responded back.

it was a slow, yet needy kiss. desperate to have each other but savoring the moment. his tongue met your bottom lip as he turned his head to kiss you deeper, his nose now tickling your right cheek. he then stopped and removed his lips with a pop.

“i think i found my escape this halloween,” he was breathless.

“i think i did too.”

[cevansfics]

You Make Even The Worst Of Days Better

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k+

Warnings: i think there’s one or two curse words but that’s it, just fluff

A/N: This is an entry for @stargazingfangirl18​ & @navybrat817 ‘s August Writing Challenge. This is my first time ever writing for any sort of challenge, hope you like it.

Also if anyone wants to be added to my tag list let me know :)

DIALOGUE PROMPTS i used:

"Don't you dare take another step."

“I don’t deserve you.”

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You were surprised when Chris called you on his break around mid-day.

“Hey handsome,” You answered.

“Hey,” you could tell by the tone of his voice something was wrong.

“What’s wrong? Has something happened?” you quickly asked.

“No, no nothing is wrong, don’t worry honey.” You could tell he was lying, the tone of his voice was a little harsher, plus he never called you ‘honey’.

“Then w-wh-.”

“I only have a minute before I need to get back but I was just phoning to let you know filming is going to run over, so I will probably be home a couple hours late.”

“Okay just message me whenever you are on your way home, are you sure everything is okay?

“Yeah…” there was a pause, you thought he was going to give in and tell you but you heard someone calling him in the back ground. “They are calling me back to set, I have to go, I love you.”

“I love you too.” The call was cut off.

That was weird, you thought to yourself as you sat there staring at the phone in your hand. Chris was never too vocal when it came to something that was bothering him. In his mind he didn’t want to burden you with anything especially when it came to anything to do with his job, you on the other hand never saw it as a burden. You also never pushed him to tell you what was wrong, one way or another you would find out.

You took a wild guess that it had to do with something going wrong on set or while filming. With that thought in mind you put a plan together for when he got home, hoping cheer him up and make the worries of the day fall away.

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It was 8:30pm, nearly half an hour ago you got a message from Chris saying he was leaving set and was on his way home, meaning he would be home any minute now. Hopefully giving you enough time to finish the final touches on what you had planned.

You were in the kitchen as Dodger’s ears perked up as he sprinted to the front door, soon followed by you hearing the door open.

“Yes, yes I now bubba, I missed you too.” You heard from the distance, imagining Dodger trying to jump all over Chris before he’s even through the door properly.

“Don’t you dare take another step, and close your eyes as well.” You shout out to Chris before he makes his way through the house.

“Why?” He was skeptical as he drags out the word as he’s say it. You quickly jog from the kitchen to the living with the last few items placing the on the table before making your way out in to the hall way to meet Chris.

“Please, just humor me for a second, I promise it will be worth it.”

“Okay, but if you aren’t standing in front of me either naked or in lingerie I’m gonna say it’s not worth it,” he chuckles. You acknowledge his brighter mood compared to when you spoke to him on the phone earlier.

“You’re an ass,” you remarked as you are now standing in front of him, seeing that he has done what you asked, he’s not moved and closed his eyes. You reach for his hand gently not to make I’m jump at the unexpected contact, before slowly and carefully pulling him to follow you.

Making your way in to the living room without having Chris trip over anything you give the room a once over making sure everything is in place.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now.” Your voice is quite, you don’t realize how nervous you were until this moment, about what if Chris didn’t like it. Your eyes follow his as he takes in the scene before him.

The only light that was on was the floor lamp that was tucked in the corner. It wasn’t the brightest of lights, just bright enough so you could just see everything in the room. You had got a few pillows and put them on the sofa, pulled the foot stool closer the sofa and placed a bunch of blankets on them for the two of you. On the table in front of that you had gathered some of yours and his favorite snacks and on the TV Disney+ was on ready to stream at any given moment.

He was quite, hadn’t said anything yet, his eyes still darting around the room. You started to get a little self-conscious, maybe it was a stupid idea and you shouldn’t have done it. A million thoughts raced through your head as he finally spoke. “What’s all this about?”

“I-I… When…” you cleared your throat before continuing, “When we spoke earlier you seemed, I don’t know, not okay. Like you were having a shitty day or something, and I thought maybe we could order some takeout food, watch Disney movies and just be in our own bubble for a little bit, just like when we were first dating.” You shrugged not able to get a lock on what he was thinking from his reaction. “Maybe I should have gone with the naked thing huh?”

Chris starts to shake his head chuckling, “No, no this is perfect. not that i would say no to a little nakedness, but honestly…” he pauses for just a second taking another look around the room before wrapping his arm round your waist pulling you closer to him. “After the day I have had this is exactly what I need. Just some quality time with my girl,” he looks you in the eyes smiling at you, in that moment your worries of it being a stupid idea disappear, as there’s a bark from behind the two of you. Chris rolls his eyes before saying, “and Dodger of course.”

“Of course.” You mimic him sarcastically.

“I really don’t deserve you.” Chris whispers.

“Oh shush,” you gently shoving him while laughing. He pulls you back towards him, one arm still around your waist. His other hand softly cups your cheek, brushing his thumb over it slightly as he tilts your head up to him, before placing his lips over yours. You instantly grip hold of his shirt moving your lips against his. Chris moves his hand from your cheek to the nape of you neck, holding you close as the kiss gets more passionate.

Reluctantly you pull away, needing to catch your breath for just a second. “Right, there is a pair of sweats under the blankets for you to change out of these jeans so you are more comfortable. I’m going to get us a beer each while you decide what film we watch first.” You said as matter of fact.

“You know, if you wanted me naked all you had to do was ask.” Chris jokes, as you started to make your way towards the kitchen.

“Go, now.” You say sternly but with no real authority in your voice.

Chris raises his hand giving a half ass salute before uttering “Yes Ma’am.”

You roll your eyes as you see him walk in the living room, unbuckling his belt to take of his jeans. It takes all of your strength to walk away and gets the drinks, looking forward to a cozy night in with your boyfriend.

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