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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years ago

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𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 (𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑗𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑔×𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟) 𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐾𝑖𝑚 𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑗𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑔 (𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧)/ 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 (𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒)

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡

♡♡ 𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚, 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑦 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 @seacottons ♡♡

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Hongjoong tapped his pencil on the notepad impatiently, sighing for the 7th time in the minute that passed. He looked at the clock, signaling that it was almost 10:30.

Maybe I shouldn't have asked her to come. It's already late.

He had a tendency to forget that unlike him, most individuals don't like to stay up at odd hours of the night, especially not to work. But he always worked better and got inspired more during the nights. Something about the dark blue sky, crystal glittering stars and even the bustling sounds of the city awakened his senses, enticing him to start writing lyrics down, or play a few melodies on his piano. Of course, sometimes he had the usual composer's block, struggling to come up with the right music or words. Or he ended up feeling lonely and in need of comfort.

That's where Y/N came in. He'd always call her up and asked her if she wouldn't mind keeping him company, a pout always on his lips, almost like a child expecting to be refused. But she'd always be there for him, and he truly appreciated it. And tonight, he was particularly antsy about seeing her. He was getting anxious as more and more time passed and she was nowhere to be seen. Not even a text saying where she was exactly at the moment.

He was about to pick up his phone again to check up on her, when the rattling of the doorknob let him know someone was outside. He had obviously locked the door, never liking to be disturbed by anyone, so he wasn't surprised to hear the person on the other side knock. He got up and opened the door.

"Hi! I'm here!"

A dripping Y/N scurried inside the studio room, getting as close as she could to the heater that was next to the couch. Hongjoong stared in shock as a tiny wet trail was left on the carpet.

"Baby, did you walk here?" He asked, his voice full of concern.

"Well yeah....." She fidgeted with the sleeves of her sweater. "I didn't know it was going to rain and the weather didn't seem too cold, but then tiny sprinkles turned to a heavy downpour.....

But I'm here now!" She said that last part more enthusiastically, trying to ease his mind a little.

But now he felt even more bad than before. She could easily have gotten sick and it would have been his fault.

"You could have just taken a cab back home love."

Y/N pouted at him.

"I know...but I wanted to see you."

His heart melted at her words. She said the same words he had been thinking all night long. Taking small steps, he threw his hoodie over his head and held it out to her.

"Here. You'll catch a cold if you stay in those wet clothes. Take them off and put this on. I'll go see if I can find some towels somewhere."

Y/N nodded and took it. She began unzipping her sweater as Hongjoong went out the door to check the supply closet at the end of the hallway. By pure luck, there was a wide array of freshly cleaned towels on the top rack. He grabbed 3 and placed them underneath his arm before closing the door and making his way back to the studio room.

"I found some towels for-"

He stopped abruptly when he saw Y/N standing there, completely naked. His eyes trailed down her body, some parts still dewy from the rain.

"What? You said to take my clothes of." She reminded him, snapping him out of his trance.

He cleared his throat.

"Well yeah.... I just assumed you'd keep your underwear on."

Y/N chuckled.

"But then your hoodie would get wet, then what would we do Einstein?"

Hongjoong smiled shyly. "I guess you have a point there."

Y/N was about to take a towel from him, but he pulled his arm away before she could reach for it.

"Allow me love."

He began patting her shoulders with the towel, getting some of the wet drops off them. Then he bunched some of her hair in the towel, squeezing any excess water out.

"Let me know if I accidentally pull too hard."

Y/N knew that wouldn't happen. He was always so careful and gentle when it came to these things. Once he was done with that, he discarded that towel and replaced it with another one.

"Jesus, did you get sucked inside a hurricane?" He teased her.

"You're so mean. I wouldn't even be in this condition if you didn't ask me to come." She retaliated.

"I know. I know love."

His hands began traveling down her torso, rubbing softly at her skin. He kept his gaze away when he swiped the towel across her breasts, making Y/N snort.

"Hongjoong, you've seen me naked at least 7 times. Stop acting so innocent."

He blushed at her words and hesitated to continue his task of drying her.

"Here, let me finish."

She took the towel away from him and finished the task he couldn't. She took the hoodie he had given her and threw it over her head, the length of it barely covering up to her mid-thighs, but it would have to do.

"You can turn around now, you drama queen." She rolled her eyes at his acting.

He turned his head and his heart fluttered as it usually did whenever she'd wear any of his clothing. It was kind of a reminder that she was his and his only, a sort of sense of ownership over her, as outrageous as it sounded. But Hongjoong would be the first to admit that he was indeed possessive over Y/N. She was just so beautiful and precious to him, he couldn't help but think that way at times.

He leaned and just pulled her into an embrace, holding her as if he hadn't seen her in years. Y/N reciprocated the action by wrapping her arms around his waist, getting the hint that he wanted to stay in that position for a while. He began caressing the back of her head, her hair still humid, but he didn't care. His other hand ran up and down her back, occasionally drawing random shapes into it.

Before he knew it, he was placing kisses on the side of her face, eventually kissing her forehead and resting his lips there. Y/N smiled fondly at that. Forehead kisses were Hongjoong's way of telling her he adored and cherished her profusely. He mentioned it to her one day when he had done that more often than any other times. Ever since then, she loved it when he did it, now knowing there was a meaning behind his actions.

Pulling back, he cupped her cheeks and squished them gently. Puckering his lips, he moved her face side to side, cooing softly at her.

"Who could not fall in love with such a cute face like this?"

She cringed at his words, but Hongjoong knew better. She did have a love-hate relationship with him babying her.

"You're such a dork." She let out a tiny yawn after she said those words.

Hongjoong pouted. "Oh love. I'm sorry for making you come out so late."

She shook her head.

"It's fine. Did you want something in particular?"

Hongjoong hummed softly, thinking about it. He wanted to hold her, that was for sure. But he also knew he wanted to try something, if she was up for it. Smirking, he brushed some hair off her face.

"Well.... I still have a few verses left to finish. What do you say if we try a little..... cockwarming?"

Y/N's ears perked up at the idea.

"Cockwarming?"

"Yes think about it love. Me nestled inside you, while you take a nap on my lap until I finish the song?" He looked to her with hopeful eyes.

She eyed him suspiciously.

"And what about when you're done?"

Hongjoong wiggled his eyebrows.

"Well, if you're not too tired, we could try something else."

Y/N giggled.

"Are you sure you'll be able to control yourself?"

Hongjoong smiled before picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist.

"Only one way to find out love."

He set her down on his desk and began unzipping his pants. Taking his cock out, he stroked himself a few times before sitting down on his chair. Turning his attention back to Y/N, he pulled her off the desk, placing her on top of his thighs. He licked his fingers before slipping them in between her folds, wanting to make sure she was wet enough so it wouldn't hurt her in any way. He slowly slid them in and out of her, occasionally scissoring them, stretching her out. He glimpsed over at Y/N, who was biting her lip as she tried not to let out any noises.

"You worry about me, but I think it's you who won't be able to resist." He chuckled.

Y/N rolled her eyes. "We'll see."

Satisfied with his job, Hongjoong lifted her up and maintained eye contact as he slowly sank her down onto his length. They both moaned at the warm feeling, it had been so long since they were like this. Y/N let her legs dangle and she rested her face on his shoulder. Hongjoong wrapped his arms around her.

"Take a rest. I'll be done soon enough"

Y/N mumbled something incoherently, already dozing off thanks to Hongjoong's warmth and his scent that she loved inhaling. Muttering a small 'cute', he went back to work.

The words were now flowing even smoother than before. He always did say he worked a lot better if Y/N was around. The others would always think he was just being delusional, but he disagreed. Her presence just makes him more calm, serene and helps him focus. He'd often joke about her being his muse, but even she would often roll her eyes at his statement.

He didn't know how much time had passed, all he could hear was the sound of his pencil scribbling on the paper and Y/N's faint breathing on his neck. Once in a while, he'd give her thigh a gentle squeeze or kiss her arm that was wrapped around his other shoulder, where her head wasn't. He had completely forgotten he was even inside her.

He was only reminded of it when he looked at the time that was marking that it was almost midnight. He debated whether to wake her up and take her home, or rearrange the couch so it could become a bed. Eden was the one who suggested keeping a sofa that could turn into a bed, and even kept a couple pillows and blankets in the studio since Hongjoong practically lived there at times.

But then again, she looked so comfortable and peaceful, and it wouldn't be the first time he slept in the chair. Turning off the light, he began closing his eyes, wanting to drift off to sleep as well.

But then Y/N shifted in her sleep, causing Hongjoong to jolt up and hold her hips, thinking she was going to fall. She groaned softly and shifted even more, causing his cock to twitch.

Oh my God.

He thought he was doing so well, and he could cool himself down, but the feeling was too good. Without thinking about it, he began to gently roll his hips up against hers, ever so slightly so as to not wake her up. At least that was the plan.

He smiled mischievously though when he heard her moan against his ear. He could feel her growing wetter, making it easier for him to slip in and out of her.

"Fuck." He whispered to himself.

He was getting even more turned on by the fact he was practically fucking his girlfriend while she was asleep. He shouldn't get aroused by that fact, but he was. And to know that even in her sleep she was moaning boosted his ego.

Y/N fluttered her eyes open, whimpering slightly at being woken up with an intense need. She lifted her face and was met with Hongjoong's face, his eyes full of lust and desire as he continued rolling his hips against hers.

"I'm sorry baby. It was just too tempting."

He apologized, but she knew he wasn't the least bit sorry. And she wasn't mad either way. It was definitely one of the best ways to wake up. She placed her hands on his shoulders, to steady herself as she began grinding down on him, not wanting him to have his fun only. Hongjoong hissed at the change of pace, loving the way she looked: in his hoodie, on top of him and desperate to get some release.

Hongjoong's hands went to her waist, pressing her closer to him as he kissed her passionately, his tongue slipping inside hers. His hands wandered inside the hoodie, cupping her breasts and playing with her nipples, causing her to shudder and tighten around his cock.

Hongjoong pulled back, gasping for air.

"Fuck baby. If- if you keep doing that, I w-won't be able to last much longer." He told her, trying to hold back as much as he could.

Y/N chuckled and challenged him.

"Then make me cum."

Oh. Those 4 words always set Hongjoong off. One of his hands went down between her legs, his thumb playing around with her clit. His lips attached themselves to her neck as he sucked and nibbled on all her sensitive places, having memorized all of them. All of that, plus the way his strokes got even deeper and faster had Y/N whimpering and panting above him. Hongjoong pulled back only to tease her:

"What? You asked me to make you cum and that's what you're going to get love."

His free hand wrapped around her neck, squeezing it enough to make her dizzy, but not harshly. He growled in her ear:

"Now do it baby. Cum all over my cock. I want to feel you come undone before I fill up your pretty little pussy with my cum."

She threw her head back as she clenched around him, his words being the final straw for her to break and release all over him with a soft cry of his name. She hid her face on his neck, gripping him tightly as he helped her ride out her orgasm. Her walls clenching and squeezing him tightly had him coming undone seconds after her. She felt his hot cum coat her walls, his voice muttering curses as his movements stilled, trying to catch his breath.

After a minute, Hongjoong looked back at her.

"Baby? You good?"

She nodded. "Tired."

"I know love. Hold on."

Getting up, still inside her, he walked over to the couch and set her down. He began to miss her warmth as soon as he pulled out of her. Grabbing one of the previously acquired towels, he wiped her inner thighs where some of his cum had dripped out.

Y/N was pretty much half asleep by now. So Hongjoong tried to move her as little as possible as he adjusted the couch to turn it into a bed. Grabbing one of the blankets from under his desk, he covered Y/N with it and layed down next to her, pulling her against his chest.

He stared at her sleeping figure for a while, admiring her features and smiling to himself. His finger traced her lips slowly before he pecked them with tenderness.

"I love you Y/N."

He wasn't expecting her to answer, but she surprised him when she unconsciously nestled herself closer to him and mumbled 'I love you' back to him, causing him to giggle at her cuteness.

She truly was such a precious being.

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moons-and-stars-and-shit · 4 years ago

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Hi! I saw your blog cause you reblogged one of my crack ideas on my hq account and I think it’s super cute! Is it possible I can request a cake? I’m curious to see who you’d put me with :)

I have no idea what I’m supposed to put in this, but! My name is Spencer (at least that’s the one I’m trying out rn, but it’s comfy I like it) and I use he/him pronouns. I’m 5’10ish & I currently have black hair that I dye from time to time (probably going to dye it red next). My hair is like...a little past the top of my ears, but it’s an undercut (think Kenma with black hair ig). I have really thin brown eyes (a lot of people think I’m Asian I’m not lol they’re just hooded). I’m not exactly built thin but that’s something I’m ✨insecure✨ about so we’re not gonna get into that lol

Personality wise,,,idk I’m 90% self-deprecating and the other 10% is sarcasm. I’d like to think I’m a pretty creative person although I’m extremely logical. Creativity is more for fun vs logical on a day-to-day basis if that makes sense?

I used to be really athletic but I started doing other things and since then that’s kinda dwindled away. However lately I’ve been trying to kick ✨depression✨ in the ass and get back into being athletic and stuff. I’m learning how to box and a few friends and I want to take up volleyball when it gets warmer. I used to be a soccer player though and I want to start doing that again, too.

A lot of people tell me I’m musically talented. I like to think I am on a good day, I guess (I’m bad about describing myself lol sorry). But I play a little piano and ukulele but I play guitar & sing mostly.

Even though I try not to be I’m super competitive and legit subconsciously turn everything into a competition, but I try to stay lighthearted about it. Even though I come off cold to people when I meet them (RBF + introvert yikes) I really care about my friends and wear my heart on my sleeve even though I try not to show it.

Quick stuff if this isn’t too long already?

Zodiac: Sun-Leo Moon-Virgo Rising-Cancer

MBTI: INPT-T

Asked my friends what colors they’d describe me with & made this:

Favorite anime is either the disastrous life of saiki k or haikyuu!! (leaning towards hq tho)

I don’t have a favorite color but I wear a lot of red and black

Punk/slightly alt style with a lot of graphic tshirts? That’s basically my style

And yeah! I’m sorry if this is really long lol I tend to ramble when I don’t know what to say heh

Spence back again 😅😅 I forgot to attach the pretty color thing my friend told me to make

@spence0112

Hahaaaaaaaa 😅 sorry for the wait but thank you for your patience 😭

Romantic Matchup

Tendou Satori

How Y’all Met

Ight kinda embarrassing

But y’all Met in therapy 🤠

Yup

Group therapy

Legit every time he heard you talk

He was like:

Mood

Felt that

Relatable

So after group he went up to you and was just like

“Hey if you ever need to talk to someone I’m always available!”

And he gave you his digits 😗

Ok fast forward a bit

You we’re having a REALLY bad day

Like the depression was kicking tour ass

And you don’t know why

But you called our boy Tendou

Oop homeboy ZOOMED over to you

He was like do you wanna talk about it

And you said no, you just needed something to take your mind off of your ✨depressive state✨

He remembered you saying something about wanting to learn volleyball

And it was the end of the day... 👀

So he took you to practice with him

It was actually super fun!

He taught you all sorts of moves

And you we’re really impressed by his guest blocking

By the end of practice you felt a lot better

And you actually decided to join the volleyball team

Tendou was super excited to have you as his teammate!

Y’all started to hang out CONSTANTLY

You guys were just super close

So no one was really shocked when you two started dating 👀

They were expecting it actually...

What They Love About You

He loves that he can relate to you

And vice versa

Y’all truly just understand each other

He loves that your willing to battle your depression

It honestly inspires him to kick the rest of his depression in the ass

He loves your style!

He would wear jeans and a t shirt every day if he could

Matching t-shirts 👀 👀 👀

He loves how naturaly caring you are

He can see past the rbf so don’t worry about that

But the fact that you treat people with care and kindness is a plus for him

Favorite Things To Do Together

Ok this could go two ways

Option A is the definition of crackhead things

A lot of midnight shopping trips

A lot of gas station hauls

You get the gist

Or there’s option B

Which Is very chill 🙂

He likes to just stay in and watch anime or read manga with you

So whatever’s more your vibe

But he likes doing both 👀

Random Hc

His favorite anime is Saiki K as well 😗

So that’s the show you two always watch together

You two

Do in fact

Have matching t-shirts

Ahhhh so cute

You guys told your therapy group you were dating 😭

They were surprisingly supportive 👀

Astrology

When Taurus and Leo come together in a love affair, they can be a great couple because they know how to stroke one another’s egos and love to have their own stroked!

They have similar needs: Taurus needs plenty of affection, to be loved and cherished, while Leo likes compliments and wants to be adored and admired.

They’re both extremely loyal and possessive lovers.

Since they have such similar desires, they can generally provide for one another’s needs quite well.

These two Signs both love status and possessions.

They prize physical comfort and luxury; Leo is often flamboyant about attentions and gift-giving, which will greatly please Taurus, who loves the most traditional forms of courtship.

Though they can work together quite well, it’s not all roses between these two; both Signs are very stubborn and must work hard to understand and accept one another.

Overall Aesthetic

2000 Retro

Out of my league - Fitz and the tantrums

Dissolve - Absofacto

Boyfriend - Coin

Wait a minute- Willow

I’m sorry this is just to cute not to add 😭

(NOT MY ART)

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fandom #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu matchups #tendou #tendou satori #tendou x reader #tendou x y/n

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thebluesideofmyworld · 4 years ago

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Let's Fall In Love for the Night

Summary: Will just broke up with his boyfriend. Nico offered some consolation. It ended up with some sort of a confession.

Word count: 2500 words || Rating: Teenage and Up Audiences || Read on AO3

Notes: Heavily inspired by "Let's Fall in Love for the Night" by FINNEAS. The first time I heard this song I could only think of Nico pining for Will. And somehow, watching the MV made me think of Will Solace.

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It was past eleven in the evening when Nico’s phone lit up, Will’s name on the screen. Nico picked it up. Despite the small fluttering in his chest, he forcefully told himself not to feel too excited. It's nothing special. Will could call him any time of the day (or night). They're best friends.

(Didn’t mean that the word friend could sometimes feel so bitter for Nico)

“Hey, ��Sup?”

“Oh, hey. You’re not sleeping yet?”

Nico rolled his eyes. “As if you don’t know about me and my sleeping schedule.”

“Ah, the one that I’ve been trying to fix?”

Nico snorted. This was one of the topics that they have gone through for too many times.

“Hey, Neeks. I know that it’s late…”

“It is.”

Will let out a laugh. The kind of strained, forced laugh. Nico immediately straightened up on the couch.

“Will? Everything’s alright?”

Will didn’t say anything for a while, but Nico could hear his slow, heavy breathing. Nico clutched the phone in his hand.

“Hey, Neeks. Can you come over? I think I need a pick-me-up” Will asked, voice heavy with hesitation and uncertainty. But as Nico stood up, his answer was a firm one.

“I’ll be there in 25.”

***

Nico hated the sight he saw when the door swung open. The tips of Will's lips curled up into a smile when he greeted Nico. But it's the kind of smile that Nico despised. It was a hollow smile, that didn't reach Will's eyes.

“Go get your jacket,” Nico said.

Will raised his eyebrows, still holding the doorknob.

“What?”

“Go get your jacket. We’re going out. Looks like you need some fresh air.”

“At midnight?”

“At midnight.”

Will sighed.

“Okay,” he said. But there was a small smile on his lips.

Nico smiled.

A few minutes later, Will showed up with his blue jacket and blue beanie (it's a nice color on Will. Not that it's important or anything). He had his ukulele in his hand as he walked out of the door.

“Who said you can bring your ukulele?”

Will shrugged as he locked the door. “Well, nobody said that I couldn’t bring it with me.”

Nico rolled his eyes but the small smile on Will’s lips made his heart forgot to beat for a second.

“I’m ready,” Will said, slipping his hands into the pocket of his jacket.

“Come on,” Nico said. “Let’s go and see the stars.”

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There was just something about the lights of the city that gave Nico a sense of calmness. That’s why Nico brought Will here, to the hill on the outskirts of the city. They’re sitting on the roof of Nico’s car, legs dangling down as they gazed at the velvet night sky. Nico stole a glance at Will, who was sitting a few inches from him.

Will was leaning back on his hands, looking up to the sky. His profile under the silvery moonlight looked almost ethereal.

Will took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. Nico quickly looked away.

“I think you already knew what this would be all about, I guess…” Will said, still looking up at the night sky.

Nico hummed.

He already had a guess. A good guess.

(Didn't mean that he would ever stop listening to whatever it was that Will needed to vent about)

(Didn't mean that he would ever stop telling Will that he should've just walked away and left that piece of shit that for some absurd reasons that Nico could never, ever fathom, had this blessing of being Will's boyfriend)

(Also, didn’t mean that Nico would ever tell Will one of the main reasons why it would be really delightful if Will just leave Octavian)

(Why would he ever tell Will that he loved Will, though? Why would he ever tell Will that he would do everything, anything to call Will as his?)

“But you know you can always talk with me about it, right?” Nico said, stealing another glance at Will before mirroring Will and stared at the night sky.

Will let out a chuckle. He took a deep breath and let it out.

“Well, guess what? I think this would be the last time you hear about it.”

Nico snapped his head to Will, eyebrows slightly furrowed. Will was already staring at him, a bitter smile on his lips.

“It’s over. Or should I say, it’s finally over,” Will said, answering the question that Nico didn’t have a chance to ask.

Nico blinked. His brain frantically trying to process what it meant. Should he feel relieved? Should he feel sorry for Will? Should he-

“Is it the part where I said ‘I’ve told you so?” Nico asked.

Will chuckled but said nothing to that. He looked up to the sky again.

“The stars are beautiful tonight,” he said, this time in a lighter tone. As if he didn’t just tell Nico that he just broke up with his boyfriend for two years.

“Do you know that we’re basically made from stars?” Will turned to look at Nico, sparkles in his eyes.

Nico raised his eyebrows. “Really?”

Will hummed as he nodded. “Yeah. So basically, Carl Sagan, a very cool dude, he said that all organic matters, and that definitely involves us since we’re all made of organic stuff comes from stars.” And Will started to ramble about how materials were formed in the sky and big bang theory and stuff like the nerd he was.

Nico loved it when Will was talking some nerdy shit like that. Or maybe he loved that nerdy shit because it was Will the one talking about it.

After a while, it was another silence. But this time, it was like a comfort blanket, embracing them in this sense of calmness under the stars.

“I can actually stare at the night sky forever,” Will said, and let out a long sigh. He took his ukulele, and started playing some tunes.

Nico raised an eyebrow as he recognized the tune.

“I know that song,” he said turning his head to look at Will. Will looked back at him. Under the moonlight, his smile was soft but his eyes twinkled.

“Sing, then.”

Nico snorted. But Will kept his eyes at his.

“Sing for me, please?”

(Sometimes Nico hated himself for not being able to refuse Will whenever he had that look in his eyes.)

Nico rolled his eyes, but Will’s smile got wider as he knew he got what he wanted without even arguing for it.

“Please?”

Nico huffed. “Oh well, only because you asked nicely,” he said, half-hoping that his fake annoyed tone was good enough.

Will smiled.

(Nico wondered whether Will has ever realized that there were stars trapped in his eyes, in his smile.)

Nico took a deep breath, and slowly let it out.

“I'm blind and afraid, the colors of this sound like a shape,” he started to sing. “The feast of words you never could say, and I'm torn apart.”

Nico kept on singing, next to Will who was playing the ukulele. Nico kept his eyes at the dark night, at the twinkling stars.

(Nico wondered whether Will ever realized that when he smiled, it’s like he had stars twinkling in his eyes)

“You got mirth, I got bravado...” Nico sang the last line of the song softly, almost whispering.

And then silence fell again, blanketed them with peace and quiet.

“It’s late,” Nico finally said after a while. He turned his head a little to glance at Will. The blond guy seemed to be deep in thought, staring at the horizon as he held his ukulele close to his chest.

“Will?”

“How have you been doing, Neeks?” Will asked, turning his head to Nico. But this time, his blue eyes had this intensity that almost made Nico forgot to breathe.

“Huh?”

“Tell me about your life. What have you been up to.”

Nico blinked, and then he shook his head a little, bemused.

Next to him, Will continued talking. “I feel like I’ve been such a bad friend for you. For the last couple of months, it’s always been about me and Octavian and how our relationship sucks. We never talked about you. You never told me anything about yourself.”

“Hey, we talk. About work. TVs. Movies. Leo being stupid. About Jason being madly in love with Piper. We talk, Will.”

Will snorted. “No. We talk about me. About other people. We never talk about you, Neeks.”

Nico rolled his eyes. “What’s there to talk about me?”

(Obviously not about he has been pining for Will for so long. Nope. They would not talk about that)

Will shrugged his shoulders. “Anything. Everything. Just tell me things about you.”

“Like what?”

“Like…are you seeing someone?”

“No.”

Once the word fell out from his lips, was exactly when Nico realized he answered it too quickly to make it sound casual. He cleared his throat.

“I mean, no?” Nico cringed when he realized that this time, he made it sound like a question.

“Why not?” Will asked, turning his head to look at Nico, curiosity in his eyes.

Nico stayed silent. Instead of staring back at Will, he fixed his eyes at his black combat boots.

“Have you ever been in love, though?”

Yes. No. Maybe. Nico didn’t know.

Nico lifted his head up as he inhaled deeply. He let it out in a long exhale.

“I don’t know,” he said. (The only thing that he knew was that every time he heard that stupid word he could only think of Will).

There was another silence for a moment, but somehow, somehow Nico could just feel there is this tension between them. Nico carefully angled his neck, stealing a glance at Will. There was this strange, intense expression on Will's face, like he was thinking so hard about something.

“Will?”

“You’re going to hate me for what I’m about to say,” Will said, suddenly turned his head to Nico. And even in the dark night, Nico could see the fiery intensity in those blue eyes.

It made him shiver.

Nico cleared his throat. He schooled his face into the most nonchalant expression that he could. He’s trained for this. Hiding his feeling was something that Nico did really, really well.

“If you’re setting me up with one of your friends again then yes, I would definitely hate you. I’ve had enough of Jason and Percy shoving some random guys to me.”

“No. That’s not it.”

Okay. This was serious. Will was supposed to laugh at the fact that the way Nico's cousins were way too invested in his love life.

Nico’s brows furrowed. “What is it, then?”

Will’s lips thinned into a thin line as he kept his eyes at Nico. That fire in his eyes burned even brighter.

It made Nico’s heart suddenly race and his brain freeze.

“Nico, let’s fall in love with each other.”

Nico’s heart stopped, and lurched into his stomach.

(It was ironically funny, how he had been dreaming about something like this, yet he could not believe it when it happened)

(Did it really happen?)

Nico blinked. Once. Twice.

He shook his head.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“You’re not serious Will.”

“I am. Serious. Really serious.”

Nico stared at Will. His brain froze.

Will bit his lower lip. He shifted a bit. Just a bit. Carefully, he moved his hand, reached out for Nico’s hand and covered it.

Nico wanted to hold his hand back. God, he really wanted to.

He didn’t hold Will’s hand back. He knew better than that. He knew better than giving in to the illusion of calling Will as his.

“I’m serious Nico. I mean it.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Can’t you fall in love with me?”

Nic wanted to laugh and scream and laugh because of how stupid, how absurd that question was.

Can’t you fall in love with me, Will asked, when Nico would do anything, anything for Will.

“Will… This wasn’t the right time-“

Will tightened his hand on Nico’s. “Why?”

Nico shook his head. "Will, you just broke up with your boyfriend. You're emotionally unstable right now. You probably think that you fall for me but then you'll wake up in the morning and regret everything-“

“The only thing that I regret is just that it took me so long to realize.”

That made Nico falls silent. He stared at Will, his heart went back into a crazy race in his chest.

Will squeezed his hand. “Okay, maybe it’s not the only thing that I regret. I regret that I was too stupid to realize that I should have broken up with Octavian a long time ago. I regret that we didn't meet sooner. I just…," Will paused and shook his head. "Oh God, I wish, how I wish that we had met sooner."

Nico’s brain still failed him. Which was stupid. So many things were running in his mind right now yet he couldn’t think of any words to say.

“Can I make you fall in love with me? Or at least, can you give me a chance to try my best to make you fall in love with me?”

Will shifted even closer to Nico now, their shoulders were brushing. He brought Nico’s hand that he’s been holding to his chest. Nico could feel Will’s heartbeat and it was just so surreal, like a fragile, vulnerable dream.

“Can you give us a chance to try? To see if we can fall in love with each other?”

Nico held his eyes at Will’s. At the blue eyes that he had been dreaming of for so many nights.

For over twenty years of his life, Nico had made so many dumb and foolish decisions. Was this going to be just another one of those?

Nico closed his eyes for a moment as he took a deep breath. He opened his eyes slowly. Will was still staring at him with stars trapped in his hopeful eyes.

“This is not going to be something that you will forget in the morning, right?”

Will’s smile was soft and tender as he shook his head.

“No. Mornings are just going to be a reminder of how I have promised that I will show you what I feel for you.”

Nico wanted to say something beautifully eloquent. Something that could make Will understand how much this meant to him. But he knew that words were beyond this.

“Okay,” Nico said. This time he let himself take a chance and held Will’s hand back. “Okay,” he repeated. “Let’s try it. Let’s try to fall in love with each other, from tonight…”

“And promise that we’ll never forget it in the morning light,” Will whispered. He brought Nico’s hand to his lips, and placed a soft, lingering kiss on his knuckles.

Will cupped Nico’s cheek with his other hand. Nico closed his eyes, and as he felt Will’s warm lips over his, he let himself fall into this thing called love.

***

Additional Notes:

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it :). Reblogs, replies or any other feedbacks are much appreciated ALWAYS made my day :')

The lyric that Nico sang was from "epitaph" by Hippocampus. I swear I would write another fic based on that song. (Also please listen to that song. It's just a great great GREAT song)

I find it easier for me to write a fic based on songs. So if you have a song in mind that reminds you of Nico/Will, mind to share it with me? I'd love to hear your thoughts about songs that have the Solangelo vibes!

#solangelo #solangelo fanfic #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo oneshot

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simpsiren · 4 years ago

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hendery x reader

description. Dandelions were said to grant your wishes as you wish upon them. You wished on every single dandelion in the field, praying that one day, your only wish will come true. But what happens when you find out that it brought trouble upon the one you wish for? Is there a solution? Or do you have to continue bearing your unsaid feelings for your best friend like you always did? This is the story of the rose and the dandelion; the story of the mindless flowers

genre. angst, fluff, college!au, heavily inspired by dandelions-ruth b

word count. 5.4k~

warnings. nonee

a/n. hIhIi! i’ve been getting addicted to dandelions by ruth b and this story is inspired by it. but it might also be due to me being in my feels at 2am aNywaYs i feel that dandelions are so magical and hold a deep meaning so i want to express that in this story. hope you’ll enjoy!

A world filled with your imagination. That’s the world you dream to live in. One where you would be deeply in love with your lover in a field of your favourite flower; the dandelion. A world where you experienced love.

But no matter how many romance novels you read, desperately trying to dive into the world of the novel, you would still be dragged back to reality.

Once again you are back in the field of dandelions, crounching down by the sidewalk as you watch the dandelions calmly sway in the wind. You find them sadly beautiful. Being seen as mere weeds while to you, it’s seen as something that could possibly grant your wish.

You pluck a random one off the ground, bringing it up close to your face as a tiny amount of pappus have already been blown away by the impact. You gulp, staring it at for a quite awhile. You took this time to take in the atmosphere, the gentle cold breeze and the white dandelions covering the small patch of land that brings you peace.

Eventually, you close your eyes, allowing your internal voice to speak your wish in your head. It resonates over and over again, the feeling of desperation growing in you with each time. You finally shaped your mouth into an ‘O’, blowing on it lightly till all the pappus have been carried off by the wind.

With tender eyes, you look down on what’s left, letting out a soft sigh as you stand up straight. You adverted your gaze to the field in front of you, a small frown forming on your lips as you whisper, “How many more of you do I have to wish on for it to come true?”

You straighten out your pants and adjusted your bag before heading over to the trashcan and throwing out the dandelion’s stalk, your heart aching ever so slightly as you did so before walking away and heading back home. The wish didn’t leave your mind for a second as the day went on.

“What are you guys doing tonight?” You hear the familiar voice getting closer to your back, along with multiple footsteps. You suddenly feel an arm swinging around your shoulders. You suck air into your mouth, your cheeks puffing up for a moment before blowing it out.

“Got an assignment to write up.” You reply boringly, your head still tilted up to the cafe’s menu above the counter. “Assignment? Or one of your own works?” He asks again. I roll my eyes and glare at him. “None of your business, Lucas.”

Lucas rolls his eyes back at you. Hendery appears beside you, hands in his pockets as he looks effortlessly beautiful while looking at the menu. “What about you, Hendery?” Lucas jerks his arm against his. He puckers his lips and glances to the side before answering, “Out with Julia.”

You look down immediately as those words left his mouth. You feel your heart scrunching up inside you, feeling the same ache that you feel every time you were at the field of dandelions; a feeling you were too familiar with but can never get used to.

You gulp, somewhat pushing your feelings back down, though the churning of your stomach still continued.

“Again?” You raise an eyebrow as you slowly look up to Hendery. A soft smile appears on his face instantly as he nods. “We’re heading to the amusement park. I want to get the stress from the exams off her.” He looks down, his eyes remaining on the floor as he sways and grins cheekily. He even laughed to himself for a quick moment. You know he’s thinking about her

You thought about how cute he looked, the way he’s acting like a little kid in love while he thinks of her. But you also felt your head spin as you knew it isn’t you that’s making him react this way. It felt like another piece of your already shattering heart fell off.

“_____? You good?” Hearing Hendery’s voice, you immediately snap out of your thoughts, seeing him and Lucas looking at you with concerned looks as the three of you arrived in front of the cashier.

“Oh sorry. I’ll have caramel frappe.” You let out. Lucas removes his arm around you and heads in front of you. While he orders the drinks, Hendery had his eyes on you the whole time. Feeling uncomfortable by his weird act, you turn your head to him. “What?” You ask, accidentally letting out a tone of annoyance.

“Something on your mind?” Hendery questions you, his eyes ever so gentle as a very small frown is worn on his lips. You blink once, biting the side of your cheek. You remove the expression instantly, wearing a smile to cover it up. It became a skill of yours to hide your emotions; the ability of wear an expression as quickly as throwing it away, despite Hendery being the closest one to you. Well, not everything about you should be known, regardless of how close of a relationship you have with the people around you.

You, idiot.

“Just thinking of a plot for my story.” You answer simply, fearing of spilling out your feelings if you are to speak any further. “I can help. Want me to come over after I hang out with Julia?” Hendery tilts his head to the side, keeping the same expression that continues to soften your heart.

“You’ll be tired by the time you go home. Don’t bother.” You wave a hand lazily in front of him. Hendery pouts and shakes his head vigorously. Your eyes widen as you lean back, slightly shocked.

“I know you’ll still be awake by then. Anyways, I always help you come up with the best ideas.”

No. Don’t come at three in the morning. Don’t come when my mind and thoughts are the most vulnerable. I can’t let you see me crying about how helpless I feel.

“Fine.” You suspire in defeat, knowing you can never say no to a face that you are all to familiar with. You hated it so much, but you fall for it every time. If you could drive your head into a wall right now, you would.

Midnight falls in the streets of your neighbourhood. You still can’t get Hendery off your mind. Right now, you would’ve been texting him to just head home and that he didn’t have to visit you so late in the night. But something’s stopping you from doing so. You know the reason all to well, but would never be able to admit it.

You didn’t know how long you’ve been sitting at your desk, staring at the screen that only showed the few words you have typed out. Your eyes moves from the words to the bottom right where it showed the time, seeing that it’s two in the morning. You purse your lips into a thin line while you rest your chin on the palm of your hand. Wanting to give your eyes a break, you close them for a moment. But it quickly got interrupted when your phone dings.

You squint your eyes in pain of looking at your screen too much, carelessly slamming your hand on the desk to try finding your phone. Once found, you pick it up and scratch your eyes before reading the notification.

I can’t come tonight. Julia’s drunk and I need to take her home. Let’s plan another day?

“Of course.” You mutter to yourself, switching off your phone and placing it back on the desk. You put your head down, your arms serving as a pillow while you start to sink deep into your thoughts.

And to think I even believe that he’ll come, You thought to youself. It made you chuckle softly. You lift your head up, placing a hand behind your neck and rubbing it gently.

Feeling as though you were trapped, you make your way to the only place you could think of at the moment.

This time you were sitting down on the sidewalk, notebook and pen in hand as you desperately tried to think about anything but Hendery. You tried to think of an idea for your story, but it all ends up having a general topic. Unrequited love.

The tears have finally flown out; the ones you’ve kept in while making your way here. The glistening liquid rolls down your cheeks till it drops onto your notebook, the paper shriveling up as you see it leaving its mark.

You take in deep breaths, wanting to control it but to no avail. You look out to the field of dandelions. How it looked beautiful no matter what time of the day. The night sky setting the tone right as you take in your surroundings and get in your feelings.

You wipe whatever excess you have on your eyes and cheeks, putting your notebook and pen down beside you as you reach forward to grab a dandelion. You hands shake slightly as you bring it in front of you. You heave a hopeless sigh and close your eyes.

As you blew the pappus away, your wish is made. A lump suddenly forms in your throat. It felt like you couldn’t breath. The feelings you’ve bottled up for too long.

Your only hope is that your wish comes true. No matter how long it takes, how many dandelions you wish upon. Just some day...

You didn’t even know how you ended up here. Hendery sitting by your side as you stare off into the field together.

“You want to write about dandelions?” Hendery makes a logical guess, looking down on your notebook and seeing the word dandelions largely scribbled on it.

One side of your lips lifts up slightly. “Yeah. Got anything?” You raise both eyebrows at him. He turns his head back to the front, calming comfortable silience filling the space between you two. You assume he’s trying to think of something.

“What about roses? My favourite flower...” You didn’t answer for a moment, wanting to think about it and clicking your tongue after. “What can be said about roses?”

Hendery lets out a long hum. “What about doing something like Beauty and the Beast? Like having a petal fall every time you lost a chance to confess your love.”

You were confused. While Hendery’s saying those words, you suddenly felt a weird energy. It seems like a mindless idea that he came up with, but his eyes tell another story. You couldn’t put your finger on it as you look at his indescribable expression.

“Or maybe the person plucks out every petal of the rose while wishing to be with their lover that’s out of their reach.”

You scoff, nodding your head. “I can do something with that.” Was all you said.

It oddly resembled your current situation. Wishing to be with someone out of your reach. You never once thought of expressing your feelings for Hendery, ever. You didn’t know what could happen. Your friendship that you treasure so much would be at stake. You could possibly lose Hendery if he doesn’t feel the same way.

“How are things with Julia?” You suddenly ask. You didn’t even know why you did. You are indeed going to have to dealt with a deep stab on the back for this.

“I want to tell her I like her but...” Hendery starts off. You already start to feel it. Your heart shattering slowly as your stomach tightens and your breathing hitches— a large lump forms in your throat.

“She doesn’t seem like she wants to be my girlfriend. I mean we are doing well but she didn’t exactly made it official.”

You sigh, placing a loving hand on Hendery’s arm, making him lift his eyes off the dandelions and to you. You wanted to fall so deeply into his eyes, but this weird aura you feel him radiating was something more important that that.

“Maybe she’s the type to let things flow naturally, not having to form labels on your relationship with her.”

That’s how I would be if I was with you.

“Maybe?” Hendery lifts his shoulders up slightly before bringing it back down and letting out a tender smile. “Would love to see what you can write about roses, and dandelions.” He adds.

You know he’s trying to change the topic. But you went along with it. Though for some reason, why did it feel like Hendery wasn’t talking about Julia? Well he did but, it seemed like there was an underlining context that you couldn’t make out.

Ever since then, you notice that Hendery isn’t being himself. He’s usually extremely bubbly and bright, never failed to make your day with him acting stupid and out of line. You would’ve understand if he’s busy with college but you could tell he was lying about it from the get go. You knew it had something to do with what he said that day.

Refusing to let things slide, you force Hendery to meet you at his apartment today. He’s your best friend. You had to know what’s going on with him.

“You know why I’m here. Talk.”

Hendery doesn’t answer, his body leaned forward as he stares on the floor with his head hung low. You got in front of him, bending down and bringing his face up with your hands. “Does it have something to do with Julia?”

He had a blank expression. But you saw the hidden feeling in his eyes. The exact same look he had at the dandelion field. He nods slowly, gulping as he bites his lower lip.

“What the fuck? What did she do?” You ask, a hint of anger shining through your tone. You didn’t want to show your anger fully, not wanting to scare Hendery.

“She said I didn’t mean anything to her. I was just a bet that she and her friends made.”

Your mouth gapes open. You watch him take deep breaths while closing his eyes. Your eyebrows furrow at the sight as you start worrying that Hendery might cry.

“For a year?! She was in a relationship with you for a year yet it was all for a fucking bet?!” You couldn’t help but scream. Hendery wasn’t fazed by it. His eyes slowly open, meeting yours. He had an intensely intimidating stare for a split second before it softens as he stares at you. Your anger began to subside at the sight of him as well.

“No wonder she never made it official with me. No wonder she wanted to keep it a secret.” Hendery lets out a depressed chuckle.

Just as you were about to reach your hand out to rub his back, your body freezes. You couldn’t move an inch and your stomach suddenly felt sick. You don’t know what’s going on. Hendery instantly realises the state you’re in, going down on the floor to hold you as your body collapses on him.

“What’s happening? _____?! Are you okay?!” Hendery shakes your body vigorously. You start to cough, feeling as though you were about to vomit. You bent over, moving your face away from Jaehyun as your coughing got worse. Jaehyun gathers up your hair, rubbing and patting your back gently.

You thought it’s just you having a bad stomach. But seeing what you vomit out on the floor...

“W-What’s that?” Hendery’s voice shaking as you stumble back at the sight.

A rose petal?

Every night, you would cough up another rose petal. It’s starting to freak you out as the days go by. You didn’t have any other symptoms. You were getting scared. Is it a disease? Could this mean something? You need an answer. And you go to the only person that can help.

“You cough up a rose petal?” Xiaojun asks. He’s the only acquaintance you know who’s taking a medical major so you were desperate enough to meet him right after his class.

You nod your head to answer him. Suddenly, his bright and happy expression grows into a more serious one. It somewhat scares you at the extreme change. “You do know what that means, right?”

You shake your head. Xiaojun sighs and leans forward, hands together and fingers interlocked. “Its the lionaki disease.” He whispers. You didn’t know how to react, since you didn’t know what that is.

“It’s when you start to cough up the favourite flower of the one you love.”

You couldn’t help but gape your mouth open slightly as the realisation that Hendery’s favourite flowers are roses. “What? Why would it be happening? I have someone I like for a long time but it’s only happening now.”

“Because the one you love is going through a hard time.” Your mind instantly went back to Julia. She must have broken Hendery’s heart and is causing all this. “What can I do to fix it?”

“Confess your love and help them get through whatever they’re suffering with.”

You didn’t reply, gulping at his answer. “I can’t.”

“You must.” Xiaojun replies with a gentle and soft tone. “You could die if this keeps up.”

You blink your eyes rapidly, unable to believe what he just said. Will you really die? Must you confess your love? You would never tell about your feelings for Hendery. Never did and never will

What are you going to do?

“There has to be another way.” You demand, eyes fill with desperation as you frown. “None. Your life’s at stake. You can’t last longer than two months since you said it’s been happing for over three. Your condition will start to worsen.” Xiaojun gives an elaborate answer.

You shake your head before leaving Xiaojun clueless as you run away. You need to be at the one place that can keep you calm.

“I could die? What am I to you? I wish on dandelions all of the time for him to be mine. I didn’t say I want to die because of it.” You whine out, a dandelion in your hand as you tighten the grip of its stalk.

“Please... Let there be another solution. If I die, there was no point in me wishing on you my whole life.” You cry in pain, though the tears never seem to come out. You blow on the dandelion, watching the pappus flying away while you throw the stalk to the ground.

“_____!” You hear Lucas’s voice from behind. Turning your head to the back, you see him running to do at immense speed. He stops, leaning forward to catch his breath. He stands up straight, chest still going up and down. He had a really worrisome and concern face on him.

“Hendey. He’s in the hospital.” You blink your eyes. Instantly, you grab Lucas by his arms, shaking him furiously. “Why?!”

“He fainted. I don’t know the details. We need to get there now.”

In the blink of an eye, you run. You start to run so fast to Lucas’s car, with him following behind you as the two of you quickly rush to get to the hospital.

“Did they say anything about it? He has a healthy body. Why would he suddenly collapse?” Your lips quiver as you speak, unable to comprehend the fact that Hendery’s in danger. “I don’t fucking know, okay? Shit this stupid car.” Lucas curses as the swerves the car intensely to get past the slow car in front you. The impact made you almost hit your head on the window.

Lucas runs a hand through his hair in frustration as he tries to speed up as fast as he could. You never seen him this desperate, it really felt scary to you.

The moment you two reach the hospital, you got out at the same time, slamming the door in unison as you only grab your phone and headed in. You ask the counter for Hendery’s room number. 307. You and Lucas quickly catch an elevator to the third floor.

Lucas was fast to spot the room number the moment you step out the elevator. Dashing through the halls, you make your way to the room and slam the door open. Your eyes meeting a shocked Hendery.

The two of you let out a sigh, realising that he’s awake and fine. You were the first to walk up to him. “We were so worried about you. We skipped our next class.” You whisper, gripping onto the handle beside the bed.

Hendery’s hand lifts up, weak and shaking as he places it onto of yours. His touch sent a shock through your body. Something only he could do.

“I’m fine. It’s nothing serious.”

“No, it’s very dangerous.”

A low voice is heard from the door. All your heads turn to the direction in sync, eyes following the doctor who’s walking up to the bed and standing on the opposite side of where you are. “What do you mean?” You ask.

“It’s the dangaki disease.”

You narrow your eyes as a thin line appears between your brows and your forehead crases in confusion. It sounds a lot like the one you have for some reason.

“This is rare to see since not many favour dandelions but whenever a person that could potentially be in love you blows on a dandelion, I assume their wish is to be with you so you end up having pappus flying around you.”

You bite your lower lip intensely, so bad that it might bleed any second. Your thumbs scrape against the handle roughly, trying to keep your composure to its bare minimum. You feel Lucas coming up behind you and placing a hand behind your back. You look up to him, seeing him glancing down at your fidgeting fingers. You immediately move your hands away from the handle.

“I started coughing it out a lot.” Hendery adds on. The doctor nods, clearing his throat. “It means that the person who’s causing this has blown and wish on too many dandelions. We can only keep you on health support, but you must find who is doing it and tell them to stop wishing on them.”

The doctor pushes his glases up the bridge of his nose before excusing himself and leaving. The room is met with silence as everyone tries to take in whatever the doctor has said.

Without a clear explanation to your action, you rush out the room, catching the doctor by running a few large steps ahead and grabbing his coat. “I need information on something.” You say as you let go of his coat and stand up straight.

You watch the middle aged man turning around to face you, a kind smile on his face. “Yes?”

“Dangaki disease. It’s similar to lionaki disease, right?” The doctor nods his head as a reply.

“But lionaki is when you cough out the favourite flower of the one you love when they’re suffering. It could also mean that the one you love might be in love with you as well.” The doctor elaborates on the disease that you’ve already heard from Xiaojun.

“Is there a way to cure it? I know it’s on the same level of danger as dangaki.”

You can only hope that you’ll receive a different answer while the doctor keeps quiet and thinks. “You must confess your love for them or you’ll die.”

Well, shit.

You know it was coming. Your condition got worse and worse everyday, you started to cough up the rose petals so often that it burns your throat. You can only subside it by drinking plenty of water but you know you can’t keep doing that much longer.

You head back to the room, Hendery and Lucas looking at you with confused faces. “Why did you suddenly run out?”

“Lucas... Can you leave us for a moment?” You whisper, head hung low and you walk to Hendery and taking a seat beside his bed. Lucas hums in response, seeing how you look as though something is wrong, but didn’t want to push it by asking you about it. You hear the door closing shut.

“Is there something to talk about?” You hear Hendery voicing out. You sigh, fiddling with your fingers. “I think I know why you fainted.”

Hendery doesn’t reply as a sign for you to keep going. “It’s me. I wish on the dandelions. I’m the one that’s making you suffer.” You glance up to meet Hendery’s gaze. He had a blank expression, or one you couldn’t make out. “The dandelion field...” He mutters.

You gulp and nod your head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I wished on too many dandelions for you.” You sob. You couldn’t help but cover your face in shame, palms tightly pressed against your face as you feel your tears welling up in your eyes yet again.

You feel Hendery’s hand creep my your head, fingers combing through your locks of hair with his loving touch. “You didn’t tell me you were suffering either.” He whispers. You look up at him, confused. “What?”

Just as Hendery’s about to speak, you start coughing again. You know it’s coming. You push Hendery’s hand off you head and run to the toilet as fast as you can. You couldn’t let Hendery know about this.

You hear him shouting your name from outside while you sat in front of the toilet bowl, bringing your hair up with one hand while the other grips tightly onto your thigh, the coughing starting to get worse. You feel your throat burn as you finally let out the rose petal. But you were shocked to find out that you coughed out more than one.

The door suddenly opens, you feel Lucas’s presence behind you as he holds your hair up for you, rubbing your back while you continued to vomit out more. You are able to calm yourself down after sitting on the floor and taking in deep breaths while you pat your chest.

“Why is it roses?”

“Hendery’s favourite flower.”

Lucas looks down on the floor befors tilting his eyes up to you. “I knew it! You like Hendery!”

You smack Lucas’s chest roughly, putting a finger to your lips. “Shut the fuck up.” You threaten him. Lucas scoffs and shakes his head. “Is that why you went to catch the doctor outside? I heard you. I was by the door listening.” You let out a sigh of irritation.

“Never speak of this to him.”

“But why?! You can die if you don’t confess your feelings for him.”

“I’ll find a way. Now help me get up.”

Lucas carries you by your arm and out of the toilet. You immediately let go of Lucas’s grasp as Hendery comes into your view.

“What happened to you? I heard you vomiting? Are you okay? Get a doctor or something.” Hendery trembles over his words as he looks at you with worry.

“I’m fine. Just a bad stomach.” You say with a sense of guilt, unable to speak up to your best friend about your sufferings.

What can you do? You still haven’t own up the courage to confess, let alone admit your feelings. You life is at stake. So is Hendery’s. Your only hope was the dandelions. But wishing upon them has now brought trouble to the one you love.

“Why are you here?” You look down on your drunken best friend. He breathes out, the reeking smell of alcohol filling your nose as you clear away the air and sit down in front of him. “It’s been months, Hendery. You still aren’t over her?”

Hendery laughs out carelessly. “Specifically two months. She’s driving me insane.” He puts up two in fingers, waving it in your face. You grab his wrist and push it down on the table.

Before he takes another shot, he whispers, “One question. Have you seen roses around you?” He gulps the drink down and slam down the shotglass.

“Mm it’s some disease I searched up. Because of my feelings for you... You could be seeing roses up in your sky or some shit like that.” Hendery blabbers, hands swirling around in the air randomly.

You blink your eyes, his words resonating in your head while you try to confirm what he said. “You’re drunk. I’m calling a cab.” You rose from your seat. Before you could even take one step forward, Hendery grips onto your wrist, stopping you.

“Tell me. Roses. You seen them?”

You scoff, running a hand through your tangled hair after having to wake up from your deep slumber to deal with Hendery. “You won’t even remember. You barely do.” You state, knowing his habits well enough.

“Forget it. Just stay with me.” Hendery drags you back down to your seat. You huff, folding your arms and leaning back while you tilt your head and look at Hendery who drank another shot and laughs to himself carelessly.

The next morning, you wake up. Checking your surroundings, you are well aware you’re in Hendery’s apartment. You immediately shot out of bed, walking out of his room and find him sitting on the couch. He turns his head at the noise of his door closing behind you.

“You took me home and slept here. You didn’t drink either.” Hendery didn’t waste a second to answer your unsaid question. “I’ll go home now. See you tomorrow at school.” You grab your bag that you found on Hendery’s couch.

Before you could walk away, the strap of your bag got caught intentionally in Hendery’s hand, pulling you back and falling onto the couch.

“I remember what happened last night.”

You put your bag down on the floor and reach forward to grab the opened can drink on the table, taking a sip. “Doubt it. You were so drunk it’s despicable.” You snort.

“I asked about roses, didn’t I?” He asks, looking up as though he’s reflecting on what he did. You raise both eyebrows and let out a minimal effort smile. “Yeah.”

“You didn’t give me a clear answer.” He remarks with a gloomy sigh.

You click your tongue and nod, fully aware you can never hide it anymore due to his persistent nature that you didn’t want to face. “It’s been happening. I’m well aware I can die.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? You know how fucking serious that is!” Hendery roughly grips a hand on your shoulder and forces you to face him. His face clearly say that he’s extremely mad. But you could tell his eyes were scared.

“It’s because of me, isn’t it? I love you. Me being emotionally weak because of Julia is affecting you.”

You freeze at his words. What’s he saying?

“You love me?” You question with faltered eyes. Hendery bites his lip, glancing down before gathering up courage to meet your gaze again. “I do. I guess I just used Julia as a distraction.”

“You never told me at all.”

“You didn’t either.”

“It’s because I didn’t want our friendship to be at stake!” You shout.

“And I don’t want you to be at stake, _____!” Hendery shouts back, his raising tone making you lean back in fear. He closes his eyes for a moment and take in a deep breath.

“I’m sorry for having you wish on dandelions. I’m sorry you had to wish upon them for me to be yours all this time.” Hendery’s hand slides down from your shoulder and to your hand, interlocking your fingers with his in a soft and loving manner.

“You didn’t tell me I was the cause of your disease too.”

“I didn’t want you to stop wishing on those dandelions. You held such a deep meaning for them. I knew it meant a lot to you. I never want you to give it up for me.”

You stare into Hendery’s eyes. At this moment, can you really now fall into the abyss of his eyes freely? You know he means what he says. You trust him wholeheartedly.

“But now I want to. If it means that I wouldn’t put you in any more danger.”

Hendery pulls you close, your head resting on his chest as you take in his scent. He places a loving hand on your back before he moves his head up to place a kiss on the crown of your head.

“You don’t even have to. Your wish finally came true as of now.”

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bastillewolf · 5 years ago

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Midnight In Sheffield (I)

Pairing: Alex Turner/Reader

Summary: When a soon-to-be-wedded insomniac author heads back home to visit her parents, she comes across the likes of a mysterious musician on her sleepless escapade in the AM.

Notes: Not sure if this is going to work out, but I’ve made the creative decision to write a series of Alex Turner fanfics, going down each album and all most likely lightly based off movies. Like the Grand Tranquility Hotel from the Grand Budapest Hotel, this one is based off Midnight In Paris. No need to have seen either movies to read these fics. It won’t take place around the same time, as Sheffield has been through some stuff in the early 1900s. I will keep it all a bit old-school themed, but just won’t name a specific era, so you can take your own spin on it. I’m not familiar with Sheffield at all, never been there, so I’ll keep locations vague and add the Paris theme a bit in there. Hope you tag along for the ride, and let’s have one for the road.

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Chapter I - AM

“I don’t see how this could be more important to you than meeting my parents,” she grumbled, her voice muffled by the pillow she had planted her face in. The sheets of the bed were soft and had a pristine white colour, much to her dismay. The entire hotel room was much too extravagant to her liking, but it was Mark who insisted on paying extra to make their stay most comfortable.

“Please don’t be difficult now, sweetheart,” her fiancée replied, as he set one of his neatly folded trousers in the dresser on the shelf next to where his ironed shirts hung. “You know how much it means to me to be able to see James and Rachel again after all these years. I’m sure your parents will understand. If not, I’ll beg for their forgiveness.” He dramatically bent down to his knee, as if to gallantly portray his apology, making her roll her eyes.

“That wouldn’t be the first thing you’d have to apologize for. First of all, you’re going to have to tell my dad why you didn’t ask for his permission to marry me-“

“You already said yes!”

She shot him a look. “And secondly, you’re going to have to explain to my mum why you didn’t want to stay at their home. I think she would’ve been very happy to play hostess to the man who’s going to marry her daughter in a few.”

He crawled on top of the bed, his curly brown hair hanging over his face as he hovered above her and kissed her forehead. “I’ll be sure to make up for it. Now, please get changed. We’re having lunch.”

“Please don’t tell me it’s going to be at that ritzy restaurant we went to last time. I’m still not over the way that waiter felt the need to explain everything to me like a five-year-old whilst pointing everything out with his little finger.”

“Well, you can’t speak French, darling. I think he tried his best at explaining the menu to you.”

Her eyes narrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. Just, please stop drooling on the pillow and put on something nice. For me?”

Seeing the convincing puppy look on his face, she gave in with a sigh and a very loud slurping noise as she lifted her head from the pillow, making Mark huff.

Meeting with James and Rachel wasn’t the worst thing in the world, because she didn’t see them very often and they were overall nice people. At least, if you didn’t count every time James tried to be the smartass of the group by giving some random fact about anything and everything they came across, or if you ignored the way Rachel was evidently very flirty and touchy with Mark, or if you turned your head away every time the couple made those wretched kissing noises as they shared what should be an intimate moment.

What Mark had with Rachel was something she could never come between, something she also shared with many good friends of her own. They were the type who would always share that bond with you, no matter how long you hadn’t seen each other, and she could only be happy that Mark still had friends like that.

His work as a lawyer didn’t allow for him to make all that many mates, as most try to stab him in the back just to be able to get that promotion they wanted. He’d often come home with his head hung low after days like that, when loneliness took over the pride he had of his usually exhilarating job.

And thus, as she watched Rachel hug him extra tight, she kept her mouth shut. It was for the best, and it was only one afternoon she had to endure.

But she vowed to herself to not let it happen at her wedding. That was her day. Fuck Mark and fuck Rachel. She wasn’t going to be left alone dancing with James, who seemed to be known for having two left feet, by her own husband. But that was something she’d have to worry about in the future.

Her worries now were trying to translate a French menu without asking a waiter, deciding which fork to use, and refraining from telling James to shut up about the painting that hung behind him, of which he was giving an entirely unnecessarily intricate description.

“As you can see, the painter made sure the flag of the boat is standing diagonal to the man in the front, to make the artwork a treat for the eye with this interesting form of composition. It makes the scene all the more dramatic, wouldn’t you agree?”

Mark and Rachel hummed thoughtfully, but both were looking at the painting as if it was some Professor Layton puzzle they had yet to solve.

“What do you think?” James turned to her directly, catching her off guard. James usually wasn’t one to ask others for their opinion, so she could only guess it was an attempt to test her bare knowledge on the subject to make himself look like the smarter one.

“I think you said it all, James,” she decided to answer with, “I’m afraid I haven’t thought about art in that way since my classes in school. As of now, I have more important things to worry about than what the composition in a painting is like.”

It was low of her, she knew that, but someone needed to teach him a lesson.

“Ah,” James said, seemingly unfazed by her subtle insult, “Now that you mention it, how’s your book coming along?”

She sighed. Of course, he was going to play that card. She could’ve seen it coming.

Being a published writer of a few mediocre novels she’d written back in school, she was still in search for her new muse, and things were getting a bit desperate, to say the least. She had absolutely no idea what her next story was going to be about, finding everything in her life to be inexplicably boring and explicitly dull.

Not so much to say she wasn’t happy. No, she liked being with Mark. But she couldn’t say her life was a real adventure with him, or anyone for that matter. They lived in an apartment in the big city, where Mark had his day job and she her comfortable bed. He’d come home and she would’ve cooked – whatever attempt it was each time – and cleaned, and perhaps even written down a page or two only to never look at it again.

“Oh, you know. It’s getting there,” she lied, “Inspiration is lacking a bit these days, unfortunately.”

“I’ve always found inspiration to be a bit of a myth,” James said thoughtfully, “Why is it exactly that one particular thing that’s so inexplicable yet so necessary to create something? It seems a bit… I don’t know, like an excuse for some writers. I’ve heard many talk about it seriously, and many call it pure laziness. But then again, I wouldn’t really know much of the matter.”

There was the comeback.

She smiled tightly. “No, you wouldn’t. I can agree that some writers use it as an excuse to hide their laziness, as I find that a lot of characters write their own stories as soon as you sit down and start typing. However, inspiration is indeed something vague, and could be considered a writer’s virtue or downfall. It’s however you approach the subject, and however you try to deal with it or rationalize it as an artist.”

“You’re right, I shouldn’t have even mentioned it. I wouldn’t know much about it, since I’m only an art consultant, after all.” He threw his hands up degradingly.

Fucker.

“Oh, come on, let’s not be so childish. All of our work is equally as important, as long as we’re happy doing it,” Rachel intervened, before raising her glass, “Here’s a toast to inspiration and art!”

Though she was relieved the argument was over and the attention drawn away from her, she couldn’t help but feel that familiar itch from the downgrading undertone in Rachel’s voice. Call it jealousy if you might, but she wasn’t one to let something like that slip from her mind, however many years may pass.

“So, if I may be so bold to ask,” Rachel continued, and the writer had almost collected her guts to blatantly reply with a ‘no’ when the woman was already speaking again, “What are your plans after the wedding? Are you moving? Already thinking about having kids? No pressure, of course.” She laughed with a pitch so high it nearly shattered the wineglass she was bringing to her lips to pieces.

“Oh, she always gets a bit icky talking about having kids,” Mark chuckled, “But if it were up to her, we’d be moving to some remote village in the outskirts of France, living in a tiny apartment until we grow old and turn to dust.”

She shrugged at her fiancée, “Doesn’t sound all that bad to me.”

“That’s because you came up with it.”

“Don’t you want to be closer to your friends?” Rachel asked, “Why move to the middle of nowhere, when you have everything out here?”

“I don’t know. I guess because of the peace and quiet. A simple life, with the bare necessities.”

“I wouldn’t have protested if it wasn’t for my job,” Mark added, which was a blatant lie. She’d heard him cut off her dream many times over for many different reasons. “Unfortunately, my French isn’t good enough to be a lawyer, and certainly not in the outskirts somewhere.”

“I thought you barely spoke a word of French, anyway?” James asked her.

“I know, but I would learn it there. It would be a part of the adventure.”

He snorted, “I’m sorry darling, but adventure is for children. It’s time to grow out of that. Perhaps you should find something you like in a proper job.”

She’d prompted to walk back to the hotel, through the rain, as Mark, James and Rachel – mostly Mark – had tried to convince her to share a cab with them. But no way in hell would she spend another unnecessary moment with that couple, and Mark knew better than to follow her out, for she would only be walking too quickly for him, and he would have quietly trailed after her the whole way back.

So, when she finally reached the building, he allowed her to soak in the tub for a few hours before finally approaching her.

“He has a point, you know.”

The look she gave him was an evident warning, yet he still had the guts to continue. “I’m not saying you should stop writing. I know that’s your passion. But, I’m asking you to maybe find something that could come close to that in the meantime, at least until you find something to write about. And perhaps, after we get married-“ he kissed her wrinkly palm, “-we could afford ourselves a nice vacation cot somewhere in the outskirts of France, and we could visit it as often as we’d like.”

She pursed her lips, turning her eyes away from his pensively. “I’m not sure your job would allow that. Your vacation days would be limited, and my desires to go on a holiday always growing.”

He smiled gently. “I’m sure we could work it out after I get that promotion.”

She looked at him, her eyes slightly glossy. “I just don’t want to feel like I’m giving up.”

“You’re not giving up, sweetheart. You’re only taking measures to be able to do the things you like, and when things are going well you can set your priorities straight. It’s the better thing to do.”

Her mind might be relieved to hear this solution, but her gut remained ridden with unease.

“Mark? Are you coming?” she called out, her hand hovering over the doorknob of their room.

“I’ll be right after you!” she heard him say, “Work is phoning me, you go ahead. I’ll take the next cab.”

“Alright, but don’t be too long!”

They were supposed to meet with their parents that evening to share the big news, but after hugs were shared and multiple cups of tea were had, Mark still hadn’t shown. She was beginning to grow worried when he didn’t pick up his phone, and even went as far as to step outside to frantically see if the connection was better.

After eight missed calls, she finally reached him.

“Can you believe it?” she heard him slur, “I stepped into the same cab as James! We’re at the pub, you should come join!”

Hearing faint noises of protest from others on the other end of the line, she quickly grew more and more bothered. “Mark, we were supposed to see my parents tonight.”

“Oh, we can see them again tomorrow! I figured you needed some catching up to do.”

“You could’ve joined in on that catching up, as they’ve barely seen you three times over the past four years we’ve been together.”

“Please don’t be like that sweetheart, you know I adore your parents. In fact, I’ll come over right now if that’s what you-“

“No,” she quickly cut him off, not being able to stand the mental sight of her parents having to deal with her drunk fiancée. “You know what, have fun. I’ll stay at my parents’ for the night.”

“Sounds like fun! Call me-“

She’d hung up the phone before he could finish his sentence, and had dropped to her knees as she felt her bottom lip tremble. Not wanting to alert the neighbours, she quickly forced her numb legs to work again and strode in the direction of town, a walking route she usually took whenever she was upset when she was young. She sent a quick text to her mum, telling her she’d meet again with them tomorrow and explain what happened. She really couldn’t be bothered right now.

Tears streamed down her face at the thought that her feet were so unwilling to go back to face her parents, who she’d have to disappoint yet again with a disappearing soon-to-be son-in-law. It wasn’t that she couldn’t tell her parents about her problems, it was the thought of disappointing them once again with a mistake she was making.

A horrible, horrible mistake.

She was no longer aware of which way she’d gone, as all shops around her seemed unfamiliar, yet she could’ve sworn she hadn’t messed up any turns in her route.

Wherever she was though, was a beautifully quaint, with antique streetlights and a cobbled road. Shop windows held curtains made from white lace, and showed off vintage clothes and items for a real bargain.

Must be one of those vintage sales, she figured, as her eyes grazed along cars with brands that were so old she couldn’t remember the names of them. Stores like these must attract the more interesting people with vehicles like those.

It was when she saw a polished and brand-new-looking typewriter in one of the windows, she paused. Above it, she saw her own reflection; a puffy reddened face stained with an ongoing array of tears.

“I really hope you’re not crying because you want that typewriter so awfully bad,” a voice spoke.

She whipped around, coming face to face with a man who was giving her a kind look. His eyes were hazel, matching the brown suit he wore, and his head shaved to a buzzcut. He had sharp features, and still looked awfully British.

“I- Uh… No, I’m not,” she stuttered, trying to wipe the waterworks away with her sleeve.

The man then held out a folded cotton handkerchief to her, along with a smile as an attempt to cheer her up. She gratefully accepted both.

“Not any bloke I’d need to beat up, is there?”

She laughed blubberingly, “I don’t think that would be the solution to my problems, but thank you.”

“Thank god,” he huffed, “Because to be quite honest, I can’t throw a punch for the life of me. I would’ve had to ask one of my mates to do it for me, and cheer him on as he’d won my own fight.”

“I don’t think that would count as your fight,” she chuckled.

“Defending a lady’s honour is always my fight,” he replied. He shook his head, “Apologies for the rudeness, miss. Haven’t even properly introduced myself. I’m Miles.”

She gave him her own name, “and it’s nice to meet you, Miles. May I ask what you’re doing about this late?”

He gave her a strange look, “Why, it’s the perfect hour, why wouldn’t I be about? The night has only just started, and one of my close mates is preforming in the pub nearby. Want to join?”

She only took a moment to hesitate, before wilfully agreeing. “Sure.”

#Arctic Monkeys #Alex Turner #Alex Turner x Reader #Matt Helders #Miles Kane #TLSP #The Last Shadow Puppets #Nick O'Malley #AM #TBHC #Jamie Cook #Wpsiatwin #Humbug #Suck It And See #Fanfiction

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stydiaeverafter · 5 years ago

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Not all heroes wear capes

Pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Characters: Evan “Buck” Buckley, Eddie Diaz, Christopher Diaz

Rated: T

Words: 2k

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Summary: What Buck thought was an ordinary Thursday night, soon changes into something much more when feelings for his best friend are exposed.

A/N: I've recently fallen into watching 9-1-1 and am obsessed. Right away, I felt the chemistry and love between Buck and Eddie. I love the family feels I get when I watch them with Christopher. So I added three of my favorite elements in my first Buddie fic. I know it won't be the last time writing for them! I hope you enjoy it!

It was an ordinary Thursday night.

Buck had invited Eddie and Christopher over for pizza and movies. They had ordered the supreme of course, which Eddie had all but inhaled, and a small cheese pizza for Chris.

They were watching Marvel movies and talking about who their favorite superhero was. Chris picked Spiderman because he liked that everyone saw him as ordinary but he was so much more. Eddie picked Iron Man, most likely because of the ties to the extreme situations he had been through in his life. And Buck picked Captain America, of course; it was an easy choice to make.

Halfway through Infinity War, Chris had fallen deeply to sleep. Buck loved having his buddy here. He liked making sure he was always safe. If he was being honest, he loved the kid. Chris had helped inspire him in more ways than one. He was the greatest miracle.

The second greatest miracle was his best friend. He had been so grateful to have met someone like Eddie Diaz. They had clicked from...almost the moment they had met. It took some thawing, but they were now inseparable.

But if he was being honest again, he also loved his best friend...as in...he was in love with Eddie. Buck hadn’t known exactly when it had happened, but now that it had, it was like falling asleep. It was effortless. Natural.

They had spent years getting to know one another, and every moment was special to Buck. When Chris had been away at camp, and both Buck and Eddie had been missing him like crazy, they hung out practically every night for weeks to soothe the ache.

Over that course of time, Buck caught himself staring more at Eddie. Those lingering glances would hover over the guy’s lips, fingers, hair, nose. When he realized what he had been doing, he wanted to kick himself. But it wouldn’t stop. He had tried to go on a random date, but it was no use. These feelings wouldn't go away. It wasn’t some new development either he had realized, it was just finally coming to the surface.

However, he had no idea if it was one-sided. At times, Buck thought that maybe Eddie was feeling what he felt, especially when the guy looked deep into his eyes the way he did. But even if Eddie did feel something, Buck felt as though he was being a coward. He didn’t want to take the risk of losing the relationship he had for something that wasn’t a promise of being reciprocated.

For Buck, the realization of his past happened when he knew he had fallen in love with Eddie. It had been this way for him all along. But he had ignored the inner urges over the years and slept with tons of girls as Buck 1.0. Luckily, Abby with her kindness and good heart had helped him to grow. Wear less of a mask. And while he still was attracted to women, he was deeply in love with the man sitting next to him.

It was starting to cloud everything though. To the point he thought maybe putting distance between them was the next step, although he didn’t want that at all. This realization within him started to make him anxious, irritable, and quiet, something he never was. He didn’t know how to pretend anymore, not when all he wanted was to truly be with Eddie in every way.

He wanted to be a part of their world. And the thought that someone else would come into Eddie’s life and have that privilege, hurt more than he could stand.

Getting out of his head, he took another swig of his beer and looked at the clock. It was almost midnight. They had been watching movies for hours. He took a deep breath and pretended to act normal as he looked over at Eddie, “You guys can stay the night. It’s late and he needs sleep.”

“You sure?”

“Of course, the couch is big enough for the two of you. Besides when he was gone you spent the night a lot.” Memories that Buck couldn’t get out of his head and that he had replayed up in his bed nights after yet creating a different type of scenario of Eddie spending the night.

Eddie nodded, “Thanks, Buck.” But instead of looking grateful, his best friend looked down at his hands, worried lines covering his brow.

“You okay?”

Eddie looked over at him, that beautiful face that Buck was so attracted to etched with worry, “I feel like I should be asking you that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Eddie drawled, “that you’ve seemed uptight all night like something is bothering you. Actually, for the last few weeks, it seems. Even at work. I thought it was just because you were missing Christopher like I was, but now that he's back, you're still acting like something is wrong. What’s going on?”

Damn. Buck had tried to hide how he was feeling, but it was getting harder and harder to fade away. Especially when they were both single and he had finally had some deep closure with Abby. “Uh, nothing, man. I’m not sure what you mean.”

“You’re lying to me.”

“Excuse me?”

Eddie rolled his hazel eyes, “Please Buck, you act as if I don’t know you or somethin’. This is me we’re talking about, us, whatever it is you can tell me.”

Us. If only Eddie knew how that word haunted Buck in every waking hour. Anxiety started to overcome him as Buck removed himself from the couch, and hopefully the situation. “Nah, I promise. I’m fine.” He walked into the kitchen and started to clean up dinner.

He looked over to see Eddie putting a blanket over Christopher and turning off the TV. Eddie wasn’t going to give up on this conversation. That much was certain. When his best friend had his mindset on something, he followed through every single time. Buck just wanted to get the hell out of there before he did something stupid.

Turning on the sink, he started washing the dishes as if that would somehow wash away his feelings. Nothing would do that.

He felt a heavy hand on his shoulder, and he closed his eyes from the touch of it. God, he wanted to embrace that touch. The few times they had hugged, he had clung on for dear life not really understanding why. Now he understood, more than he cared too.

“Evan,” he heard his name whispered and he trembled from the thrill of it coming off of Eddie’s lips, “Please...talk to me.”

The way Eddie had begged, made Buck tremble even more. God, he just wanted to hold Eddie in his arms.

He shut the running water off and turned around. Eddie was so close to him that his heart pounded like a drum inside his chest.

“I can’t…” Buck replied sadly as he breathed out. “Just let it go, okay?”

Eddie finally nodded after searching Buck’s face, “Okay, if that’s what you want. I’m just really worried about you.”

Great. Now he was being pitied, something he definitely didn’t want or need. Anger flared in his body. “Because you’ve always been so open with me.”

Eddie frowned and his mouth fell open in surprise, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” Buck groaned, wanting nothing more than to end this conversation. “Honestly, just forget I said anything.”

“No, please,” Eddie pushed with a flicker of anger as well, “If you have something to say and want to throw punches, I’d rather you just say it to my face upfront.”

Fine. I guess we’re doing this, “I feel like half the time I don’t know what you’re thinking, and when I ask, you push me away. You’ve pushed me away for a while now.”

“Kind of like you’re doing now?”

Buck nodded, grabbing on to Eddie’s thick wrist, which was now pinning him closer up against the sink. How was it possible that they were getting closer and closer within this small space? “Guess so.” He looked over Eddie’s shoulder to see if their loud whispers had woken Chris up.

The little boy was still fast asleep on the couch.

“Well,” Eddie exclaimed with a bit of desperation Buck hadn’t seen in some time, “maybe we should both be honest with one another for a change. You can start with what’s really bothering you, then I’ll gladly answer any question you want.” When Buck didn’t answer, Eddie frowned and bit his lip, “I know it involves me in some way, so just tell me, Buck!”

Buck didn’t know if it was the way Eddie bit into that bottom lip of his, the way his body was up close to his, or the fact that Eddie was pushing for answers and he was tired of hiding it from the guy, but Buck’s body responded and he closed the distance between them.

His lips crashed onto Eddie’s and he roughly kissed the guy he loved most in the world. It was a reaction to the wanting and needing he had had for Eddie for so long. His lips slid across his best friends and it was like breathing for the first time in forever.

When he came to what he was doing, he quickly pulled away. Eddie’s mouth was still hanging open, a bit red from Buck’s kisses, and his eyes were wide with shock.

Neither spoke for what felt like a very long time.

Buck had to break the silence, he was the one who made the move, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” He looked down to his feet from the silence, feeling so uncomfortable he wanted to cry. What in the hell had he just done? He was going to lose Eddie...and Christopher. Tears started forming in his eyes; he was helpless to stop them.

That was when he felt a soft touch on his chin, as Eddie lifted his head up gently to meet his gaze, “I’m not sorry. I’m glad you did.”

Buck looked at Eddie and blinked several times, tears falling down his face. Eddie wiped them away off of his cheeks with his thumbs as he held Buck’s face.

“You are?”

Eddie nodded, his face full of emotion, “Yes, I am. You did what I didn’t have the guts to do.”

Buck trembled, not for the first time, “Do you… um, you wanted to kiss me?” He was fumbling his words like an idiot, but he didn’t care. He felt as if this had been a dream, one he would wake up from at any moment.

“For a very long time,” Eddie responded truthfully, his eyes never leaving Buck’s face. It felt as if Eddie were seeing him for the first time. “I didn’t realize you might feel the same way.”

“I do…I always have, for as long as I can remember.” As the words finally left Buck’s mouth, he felt as though a heavyweight had been lifted off of his chest.

“You...you never said anything,” Eddie swallowed breathing heavily as if he had run around the block.

“I was scared,” Buck said. If he was going to start being honest, then he was just going to let it all out. Better now than later. He didn’t want to sit with his regrets of what might’ve been. “I didn’t want to lose my best friend.”

Eddie quickly shook his head, “You could never lose me.”

Inhaling deeply, Buck grabbed on tightly to his best friend’s shoulders. “Really?”

Smiling, Eddie put his own hands onto Buck’s waist and held on just as tightly, the feeling of it making Buck spiral in happiness, “Truly.” His smile suddenly disappeared, and Buck was scared he was waking up from the best dream he had ever experienced. “I’m sorry I never said anything either. I wasn’t going to act on my feelings for you. I guess…I was scared I was going to lose you, too. You are the greatest thing to have come into my life.” He paused and looked behind him at Christopher who was smiling in his sleep, “Well, the second-best thing.”

“Amen to that,” Buck replied with a smile as he looked at his little buddy.

“I mean it though,” Eddie said, looking back Buck’s way, “You have added so much to both of our lives. He really loves you.”

Buck nodded with a grin, “And I love him.” Then he looked deep into Eddie’s beautiful eyes and confessed everything, “I love you, too.”

“As... in love? Or just love in the general sense?” It was beyond cute to see his strong Eddie look flustered in this way. “Okay, that sounded like we are in fourth grade or something. Do you like, like me?”

They both laughed and kept hold of each other.

But then it grew serious at what the origin of the original question asked. Buck moved his hand and gently caressed Eddie’s soft skin of his cheek, “I’m in love with you, Eddie Diaz. I always have been and I always will be.”

Eddie closed his eyes briefly and shuddered a breath out. Slowly, he opened his eyes, “I’m in love with you, too, Evan Buckley.”

Staring at each other, and both trembling in anticipation, they moved towards each other. Slower this time around. When their lips brushed together it was a promise of something more. It was unique and different, but so special.

Their kiss grew deeper as the minutes went on, and Buck opened his mouth as Eddie’s tongue caressed his. He couldn’t help the moan that escaped. His hands traveled from Eddie’s face to his hair, and his fingers massaged and grabbed on. Now it was Eddie’s turn to moan as he kissed him in a frenzy.

Buck moved his hands and pulled Eddie even closer by his waist as their jeans rubbed together. The desire was unreal and Buck had never felt this type of hunger before.

However, he opened his eyes for a second and saw Christopher still on the couch. He pulled back and Eddie gave him a quizzical expression. Then he saw where Buck was looking and turned to look at his son. “He’s fine. He’s probably dreaming of superheroes.”

They both took a minute to catch their breath, never letting go of each other. Eddie looked back into Buck’s eyes and gave him the most beautiful smile nodding towards him with a look of wonder, “I guess not all superheroes need a cape after all.”

“Oh,” Buck teased as he kissed Eddie on the cheek softly, “I have one… you just can’t see it.”

“Maybe I’ll just have to look a bit harder then,” Eddie murmured seductively eyeing Buck’s bed up above. Desire coursed through Buck’s veins. He had never wanted anything more. He knew he needed to probably wait, take things a bit slower...but he felt as though he had waited a lifetime for this already.

He looked at Eddie as if to ask if he was thinking in the same way, but Eddie replied by grabbing his hand, clearly leading the way to what they both needed and wanted.

As they slowly made their way upstairs to the loft to continue what they had started, they heard, “What happened to Iron Man?”

They paused at the stairs to find Christopher rubbing his eyes sleepily. Eddie looked at Buck who smiled sheepishly and shrugged. They were not going to leave their little superhero hanging.

Buck and Eddie made their way back to the couch, sitting on both sides of Chris, and turned the movie back on even though it was way past the little boy’s bedtime. Christopher moved up close to Buck and put his head against his chest as he watched, yawning wide.

Buck smiled at the love he felt at that moment. He squeezed his little buddy tightly, who looked up at him with a big toothy grin. Then continued watching the movie. Buck then looked over to see Eddie looking back at the two of them; his eyes shining with the same expression he knew he was wearing. Love.

Their hands found each other on the back of the couch, and their fingers intertwined. What started out as an ordinary Thursday night, was no longer just an ordinary night at all. It was the beginning of a new life for him, for the three of them.

Buck couldn’t help feeling like the luckiest human on earth.

#buddie #buddie fic #buck x eddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #911 fox #9-1-1 #my fic #9-1-1 fic #friends to lovers #love declarations #falling in love #romantic fluff #family feels

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 5 years ago

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Mount Everest Ain't Got Shit On Us (Fezco X Fem!reader, Part 15.) - The Final Problem, Part 1.

Description: You were always told that your life will be as you wish it to be if you’ll study enough. That it will pay off if you work hard. And some people were given you like a scary example of what will happen when you don’t obey. But sometimes it feels good to disobey.

A/N: Inspired by the song I Mean It by G-Eazy and Remo.

Warnings: Really important character arc and development surrounding Fran.

Word count: 2 K

Read the rest here, babe: PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 PART 9 PART 10 PART 11 PART 12 PART 13 PART 14

Masterlist and declaration: H E R E

Tagging: @charmed-asylum, @jeyramarie, @pantherxrogers, @analia-analia-analia

You know... I should tell you something. I feel like it's appropriate. It's time. I may have told you in the first place, but fuck me. I'm not perfect. Neither is anybody around me. Neither is you.

I'm you. I'm the part of your head which still believes in the better days. The one who keeps telling you to survive the end until the end, until the last ringing, until the last minute of your work time. I'm the part of you who tries to warn you about things that are coming and that will be bad for you.

But you know, baby. These things happen. I can't predict the future. Neither can you, neither can your sis or bro, neither can your mom. So when the rollercoaster goes downhill, I'm basically helpless and my hands are tied. We failed. And I can't save the situation. And trust me, it's the worst feeling on the planet, seeing you suffer.

But sometimes even I can't help you.

A knock on your window could be heard just five minutes after midnight. You weren't asleep at the time, only listening to some songs with a melancholic smile on your lips.

But that knock had wakened you up completely. It wasn't swift nor easy, so it wasn't Fezco or Rue. Instead of them, you found Fran there, not even able to stand on her own feet. You watched her and gulped, listening to the quiet house. She was drunk again. You closed her eyes and exhaled, opening the window slowly and helping her crawl into your room.

You listened to the house a bit in case you've wakened up your parents, but the house was totally quiet as Fran laid down on your bed. You watched her and prayed for her not to do any particular bullshit at that time. You loved her, you did, but you didn't like drunk Fran a bit.

She was like a random machine, she could do anything, she was feeling invincible like a Superman and you couldn't tell her otherwise.

You lived through many of her phases, either drunk or sober, drugged or almost clinically dead. You knew what your older sister was capable of when she was drunk as fuck. Maybe even high. Maybe both. You watched her in silence with a furrow on your face.

"Come 'ere, shithead." - She opened up her arms and invited you to cuddle with her. You did, but you could feel her intense stench. She smelled like vodka and cigarettes combined with some weed. - "Ugh, I love to cuddle yo, yo so soft." - Fran hummed into your hair and smiled. Parents never saw her shitfaced like that.

You were keeping her drunk ass out of trouble, keeping her low and quiet. That's what you needed to do that time as well.

"Fran, you're saying that because you're drunk." - You hugged her back and cuddled to her side.

"Also I heard somethin' funny, yo wouldn't believe." - She raised on her elbow, playing with your hair. If only you could tell what shit train just arrived at the station.

"Okay. Surprise me. What's that?" - You rose your eyebrows and let her hand caress your hair.

"I heard dat... Oh, dis is funny, sis. I heard dat there's a youn' girl smugglin' for Fez. Would ya believe?" - Fran smiled silently. Your eyes shut open and your face froze when you watched in visible confusion. Slowly, you sat up, furrowing at her. How could she know? How could she hear that? - "I heard dat the girl is somethin' like his drug princess or what."

Yeah, you did that just to try it and to help your boyfriend in something similar to an existential crisis, but that was all. You tried some drugs with Fezco, that was true as well, but you weren't a junkie. What the fuck? How could she find out? Did somebody saw you and Rue? Bullshit.

But who told her then?

In one way or another, you hated her gaze. She was looking at you like she was the better one. Like she knew better. Fucking Fran.

"I don't have a clue what you're talking about, Fran. Lay down and sleep, you're drunk. I won't tell parents." - You stood up from the bed intending to throw up in your small bathroom. Your head felt dizzy as your pressure got higher. That was a fucking nightmare.

"I don't fuckin' care. You can tell 'em, but just take a look at yo own ass, sis." - She sat up and watched her down. You were gripping one of the cabinets so you could remain on your own feet. - "Fezco ain't any good news for yo, sis. Yo better get yo ass far away from him."

"Listen up. We've been here many times, Fran. It's just you and your godlike fucking complex again. Leave me the fuck out of it." - You pointed your finger at her. Yeah. Fran was talking you down on shit daily. She just did that.

She had the feeling that she has the upper moral hand over - since she fucked herself up, she tried you to be better than her. But you were sick of that. Fran just told you what you can do or can't do. And that was the moment when you just snapped.

Fran was a fucked-up person. And you knew that for a long time now. But you loved her even through that. At least you tried to love her.

Weed addiction? Her fault, not yours. Her alcohol addiction? Her fault, not yours. The feeling in her head that told you she needs to fuck her consciousness off the boundaries until she lies in her own vomit without even having an idea what's happening around her? Her need to take hardcore drugs? To be high on LSD or coke? Again, her fault - not hers.

Yeah, you weren't the saint either - you started to smoke weed with Fez from time to time, sometimes he brought you a little hallucinogenic surprise to take your fucking on a whole another level - but you didn't shove any of it into her fucking face or tried to tell her that she can't do it.

You would never do that. Those were your own little addictions, your own little failures which you learned from. Not hers.

Fran needed to learn where the boundaries laid. And you were just sick of her basically directing your life. You learned a lot of fucked-up through your relationship with Fez. You had a lot on your own mind. She didn't need to add up even more.

"I fucking have done that. I snuggled a package. And why the fuck should you care about any of that in the first place? It's been the worst thing I've ever done and I told Ash and Fez that I'm never ever doing that again." - You whisper-shouted at her, ready to scream at her at any given moment.

You didn't fucking care that you will wake your parents up. You didn't care that they'll see Fran in her current state and that they'll be extremely upset after her four months on rehab. Or that she would probably go there again. For a much longer time because she definitely had some drugs in her blood flow.

"Do you even know how much and how long I was arguing with Fez after that? We could barely talk to each other for three weeks after that." - You took your pillow and threw it on the ground. You needed to throw something around and you didn't want to make too much noise or worse, broke something.

"But guess fucking what. You're going to laugh now, okay?" - You came to her and looked her in the face. Fran sat there, her mouth open and she hadn't got any words for you. She just didn't know what the fuck should she tell you.

"I am not you, sis. I know where is the line between addiction and relaxation. I can stop myself after one try. I am not a fucking junkie like you are, Fran. I am not you." - Great. Now tears were streaming down your cheeks because Fran was crying too. Your words seriously hurt her like nothing else could. - "And because I'm not you, can you just stop pretending you understand everything way better than I can? Can you stop telling me what should I do and what shouldn't I? Because guess what, Fran. It's fucking annoying the living shit from me."

You didn't know what happened at all, your consciousness probably turned off when Fran pushes your body with all the strength she had and you fell down on the cabinet. With whining, you sat back up and felt as the hot blood streamed down from your temple. You started to cough as you sat up and it felt like you're really about to vomit.

Fran stood there with hands over her mouth, tears were streaming down her cheeks as she started to kneel down to nurse you. She was whispering apologies. She has done that. She fucking hurt her baby sister for telling her the truth she already knew.

But you pushed her off of you and then you both looked at the door. Your mom tried to come in, but your door was locked again - so she politely knocked on it. Fran froze down from fear and looked at you, begging you not to say anything. She knew what would happen after that - doctors, your parents being angry, four walls of the rehab center, therapeutics, group sessions, pills.

"Are you okay, honey? I heard a loud bang." - Your mom asked though the door as she yawned.

You should tell her what happened in that room that night. You should. But you loved Fran. And you didn't want her to be hurt so much.

"I'm... I'm fine. I just went to the bathroom and slipped on a t-shirt which I forgot to pick up. Sorry for waking you up, ma!" - You answered loudly and Fran started to cry even more, but still quietly, as you picked your ass up from the floor.

"I told you that you should clean up your room. Love you, goodnight." - She said with a smile in her voice and left your door as you started to put on your clothes. Some sweats and a sweatshirt should do, you told yourself.

"Love you, goodnight!" - You screamed back and put on the old Vans shoes from the time you thought that you're a big skateboard wizard and which you kept under the bed since you started to creep out from your window.

"Where the fuck are you goin'?" - Fran asked as she watched you opening the window leading into your garden. - “I tell ya that it’s freezin’ outside and it’s gonna get worse asshat.”

"I don't know yet. Maybe Rue's, maybe Jules's and maybe Fezco's. I'll see how I feel on the way." - You crawled into the window and let your feet hang from it. - "Stay in my bed until the morning. Then we'll talk. Shut up and they won't find you." - You gave her a piece of advice and left, taking your bike and riding into the downtown.

You already knew where you're going. You drove to that place without even thinking about the road in front of you. Your crying hasn't changed anything, you knew every hill, every bump and every tree alongside the road.

Of course, it was Fezco's place.

Only if you knew that there won’t be any morning in which you two could actually talk it through.

#rue bennett #euphoria #euphoria hbo #jules vaughn #jules euphoria #fezco x reader #fezco euphoria #fez euphoria #fezco hbo #fezco imagine #Mount Everest Ain't Got Shit On Us #The Final Problem part 1.

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girls-scenarios · 5 years ago

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Heyy ik request are closed but just in case I want to ask Nayeon and Jeongyeon (twice) prompt 13 from list 2 annddd chuu and yves (loona) prompt 5 from list 5 + prompt 11 from list 1

Loona’s Yves and Chuu / Halloween Prompts

5. There are like six Halloween parties on the same street and I show up at yours by mistake, but you invite me to stay anyway. + 11. “I have to kiss someone before midnight.”

Admin Kiwi

A/N: Since I could only answer this prompt with one scenario, I decided to go with Yves and Chuu (since I had more inspiration for that prompt.) Sorry for taking so long and I hope you enjoy!

Yves hadn’t wanted to get anyone else mixed up in this mess, as this was her curse, but she was getting desperate. Another Halloween had rolled around, and she once again had to find a party to go to. The last few Halloweens, it hadn’t been that hard to just show up at a friend’s party and kiss some random drunk party-goer. But it was getting harder and harder to find someone new. The curse didn’t allow re-dos.

That was how she ended up here. She’d been looking for a certain house: a friend of a friend had said there was a huge college party being thrown there, and she’d figured that was her best choice. But as it turned out, every house on the street was throwing a raging party. Yves couldn’t decide if it was her lucky night or her downfall as she headed up the steps of a house she hoped was the right one and rang the doorbell.

As soon as the door opened, she was pretty sure she had the wrong place.

“Hello! Who are you?” The girl at the door was adorable, dressed in a penguin onesie with red hair that flowed down past her shoulders and bangs that brushed against her eyebrows. Her smile was what really caught her eyes, though, knocking her breathless for a moment. This girl had the widest, happiest smile she’d ever seen.

“U-um, I think I was invited by a friend. But I don’t know, this might be the wrong house.” It was the first time in her life she’d stuttered in front of someone she found attractive. After all, her ability to flirt with everyone and get anyone to fall for her was what had gotten her into this mess in the first place. This girl was different somehow, though. Her smile settled somewhere in Yves’s heart, and it felt… odd. “I can go….”

“Oh, no, you don’t have to go!” The girl reached out and grabbed her arm, sending electricity throughout Yves’s body. She was still smiling. “We’re plenty of fun over here! Right, everyone?” She called back into the crowded house and a chorus of screams and whoops answered her, making her beam even brighter. “See? We’re all cool too. You can party with us for the night!”

Yves stalled, thinking. On one hand, it might be dangerous for her to be around this girl for much longer (her heart was already having problems beating normally) but on the other, this was a big party, and she couldn’t just leave with her curse hanging over her shoulders. She needed to stay. With a smile, she shrugged her shoulders and walked back up to the door. “Sure, why not?”

“Yay!” The girl threw her arms up in the air. “Awesome! My name is Chuu by the way, and I’m a penguin.” She tilted her head (cutely) like a puppy, making Yves clear her throat nervously before speaking. What was going on with her?

“I’m Yves, and I’m a succubus.”

“A succubus?”

“You know, like from Roman folklore? A demon who seduces people.”

“Oh!” The girl’s eyes widened, and Yves hoped that she hadn’t been too obvious. But apparently, she hadn’t, because the girl-no, Chuu-was smiling again. “That’s super cool! Come on, Yves, let’s go meet everyone else!” She took the other girl’s hand again, and Yves swallowed, letting her drag her along. She had no idea where this was going to lead, and she only had four hours on the clock. But she was stuck here now.

Alcohol didn’t have an affect on Yves. It never had, and she figured it never would. Everyone else seemed to be feeling it, though. Two hours into the party, and Yves found herself sipping on another drink, eyes sweeping the room. For a while, she’d danced with some potential candidates, but none of them had seemed too interested and she hadn’t been too interested in them either. Her thoughts, instead, stayed on Chuu.

She knew it was selfish of her to want to see her again. After all, she shouldn’t get involved with such an innocent and sweet girl. She would just hurt her, in the end. But there was something about Chuu that made her feel… drawn to the girl in a way she’d never felt drawn to a human before. Maybe it was her smile, or the feeling of her warm fingers on her wrist, or her bubbly and sweet personality. Whatever it was, it made her feel odd inside. She was usually confident and smooth, sweeping her unsuspecting victims (no, participants) off their feet. But with Chuu, she felt what she’d heard humans call butterflies. It was a feeling she found that she liked.

“Oh, Yves! There you are!” Chuu’s voice made her jump, spilling her drink slightly, and the girl let out a gasp of concern. “I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay, I was just spacing out, it’s my fault.” She smiled, turning to face the smaller girl. She had been doing this for years. She needed to channel some of her abilities and she needed to do it now. “I was hoping I’d get to see you again.”

“Me? Why?” Was that a blush on her cheeks? She couldn’t quite tell with the onesie blocking some of her face.

“I don’t know. I like your company, I guess.”

Chuu let out a laugh. “Are you drunk?”

“Nope. Are you?”

“Nope! Everybody always asks if I am, but I’m not! I’m just naturally this hyper. I was tipsy earlier, but it’s worn off!” She talked with her hands, and it made Yves smile, her chest tightening with each little giggle the girl let out. She was so cute it actually hurt. “I’m glad you like my company, though. I like you too, Yves!”

She was glad she wasn’t drinking, because she would have spit out her drink right then and there. “O-oh. Good, then.”

“Wanna go somewhere quieter to talk? This place is loud.”

Yves only had two hours on the clock, and every second was taking her closer to midnight. But she couldn’t say no. “Where do you want to go?”

“How about my bedroom?” Chuu’s smile was innocent, and Yves swallowed. Did she even know what that insinuated?

“Sure, let’s go.”

Chuu’s room was cute, just like her. Her bed sheets were pink, she had stuffed animals on a chair in the corner, and fairy lights hung on the walls. It was probably the cutest room Yves had ever seen in her life. As they stepped in, Chuu pulled down the penguin hood, her cheeks slightly flushed again.

“I’m sorry, it’s a little messy.”

“Messy? I don’t see anything out of place?”

“Um, I just didn’t do my bed.”

Yves blinked, looking up at the bed. Sure enough, it was unmade. She hadn’t even noticed. “That? Don’t worry about that, I didn’t even notice.”

“That’s good, then.” She let out what sounded like a nervous giggle as she walked over and sat on the bed, patting the space next to her. “Come and sit?”

Against her better judgement, Yves sat down beside her, trying her best to act nonchalant. Time was passing quickly. “So what did you want to talk about?”

“I don’t know.” Chuu shrugged, her big smile back. “I just wanted to get to know you better, is that okay?”

Yves’s heart pounded in her chest, and she swallowed around the lump in her throat. This was new. But she liked it. “Sure, that’s okay.”

There was an hour left on the clock when Yves finally decided to make her move. She’d spent the last hour getting to know Chuu better, talking and laughing with her on her bed, and she was fairly certain that the other girl was into her. But she didn’t have much time left to do this the traditional way.

“Hey, want to know something crazy?”

Chuu looked up, tilting her head, her wide eyes making her look like a puppy once again. “Sure, what is it?”

“I have to kiss someone before midnight.” It sounded silly coming out of her mouth. What was she, Cinderella? She absolutely hated it, but she couldn’t not say it. Chuu’s eyes widened, before she narrowed them, her cheeks flushing again as she pulled her knees up to wrap her arms around them.

“Is this some sort of pick-up line?” Oh, right. Humans had those.

“Maybe. How would you feel about that?”

The younger girl let out a shy giggle, quickly covering her face with her hands. “It’s a little embarrassing. But I like it!” She added the last part quickly, pulling her hands away to wave them, not wanting to offend you. “It’s just, um. I’ve never done this with anyone before.”

Yves could feel her eyes widen as shock rushed through her. “You’ve never kissed anyone?” There was no way. She could not take this girl’s first kiss.

“No! I’ve never moved this fast with anyone is what I meant. I’ve kissed before.” She let out another giggle. “Oh my god, this is so embarrassing.”

With a sigh of relief, Yves put her hand over her heart. That had been the scariest thing she’d experienced all night. “Good, I wasn’t about to take your first kiss.”

“Why?” Chuu looked curious again, and Yves swallowed nervously, trying to come up with an excuse.

“Well…. Because I’m not the kind of girl you would want to give such a moment to.”

“Don’t say that!” Chuu reached out, holding the other girl’s hand. “I think you’re awesome, Yves. I’ve just met you, but I really like you.”

Yves’s world was spinning. She could feel herself blushing (this was a first) and she could feel her heart pounding, urging her to go forward, but her mind held her back. She was torn between wanting Chuu more than she’d ever wanted anything in her life, and not wanting to get Chuu involved with her. She was no good, and yet…. Someone like Chuu liked her.

“It’s okay if you don’t like me, though.” Chuu’s words knocked her out of her head.

“What?”

“Um, if you don’t like me, that’s okay.” She looked so dejected that Yves couldn’t stop herself.

“How could I not like you? Chuu, you’re the cutest girl I’ve ever met. I’ve never felt the things I felt when I met you for anyone else. I think you’re awesome and beautiful and incredible. I like you, Chuu. I thought my pick-up line made it obvious.” The words just tumbled out, and Yves found that she didn’t regret them. She’d wanted to say them. She’d wanted her to know how she felt. She wanted Chuu. And she’d be willing to give up her own identity and challenge her fate to be with her. “I like you, Chuu,” she repeated, softy, as if to reassure it for herself.

The other girl’s face was entirely red, her mouth hanging open from shock, but then she began to smile that big smile again, and Yves wanted to look at it forever. Letting out a tiny laugh, she took your other hand in hers as well. “Thank goodness. I’m so glad.”

“Let me kiss you? Please.” For the first time, Yves didn’t care about the time on the clock. She just wanted to kiss the girl in front of her. And her heart surged with passion as that girl smiled at her, nodding her head.

“Kiss me, Yves.”

She didn’t have to be told twice. Usually, her Halloween kisses were rough and rushed. For Chuu, she made the kiss sweet. She moved her lips slowly, affectionately, dropping one of her hands to caress the other girl’s cheek. And when she pulled away, breathless from the feeling of it all, she found that, for the first time, she wanted to kiss someone again.

“Can I kiss you again?” She asked it softly against Chuu’s lips, waiting for her answer. Chuu gave it to her in the form of a giggle, wrapping her arms around Yves’s shoulders. Her skin was warm and soft against the chill of Yves’s own skin. She’d never felt anything so welcoming, and she wanted to stay in Chuu’s arms forever, if she’d let her.

“You can kiss me all you want. Even after midnight,” Chuu whispered.

So Yves pressed her lips back to Chuu’s, butterflies jumping as Chuu kissed her back. Finally, she was content. And she never wanted this Halloween to end.

#loona #chuuves #yves #chuu #halloween prompts #prompt writing #loona drabbles #chuuves fanfiction #yves drabbles #chuu drabbles #girl groups #kpop girl groups

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peaky-shelby · 5 years ago

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Margaritas [2]

READ PART 1.

Pairing: first pov!reader x Chris Evans

Request by @tfandtws : Heyo! I’d like to request number 21 with chris evans from the friends prompt list. A friends to lovers kinda thing., if that’s ok. Anyway, can’t wait to read more of your work and thank you for tagging me.

🤗❤️Request by @tits-out-for-cevans : Hewwo! Can I request no.8 from the friend’s prompt list? I know it’s cliche but I just looooove the best friends turn lovers genre 😅

warnings: too many feels, hits close at home, cursing, REALLY STUPID EVANS

words: 1.637

author’s note: the last part is coming on sunday.

Prompts:

21. “I turned to a friend for comfort, and instead I found everything that I’ve ever been looking for my whole life.„

8. “I’m not in the friend zone„ “you’re mayor of the zone!„

Another party, another night drown in margaritas. It had only been a couple of months since I last saw him and now he was back for our school reunion, in his nice clothes and dressed in his endless charm. It seemed that this was the only way i was meant to see him, drunk in parties and only for one night. Maybe it was for the best. I spotted him from the corner of my eye coming towards me with that boyish smile that he wore so effortlessly.

“I’ve been looking for you!” He said, wrapping one hand around my neck while holding his drink in the other. He pulled me close to him and kissed my forhead, the same old routine. I stepped back and looked in his eyes, waiting for him ti start babbling about a new European girl that had him falling in love again, in the way he only does but instead he just looked at me, making me feel like he was examining me. There was something on his mind, behind the blue of his eyes, there were words but i couldn’t read them.

“I wasn’t sure you’d be here, I thought you had re shoots for um..” I paused trying to remember the name of his latest project “knives out, is it?”

“Oh yes, I wasn’t supposed to come but I pulled some strings and I got here this morning, I’m leaving tomorrow. I didn’t wanna miss it, school reunions are the best”

I scoffed. “only for people who have got their life together. Other people- people like me- we hate them.”

He smiled, that smile that warned you he was about to say something clever or annoying or something That would make you wanna punch him and kiss him at the same time “then why did you come?” I hate that smile.

Why did I come? I sure as hell didn’t like everyone asking me about my job and my single life and didn’t enjoy people pretending we are friends or the fake stupid attitude everyone had, so why was I here? Was the hope of seeing him? was it the feeling of obligation to show up? Chris probably noticed me getting lost in my mind so he took hold of my hand, squeezing it gently, forcing me to concentrate in his eyes. I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was hiding something tonight, that he had a plan of some sort. “Do you want another margarita?” He asked, I looked at my empty glass that i didn’t even know was empty and then looked back at him with a guilty look “I wouldn’t say no.”

He led me to the bar, through the crowd, not letting go of my hand. He ordered my drink and another one for himself. I think he started telling me stories from the set and his days away from Boston but it was very hard to focus in the words and the meaning, the sound of his voice was distracting. Maybe he mentioned a girl but if he did I didn’t notice or maybe he didn’t mention a girl at all which would be crazy weird. “It’s too noisy in here, wanna get out?” He asked and I nodded. We left are glasses on the bar and Ones we were out and the cold air hit my face, it was easier to process what was going on around me, I turned my head and looked up at him realizing that he had been staring this whole time. I looked back down hiding my face from him. It felt like I was 16 again. We were standing in the field, next to the bench I first told him I loved him.

I Couldn’t looked at him, I was just staring at my hands while I spoke.

“I turned to a friend for comfort, and instead I found everything that I’ve ever been looking for my whole life. and I know that it’s silly to tell you but I couldn’t keep it in anymore because it was burning me and breaking me and I hate it.. I just needed you to know I love you.”

I could still feel the pain of that day, the way it hurt to hear his silence and to see him looking at me with pity. And now standing on this grass with him, it was like I was locked inside that hurtful memory, cursed to relive it again, again and again.

“You’re unrecognizably silent tonight. Is everything ok?”

“Oh” I laughed “It was an exhausting day and the margaritas don’t really help with speeding up my mind.” I explained. “what about you?”

“What about me?”

“You are unrecognizably talkative tonight. I know you, you’re like that only when you are hiding something. You talk about everything else and babble about the most random things so you won’t have to talk about that one thing that you need to.” He lowered his head, chuckling. Which only made me even more certain that there was something going on. “are you getting married or something?” I asked

“No!” he spat out quickly, looking back at me “Of course not.”

I stopped walking, standing frozen in front of him and crossing my arms. He stood still too, biting his lip “then what is it? Another European girl, that you don’t wanna talk about because I called you out last time.”

“no.”

“Did you leave anyone pregnant?”

“NO! jeez!” he laughed, rubbing his face with his hand.

“Well are you going to talk or should I keep guessing?”

There was a pause from both sides that ended with stepping closer to me. I gulped, trying to put together the right words to get out of this situation. He was too close for my feelings to remain hidden. If only he knew what he was doing to me- unless... unless he was trying to pull out all me feelings, unless he knew exactly what he was doing and he wasn’t going to stop. His eyes kept moving from lips to my eyes, his hand slipped behind my neck. I always knew he was tall but now it was different, he was so close and all his power was falling on me, making me weak. I guess he thought my silence was approval because he leaned in closer and closer and clo-

“NO!” I pushed him away and stepped backwards, raining my hands so he’d keep away “you can’t do this! Not now! Not after all these years! I can’t go through all that shit again because suddenly you ran out of European girls-”

“(Y/n)-”

“What did you think that I was going to have a one night hookup with you and- and everything would be alright afterwards? What is wrong with you?”

“I thought you wanted this!”

“I NEVER WANTED THIS! I WANTED YOU! ALL OF YOU! But you don’t text, you don’t talk and now suddenly you came back and you want to fuck me? Did you really think it would be that fucking easy? Ha? A few margaritas and then I’m all yours because I was so fucking in love with you when I was 16!”

“Last time we met- you made it very clear you were still sad about what happened between us and I thought-”

“AND YOU THOUGHT YOU MIGHT AS WELL DO ME A FAVOR AND KISS ME? oh my god. I’m gonna throw up!”

“That’s not what I was going to say- I just- I wanted to give you- I mean THIS- us a chance and I’ve been thinking about it so long!”

“YOU’RE DAMN LATE EVANS!” I shouted, my voice echoing in the night as the stars stole the words out of my lips and hide them in the darkness. I hid my face in my palms, embarrassment dropping out my eyes like an unstoppable rain. “you can’t do this to me- I have a life- I..” raising my head I looked at him in anger “What was your plan chris? a one night stand and then what? You said you are leaving tomorrow sow hat exactly was your plan?”

He slipped his hand in his pockets and lowered his head like a guilty kid. “I don’t know I thought we’d just enjoy the night-” I couldn’t help myself from laughing, god he was stupid.

“enjoy the night? Do you realize the pain that I would go through after you left? Knowing you are sleeping with every blonde that crosses your path? You were the reason I listened to Taylor Swift and cried in my bedroom. The most sings I’ve written are inspired by you and you think that I could enjoy the night? Chris i would fall in love with you all over again, break myself while doing so and you would just..” I sighed, looking behind me at the bench we sat all these years ago “and you would just sit there looking down at me with pity and move on with your life.” My eyes found their way back to him. I looked at him more strictly than before “I won’t sleep with you because I can’t force you into loving me the way I love you and I can’t let you break me like that.” I paused, sniffing back the tears. “I want the real thing, the awkward dates, and sloppy kisses, the midnight texts, that butterfly feeling. I want to hope for something. I wanna worry about us breaking up because that mean we have something.” I shook my head “I don’t want to enjoy a night.” I whispered, my voice coming out broken and raspy.

he made a step forward “I’m sorry” he said. His eyes softening. But I wouldn’t accept his apology now, not again

“You really fucked up this time Evans.”

#chris evans #evans #chris evans imagine #chris evans one shot #chris evans x reader #chris evans x oc #Steve Rogers #imagine #one shot #fan fic #marvel

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vgckwb · 5 years ago

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ML: Chasing Shadows (A Fan Supplemental) Chapter 3: A Jealous Bug. A Clumsy Cat.

Marinette was having another one of her Cat Noir dreams. She fell asleep during a break. Everyone seemed to understand her new sleep routine at this point and didn’t question her on it. At least if it was during break she wouldn’t get chastised for sleeping in class.

She was dreaming that she, as Ladybug, and Cat Noir were sitting on a beach. It was just the two of them as far as the eye could see. In one hand, they each had a tropical drink. They were using their other hand to hold hands across chairs. The ocean breeze. The nice sunset. The crashing of the waves. It was paradise.

Someone who wasn’t in paradise was Rose. Rose was working on lyrics for Kitty Section’s newest song. She was having trouble though. The melody was clear and perfect. She knew how it made her feel. And yet, she couldn’t write a single word.

Rose was losing sleep over this. She could form each note perfectly. She could tell what the music was wanting her to say. She just couldn’t say any of it. She sighed. This wouldn’t be as bad if Juleka wasn’t sick. Juleka was Rose’s muse, for lack of a better term. For some reason, she would inspire Rose’s disorganization into words that made sense.

Rose took out a keychain Juleka made for her and looked at it for inspiration. Things were coming up, but not with the clarity of what Juleka normally made up.

“Well well” Hawk Moth said from his lair. “A struggling artist burning the midnight oil only to come up with nothing! How very tragic! Go, my little akuma, and evilize her!”

The akuma flew into the keychain. “Z Catcher! I am Hawk Moth! Having trouble falling asleep? I’m giving you the power to take sleep from others. Although that’s not all you need to take! I need Ladybug and Cat Noir’s miraculous as well!”

“Of course, Hawk Moth!” Rose said. She started to morph. Everyone in the classroom began to leave. Adrien had to wake Marinette up a little before Marinette realized what was going on. To be fair, there were some tremors in her beach dream, which did help wake her up.

She eventually broke off from everyone to transform into Ladybug and start dealing with Z Catcher. She looked the monster over. It was a giant pink creature that looked hazy and had bags under its eyes. She had a keychain wrapped around her wrist. “I bet that’s where the akuma is!” Ladybug said. She needed to get in further to assess the situation more.

She swung in to get more details, but the akuma swung at her. She didn’t want to get hit, so she dodged. Z Catcher hit someone else, causing them to go into a sleep-deprived panic state. “Well, this is bad.”

“M’Lady!” Cat Noir yelled, extending his bo to her. She grabbed on and got whisked away. Z Catcher followed the two heroes outside.

Ladybug was happy to see Cat Noir as usual. Sure, he wasn’t there in the way she was getting used to, but he was at least real. She smiled for a second. Then the imminent damage caused by this sleep-deprived akuma caused it to snap back into reality. She realized the faster she got this done, the faster that she can go back to seeing Cat Noir in not life or death scenarios.

Unfortunately, the realization seemed to be lost on Cat Noir. I mean, of course it would be. It’s not like he knew. But Ladybug found him distracted somewhat. Sure, she wasn’t all there either, but she was at least focused enough not to get hit. She dodged out of the way of an incoming strike. She noticed her partner didn’t do the same, so she had to save him.

“Cat!” Ladybug’s voice startled Cat out of his sluggish daze. Cat Noir blinked and dangled around, now seeming to realize the situation he was in. He smiled in an attempt to charm her, and while it was more charming than it had ever been, it only just upset Ladybug furthe. What if she never got to see that charming smile again? She didn’t want to risk that.

She remained calm. Well, as calm as you could be in a situation like this. She looked at her partner and said “What is up with you?! You need to pay attention. This isn’t exactly an easy akuma, you know!” Cat’s ears flattened guiltily but before he could respond, Ladybug cut him off. “Nevermind. We need an advantage, so let me just call for a lucky charm.”

Suiting action to word, Ladybug unwrapped Cat Noir, letting him drop to the roof below hers as she flung her yo-yo into the air. She called out her signature “Lucky Charm!” When the mirror dropped into her hands, Ladybug glanced down at it before looking around anxiously.

“Ladybug? What do you need?” Cat asked. Ladybug frowned at him unhappily. Ladybug turned her attention to the mirror itself. It had the same pattern she usually used in her designs.

It couldn’t be...could it? She thought to herself.“I have to go. Keep this mirror safe for me, okay Chaton?” Ladybug tossed the mirror to him, and rapidly disappeared into the nearby alleys. Marinette let her transformation run out. “Here Tikki!” she said, handing her a macaroon. Tikki munched down on the treat. Marinette took a deep breath and walked over to face Z Catcher.

Once spotted, she demanded “MARINETTE!! GIVE ME YOUR SLEEP!” Marinette was afraid, no doubt, but she began reasoning with the akuma, trying to get them to sleep.

The plan was working until Marinette heard something. She turned around to see Cat Noir charging after her with the mirror in tow. Marinette glanced at him, and her beautiful blue eyes widened in alarm. Cat tried to slow down as he realized the akuma wasn’t attacking Marinette, but was unable to stop. He collided into his princess with a quiet “Oomph!”

Cat Noir easily dropped the mirror to cradle Marinette’s head in his arms as they fell, protectively rolling around her and hearing the mirror break behind them. Marinette grumbled wordlessly as she squirmed in his overly tight embrace. What is this? Is this another dream? No. It can’t be. I’m not Ladybug. But still… This is weird. And also...pleasing? NO! NOT NOW! I need to get out! Despite her silent admonishment to let go, Cat held tighter to her.

“What are you doing here?” Cat Noir hissed as he leaned his head back to glare at her. “You should be safely away from here! What were you thinking?” Marinette blinked at him before frowning with narrowed, accusing eyes. Despite his righteous anger, Cat could feel his ears flatten in guilt for upsetting her.

“I need to be here!” Marinette whispered. “Ladybug got me. The akuma is just sleep deprived. If we can get them to relax, it should distract the akuma long enough for you to break the keychain. And I can take care of myself!” Marinette quietly asserted. Cat wavered between admiration and concern.

“I know you can take care of yourself, Purrincess, but you shouldn’t have to. That’s my job! I’m here to protect you!” Cat’s hands gripped Marinette’s shoulders tightly, and Marinette resisted the urge to completely melt in his arms.

Not now! she reminded herself. The akuma growled and they both looked over their shoulders. “That isn’t good.” Marinette mumbled. The akuma was beginning to glow. As they watched, the akuma hit a random civilian who immediately straightened up in a frenzy. As the civilian raced away to cause chaos, Cat Noir and Marinette winced at the akuma’s peaceful expression.

“It’s stealing everyone’s sleep, making them sleep-deprived and crazy.” Cat explained. “I can’t let you get hit, Purrincess, you’re too important to me.” Marinette squeaked as Cat scooped her into his arms. As he braced himself to run away and ignore Marinette’s attempts to make him let go, they heard a crunch, followed by a whimper.

The akuma had stepped on the glass from the mirror and was now sitting on the ground, sobbing about their foot hurting. Despite the butterfly mask over their eyes, they continued to cry and clutch their foot. Marinette and Cat stared for a moment before Marinette struggled free of Cat Noir’s hold and poked him, silently gesturing for him to take over. Well, that’s one way to do it, I guess...

Once Cat nodded, Marinette immediately ran ‘to get Ladybug’. “Stupid cat. He’s lucky that this all worked out. But he seems to be off of his game at the moment. I should ask him about that when we have time.”

Once she was hidden, she called “Tikki! Spots on!” and transformed back into Ladybug. She returned to see Cat Noir did what he was supposed to for once in this mission. Well, twice, actually she thought. He did save me initially. Ladybug’s yo-yo spun around and snagged the butterfly. With the miraculous cure performed, Cat bumped Ladybug’s fist with a relieved sigh.

“Cat, I don’t know what’s up with you, but you need to get your head out of the clouds during akuma attacks, kitty. We’re gonna end up in a real bind eventually.” Ladybug chastised him. Cat grimaced at her.

“Sorry, Milady. I’ll do my best. I’ve just had some issues lately with showing my friend how compatible we are.” Ladybug gaped at him until the beep of his miraculous distracted them both. “Oops! I need to find Marinette! Catch you later, Milady!”

“WAIT!” Ladybug shouted. It was too late. Cat Noir raced off to find Marinette. “She’s safe…” She knew her words couldn’t reach him at this point. He was long gone. Ladybug could have followed him, but since he was running out of charge, she’d run the risk of figuring out who he was.

She turned to Rose and asked her if she was alright. Rose nodded and explained what happened. Ladybug smiled and said “Why don’t you try messaging her? It might help.”

Rose smiled. “Thanks Ladybug. I’ll see if that works.” She headed back to school, texting Juleka. To her delight, she got a reply.

Ladybug decided to follow suit. On her way back, she pondered about what Cat Noir said. “His friend? Compatible? Does he mean that person he mentioned earlier? Does that mean it’s working?” Ladybug smiled. “Maybe he’ll start flirting with me a little less.” Ladybug sounded cheerful, but in her heart, she knew she would miss it. She only would admit to missing it a little, but thanks to recent events, she knew she was going to miss it more.

She decided to go to the library to work on some homework to try and put all of that stuff out of her head. In the end though, she kept thinking about Cat Noir. His mistakes today. Him “rescuing” her. His compatible friend. It was a lot to take in.

Soon enough, she passed out. With all this thought about Cat Noir, she thought she’d get a good dream right away. Nope. Instead, Ladybug and Hawk Moth were facing off, as Paris was in embers. Instead of getting all wordy, Hawk Moth just said “You can’t save them all.”

“What?” Ladybug said. Hawk Moth kept repeating those words. They hurt more than anything Hawk Moth could say to her regularly. “Please...Stop…” The world then became pleasant. Ladybug was surrounded by fire and Hawk Moth. Instead,she was at the park by her house. She sat down on a bench to relax.

“Hey” Cat Noir said. Ladybug turned around shocked to see her partner sitting on the bench with her.

“Cat Noir…” she said.

“You know it,” he said with his familiar attitude.

Ladybug smiled. “I’m glad you’re here… Can I ask you something?”

“Anything, bugaboo!” he said gleefully.

Ladybug blushed. “Well, you know how I told you I liked this other boy?” Cat Noir nodded. “Well, lately it seems I might be falling for you as well. But you told me you kind of liked this other girl. And that’s great, don’t get me wrong. It’s just I don't know how to feel. I can’t decide between you two…”

Cat Noir smiled. “You don’t have to Marinette,” he said. Ladybug looked up. How did he know her secret? “Plagg! Claws in!”

Marinette was even more surprised. “ADRIEN?!”

“Hey Marinette,” Adrien said. “Now you don’t have to decide.” Ladybug stammered in confusion. Adrien grabbed her. “It’s OK. We can be together now.” Ladybug didn’t know what to make of the situation. She eventually gave up trying to figure it out and let herself enjoy this blissful moment.

However, like all these dreams, they had to come to an end. She opened her eyes, not expecting Adrien to still be there. When he was, she let out “A…drien?” What is going on? She thought.

“Good morning, princess?” Adrien quietly cooed. Marinette blinked at him with a sweet smile before her eyes slowly cleared of their sleepiness. As her eyes widened in alarm, Adrien dropped his hand to his side and smiled innocently at her.

“What’s happen-ning?” Marinette stuttered, completely flummoxed. Adrien winced a little at the beginning of her stutter. Adrien reassuringly smiled down at her and firmly placed his twitching hands under his legs.

“Nothing, Marinette. I just found you sleeping, and decided we should have a talk. Do you have time?” Adrien asked gently. He spoke in the softest, most soothing voice he could manage. Despite his attempts, Marinette shot up with alarm.

“What did I do? Did I do something? Go odd, I did!” Marinette squeaked. This is bad, this is bad, this is bad, this is bad...

“You haven’t done anything bad. I just thought we should talk if you don’t mind. Do you?” Adrien asked again. With Adrien quietly smiling and waiting for Marinette to get control of herself, it wasn’t long before Marinette calmed down.

“Sorry, Dadrien! A! Adrien! Sorry. What did you want to talk about?” Marinette smiled back at Adrien and she relaxed a little bit.

Adrien glanced around a little bit and then asked “You know how you’ve started napping lately?” Marinette blinked and nodded, her smile fading a bit in confusion. “Do you remember anything about them? Maybe something in particular?” Adrien fished for information. Marinette frowned at him, obviously confused.

Marinette was confused, but was glad Adrien was asking about her in some capacity. She decided to give him an answer. “Well, I always seem to feel particularly safe and protected when I sleep at school and at home.” Marinette admitted. “I tried napping in the park a couple of times, but woke up very quickly, and didn’t feel rested at all.” Marinette glanced at his rising shoulders and alarmed expression with confusion. “Why?”

“Well,” Adrien hedged. “When you sleep, you see,” Adrien trailed off. However, Marinette heard what Adrien tried saying to himself. “How do I say that you keep rolling right into my arms and cuddling into me so sweetly that I can’t keep my hands to myself? Sleeping with you has been amazing.” Adrien frowned thoughtfully and sighed. He was like that for a bit, but then he began blinking at Marinette, who had froze. He noted her frozen expression and tilted his head.

Did I hear that right?

“What?” He asked her. Marinette opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out. Adrien frowned.

He’s been cuddling me?

“Marinette?” He questioned. Marinette licked her lips, and Adrien found his eyes following the movement with intense concentration.

Wait, but that means...“I’ve been,” Marinette’s soft voice faltered briefly. “S-Sleeping with you?” Adrien’s eyes widened.

OMAKE:

One night, Plagg managed to de-transform. “The only thing I don’t like about this hurricane of poor decision making is the fact that I lose sleep out of it.” He looked around and found Tikki. “Well, let’s see what he finds so interesting about this.” He flew over and cuddled next to her.

Before he could fall asleep, Tikki woke up. Well, sort of. “Plagg…” she said in a half tired state. “What are you doing here?”

Plagg was puzzled. He wasn’t exactly sure how to answer this. He opted to say “Would you believe me if I said it was to see you, my dear?”

Tikki was too tired to pretend to play along. “What are you doing?”

Plagg seemed worried. “I’M not doing anything.”

Tikki looked on, disinterested in his protests. She was still too tired to do much about it. “Well, whatever it is, please don’t disturbed my chosen, will you?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Plagg said. The look on her face before she fell back to sleep told him that was the first thing she believed from him. Plagg snuggled next to her and assessed the situation further. He whispered “One of these days, he needs to tell her. If it just so happens that I do something to push that along, then so be it.” He smiled. “Although, I will admit, Adrien is totally right about this cuddling thing.” He snuggled next to Tikki and fell asleep gently.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fanfic #runadaemon #Sleepybug and cuddle-chat #Marinette #adrien #hawk moth #rose #Tikki #plagg

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divagonzo · 6 years ago

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Beloved (Ch. 1 Bishop’s Castle)

A/N: So this story (because to do this justice needed to be longer than one chapter) was inspired by this particular post and while RL got in the way a bit and the story fought me some, Ch.1 is ready for posting.

Rated M/18/NC-17 for later chapters but also some triggering aspects starting in chapter one. Trigger warning tags will be applied at the bottom of this post.

(And I’m going to make the Tumblr version Ace safe but have its full version on Ao3.)

Tagging @remedial-potions , @weasleymama @kingronw @vivithefolle @austenpoppy @melimelrockswell1204 @ashleopardd since people asked to be tagged when this first went around. (Sorry @justsaya for the extra tag.)

Ch. 1 - Bishop’s Castle

A03 // FF.net

“Damn it Harry! why the bloody hell are we always picked for shit duty?”

Harry looked up from his stack of parchment, quirking an eye at his best mate across the desks. “What are you on about?” He returned to his own stack of parchment, scribbling away and only offering 1 ear to his best mate sitting across from him in the department.

“See this?” He held up a five-foot long piece of parchment. “That bugger Robards is sending us out tonight to corral a loose Werewolf. And I was actually hoping to get caught up on the mound of paperwork but this cropped up.”

“Werewolf?” Harry reached for the parchment and Ron reluctantly gave over. “Yeah, some poor sod in the Midlands. So I was told, the family has a safe room and everything was on the up and up and somehow the person escaped while turned and are running loose on the moors.”

Harry looked up from the parchment and gave Ron a particular look. “Trowbridge?” Harry scanned the parchment again and stopped cold. “That troll? Fuck.”

“Now you see why I’m beastly. That sod can’t do shit. He failed his apprenticeship 3 times before being told not to apply again.”

“You mean he’s the same one – “

“The same one. There’s a reason why Bailiffs rarely make Auror – because of the Trowbridge rule.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah. He’s on loan for the month since the other team is out on assignment, with no headquarters communications, wherever the fuck they are.” Ron ran his hands through his hair, leaving it looking a little like Harry’s this evening. “I don’t like this, not one bit. Why couldn’t we get someone who knows which end of the wand to use?”

“Me neither. Bugger.” Harry handed back the five feet of parchment. “I guess we’ll have to plan on this being a three-person operation since he’s incompetent.”

“Wainwright! Trowbridge! Potter! Weasley! Ten Minutes!” the guttural bark of their Senior Auror Hemera Jones erupted from the Director’s office. “Debriefing now.”

Ron and Harry both grunted before collecting their wands and cloaks for her office. As one of the Senior Aurors, she had an office, for what little she was in it. The four men crowded into the wardrobe-sized room, refusing to take a seat. Fighting over the lone seat in the small space would be pointless for how long they’d be in there. “I’ll make it brief. A werewolf is loose on the western side of the Shropshire Hills. The person in question, Maggie Grey, normally, so I’m told, is content to sleep off her debilitating condition after receiving a Wolfsbane Potion. Tonight, it didn’t work somehow and she tore through the wood door and off into the night. Our task, gentlemen, is to apprehend her safely and return her to a magically sealed cell until she recovers. She is to not be harmed, gentlemen, at all costs.”

“All costs? The hell?” Ron piped up.

“Shut your gob, Weasley. She’s a Greyback victim during the Coup. She was targeted since her husband is a Muggle and she’d spoken out against the regime. Yaxley sent Greyback to handle it and he bungled it intentionally or otherwise.” She gave all of the men a pointed look. No one would bother admitting that they were all glad that the bastard was dead, thanks to Ron and Neville.

“The Director said that her husband is a Muggle and a Muggle Healer at the local hospital. We can’t let her be hurt because it’d be a fuck ton of paperwork to do and I for one don’t want to spend a week dealing with Muggles and having their memories obliviated. Anyone here want to do that?” Four voices grunted in agreement. “Yeah, me neither so stunners only. We’re here to apprehend, not arrest. There’s a big difference, especially with the change in Ministry protocols.”

“So where are we going?”

“We’re taking a portkey to a little place called Bishop’s Castle. It’s on the edge of Wales but we’re landing about a mile northeast of there. It’s the only landing location for ten square miles. Once there, disillusion yourselves and track her down. I want this handled with as little fuss as possible. We can’t scare the Muggles or even the magical folk who live there. No one wants to know that a person with their affliction lives in their tiny hamlet.”

“And if there’s a muggle in her sights?” Harry asked. “Do we stun them both and go from there or what? What if she’s already hurt someone? What then?”

Hemera huffed. “I’d prefer the Muggle not be hurt but use your best judgment. Dismissed.”

The four men collected their overcoats and checked their limited amount of gear. One by one they left her office and made their way to the Portkey room. Director Robards, in one of his first acts as Director of the Aurors, was to designate a spare conference room into a portkey room. On the hour and half hour, arrivals would come into the department – only on Auror authority – and on the quarters, departures would happen. He mentioned in one of the first meetings that Harry sat in on that they needed somewhere secure to come and go without going through the Ministry lifts or entrances and exits. Too many nattering employees giving away Auror departures became a problem after the Purge.

“I don’t like this,” Ron muttered. “Bloody werewolf capture. And we get picked.”

“Stuff it, Ron. It’s our job. Anyone else would try to harm the poor sod. She can’t help her condition.”

“Like Remus and his furry little problem, right?”

“Something like that,” Harry whispered. “It would be nice once the better potion is approved for wider use. I hate that Remus never saw it or got to use it.”

“Yeah, me too.”

They traveled down the back way, coming to the room with a minute to spare. The others, including Auror Jones, were present and accounted for. Their portkey for this trip was a manky rucksack, with the buckles rusted and the leather fraying from the seams. Harry knew better though, that it was magically secure so it wouldn’t fall apart. He could feel the magic sending waves off. It had to be powerful for him to feel it this distinctly.

“Potter, you’re on point. Weasley, take East. Wainwright, south. Trowbridge, North. Potter will snoop around the township and I’ll apparate to the Belfry of the Church on the South side of the hamlet.”

“What do we do if we come across our target?” Trowbridge seemed a little slow on the uptake tonight. “You said stunners only but what if she turns on us? You expect us to take a bite on a full bloody moon.”

Hemera Jones pulled a face. “You git. You know plenty of second-year spells to prevent her from laying a paw on you or anyone else. Use them. Don’t hurt her unless it’s a last resort. Sorted?”

He grunted. Everyone put their hand on the rucksack as it turned blue and they departed for a small village far and away from London.

Minutes later, the five people landed softly in a field outside of the small town. Once on their feet and verifying everything arrived with each one, they disillusioned themselves to Auror Jones satisfaction. She apparated away, disappearing to the belfry of the tallest point on the town – the church on the south side. If anything went sideways they were to send up red sparks. Most of the muggles would think it was some random fireworks.

Each man took off, intending to search the town first before spreading outward. It was drawn up simply, and the most efficient, to cover the most area without disturbing the town inhabitants. Hopefully, the late hour would have most of the village residents asleep in their beds.

Ron grumbled under his breath, especially considering that he saw his breath with every exhale. Crass words stumbled out, especially considering the actual mortal peril they were in. The late night chill bit his nose and ears, leaving them as red as he would be mortified. His poor Mum would probably have a litter of kittens if she knew the circumstances. Fortunately, it was almost close to midnight and Mum wasn’t the one who stayed up late.

Ron turned a corner, past a small lot of autos, parked for the night with grotesque yellow signs showing how much they were for sale in Muggle currency. He kept walking, with a purpose but not so fast he’d miss anything out of the ordinary. Ron pulled the Deluminator from his pocket and pocketed all of the security lights on the back parking lot of whatever business he was walking around. It was a huge risk, going around looking in the dark but having the balls of light available would give him an advantage if he was caught out.

Mounds of wood were stacked meters high, even taller than himself. The rows of processed wood went on for meters upon meters, even higher than his head. “Oh this isn’t going to be good,” he thought to himself. “Bloody fuck, a werewolf and a blasted lumber yard; just what I need tonight.”

Ron kept is wand out in front of him, constantly thinking of a shield charm first if the poor bugger tried to attack him. Ron stepped gingerly between the stacks of processed wood, listening for any noise, ordinary or otherwise. He continued onward, walking up and down the rows, his wand lit to flush out any shadows that might conceal a frightened werewolf.

He stopped and listened, straining his ears. There, off on another row, he heard some wood crash to the asphalt under foo[TJW2] t, along with a high pitched whimper. Since it wasn’t Hermione and it was pushing half eleven, this was either a thief or his target.

He took off towards where he heard the crashing wood. He could have apparated but didn’t want to risk scaring the werewolf or accidentally landing on a petty thief. With steps trained in stealth, he tread softly towards where the noise was. Sure enough, a pallet of wood had fallen. Instead of lighting his wand, Ron popped the Deluminator and released the lights he nicked from around the corner. The balls of light escaped and hung in the air, lighting up the preternaturally darkened space.

He heard a whine a second before he was knocked to the ground. He lifted his head and saw the werewolf racing down the pathway towards the end of the building. The blighter looked no bigger than an over-sized bun.

“Shit,” He jumped up and took off running after the scared bugger.

She turned the corner and he tried to pour on the speed while wishing he had brought his broom to chase the quarry easier. Somehow she was leaving him in the dust and he was the fastest Auror on staff. All of those empty hours running with Harry paid off, even if he might lose sight of his intended.

Ron pulled his wand and cast red sparks up in the night sky. Within moments he heard the sounds of displaced air whooshing into his vicinity.

The balls of light followed him, casting an eerie glow in the area. The werewolf was right on the front edge of the lights, barely bathed in any illumination. He saw Wainright apparate 20m down the drive, near where he came up into the lumber yard and Harry was 50 meters up the street from his momentary position, running hard towards where he was.

Ron kept running, hoping to corner the furry Ms. Grey where he could stun her and safely transport her back to her safe confines for the night. Then again, he hoped someone else apprehended her. He didn’t fancy spending hours working on paperwork and multiple debriefings, especially if she was injured.

Ron saw movement to his right and felt magic flowing past his head.

Bright light blinded him an instant before he felt the blast.

His world blinked out.

Harry was there first. Wainright was immediately at his left shoulder.

“The fuck you playing at, Bronwyn? You hit Ron? Are you mental, a lunatic?”

Harry stared at the other member of their search party, murder in his eyes and on his mind. Vivid Green eyes were full of fury, all focused on the one who didn’t know which way to work his wand. He stared until Trowbridge blinked and he set his focus on his best mate lying in the grass at his feet. Harry yanked the ruck off of his back and reached deep, trying to find the dittany and pads. His hands grew slick trying to staunch the bleeding from his best friend’s head. The preternatural glow from the confiscated lights from the lumber yard bathed everything in an eerie blueish white hue. The dim lights next to whatever building they were lying next only added to the fact that Ron looked close to death already. Blood was seeping through Harry’s fingers, coating his boots, soaking the knees of his trousers and the ends of his jumper sleeve. He finally grasped the enormous stash of pads and shoved them onto the wound, watching the pad soak through. Merlin, not again. He’d lived through this once already. “Stay with me,” He growled before turning to Wainwright, working feverishly to protect their location from any curious eyes this late at night.

“Call Jones now,” Harry yelled at Bronwyn. He didn’t stir from watching Harry work on Ron’s injury.

“Damn it, call Jones now!” He yelled and Wainwright sent up red sparks, three sets in a row – the Auror emergency notification. In seconds she landed softly on the grass three meters away. “Report!” she barked at the three men.

Trowbridge spoke up first. Harry was too busy trying to grasp the dittany. Every time, it slipped from his fingers. “Weasley was chasing Ms. Grey. I saw him running after her. I thought – “

Wainright cut him off. “Trowbridge cast a powerful stunner and missed. He’s lucky that he didn’t take Weasley’s head off with that bit of careless magic. Instead, he hit the side of the building.” Wainwright illuminated his wand and showed an enormous chunk of masonry had been blown off of the side of the stone building. “The stone, it hit Weasley before knocking him backward like a bloody bomb blast. It’s sheer luck that he didn’t land on the stone wall and break his bloody neck.” Not two meters behind them was a one meter stone wall, topped with various river stones, mostly with rough edges.

“It was a stunner, just like Jones told us to use. He moved in front of it.”

“Yeah, and your wand movements were Bombada,” Wainwright countered.

“Damn it, I can’t get the bleeding to stop,” He complained as he threw over his shoulder the first handful of pads and thrust a second set on them. He patently ignored his sodden trousers, socks, boots, and jumper sleeves. He shifted his knees, trying to keep Ron’s head propped up just enough where he could keep the compress on his head. He didn’t dare use magic, not when he didn’t know the extent of the injuries. One bad spell to quell the bleeding could leave him in the Janus Thickey ward for the rest of his life.

Harry refused to do that to his best friend.

“I can’t get the dittany. He needs a healer now.” He felt one tear escape. “I’m not a healer. I can’t save him.” He said under his breath. “Damn it, Ron. Stay with us.”

“Potter, get him out of here.” Jones shoved something into his hands – a copy of the Auror field manual on arrest procedures. The book was already iridescent blue – a portkey for the Auror emergency landing ward at St. Mungo’s in London. Harry lifted Ron into his arms, looking like a horrific impersonation of Pieta by Michelangelo. He folded Ron’s across the book and across his body, looking so pale in the preternatural lights.

Blood dripped down from the wound onto his trousers, watching each moment seep by like cold custard. The gauze wouldn’t staunch the bleeding. They needed a healer now.

Harry fought the immediate memories of the last time he saw Ron like this, severely injured and on the edge of death. He couldn’t face that again. Instead, he looked across to the remaining Aurors present.

“When we return to London, you’re facing an Inquiry. If I have any say, you will be booted from MLS. And,” Harry saw the book glowing brighter, “if he dies, I will personally strangle you with my own two hands. The fuck – “

Harry didn’t hear the rest of the Jones’ vicious yet soft-spoken harangue. He was holding onto Ron for dear life, awaiting the landing at St. Mungo’s. He had seconds to prepare his knees for the landing. He’d need a strong pain potion after the landing.

Ron was dead weight in his arms. Frothy pink bubbles were erupting from his nose and mouth. Both sets of robes were a grotty mess. “Stay alive, please,” Harry begged to whatever deity would listen and grant his heartfelt request. “I need you.” With a crash, they landed in the secured zone for Aurors who were injured. “Emergency! Auror Down! I need a healer!” Harry yelled through the room. “Auror down!”

#Dragon's Fic #hpfic #Romione #Ron Weasley #Harry J Potter #OCs #Rated R/18/M #tw:#tw: blood #tw: injury

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webcricket · 8 years ago

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Catch a Falling Star

Characters: CastielXReader ft. Sam and Dean Winchester

Word Count: 2282 (Part 4)

A/N: Part 4 of a Soulmate AU mini-series. My muse informed me this story is going to end up with more than 5 parts after all, primarily because Castiel is the most muse-inspiring angel in the garrison and also because Crowley popped in to throw a wrench into my plot outline. Demons, right?

Summary: What if angels didn’t end up just anywhere when they are banished by sigils…what if sometimes they end up exactly where they need to be? Turns out you are Castiel’s grounding stone, and it’s more complicated than either of you realizes. Castiel and the reader are reunited, and it feels so fluffing good.

Completed series Masterlist:

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Harbinger of the oppressively rising temperature outside, a pearlescent green cicada, having that very morning exhaustively fought his way from the black loamy embrace of the Earth after a long slumber to shed his skin and unfold translucent purple-veined wings to the light of day, perched in the uppermost branches of a cottonwood vociferously worshipping the sun. A whispering breeze, freshened by undulant waters of the lake and heavily perfumed by newly blooming stargazer lilies planted in a mulched bed beneath a wide-open window, rustled sheer white curtains to disturb the still air of the room within. The draft mingled pleasantly with aromatic spices of Ceylon and mint emanating in an ethereal mist from a cup sat on the broad white wash windowsill and the luxuriously piquant scent of citrus lotion warmed upon the fingertips idly circling the delicate porcelain rim of the cup. The page of a book turned, accompanied by an unperturbed exhaling of honeyed breath.

Tucked bare-chested beneath soft linen sheets, swathed in bandages smelling of medicinal antiseptic and cooling liniment, Castiel awoke to the summer serenity of the room. Certain any movement whatsoever would disturb this unblemished dream within which he presently found himself peacefully enveloped, he lay quiet and motionless lest he shatter the prevailing calm.

Detecting a subtle change in the atmosphere, you peered up contemplatively from the hardcover book balanced on your knee to study your convalescing guest. Dark-hair magnificently disheveled, eyelids restfully shuttered by lush lashes, he appeared disappointingly unmoved since the last glance you ventured to steal. Your crestfallen gaze traversed out into the meticulously maintained English style garden beyond the window. The wild blue coneflowers, tamed many years ago in the far corner by persevering fingers, prepared to blossom that afternoon – each verdant stalk stretching toward the sky and leaden with gravid buds. Your attention flitted back to the man laid out on the bed, nagging instinct insisting something was different. Book slipping forgotten from your lap into a nook of the plush cushioned chair, you rose.

Cas did not require sight to perceive your increased proximity. He could clearly envisage the inquisitive glinting of your bright eyes examining him as you stood over his idle vessel. His heartbeat skipped time, hastening to match pace with the dashing thump of yours.

Noting the pernicious fluid draining from his shoulder wound with a frown, you plucked a clean stack of gauze from the bedside table and commenced gingerly picking at the corners of the soiled dressing protecting the muscular joint to loosen and pry it off.

Betraying his indolent guise, the angel winced at the pang of anguish induced by the well-meaning and careful dance of your fingertips.

“I’m sorry!” you gasped, recoiling at his rousing reaction. The squares of gauze scattered soundlessly to the floor in your dismay.

Cas knew no matter how attentive your ministrations, the injury deep enough to strike his grace would remain excruciatingly painful until he regained enough strength to mend the breach of his vessel from within. Eyelids flicking open, undeterred by agony or a one-time stubborn resolve to avoid the perilous incursion into your life, he reached out unhesitatingly for your withdrawing limb, capturing you gently by the wrist. “It’s alright,” he sputtered, voice thick and husky with disuse, “you didn’t hurt me.”

Drifting nearer, you did not resist acquiescing to his adamantly tender grip, or tumbling into the extraordinary and oddly familiar blue depths of his eyes.

“Thank you. Thank you for…,” he stared blankly, jaw tensing in an attempt to formulate a coherent sentiment from a memory he could not summon. The last thing he recalled was tussling with a particularly burly demon, angelic might focusing to smite him when a force outside his control uprooted him from the scene. He couldn’t be certain he’d dispatched the demon before being banished. He was fairly certain the Winchesters were more than capable of handling the mess. He vaguely remembered crashing and, in a dazzlingly bright moment of sheer exhaustion, total vulnerability, and defeat of will, yielding to whatever fate providence deigned to offer up to him just then. And now here he lay – safe, comforted, entrusted to your care, and in precisely the last place he expected to be. He released your wrist, repeating himself for lack of available words, “For…”

“For dragging your half-conscious body out of the woods after you fell out of the sky and landed at my feet?” you supplied, brow fervidly arching. “You’re welcome.”

His expressive blues flew wide in genuine surprise in consideration of how casually you seemed to be taking the odd manner of his arrival.

“You really don’t remember?” you pondered aloud, a charmed smile illuminating your aspect. “Seems like something that’d be hard to forget. Unless, of course, this kind of thing happens to you routinely.”

Any higher reasoning regarding why you’d be better off not knowing him in affront to your deep universal bond was circumvented entirely by his weakened physical state, he mutely dared to hope any and all unfortunate future banishments routinely concluded at your feet.

“You’d better let me get this wound covered again before it gets infected.”

The angel nodded, not protesting your renewed efforts to tend to his shoulder. Seemingly struck speechless in your presence, he didn’t bother to mention the fact that there was no possible risk of infection when you began to swipe the yawning fracture of oozing flesh with betadine. Rather, sheets balled tightly in his fists, he stoically endured the overwhelming stinging discomfort without a single impolite grunt or growl to deter your actions.

“Where are you from anyway?” you asked, attempting to distract him from the burn of antibiotic ointment as you packed the wound.

“Originally?” he spoke through gritted teeth.

“It’s a place to start,” you angled your head sideways to inspect the final tape job, firmly pressing the edges to seal the bandage to his skin. Squinting, finding the result satisfactory, you bit your lower lip with a small nod of approval and removed your hands.

Cas did not fail to notice the cute quirk through his involuntarily tearing vision. Managing a moderately pain free relieved inhalation, he relaxed, retorting with the first thing to spring to mind, “Origins almost always are.”

A cheerful bubbling laugher emerged from your throat as you sat on the edge of the bed, absent-mindedly smoothing the wrinkled sheet beside him with a flattened palm.

The angel could not have prevented the smile drawing across his mouth if his continued angelic existence, nay, the perpetuation of all life in the creation, depended upon it. The sound of your laughter rang out as a delightful symphony in his ears. Deciding he had no reason to lie to you, and determining furthermore that masking his identity with misdirection seemed pointless, he pointed heavenward in answer.

You followed the indicated direction to look up at the rustic shiplap ceiling. A perplexed wrinkle creased your brow. “So…you’re what…an alien?”

“Angel,” he corrected.

“That was my second guess,” you remarked with a teasing grin.

“You don’t seem surprised.” His hand sought yours of its own volition, the rough pads of his fingers settling lightly across your knuckles.

Uncannily composed given his celestial revelation and the strangely comfortable contact between you that should be unnerving given his status as an almost complete stranger but instead felt more natural than any touch you’d experienced before, you met his warm regard. “Well, out of all the extremely fantastical possibilities I imagined while waiting for you to wake up to explain a man falling mostly uninjured out of the sky, you being an angel seems pretty darn ordinary.”

“I suppose it does,” he concurred. Noticing his errant hand, he decided he did not wish to remove it, even when his thumb boldly took it upon itself to trace a small expanding circle into your smooth skin.

“And also, I talked to your friend Dean last night.”

“Oh.” His thumb arrested its endeavor. The angel could not begin to fathom the scope of what Dean may or may not have said to you. The potentials were endless.

You continued, assuaging the angel’s unspoken concern, “He told me your name. Castiel. Cas, for short. He also said you’d probably be fine as long as I absolutely didn’t feed you after midnight. Does he always pepper random corny movie references into serious conversation?”

“It’s a coping mechanism of his. Or maybe a tick. Sometimes I find it hard to discern the difference. The grimmer the circumstances, the funnier he gets. I’m regularly surprised at how effective his brand of humor is at diffusing grave situations.”

“He must have been very worried about you then, because he was hilariously awful,” you noted. “Is he an angel too?”

“No, he’s a h-,” Cas stopped himself from saying hunter. He didn’t see the need to blacken the innocence of your world with knowledge of the monsters inhabiting it – angels were a destructive enough force with which to reckon. “A human. Dean and his brother Sam are the closest thing I have to family.”

“You’re lucky to have them,” you said, smiling.

“What about you, your family?”

Lip quivering, your smile faltered, despair darkening your expression.

Cas squeezed your hand consolingly. Remembering too late the hospital’s inability to locate a next of kin, he apologized, “Y/N, I’m sorry. I-I forgot.”

Withdrawing your hand from his grasp, you regarded him suspiciously, sniffling, “Forgot?”

He guiltily diverted his gaze, instantly recognizing his mistake in your bewildered reaction. After healing you at the hospital, he’d instructed you to forget him, and you had.

“How do you know so much about me?” you stood up from the bed, stepping back warily.

He struggled to sit upright to follow your retreat, clutching at his throbbing shoulder, groaning, “I can explain.”

You denied the tortuously strong inclination to help ease his struggle that yanked furiously at every nerve ending in your trembling frame.

“I was with you,” he strained, “at the hospital.” Giving up, he collapsed back onto the pillow in a fit of agony.

You recalled the passing mention of the man who stayed by your side. Dark hair. Trench coat. Handsome. Sad blue eyes. Your guardian angel according to the orderly who discharged you. Apprehension appeased by this recollection, you sprang forward, perching again on the edge of the bed, swiping the hair from his anguished brow. “You’re the mystery man who kept vigil over me,” you murmured, half-question, half-statement.

He nodded, “Yes, until I had strength enough to save you.”

“Then you’re my…my guardian angel?”

His torso rattled with a shaky remorseful breath, “I’m not. I stayed…I stayed to save you from me.”

“The doctors said my recovery was a miracle. You healed me, didn’t you? Why would I need to be saved from you? You’re the reason I’m alive.”

“You don’t know who I am, what I am to you, do you?” he asked, tilting his chin, appreciating for the first time that perhaps your limited human perception prevented you from hearing his divine heart beat for you as clearly as he distinguished the brilliance of your soul radiating for him.

“What are you talking about?”

He lifted two fingers to your temple, hovering them there, seeking permission to return the memories he took from you and more, “May I show you?”

“Show me what?” Eyelids fluttering shut, you submitted to his touch.

“Everything.”

Castiel, angel of the Lord, fallen, fated by design of the universe to be your match, your soulmate, hid nothing of himself from you. He divulged the vast span of his existence in exacting detail from his creation to this very moment. He held back none of the destructive angelic fury, none of the nagging doubts, none of the errors of judgement, none of the innocent or justified deaths on his blood-stained hands, none of the self-righteous indignation, none of the betrayal of friend and foe alike, none of the deep sorrow, none of the profound regret, none of the insurmountable quests for penance he attached to his many failures, none of the unremitting conviction of worthlessness, and none of the intractable belief that once you perceived him for the broken being he was you would have no choice but to reject him.

When you recovered your deluged wits, you found yourself nestled snuggly against the angel, quietly sobbing, arm draped across his torso and secure in his warmly encircling embrace. The last rays of the sinking sun shone through the window, reflecting off the lake to paint vivid shimmering orange-hued swaths of color across the far wall. Sensing your wakefulness, he gently wiped the streaming tears from your cheeks in turn.

You continued to weep – not because you pitied or feared or loathed him. You wept – not because you were overcome by the ferocity and dejection of the angelic maelstrom that he revealed to you. You wept because in himself he did not acknowledge the redemptive qualities of kindness, gentleness, courage, loyalty, strength, perseverance, hope, and the sense of wonder which equally defined him. You wept because the boundless capacity for love anchored within his heart was also the source of his unbearable suffering – he hurt intensely only because he loved deeply. Bearing the weight of this burden alone, it was no wonder to you that he fell from Heaven. Propping yourself up on an elbow to gaze bleary-eyed and undaunted into his fretfully furrowed features, you eased nearer to place a tearful smiling kiss upon his lips.

Castiel did not lose himself in the kiss as the clichéd saying goes. Rather, in the pliant give of your salt-laced lips, the angel found the one thing he’d always been searching for – home.

Part 5:

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melyaliz · 8 years ago

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Memories of a Ghost

Summary: Faith’s first event after the disappearance of her family.

Pairing: Tim x OC

Notes: Thanks @speedypan for the inspiration. I think I need more Tim and Faith in my life.

Tagging: @royslittleharper @guns-n-lilies @the-shadow-of-atlantis @coffee-randomness @daisyboobear @werewitchling @nightwing-rules

Faith sighed looking in the mirror as her sister put the finishing touches in her hair. Small baby’s breath adored the large curly updo of dark hair. Faith was dressed in a beautiful midnight blue backless A-line dress that sparkled like the night sky.

It had been a long time since Faith had gotten this dressed up. And even longer, it felt, when she had gone to one of these events.

“I know this is for dad but I don’t want to go. With every fiber of my being.” she glanced up at Jennifer’s reflection in the large mirror in front of her. Her sister stood behind in as her older sister added the final touches to her outfit.

“It’s ok to feel that way.” the older girl said.

“I just… this isn’t me anymore, I’m not even sure this was ever me.”

Jennifer let out a soft laugh at the last remark, “well you did punch a woman at a gala once for yelling at Zen.” Faith giggled at the memory.

“Mom gave me the longest lecture I think I ever got. It was basically I should defend my family but not always with physical violence.”

“She was the best at nonphysical violence.” Jen said taking a few steps back so she could get her shoes from under her bed, “Remember when she asked that teacher if he enjoyed being the scum of the earth for making fun of you in class?”

“Remember when she got that whole board at Wayne Enterprise to fund that orphanage? One of the guys even said this was the best idea they had ever come up with.”

“Dad always said she could get anything she ever wanted.”

“Yeah” both girls lapsed into silence both caught up in their own memories of their parents. A knock on the door brought them both back to reality.

“You girls ready?” Dick’s voice could be heard on the other side. Faith winked at her sister

“He’s excited to see you all dressed up.”

“You need to stop hang out with Gigi, she’s rubbing off on you with all that shipping.”

Faith’s laugh was bright as the memory of her best friend very seriously locking her in their shared bedroom at the Young Justice HQ so they could come up with Ship names for everyone with no distractions. Bart had even tried to tempt them with Ice Cream and beach adventures and Gigi had told him “Not today distraction!” Faith had never seen the happy-go-lucky boy look so crestfallen.

Faith knew her sister had a complicated past with Dick and it was hard for her to talk about. But she also knew that she rarely saw a guy look at a girl the way Dick looked at her sister. The look he was giving her as she opened the door to Jen’s bedroom at the mansion where they had been getting ready.

“You… you both look exquisite.” Dick said bowing before holding out his arm for Faith and the other for Jen who just laughed taking it.

“Well thank you, and may I say you are looking quite dapper yourself.”

“I clean up good don’t I?” he asked as they descended the stairs to the main room where guests were now mixing and mingling.

Jen was a pro at that, rubbing elbows with the well to-dos. Starting a conversation from nothing and keeping them talking for hours about the smallest things.

Faith, on the other hand, was not. She was more of a listener and hated having to answer all the loaded questions that were always thrown at her. Especially after the disappearance of her parents. All the sad smiles and fake sympathy.

When was why when she saw Tim she could have kissed him.

“Oh look, it’s your buddy,” Jennifer said nudging her sister nodding toward Tim who was standing next to some large benefactor as the man shoved small appetizers into his mouth while talking. However, Tim’s focus was on the two girls, his mouth slightly open. He flashed Faith a lopsided smile as she waved at him.

“I’m going to go say hi,” Faith said glad to walk away from the middle-aged woman who was prattling on about some hotel they MUST visit in Paris next time they went.

“It’s the O’Neal charm, get’s the boys every time,” Dick whispered to Jen who couldn't help but smile.

“I like him,” she said, “and don’t act like your entourage over there isn’t basically drooling over you in a suit.” she added nodding toward a few girls who were standing huddled up stealing glances at Dick who smiled waving at them.

Skipping over to her partner in hero-antics Faith giggled grabbing his arm. “Can I borrow him for a moment?” she asked the man who just laughed waving them away.

“Y… you look great,” Tim said unable to take his eyes off her. Faith grinned giving a twirl.

“It’s not a hoodie and jeans but I guess it’ll do.”

“Yeah, so do you guys do a lot of these? I have only attended a few but Bruce said this was your Dad’s charity.”

“Yeah, he was fighting to help inner city kids who were in danger of joining gangs find alternative avenues.”

“He sounds like a great man.”

She nodded biting her lip memories of her father explaining how important it was to help those who felt like there was no way out. To give them hope, show them a future. “He really was.”

Soon they took their seats as dinner was served. More fun light conversation and laughing. Even Bruce cracked a few smiles at Jen who was telling a story about one of her adventures at the Xavier Institute.

One of the biggest benefactors by the name of Joseph Campbell was mid-story about a fishing trip he had taken when some music started to play. Next to her Faith felt Jennifer take a sharp breath “I didn’t realize…”

“Jen?” Dick asked confused but suddenly they all realized what was going on as a very familiar voice spoke.

Faith didn’t hear anything else because the voice of her father spoke out. It was as if the world stopped. It was as if everything became blurry yet hyper focused. She was gripping the table so hard as if it could keep her up.

Someone had started the video on a large screen on the stage where the speakers had been talking about the benefit. It was a video that their father had been working on before the disappearance.

Joseph smiled at the girls, “It’s amazing that we can honor Nick’s memory like this.”

“Oh Faith, I forgot some papers in my room, can you go grab them?” Jennifer asked handing her the key to her room. Faith blinked at her as if she was seeing her for the first time. Where was she? What was going on? Why did she feel so light headed?

“Breath.” Jennifer’s voice gently whispered as she placed the key to her room in her sister’s hand. Faith let out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. Gasping for breath as she stood.

“Uhhh yeah… I’ll get that thing… phone… paper… cool” stumbling slightly she quickly snuck out dashing down the hall her heartbeat pounding in her ears. Running anywhere but there. There with the voice of a ghost.

Memories of her father laughing as she told him about her day while jumping up and down on the trampoline he had gotten her.

Memoires of how her father took her running in the morning and yoga at night. Always active with her making her feeling comfortable for needing to get up and move. Having small toys for her to fidget with when she was feeling stressed or overwhelmed.

Memoires of how he would spend hours holding Jennifer after the death of Jason. Telling Faith that her sister felt things deeper than most and she just needed to know that you were there for her.

She burst into Jen’s room the sudden will to do anything else gone as she stood there in the dark sobbing. It hurt so bad she couldn't breathe. When was this going to get easier? When was it going to hurt less? When was she just going to be able to be happy again?

So there she stood was just sobbing in the dark room unable to move unable to do anything but just cry.

“Faith?” She turned her hands over her mouth trying to muffle the sobs that wracked her body as Tim slowly walked into the room “Are you… I’m sorry” he said slowly walking toward her.

“I just didn’t… I… I’m sorry.”

Gently he took her in his arms holding her, “Shhhh it’s ok. It’s ok to be sad.”

“I just miss them so much” she cried burying herself in his chest. “It hurts.”

They both sunk to the ground as Tim held her letting her cry as he gently rubbed her back. Let her pour out of the sorrow and pain she had been feeling for months. She knew it wasn’t their fault that they were gone but she felt so alone. So abandoned by them.

Once she had calmed down a little bit Tim sighed sitting back so he could look at her.

“You’re not alone you know. You have your sister, Gigi and… me. I will never leave you.” Faith nodded slowly wiping away her tears looking down at her hand that was now covered in black makeup. Tim couldn't help but laugh lightly “Here,” he said getting up grabbing some tissue and gently wiping her face. She sat still looking at him as he helped her get her face back.

“When you're ready do you want to come up with backstories for the people attending this party? The first time I went to one of these Dick and I did it. Apparently, he used to do it with Maia.”

“Oh yeah, Jennifer and I use to do that.”

“Or,” he said pausing, “We could just skip it and go train in the Batcave.”

She paused, tempted, “no, I need to face my fears… but after I would LOVE to go get a bat burger, those little portions of fish left me starving.” Tim grinned.

“With extra sauce and crispy fries?”

“Duah!”

Taking his hand Faith stood up leading him out a smile back on her face as the went back into the gala. However, when they got to the door she paused pulling him back for a moment.

“Thanks,” she whispered. He gave her hand a squeeze.

“Anytime.”

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Stranger: Sebastian sat on the counter, fingers slowly dipping inside himself as he watched his roommates play in the living room. He grinned, hearing the door open. "Guys, Kurt's home! Pants on or relocate." He shifted on the counter where he'd decided to perch for the day snacking on chips, his shirt falling to his thighs. "How was work?" He asked, licking his fingers casually.

You: Kurt chuckled softly and rolled his eyes at Sebastian's words as he came through the door, shutting it behind himself as he made his way over to greet him. "Hey. Work was good as ever," he said. He rolled his eyes, shaking his head slightly as he watched Sebastian licking his fingers. "You're a little ridiculous, you know that?"

Stranger: "And yet, you haven't kicked me out." Sebastian shrugged. "So work sucked?" He grinned, picking up his bowl of chips once more and slipped one past his lips, chewing quietly as he watched the male.

You: "Yeah, I can't seem to make sense of that decision. I guess I'm a little fond of you," Kurt said, shaking his head to himself. He moved to lean against the counter, looking at Sebastian. "Yeah. It definitely could've been better."

Stranger: Sebastian leaned over, kissing the top of Kurt's head. "Then quit, and do what we do instead!" Sebastian said, smiling. He'd been telling Kurt for years to quit his job and go into their field of 'science'. Technically Kurt's roommates were all in a research trial for a new drug that kicked up sex drives for an extended period of time but they had to record long term effects. "I mean, it's good money and you don't have to leave the house. You'd just constantly be jacking off."

You: Kurt let out a soft laugh at Sebastian's words, shaking his head. "Yeah, see, I just don't know about that, Bas," he said. "As fun as that sounds, I actually like being able to be a productive human being."

Stranger: "Hey, I'm productive. I do a lot during the day. Hunter ate me out while I did the dishes, I even got dinner started in the crock pot. Hunter cleaned, however he had to clean the vacuum after... It was an interesting day actually. But we all got stuff done! And it's for the good of humanity, even if it means I'm constantly dripping." He said, shrugging. "And you already know and like your coworkers. It's a great job." He laughed. "This trial is better than the last one by leaps and bounds at least. No more midnight puking. I hear it's going into production though... that's a scary thought."

You: "Yeah, see, that's technically productive, but at the same time... That's pretty low level productive. But I guess it's alright. It's clean around here, aside from the various bodily fluids," Kurt said with a soft laugh, rolling his eyes at him. "And see, you're not doing a great job of inspiring confidence in me. If part of your pitch is a reminder of the awful side effects of a past run, that's not good."

Stranger: "Hey, I'm not a salesman. I'm a horny drug tester. Don't blame me if I'm just trying to make your life easier." He laughed softly then nudged him with his knee. "I need to go finish myself off though. I'll be back down to finish cooking in a bit. Go relax, take a hot bath. You still look stressed."

You: "Sure, sure. Careful you're not letting those drugs melt your brain, though," Kurt said with a soft laugh, shaking his head. He sighed softly and nodded, stepping back. "Actually, a bath does sound absolutely amazing. So I'll go do that, you enjoy yourself."

Stranger: "I'm taking it better than those two are. Cara can't go an hour without something inside her and Hunter has come so many times in the past 24 hours he passed out while cleaning. We already called it in, I promise." He said as they climbed the stairs. "Enjoy your bath." He called out, going into his own room and falling on his bed, happy to see his vibrator was fully charged again.

You: "See, there it is again. The idea of the drugs might sound appealing if it wasn't for the fact that I see the toll it takes on all of you up close every day," Kurt said, shaking his head slightly. "Alright, I will," he said. He went into his bathroom, sighing softly as he started the tub filling and got undressed.

Stranger: Sebastian worked himself through another two orgasms and laid in bed panting. His body ached in an unfulfilled way, jealous that Hunter was with Cara and really shouldn't be pulling any extra work on top of that. He sighed, checking the time. It flew by quicker when turned on, he would swear to it. Sebastian slid off the bed, tugging his shirt back down after wiping himself up. He'd forgone underwear on day two of the trial, realizing they were pointless when they just got ruined constantly. He slipped down to the kitchen, washing his hands and finishing dinner, his legs tight together as he gave himself constant needy friction.

You: Kurt relaxed in the bath for a while, washing himself up and listening to some music until the water started to go lukewarm. He got up out of the bath and toweled himself off, slipping on some comfortable clothing before padding back out to the kitchen to find Sebastian again. "Hey," he said. "So, how was getting yourself off for the millionth time today?"

Stranger: "Unfulfilling as usual." He said, turning the crock pot off and grabbing plates for everyone. He started plating the veggies and roast for himself and Kurt, handing him his plate. "I've never backed down from a trial though and I've only got a week left on this one. I'll be fine." He smiled, nudging Kurt. "What do you want to drink?"

You: Kurt nodded slightly. He took the plate, smiling softly and thanking Sebastian. "You really do need to find yourself a guy to get on this trial thing too, just so that you can actually be somewhat sated," he said with a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "Eh, just water, I think."

Stranger: "Don't you think I tried? Literally an hour ago." He grinned, grabbing glasses. "Hunter would help but he's worn out just with Cara and sadly I find it hard to fancy a female." He filled them both with ice water and sat them down at the table.

You: "Okay, true. Some other guy, though, probably. I'm sure there's someone out there that would be easy to convince," Kurt said with a soft chuckle, shrugging. He sat down at the table, leaning back in his seat as he started to eat.

Stranger: "Not exactly looking for anyone." Sebastian said and stuck a bite in his mouth, rubbing his thighs together. "I mean, it's definitely going to get better in a week, it would be easier to just hire a prostitute at this point. Oooh, where's that Sam guy you hung out with in high school? He had nice washboard abs I'd grind against!" He teased, winking at Kurt.

You: Kurt let out a laugh and shook his head, rolling his eyes. "That's where I have to draw the line, Bas. I will not permit prostitutes in this home," he said, chuckling. "Sam wasn't a prostitute, anyways. And I'm pretty sure he'd be too boring to entertain you for long, anyway."

Stranger: "I only need a week and a cock. A warm, fleshy cock filling me up a few times a day." Sebastian shrugged, the thought of it making him leak, dripping down his thighs. "Damn it." He whispered, reaching to the middle of the table for napkins.

You: Kurt raised an eyebrow at Sebastian, letting out a soft laugh. "God, I can't believe that this is just the sort of thing that happens around my apartment now. This is just my life," he said. "I can't remember the last time I saw your with pants on."

Stranger: "Honestly don't miss the pants. Or panties, at that point." Sebastian grinned and stuck another veggie in his mouth as his free hand used the napkin to clean himself.

You: "Yeah, I mean... in all honesty, I don't miss you wearing them, either," Kurt said with a soft laugh, shaking his head slightly. "I get a pretty good view from time to time."

Stranger: "Don't turn me on anymore than I already am. I do need this protein... you'll make me forget about the food." He whispered and closed his eyes, trying to focus.

You: "Okay, okay, my bad. In fairness, though, I'm pretty sure nothing /doesn't/ turn you on anymore," Kurt said, looking over to watch him.

Stranger: "I can still think of a few things, but they used to be turn offs and now they do nothing to me at all. Nothing can stop this." He said and took a drink of water.

You: Kurt nodded slightly, chuckling. "Yeah, it's almost a superpower, really. The worst superpower, but a superpower nonetheless," he said.

Stranger: "Not the worst, I think it's literally impossible to be a rape victim now." He whispered before shifting in his seat. He leaned forward over the table, taking large bites to try and finish his meal.

You: "Is that supposed to be a good thing? I'm pretty sure it's not," Kurt said, shaking his head slightly, a small frown on his lips as he watched him.

Stranger: Cara came down the steps weakly, plopping down on her chair at the table. "Remind me how much we make again?" She whispered and Sebastian smiled. "200 a day." Cara nodded, whimpering. "He got the wrong hole and now my ass burns." She whined and covered her head with her hands. "Kurt? Get her a plate?" Sebastian asked, unwilling to move just yet.

You: Kurt nodded slightly, getting up from the table. He looked over to watch Cara as he fixed her a plate, letting out a soft sigh. He knew that his roommates made good money doing this and they had volunteered for it, but seeing them in various states because of the drugs still made him feel bad. "Eat up," he told her as he set her plate down in front of her.

Stranger: Cara nodded as Hunter came down stairs. He made himself a plate and sat down. "Sorry, Care." He whispered and she nodded, eating vegetables slowly. Sebastian reached over and pet her hair sadly. He then glanced at Kurt and shook his head. "She'll be okay." He mouthed, spreading his legs and closing them quickly before finishing his food. "Who's turn is it to do dishes?" Cara sighed and Hunter nodded. "I'll do them, don't worry." He said from the table and Sebastian nodded. "I'm going to bed then, night guys." He said, tossing the drenched napkin away.

You: Kurt nodded slightly, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he watched them, his eyes flicking between the three of them. "Okay, goodnight, Bas," he said, picking up his plate and bringing it over to leave it in the sink.

Stranger: Sebastian waited at the top of the stairs, hating himself for his own minds wants. He leaned against the wall in the hallway, pulling his shirt up so he had access to his pussy, rubbing it over and over, eyes closed as he listened for Kurt's footsteps.

You: Kurt headed up to go into his bedroom, stopping short in the hallway as he caught sight of Sebastian touching himself. He just stood there for a moment, looking down to watch him. "Ah, hey."

Stranger: Sebastian frowned, reaching out to grab Kurt's hand, pulling the male towards him. "Once... I promise I won't ask again. Please? Just this once?" He begged, pressing his hand up against the liquids seeping out of him. "Please?" He whispered again.

You: Kurt let out a soft groan as he felt Sebastian's wetness, nodding slightly. "I... Yeah. Okay. Whatever you need," he said. "I've thought about offering before. This is... yeah."

Stranger: Sebastian panted, lifting his shirt up and off, sweating through it anyway and he reached behind him to open the door to his bedroom, pulling Kurt inside. "Please?" He repeated, despite knowing Kurt consented. He turned, falling onto his bed, legs spread. "God I need you. Fuck..." He panted, chest rising and falling. "Just until I pass out, just this once..."

You: Kurt groaned softly as he followed Sebastian into his room, watching him. He made quick work of ridding himself of his pants and underwear, getting onto the bed. "Okay, Bas," he said softly, settling between Sebastian's legs as he took his cock in his hand and stroked himself to full hardness.

Stranger: Sebastian moaned, watching him, his own hand going back down to sate the fire between his thighs, plunging two fingers into his hole, letting liquids seep out around him as he waited. "Kurt... Fuck." He panted, turning his head to the side and gasping. "W-Why other guy?" He barely got the broken sentence out. "Just you. No other." He moaned, slowly fucking himself.

You: Kurt looked down at Sebastian, watching him as he moved to get on top of him. "Just... just relax, Bastian, I'll take care of you," he said, taking Sebastian's wrist to pull his hand away so that he could replace it with his cock, easing into him.

Stranger: Sebastian moaned, fingers reaching above his head to grab the bed spindles in the head board. "So open for you, please!" He gasped, his eyes shut as his hips pushed up against the warm cock. "Yes... Fuck yes. Need you!"

You: Kurt moaned as he slid into Sebastian, closing his eyes for a moment and taking in a breath. "Fuck," he breathed out at he bottomed out inside of him, starting to move and immediately setting a quick pace in his thrusts.

Stranger: Sebastian cried out in pleasure, his body clenching desperately around the male, legs wrapping around his hips, fingers over his shoulders as he pulled the male deep into him with each thrust. "Kurt!" He gasped reaching his first peak, squirting up against him but unabashed by it. The actual feeling of being filled sating him like no masturbation had yet done. "Oh God yes. Just like that! Don't stop!"

You: Kurt let out a groan as he felt Sebastian clenching around him, his hips stuttering at the feeling of Sebastian coming around his cock. "Jesus fuck, Bas," he breathed out, his hands landing on Sebastian's hips as he continued to fuck into him.

Stranger: "Roll over. I'll ride you." He said, hips halting to let him turn to his back. "I need you deep... Fuck." He gasped, reaching down to frantically rub his his clit as he waited for Kurt to pull out.

You: Kurt nodded slightly, groaning as he pulled out of Sebastian and turned over to lay back against the bed. "C'mon, do what you need," he said, watching him.

Stranger: Sebastian grinned, getting up as soon as the male laid down. He slipped his thighs over him, using his hand to guide his cock inside himself again, bottoming out and moaning explicitly. He leaned down as his hips rolled over him, getting Kurt deep in him while hitting his gspot every time. He cried out as he came on top of him, each high only a few seconds after each other, his body drenching Kurt beneath him as he completely used the mans cock for his own pleasure.

You: Kurt closed his eyes for a moment as Sebastian slid down onto his cock again, moaning at the sensation. He rocked his hips up in time with Sebastian's movements, one hand sliding over Sebastian's skin as their bodies moved together. "Fucking... Bas..." he breathed out.

Stranger: Sebastian bit his lip, working himself up and down the male's shaft. "So good. Fill me up. Fill me up Kurt!" He begged, fingers digging into the man's chest. "Please!"

You: Kurt groaned, his fingers digging lightly into Sebastian's side. He'd wanted to hold off for as long as he could, but eventually, hearing Sebastian's begging, he came hard inside of him, moaning his name.

Stranger: Sebastian moaned, the feel of his cum shooting inside reaching the end of him felt like a full dinner to Sebastian. He was sated, for the time being, in the best way possible. He leaned down, kissing the male softly as all the other body needs started to come to him, sleep taking priority. He slipped off the male slowly, inching to the side as he rested down on Kurt's shoulder, one leg still draped over the male. "Love you." He whispered before his body finally shut down from being overworked for days and he passed out, half sprawled over his best friend.

You: Kurt caught his breath, looking over at Sebastian as he pulled off of him. "Mhm, goodnight, Bas, love you too," he mumbled. He slipped his arms around Sebastian's waist, closing his eyes, not feeling like bothering to get up and move to his own bed.

Stranger: Sebastian slept nearly seven hours, the longest he'd slept since week one of the trial. He slipped up to do his business in the bathroom and take a shower, not bothering to masturbate during it since he was still slightly sore and stiff from the previous night. He smiled, seeing Kurt still in his bed and he sat down, admiring his body. His fingers traced soft lines up and down his thighs as he waited for him to wake up.

You: Kurt grumbled softly as he woke up, yawning and rubbing his hand over his face. He opened his eyes, slowly looking over at Sebastian and remembering where he was and what they'd done the night before. "Mm. Morning."

Stranger: "Morning." He smiled and squeezed his thigh. "Thank you for last night. I actually slept... didn't mean to trap you beneath me though." He whispered. "Sorry."

You: Kurt shook his head slightly. "No, it's okay. I mean, that was the most exciting sex I've had in a while, so," he said, chuckling. "And I prefer to cuddle after anyways, so."

Stranger: Sebastian nodded. "I need to change the sheets but I'm happy to lay back down and cuddle after?" He grinned. "I'm too sore and... I'm oddly sated right now. Like I have a tiny need but nothing like last night. If that's what real sex does... I don't understand how Cara is worse off than I am." He shrugged.

You: Kurt chuckled softly and nodded. "Yeah, okay, we can do that," he said, sitting up and stretching his arms out over his head. "Well... that's good, at least. I guess it's just affecting you differently, and at least you're feeling better."

Stranger: "Well, I mean... I'm a male and she isn't... we just have all the same working bits down there." He shrugged as he started peeling up the sheets. "I'm so happy I can think now and all I want to do is curl up and nap more." He laughed softly.

You: "Yeah, exactly. So it makes sense that you're having different effects. Unlucky for her," Kurt said with a small shrug. He chuckled softly and nodded, giving him a small smile. "Well, curling up and napping can definitely happen."

Stranger: "I need to go out today later though, at least by tonight, to pick up the plan b pill." He said and started putting the clean sheets on the bed. "Because someone was just as distracted as I was last night." He grinned.

You: "Oh. Ha, shit, yeah, you're right," Kurt said with a small nod, chuckling softly. "Not my fault, though. You were very... distracting."

Stranger: "I bet I was, acting like a begging pup at the top of the stairs, waiting for you." Sebastian said, resting his head on the male's chest when he was done and pulling out his phone to email his report to the case study designer. When he was done he set his phone down right before it binged with a reply. Sebastian frowned, lifting the phone back up to his face and sighing. "No other drugs while on the drug. Fuck."

You: "Yeah, it was... interesting, to say the least," Kurt said with a soft laugh, wrapping his arms around him. He watched Sebastian, furrowing his brow when he heard what he'd read off of his phone. "What? No, that's ridiculous. They've got to make an exception in a case like this."

Stranger: "Yeah, if I want to drop out of the program and risk never getting another trial." He sighed. "It's fine, it's highly unlikely you got me pregnant. No one else has... one time won't be the end all." He said, nuzzling into his chest.

You: "Yeah. I know it's not likely, but still. That's kind of bullshit," Kurt said, letting out a quiet huff of air, He let his hand run over Sebastian's side slowly, saying, "But yeah, you're right. Nothing to worry get worked up about."

Stranger: Sebastian hummed, closing his eyes. "You know how you said you got a nice view occasionally?" He asked with a grin. "You were wrong... This is a wonderful view." He hummed, trailing a finger down Kurt's toned stomach then over his thigh. "You're gorgeous. If you decide to stop wearing pants, I'd be on the hype train, hell I'd be the conductor."

You: Kurt let out a soft laugh at Sebastian's words, rolling his eyes. "Mhm, okay, whatever you say," he said, shaking his head slightly. He let out a soft breath as he felt Sebastian's touch moving over his skin. "Mm... I'll definitely keep that in mind."

Stranger: "Let's just be a house of nudists. It would save on clothing." He grinned and closed his eyes, cuddling closer to the male. "Hey Kurt?" He whispered as his arm wrapped around the male.

You: "That'd certainly be an interesting option," Kurt said with a soft laugh, shaking his head slightly. He looked down at him, raising an eyebrow at him. "Yeah?"

Stranger: "We had sex." He grinned. "You fucked a pussy so well it aches." He hummed. "Good job."

You: Kurt chuckled softly, rolling his eyes at him fondly. "Yeah, we did," he said. "In fairness, I think you ended up doing most of the work."

Stranger: "You got it rolling though. I couldn't have done it without you, I have weeks of failure to prove it." He smiled, licking his lips. "I always wanted to sneak into your bedroom at night and suck you off until you begged to fuck me, I would have even let you take my ass, I just... we've been friends for so long I didn't want to fuck it up..."

You: Kurt shook his head slightly, shrugging. "I don't think that you've messed anything up, Bastian," he said, rubbing his hand over his side. "And I don't think that us having sex ever would've. We maybe should've done this before."

Stranger: "Well we're good at teasing what we want, not actually committing to it." He whispered. "I wanted you to fuck me, so of course it took eight years to get it done." He laughed.

You: Kurt chuckled softly and nodded. "Yeah.. So, that begs the question, was it worth waiting eight years for?"

Stranger: "If that's the only time? I wish I was less drugged up for it. If it's not the only time... then yeah. I already know and love you and we have that base beneath us for any added extracurricular fun to stand on."

You: Kurt chuckled softly and nodded, looking at Sebastian with a small smile. "Well, if you want, I think we can definitely have that not be the only time."

Stranger: "I promised not to ask again, so if you wanna fuck me you're gonna have to come to me this time." Sebastian grinned. "And condoms are in that drawer for future reference." He pointed.

You: "I don't think that I'd mind if you broke that promise, though," Kurt said with a soft laugh, shaking his head. "Mm, good. Duly noted for next time."

Stranger: Sebastian nodded. "Well okay then. You know for the next week your cock is going to be begged for constantly, then, right?" He whispered softly.

You: Kurt chuckled softly and nodded. "Yeah, I can live with that," he said. "I'll be right here for you, whenever I don't have to be at work."

Stranger: "I bet you can." He grinned and leaned up, kissing the male's cheek. "Thank you."

Stranger: (Brb)

You: Kurt chuckled softly, looking at Sebastian with a smile and giving his cheek a kiss in return. "You don't have to thank me."

Stranger: "I do. It wasn't until you said you got occasional delicious glances at me under the shirt that I realized you may say yes to fucking me... So it's really because of you this happened at all." He whispered.

You: Kurt nodded slightly, letting his hand slide up to run his fingers through Sebastian's hair. "You would've ended up asking me eventually, either way," he said.

Stranger: "I'm not sure about that." He whispered. "I was really scared you'd run at the idea."

You: "You know me better than that. Any doubt you had was just nerves," Kurt said, shaking his head.

Stranger: "We kept a line between flirting and fucking and neither of us crossed it. Are you saying you were nervous, Kurt?" He asked quietly.

You: Kurt let out a soft sigh, shrugging. "I mean, I guess so, yeah," he said.

Stranger: "What were you nervous about?" He asked, his fingers tracing circles on the male's chest slowly.

You: "I don't know. Just that... whatever I feel for you, that you'd want none of it," he said.

Stranger: Sebastian was quiet as he thought, eyes staring at his finger dancing over Kurt's skin before he moved his hand up, taking the male's chin and he tilted his own head, pressing their lips together fully.

You: Kurt looked at him in surprise as he felt him taking his chin in his hand, letting his eyes flutter shut as he kissed him back.

Stranger: Sebastian cautiously slipped his hand around the male's head, holding him close as his lips traced over the males. He kissed a little harder before his tongue darted out to taste.

You: Kurt kissed him back slowly, letting his mouth open slightly for him as he felt his tongue, shifting into a slightly more comfortable position against him.

Stranger: Sebastian moved with him, sliding over just slightly so Kurt could adjust. His hands slipped down over his shoulders and around his neck, his tongue pressing in to explore the cavern of his mouth, tasting him and moaning against his lips.

You: Kurt let out a soft moan into the kiss, holding onto Sebastian close against his body. Eventually he made himself pull back, asking softly, "What is this?"

Stranger: Sebastian let out short, soft pants as he looked at him. "Me telling you I've wanted you to kiss me like that since I met you?" He whispered. "To kiss me and touch me and... everything?" He added.

You: Kurt chuckled softly, looking at Sebastian with a smile and running his fingers through his hair. "And this isn't just, like, the drugs fucking with your brain since I actually had sex with you?"

Stranger: "No, honestly... ask Hunter." He whispered. "I've wanted you for ages, Kurt. I just didn't want it to hurt our friendship."

You: Kurt nodded slightly, pulling Sebastian into another soft kiss. "Okay... Okay, good."

Stranger: Sebastian laughed softly against his lips. "I promise, I love you way more than a friend should love another friend." He grinned and kissed him again, slowly.

You: Kurt kissed him back contently, letting out a soft hum into it. "I love you too," he murmured.

Stranger: "Good. Now less kissing, I'm enjoying my solace of new serious leaking and I'm terrified this will bring it back. Especially since it's time for another pill." He whispered.

You: Kurt let out a soft breath and nodded. "Alright, alright, no more kissing for now," he said, his hand running over Sebastian's side.

Stranger: Sebastian grabbed the pill bottle and shook one out before taking it and then laid back down with a smile. "Are you skipping work today? It's already eight am."

You: "Yeah, I think I am," Kurt said with a soft laugh, nodding and wrapping his arms back around Sebastian. "I'll call in sick, later."

Stranger: "Mmmn, good, I want you here right now either way." He whispered and closed his eyes. "I want someone to keep me safe and warm as I catch up on much needed sleep." He whispered.

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