#sunday lovers are eating so fucking good wow

[teddybeartoji]

@twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat @kisstoru @mossmotif

I'm tired of doing it. I want to eat uhhh...

[captain-hawks]

OVERRATED // matsukawa issei x f!reader

You’re convinced that getting fingered is overrated. Your roommate shows you otherwise, since you’ve clearly never been with someone who knows what they’re doing.

2.6k — 18+, roommates to lovers, fingering, mattsun and those goddamn hands

A woman sits in a dark booth in the back corner of a restaurant, lower lip tucked between her teeth, fingers digging into the edges of her seat as she tries not to make it obvious that the man beside her has his hand up her skirt. 

“There’s no way it feels that good for her,” you scoff, arms crossed, eyes narrowed as you stare judgmentally at the television screen. 

Matsukawa looks from you, to the movie, and back again. “Getting fingered?”

Your eyes flit over to where your roommate’s sitting on the opposite end of the couch, one brow raised as he lifts a can of soda to his lips.

The woman on the television screen moans.

(This isn’t porn, for the record.)

“Yeah? I mean this is like, false advertising.”

Matsukawa blinks. “I literally do not think I’ve ever met a girl who doesn’t enjoy being fingered.”

A sudden surge of heat licks at the back of your neck at his words, and you force your attention back to the screen. “And just how many girls have you—actually, you know what. Nevermind. Don’t answer that.”

He lets out a quiet huff of a laugh, and the two of you are silent for another five minutes or so before he speaks up again.

“So you’ve never had an orgasm just from being fingered then.”

Matsukawa says it bluntly, plainly, like he’s completely unbothered by the prospect of casually discussing sex with you on your couch on a Friday night. 

“Nope,” you shake your head, popping the ‘P’ for emphasis.

He’s not looking at you when he replies, “That’s a shame.”

—

Your phone lights up with a notification for a text message from Matsukawa on Sunday morning while you’re still in bed. You’re pretty sure he left the apartment early to get breakfast with Hanamaki, and he’s yet to return.

Mattsun: can you text makki and tell him you think getting fingered is overrated Mattsun: he doesn’t believe me >>: …. >>: so like >>: sometimes makki can just maybe not know things Mattsun: you spent twenty minutes last week telling both of us about your last date who couldn’t get it up Mattsun: in detail Mattsun: with a donut and >>: OKAY YEAH YEAH Mattsun: :)

Collapsing back against your pillows, you groan before opening your text thread with Hanamaki.

>>: getting fingered is overrated, makki Hanamaki: wow he wasn’t kidding  Hanamaki: wild >>: now can you make sure he brings me home a coffee Hanamaki: k Hanamaki: u act like he would ever forget something u asked for >>: what’s that supposed to mean Hanamaki: also though Hanamaki: when are u guys going to fuck

You drop your phone on the mattress, looking around the room as if Hanamaki himself is sitting in the corner snickering at you. 

>>: i’m sorry what >>: who >>: how did we get here Hanamaki: at least ask HIM to finger u  Hanamaki: because this shit is DEpressing >>: i’m blocking your number Hanamaki: u’ve seen his hands right >>: bye Hanamaki: cool i’ll email u xo

Groaning, you bury your face under the covers. 

—

“I had an idea. A really dumb idea, actually. It’s kind of Makki’s fault, but—“

Matsukawa looks up from where he’s pouring a glass of water, brows furrowing. 

“—and honestly just feel free to say no and forget this ever happened—“

He blinks, putting down the cup and leaning against the counter, crossing his arms as he waits for you to fumble through this never ending lead up to a question that’s been eating at the back of your mind all week. 

“Can you uh…could you maybe…”

Matsukawa moves a little closer to you, leaning in, as if his proximity is going to help encourage you to drag the rest of the words from where they’re clinging to the backs of your teeth. 

“CouldyoufingermeinaplatonicwaysoIcanfigureoutifI’mjustbrokenorsomething.”

You say it all in a single breath. 

Matsukawa chokes. 

“You think you’re the problem?” he asks, taken aback. 

“I mean, yeah? If it’s supposed to feel good, and it doesn’t for me, then maybe I—“

“Go put on something that makes you feel sexy,” he interrupts you calmly.

Your heart lurches in your chest. “What? Right now!?” you squeak. 

Matsukawa walks over to the kitchen sink, glancing back at you over his shoulder as he slowly presses down the pump on the foaming soap and thoroughly washes his hands. 

You’re not sure how or why that sight alone already leaves your throat dry. 

He nods. “Put on whatever makes you feel good. It doesn’t matter what it looks like. We’re not going anywhere. And then go in my bedroom, lay down in my bed, and text me when you’re ready.”

Fifteen minutes later, you find yourself on your stomach in Matsukawa’s bed, legs idly kicking in the air to expel the nervous energy simmering in your gut. 

And while it was borderline mortifying trying to pick out something “sexy” to wear before tiptoeing into his bedroom, you realize why he said it now as you hit send on a message that simply reads “Ready.”

Because now that you’re lying here in a short, pleated skirt that’s lived in the back of your closet for years, thigh high socks, a delicate, lacy bralette that you’ve yet to find a reason to wear, and a thong with a little pink bow nestled just above your ass—

Now that you’re wrapped up in the familiar scent of Matsukawa’s body wash in a way that’s far more intimate than stealing his clothes or falling asleep on his shoulder on the couch—

Now that you know he’s seconds away from seeing you like this in his bed, from slipping his fingers beneath your skirt—

Well, you can already feel it—the slick, sticky arousal soaking its way into your panties. 

“Wow,” Matsukawa murmurs as he walks in, striding over to the foot of the bed. “Nice socks.”

You go to roll over, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious, and he shakes his head. “No, stay like that.”

Turning back onto your stomach, you push your phone aside, hugging one of his pillows to your face—though you almost regret it when you subsequently end up burying your nose in the warm and admittedly dizzying scent of him once more. Meanwhile, you feel the mattress dip as he climbs atop it. 

“If at any point you want me to stop, let me know, okay?”

You nod, and he slowly starts to run his hands up the backs of your thighs, stopping just shy of the hem of your skirt. 

“Didn’t you wear this to that costume party at Oikawa’s a few years ago?”

The first and only time you wore it, given how its meager length leaves almost nothing to the imagination. 

“Yeah,” you laugh, though it’s a little weak, given the way he’s now rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs against the inside of your thighs. 

Unintentionally, you spread your legs somewhat for him at the sensation, toes curling. He chuckles quietly. 

Matsukawa’s fingers finally slide up your skirt, his large hands resting on either of your ass cheeks. You try to fight the sudden urge to arch your spine into his touch. 

“Is this still okay?”

You nod, and he squeezes. 

A moan slips out past your lips before you can stop it. 

“Oh,” you breathe out, fingers grasping his silky dark green sheets for purchase as he begins to massage the globes of your ass. 

“Does that feel good?” he asks. 

He squeezes a little harder, and there’s a euphoric release of tension that seeps through your muscles.

“So good,” you mumble, face pressed sideways against his pillow. Which you may or may not have drooled on. 

Cool air licks and settles against your backside as Matsukawa grasps your skirt and pushes it out of the way. Your thong tightens against your skin with tension for a moment, snapping back lightly once he lets it go.

Sliding his palm down the center of your ass, he brings his hand back to your thighs and stretches his fingers outward, effectively spreading your legs further. You inhale, toes pressing down into the mattress at the foot of the bed. 

“Oh, do you want me to take these off?” he pauses, idly toying with the string of your thong. 

And while it would certainly be easier, there’s something about the evidence of your arousal soaking into the material, something about the way the lace tugs against your skin—

You shake your head. 

“Good, the bow is cute.”

He runs a finger over the delicate piece of ribbon, and you’re thankful he can’t see the embarrassing way you swallow in response. 

“Is flattery a part of the process?” you ask. 

You can almost hear the grin on his face as he slowly feathers a finger against the wet spot on your panties and replies, “Is it not working?”

“You’re terrible,” you laugh, despite the shiver that runs through you. 

“Save your breath.”

You turn slightly to look back at him, brows furrowed. “For wha—“

Your words are cut off by the moan that crawls up your throat without warning as the pad of Matsukawa’s middle finger suddenly slides down the length of your creamy slit. 

It catches you off guard, how good that little bit of contact feels. How sensitive you are for him. How—

“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re wet,” he murmurs, one digit now circling around the rim of your puffy, fluttering entrance while another long finger draws through your folds once more. 

He’s hardly doing anything, and it already sounds obscene. 

Your chest burns, and your heart thunders in your chest as you find yourself arching your ass up off of the bed. The skirt flops back down over your backside in the process, and Matsukawa’s quick to push it back out of the way, his large hand pressing into the small of your back. 

The pillow case grows more damp against your cheek as you quietly pant against it. 

“Matsukawa,” you whine, hips pressing backward again as he ghosts a finger over your swollen clit before dragging two digits back through your folds. Your cunt aches. 

“You have to tell me if you don’t like how it feels, okay?”

He runs his thumb across your dripping hole. 

“Matsukawa,” you gasp again, one hand tightly grasping the top edge of the mattress. 

“Just tell me to stop, and I will,” he promises, slipping the tip of a finger into your entrance. Barely past the fingernail. 

“Issei, please,” you nearly sob, spreading your legs even further for him. “Don’t—don’t stop.”

He lets out a noisy, rough exhale. One that’s a stark contrast to his easy, syrupy tone. 

But you can hardly hear it as he slides his finger into your cunt, not stopping until he’s at the last knuckle. 

You can hardly hear it over the desperate, needy moan that he drags out of you on one finger alone. 

Matsukawa takes his time exploring your tight inner walls, alternating between pumping his finger in and out while you keen for him and keeping it lodged inside as he curls and strokes your wet channel. 

It’s never felt like this. 

Not with anyone. 

Not even with your own fingers. 

But this—

It feels like you’re burning from the inside out, like your nerves are on the verge of going up in flames. 

It’s just one long, deft finger sliding in and out of the eager, needy grip of your pussy. Your tight, soaking wet pussy that’s nowhere near full enough yet still pulsing and dripping with pleasure all the same. 

It’s just a single finger, and yet your voice is going hoarse from the moans tumbling from your lips, the repeated whimpers of Matsukawa’s name as your sticky arousal slides down the palm of his hand. 

“You’re so fucking wet,” he rasps, voice a little rougher than it was before. 

“I’m probably making a mess all over your bed,” you mutter against the pillow. 

“Good,” you swear you hear him breathe out before he asks, “Still overrated?” His free hand slides beneath the waistband of your thong,  wrapping around your hip bone. 

“It’s never, I’ve never—“ you gasp. 

“Because you sleep with guys who do it for themselves, who see it as a necessity to getting their dick inside of you,” Matsukawa replies in a calm tone that’s a stark contrast to the way you’re unravelling beneath him. “I just want you to feel good. This isn’t about me.”

And you’ve also never been fingered like this—face down, prone. With your pebbled nipples rubbing against your lace bralette and a too-short skirt rucked up around your waist. In a sopping wet thong that keeps rubbing against your clit every time Matsukawa nudges it out of the way, with thigh high socks that continue to slip down lower and lower as you writhe in pleasure against the mattress. 

You’ve never been fingered by Matsukawa Issei. Your roommate and your best friend who’s a little too handsome for his own good. Who you’ve had more wet dreams about than you can count. 

Matsukawa Issei and his stupidly long, dexterous fingers. Two of which are now stuffed in your tight hole, massaging your inner walls while you drool on his pillow like it’s his cock that’s stuffed inside of you instead. 

Matsukawa Issei, who’s somehow on the verge of making you forget every dick you’ve ever had inside of you by fucking you with his fingers and his fingers alone. 

“Don’t flatter me that much yet, not till I make you come,” he murmurs, stroking your throbbing clit. 

And oh—you fucking said that last bit out loud. 

Not that you can bring yourself to care when the coil of heat in your gut is wrapped so tight you can hardly breathe. Every muscle in your body tenses under the liquid pleasure that sears its way down your spine with a bite that has you trembling, sheets slipping beneath the feeble grasp of your shaking hands. 

You end up pushing yourself onto your knees as Matsukawa purposely slows his pace, like he’s not ready for you to come yet. Like he wants to edge you until the whole goddamn mattress is soaked.

“Issei,” you whimper in a small, breathless voice that you can hardly believe is your own. 

And suddenly you find yourself being tugged backwards into his lap, your legs spread, your back to his chest. You barely have time to marvel over the feeling of his hard cock pressing into your ass through his pants, not when his lips ghost against the shell of your ear before he rests his chin against your shoulder. 

Matsukawa slides his fingers back inside of you, and you moan at the angle, at the way his mouth ends up tucked into the crook of your neck when you roll your hips into his touch. His lips are hot against your skin as he traces the column of your neck, cunt squelching wetly while your pussy greedily takes in the stretch of his digits over and over. 

And then he presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your pulse point, biting and sucking at the sensitive spot while your cunt throbs, as you shake with a full-body shiver, as the damn of pleasure inside of you snaps and overflows with an orgasm that leaves tears in your eyes as you sob his name. 

Matsukawa tilts your chin and finds your mouth with his, claiming your lips in a messy, spit-soaked kiss as you ride out your climax. 

It’s only once you stop shuddering in pleasure that you remember how hard he felt beneath you, and you go to slip a hand between your bodies—

“It’s okay,” he exhales, sounding just as out of breath as you feel.

“You don’t want me to—“ You try not to sound as disappointed as you feel over his sudden rejection.

His eyes go a little wide. “No, no. No, it’s that. I just…uh…I already…”

You blink at him. “I didn’t think that was actually a thing that happens.”

Did he really just come in his—

Matsukawa rubs the back of his neck, biting his bottom lip. “It’s never happened to me before, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Oh?”

For some reason, you feel more than a little smug at these words.

“First time for everything I guess,” he grins.

“Overrated?” you ask coyly, warmth swelling in your chest.

Matsukawa shakes his head, lips brushing against yours when he leans in and murmurs against your mouth, “Definitely not.”

[lazyangeltreemoney]

Sunday is a Family Day

Oneshot Bodyguard AU

Description: You’re stubborn, annoying and hot as hell which seems to be an awful combo to mix with Bucky Barnes. However one day he realises he got you all wrong and now there’s a little kid in the mix that needs both of your help. 

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky x Rockstar!Reader

Word count: 7648

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, violence, blood, implied sex (no smut), enemies to lovers, child neglect, swearing, smoking, addiction.

A/N: really tried to keep this gender neutral, all the pronouns for the reader are they/them which is kind of important to me considering I recently came out as nonbinary. This one is pretty angsty. Sorry for the shitty description, hope you enjoy. P.S may do some more parts to this one. Also the gif is not mine.

Staring at your mother’s grave funnily enough wasn’t a pleasant experience. Funnily enough her death didn’t bring you anymore pain, but it did make the old pains ache a little more. Why did I think this would be a good idea? Stupid Barnes getting in my head.

“Why do you alway take Sundays off?” You asked him as he started getting dressed

It was almost cliche, sleeping with your bodyguard who could hardly stand you but it was easy. Certainly easier than committing to something real and besides it probably helped Barnes' job that he knew you on an intimate level. At least then even if you did piss him off he would have some reason to actually care about your safety, it would be a pain in the ass for him to find someone who fucked him as well as you did.

Either way, usually after fucking you and Barnes didn’t really talk. You figured it was probably because part of him didn’t want to acknowledge what had just happened, with him usually being so professional, but you were curious. The only day off he ever had was Sundays, on those days Steve would keep an eye on you instead.

“Sundays… are a family day, I spend every Sunday at my parents house for dinner.” He explained carefully, as if he’d revealed he’s deepest secret.

“Wow, who knew that deep down you were so rock and roll.” You snorted, he always was so serious.

Barnes clearly didn’t like your response.

“Family is all I have, but I get how you wouldn’t understand that.” He responded coldly and went back to finishing getting dressed in silence before leaving.

You rolled your eyes at him. Of course you didn’t see the appeal in ‘family dinners’ the only family dinners you could remember you’d much rather forget. Barnes had labelled you from the get go as a ‘spoiled brat and loose cannon that just so happened to be a mediocre musician’. He’d never heard you mention any family, he just assumed you’d either cut them off or they’d cut you off.

You tried to think no more of Barnes' comments but come Sunday your mind just kept wondering. You glanced at the clock while you practised on the guitar, it read 12:01pm. About lunch time, are they just sitting down? Is Barnes carving the turkey? Are there little kids screaming and refusing to eat their vegetables? Is he laughing? Does he feel loved? Your head went on and on asking all those questions but then it got worse.

You began picturing Barnes taking you to one of those family dinners he talked about. How he’d drive you out into the suburbs, his hand on your thigh the whole ride to help your nerves. How he’d introduce you to his mother and how you’d help her cook. Maybe sneak a whiskey with his Dad and bond over telling stupid stories about Bucky Barnes. Of course Bucky would never do that, you were a convenient fuck and nothing more. But either way, your head was beginning to see ‘family’. Maybe Sundays should be a family day.

So here you were now, stood in front of pretty much the only family you had left. You kept rereading the words marked on her grave.

Catherine L/N, Beloved Friend and Loving Mother, you will be missed.

 And your heart ached at the fact that nearly every word on it was a lie. Not even the cold autumn air brought you comfort as your arm began to heat up, a dull ache from the memory of the type of woman she really was.

You could see that the grave was crumbling slightly, it had been almost six years since she passed. Moss and weeds were beginning to take over the patch of land. She didn’t deserve any kindness from you, not even now. She was the reason you kept people at arm's length, the reason why ‘love’ would always be such an alien concept to you. However you couldn’t stop your hands from beginning to pull away at the weeds or try to scrape off the moss. She always wanted to look pretty. It was her no. 1 priority, you were certain you were no.50 or so.

Maybe it was the fact that you had spent most of the afternoon daydreaming about Barnes' probably perfect family, but this certain visit to the grave made you feel shitter than you had done in a long while. So much that you wanted to try and find the nearest bar as you headed out of the graveyard. Screw all the promises you’d made to yourself, to Tony, to even Barnes on occasion, sometimes the genes just run too hard to deny.

However the second you pushed open the door to the bar you were reminded of the last person you’d ever made a promise to. You remembered their adorable little face and button nose. Could I really do this to her as well?

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Monday came around, you’d successfully convinced yourself not to go on a bender but the headache in your head felt like you’d gone on one anyway. Barnes was waiting for you outside by your car. You knew the second he saw you he would be cold and grumpy while listing off your schedule for that day. However there was something more important than any meeting or recording sessions that needed to be done today.

You meet Barnes outside and as you’d predicted he instantly started listing off the hundreds of things you were supposed to get done today. He was talking to you in his ‘no arguments voice’, mainly because over the years he’d seen how much of a pain in the ass you could be first hand. Always wanting to negotiate your way out of some meeting or wanting or missing an annoying interview.

“And then you’re going to Radio 1 headquarters to give an interview,” Bucky continued on.

“Barnes, there’s something else I need to do today-” You tried to begin, He ignored you and continued listing, “At the interview Stark told me that you need to mention the upcoming tour-”

“Barnes I’m serious, I’m not just slacking off for once-”

“Yeah right,” He scoffed.

“Bucky please… this is a family thing.” You finally admitted hanging your head.

You never called him Bucky, he insisted it was a name only his friends or family got to call him, which you were neither. Bucky watched you carefully, he hadn’t even started arguing with you but you already looked almost defeated. He could even see under the makeup that you looked tired, they’d been up all last night. But it was more than just defeat in their eyes, they looked scared, almost remorseful. This wasn’t the Y/N he knew, his Y/N would be energetic, demanding and never vulnerable.

Bucky sighed before reaching towards the sat nav.

“Where to?”

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About an hour's drive later they’d reached a house just on the edge of the suburbs. At a first glance it seemed nice enough, white fence, brick house, hedges in the garden; but Bucky was trained to look past a first glance. The grass and hedges were clearly over growing along with ivy around the house. The windows hadn’t been cleaned in a while along with the gutter being clogged up.

The car on the drive was flashy but it was messy. There was a cigarette tray on the dashboard and fast food containers littered inside. The most damning sign to Bucky was that all the curtains and blinds in the house had been drawn closed even though it was mid morning. However he found himself glancing over to Y/N, trying to gauge their reaction.

Y/N felt sick to their stomach. This wasn’t how this place was supposed to look, there was meant to be swings or slides in the garden. At least a carseat in the car or flowers in the garden.

  Surely this isn’t where they put Claire? You’d spent all of last night trying to research where social services had placed your half sister. You’d told yourself you were doing the right thing when a detective appeared at your doorstep holding her. She’d already had one L/N fucking up her childhood when she was barely four, she didn’t need another, you told yourself. But it was beginning to look like you’d done that anyway.

You took a shaky breath and headed towards the front door. You gave it a good hard knock only for the door to fall open. It made an eerie creaking noise as it swung open.

Before Bucky could object, Y/N marched in only to reveal more of her worst fears. There were empty liquor bottles that littered the floor. The house stunk of smoke and other unpleasant aromas.

Y/N continued through the house and found the garden. It was as unkempt as the rest of the house but Y/N did find one perfect thing in it… Claire. She was a lot older than when you’d last seen her, probably around 10 now, but you’d know that face anywhere. To your surprise she recognised you. She’d looked up from playing with her dolls and saw you standing on the edge of the garden. Her little legs seemed to not be able to get up fast enough as she practically launched herself at you.

“Y/N!” She called happily and wrapped her arms around your legs.

Bucky watched the scene and was beyond confused. Who the hell was this kid? Was she Y/N’s? How could a kid be left alone in a place like this?

“I knew you’d come soon,” Claire announced happily as she hugged your legs tighter.

You looked down at Claire and wanted to earth to swallow you whole, you wanted Satan himself to stab you in the heart and torture you forever. It was all the conformation you needed, I’m truly the worst person alive. However you could berate yourself later, right now you had to be strong for Claire. You kneeled down to her level.

“Claire, are your parents home?” You asked.

Claire shook her head.

Great, just great, those monsters left her alone.

“Okay, well then you’re coming with us, okay, it’ll be like a holiday.” You tried to explain to her.

Bucky’s eyes went wide. You couldn’t surely be suggesting kidnapping? This was insane and illegal. However it was clear you deeply cared for this little girl, it did make sense that you would want to take her away from this place. As he tried to think of some way to do this without being arrested, he saw something that broke his heart.

Y/N rolled up the sleeves on Claires shirt, he could recognise those marks from anywhere, cigarette burns on her arm, along with ugly yellow bruises. He could see the look in Y/N’s eyes, it was like nothing he’d ever seen before. It was a pure rage that she was clearly trying to hide only for Claire’s sake.

You grabbed Claire's hand and started to lead her out of the house when the front door opened. It revealed who you recognised to be Claires “parents”. From the pictures they looked like a perfectly average couple, but they looked nothing like they did in the photos now. Both you and Bucky could smell the booze off them from the second they opened the door. Of course they took notice of you holding Claire's hand and Bucky standing next to you.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?” The ‘’Dad’ yelled.

“I’m here making sure Claire never see’s either of you despicable people again.” You spat at both of them.

“YOU’RE NOT TAKING HER ANYWHERE.” The ‘mother’ screamed pathetically.

“Oh yes I am, because I can clearly see where all the money I sent you to spend on her is really going, so unless you have some pretty good lawyers I’d shut up and let us leave.” You threatened, you had more than enough evidence to get their custody taken away.

However, that seemed to be the final straw. Before you could do anything the father lunged towards you with his fist. Lucky for you, Barnes was a damn good bodyguard and had been itching for a reason to punch this guy.

He quickly stood in front of you and blocked the ‘dad’s’ fist, before throwing a solid punch of his own. One that landed the ‘dad’ straight onto his backside.

“I’ve got half a mind to break that hand of yours clean off so that you’ll never be able to raise it to someone ever again… the only reason I’m not is that I’m certain that KID has been exposed to enough violence.” Bucky threatens darkly.

After that the ‘mother’ quickly became a quivering wreck. Bucky nodded contently that she wouldn’t try anything and grabbed your hand to lead you and Claire back to the car. It was weird, Bucky had grabbed your hand numerous times, leading you away from the press, to an event and had saved you from danger more times than you could count, but this felt different.

You’d placed Claire in the back seat of the car while you sat in the front with Bucky. As he drove, he glanced into the rearview window, Claire was fast asleep. Now seemed like a good enough time to finally ask some questions about what the hell just happened.

You were a wreck as Bucky drove back into New York. Everything you tried to do to keep her safe, to try and keep her away from you because you were so certain that you would fuck her up in some way just like your mother had done to you. All of it was for nothing, whether you were there or not, you still managed to screw up her life.

Bucky pulled you out of your thoughts however.

“Mind telling what happened back there, mainly so I have something to tell Stark so I can hopefully keep my job?” Bucky asked.

“Claire is my half sister,” You began with a sigh, “six years ago my mother died and seeing as I was the only family the police could track down, Claire was placed into my care… However I was a wreck, I still am. I told myself the best thing for Claire was if she could forget about the family she came from… so I got Tony to take over, to find her a good home. I would send letters and money… but then you got in my head and for once I’m glad you did.”

Bucky was suddenly reminded of the conversation he’d had with Y/N after they’d… well you know.

“And don’t worry about Tony firing you, the second I see him I think I’m going to kill him.” Y/N stated flatly.

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Bucky saw first hand that you meant it. When you arrived back at your apartment they all saw Tony pacing in your living room looking pissed off, but it was nothing compared to the sheer rage you had inside you.

Tony stopped pacing and looked up at the three of you when he heard the front door open. Instantly he went charging towards Y/N and Bucky was worried he’d have to punch someone to save Y/N for the second time today.  

“Where the hell have you been huh? Do you know how many phone calls I’ve had to make to save your career in one afternoon-” He stopped suddenly when he saw the young girl hiding behind your legs, “is that Claire?” he asked in a much calmer and almost scared tone.

“Yes. It. Is.” Y/N gritted between their teeth, “Barnes, can you take Claire into my bedroom, please.”

Bucky nodded and wordlessly picked up Claire.

The second the door closed behind him he heard a loud whack and knew that he should probably put on some cartoons at full volume.

You’d kept your anger buried down for long enough and it now erupted like pompei. You slapped Tony, hard, harder than you think you’d ever hit another person in your life.

“OW!” Tony yelped as he fell backwards.

“You promised me,” You began quietly and darkly, “you promised me that she would never have to go through any of the shit that I went through and what did I find… CIGARETTE BURNS ON HER FUCKING ARM STARK!”

“Look, it’s not like I vetted the parents myself- social services-” Tony fumbled over his words trying to defend himself.

“I don’t care, I trusted you with the only family I have left… and you’d think that after everything you witnessed with me that social services don’t know shit okay.” You continued to scold.

Tony slowly got on to his feet. It was clear that no matter what he said, you weren’t going to forgive him. So he decided to move onto damage control.

“I’ll contact some lawyers, get you full custody of Claire and I’ll take care of the damage done today.” Tony explained.

“Good,” You huffed, “And then you can tell Pepper that she’s got your job.”

“You don’t mean that.” Tony scoffed but from the look on your face you most certainly did.

Without saying another word you headed towards your bedroom before you felt the urge to slap Tony again. You entered your room to see Bucky had thankfully grabbed some headphones and put them over Claire's ears while she watched some cartoon on your ipad. Bucky had Claire in his lap and his arms wrapped around her. He had his own headphones plugged in and was watching the show as well, almost as animatedly as Claire was.

You watched the scene before you and felt as if you’d had the wind taken out of you. The words Tony said were suddenly taking effect, ‘you’ll have full custody of Claire,’ but you didn’t know anything about kids. Bucky was sitting with her right now and seemed to be hanging out with her so effortlessly, you on the other hand didn’t have a clue how to be around her.

Bucky looked up and noticed you stood by the door. He gestured for you to come over and sit with them. You crawled onto the bed and placed your arms around Claire and snuggled up next to the other side of Bucky. This was a first for you and Bucky, sure you had been intimate before but once the sex he practically jumped off of you, as if he couldn’t get away quick enough. However it somehow felt natural and comfy, like the most comfortable pillow in the universe. Even more to your surprise, he wrapped his free arm around you.

Claire seemed more than happy to have you watching the cartoon with her. She animatedly started listing her favourite characters and all of their powers. You smiled and nodded, wondering how despite everything she went through she was still a happy smiling kid… and not a wreck like you. She quickly became engrossed in another episode which is when Bucky took the opportunity to whisper to you.

“I think we better take her to the hospital, get her arm checked out and the rest of her.” He whispered softly.

You nodded, not having any more strength that day to say anything else. It was probably one of the few times you were happy for him to take charge.

“And we also should talk later… about, well about everything.”

You didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to work out how that conversation would probably go. You figured it would be something like “yeah it’s fun when we fuck but with the kid involed it’s too much and you’re clearly now too much of a mess for me, something about professionalism etc.”

However you weren’t scared about Bucky breaking things off, you had bigger fears inside your head.

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The doctor visit went as expected. The second they saw Claire they wanted to have words with you and Bucky separately and away from Claire. You hated being apart from her but knew that it had to be done. Once you explained the full story to them they were quick to let you back with Claire. They wrapped up her arm, thankfully it didn’t look infected but they still disinfected all of her wounds to be safe.

She sat on Bucky’s lap while you held her hand to comfort her through the stings. She kept squirming and the doctor was clearly getting frustrated that Claire wouldn’t sit still. You’d think that someone who worked with kids would have a bit more patience but clearly not.

“Claire sweetie how about this, if you’re a big brave girl and sit still for the doctor then we can get ice cream on the way home.” You offered.

The words ice cream clearly had an effect on her. Claire took a deep breath and nodded enthusiastically as she stuck out her arm again. The doctor mumbled a quick thankyou and was finally able to disinfect the final wound.

You smiled at Claire and praised her for being ‘the bravest girl in the whole world’. Bucky even ruffled her hair affectionately, which is when you caught him looking at you. He looked at you in a way he’d never looked at you before. Usually he had two expression’s when it came to you, pissed off or lustful, this however was new. It was soft, he was even smiling. No matter what you told yourself, you found yourself smiling back.

You finished up at the hospital. They gave you some stuff so that you could re-wrap Claires arm at home. Barnes drove the three of you to what was, quote, ‘the best ice cream place in the city’. You soon arrived at a diner and found yourself a booth. As you did you heard a few people whispering amongst themselves.

‘Is that really Y/N L/N,’ ‘Don’t be stupid, probably just a look alike,’

‘It looks just like them though’.

You decided to try and pay them no mind, right now you were out with your family. Wait, shit… did I just include Barnes in my ‘family?’. You tried to push that thought to the back of your brain, right now your focus was on spoiling Claire.

A waitress came over and asked you all what you wanted.

“What’s the best ice cream that you guys make?” You asked, nudging Claire slightly.

The waitress could tell that you were obviously trying to hype things up for Claire and joined in.

“Well I think the only ice cream worthy of this little one would have to be our triple banana sundae split,” She winked.

“Well how does that sound Claire?” Bucky asked.

“That one, that one pleaseeeee?” Claire chanted.

The waitress chuckled at Claire's excitement and wrote down the order. She took your and Bucky’s order as well before heading off. Claire was clearly already buzzing with excitement about the ice cream. You figured that back in that house she probably wasn’t spoiled often, if ever, that was going to have to change. Which also reminded you of the hundred of things you’d have to get ready for Claire. Such as her own room, her toys, school stuff, childcare, the list was endless, but you supposed that you had to start somewhere.

“So Claire, what would you like your new room to look like?” You asked.

As nearly all ten year olds do when they’re bubbling with excitement, she practically vomited the words at you. She was a ball of pure energy, animatedly talking and drawing on the back of the menu about her dream bedroom. You planned on following her instructions to a T. However as you tried to listen intently, you noticed Bucky get up and head towards your waitress.  

She was clearly giggling at something he’d just said and he handed her a piece of paper. Was he really giving her his number right in front of you? Your head wanted to be rational, Barnes was technically single, he could do what he wanted. But your heart was never good at being rational, it was impulsive and petty and right now as the waitress was laughing with Bucky, it hurt. It hurt in a way that no rationalisations would explain.

Barnes soon came back and sat with you again. You couldn’t help the sour face you had put on, thankfully Claire was too engrossed in drawing her room to notice it.

“What was that about?” you whispered to Bucky.

He glanced at Claire, almost double checking that she was too busy drawing to pay any attention to what she was saying.

“I was just telling the waitress to see if she can have any low sugar ice cream and to put extra fruit in it, I come here a lot with my nieces and nephews, she was laughing because she noticed how I pull the same trick on them.” He explained quietly so Claire wouldn't hear.

“Oh” you muttered, it was all you could say as you dropped the sour face.

“Wait… were you jealous?” Bucky asked with a teasing smile.

“No, of course not,” You defended yourself a little too quickly. But Bucky’s teasing smile didn’t go anywhere. This was very weird to you, usually you were the one doing the teasing and pushing his buttons, not him pushing yours. You rolled your eyes at him and decided to end this conversation.

“So Claire, how’s the bedroom coming along?”

Claire started happily explaining the room to you and Bucky and you both listened happily until she said something that made you nearly choke on the ice cream.

“And I want it next to your guys room,”

“WHAT?!” You immediately coughed, and probably a little too loudly.

“The room I was in earlier, it was yours and Bucky’s right? He’s your boyfriend” Claire asked far too innocently for you to try and find a response. “He knew where everything was and there were some of his clothes on the floor.” She continued on.

Before you wanted the earth to swallow you up out of self hatred, now you wanted it to swallow you up out of embarrassment. What the hell were you meant to say? You didn’t exactly fancy explaining the term ‘fuckbuddy’ to a ten year old. Bucky, however, saved your ass, like he always does.

“Of course it can be near our room, kid, I don’t wanna miss out on any tea parties.” Bucky replied happily, but not without shooting you another one of his teasing smiles. You were quickly realising why he was nearly always pissed off at you now that the show was on the other foot.

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Soon enough the day was drawing to a close and it was Claire’s bedtime. You put her down in the room opposite you. You’d gotten her some toys and books during the day to try and make the room more kid friendly. She was settling down in her pj’s and cuddling a teddy that she’d affectionately named ‘Bucky’, much to your amusement.

“Alright, I think it’s time for bed,” You suggested but she instantly started shaking her head. “Claire, I’ve read you three stories, you’ve had cookies and milk, it’s time for bed.” You tried to insist but that didn’t work either. “Alright, how about this? You can pick one more story for us to read but then you have to go to bed?”

That seemed to spark something inside her. She looked around the room and pointed to a ukulele that was hanging on the wall.

“Could you sing me to sleep? I used to fall asleep listening to you on the radio, usually because my parents were yelling too loud… it was like you were in the room with me.” She asked softly.

How could you ever say no to that?

“I’ll sing you to sleep every night if you want.” You replied with a sad smile and got up to pick up the ukulele.

Bucky was in the kitchen, putting away the cookies and milk you guys had before when he heard the strings of your ukulele being plucked.

“I’m lying on the moon, my dear I’ll be there soon,” your melodic voice began to sing.

It echoed throughout the apartment and Bucky couldn’t help but follow it. He found himself standing just outside of Claire’s bedroom. You were sitting on the end of the bed and singing Claire to sleep. Your voice being the sweetest lullaby he’d ever heard in his life. As you strummed the last chord Claire was softly snoring.

You looked up to see Bucky standing by the door, his mouth was hanging slightly agape. You silently got up and headed towards him, closing the door behind you.

“Who’s mediocre now?” You asked sarcastically and sauntered towards the kitchen.

Bucky watched you go and was reminded of the first time he ever met you. And he suddenly realised how wrong he’d gotten you.

He’d been dragged to your apartment by Steve. To be completely blunt, he was pissed. He’d told Steve that he was done babysitting rich, spoiled brats and yet here he was. After studying your case file, he already figured out that we're probably going to be the worst of them all. Despite all of his complaining, Steve dropped him off in front of your apartment and drove off before he could run away.

He walked into the lobby and met the one and only Tony Stark, Y/N’s manager. “James Barnes, I believe, nice to meet you.” Tony held out his hand and Bucky shook it firmly. “Hey, where's the cheese burgers I asked you to bring?”

It was 10 o’clock in the morning.

“I couldn’t find a place that was open, also I’m a bodyguard, not a butler.” Bucky replied.

“Well you better be, because I’m hiding behind you if we’re going up there empty handed.” Tony laughed and led the way to the elevator.

They quickly entered your apartment and Bucky was already assessing all of the security risks while Tony tried to explain how it would be best to handle you. Apparently food would be crucial and you didn’t handle authority well. Bucky was certain that he would change that.

However as they walked around your apartment, you were nowhere to be seen. There was absolutely no trace of you… except for the trail of clothes leaning to the bathroom… and a distinct singing voice coming out of it.

“You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you.” You sang.

Bucky found himself almost entranced by your voice. It captured him, almost worse it was distracting him. Tony however just rolled his eyes and banged on the door.

“Y/N come out, you knew this was the time you were meeting the new head of security!”

Your response to this was just to sing louder.

“I need you baby, and if it’s quite alright, I need you baby-!”

Tony continued to bang on the door until you finally opened the door, once the song ended of course. Thick steam rolled out of the room, it was clear the shower had been steaming hot and on for a while. You had one towel wrapped around your head and one that was wrapped around your body.

“Enjoy the show boys?” You asked with a teasing grin.

Tony sighed, “James this is Y/N, Y/N, James.”

You walked over to him and held out your hand. Bucky shook it cautiously.

“Well, I’m waiting,”

Bucky looked at you confused. “Did you enjoy the show?” You repeat yourself.

Bucky wanted to be honest, tell you it was the most magnificent thing he’d ever heard. But then he remembered everything he’d read in your files and how any compliment would go to your already enormous ego. So he put on his best poker face.

“It was mediocre.”

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Putting all the pieces together, he realised he had been such an ass. You weren’t some spoiled rich kid, in fact you were almost the complete opposite. Life had dealt you one of the shittiest hands possible and despite all that you did everything to make a life for yourself. He had heard some of the things you’d yelled at Tony.

‘You promised me that she would never have to go through any of the shit that I went through,’

Bucky had seen a few scars on you from when you and him had been together. He never brought them up but he had a pretty good idea how you got them. Jesus christ, no wonder she ever brought up her family.

He headed towards the kitchen. You were finishing up the work he’d left when he got distracted by your singing.

“Here, let me help you, I should’ve finished it anyway.” Bucky spoke and tried to jump in.

“No I should do it, besides I thought you’d be glad that I’m finally doing something myself.” Y/N remarked.

Bucky sighed and scratched the back of his back.

“I owe you an apology, I shouldn’t have assumed that you were- well,” He stumbled over his words, not wanting to repeat all the insults he’d thrown at them before.

“Spoiled, lazy, never worked a day in their life, good for nothing-” Y/N began to list off casually as she wiped the plate clean.

“No- never good for nothing.” Bucky interrupted, feeling strongly.

“Right, good for a quick fuck,” Y/N responsed, again in a calm and casual tone.

Bucky hated it, hated how he knew that they weren’t even mad. To them, they were just stating the facts. Bucky wished with everything in him that they would realise how wrong they were.

“Y/N, you’re so much more than that… but right now you need to have confidence in yourself for Claire,” He began.

He walked over to you and lifted your chin up delicately to look at him.

“You told me that you thought that the best thing for Claire would be for her to forget about you but look at you with her today, you’re a natural.” Bucky tried to encourage but it just caused you to look away from him.

“For one day, Bucky, and even then I had you helping me all throughout it... I don’t know the first thing about family, or how to raise a kid… you know last Sunday I nearly broke my sobriety,” Y/N admitted, the shame beginning to consume them.

Bucky looked back at Y/N in shock, he didn’t even know that Y/N was an addict. Sure they never drank but he figured that was so they could keep a clear head while performing.

“It’s in my genes, I grew up around it thinking it was normal, it wasn’t until Tony pulled me out of there did I straighten my shit out… don’t you get it, I’m impulsive, I fuck you because it’s just another way to drown my sorrows… I fuck you because hate is the closest thing I’ve ever known to love-” The words you were saying were now just vomiting out of you, so fast that you couldn’t even stop them.

“That’s not true,” Bucky argued quietly, “I don’t hate you.”

“Even if that’s true… everything else I’ve told you makes it clear that I’m going to ruin Claire, just like my mother ruined me.” You sighed.

Bucky looked at you sadly, there was clearly so much that you were battling, that you had been battling for years that he completely didn’t notice.

“You’re mother was alone and in a bad place, a bad state of mind, you’re not.” He tried to assure you.

“How so?”

“You’re not alone, you’ve got me for starters.”

“Right, so what, we suddenly go from hate fucking to trying to be a little family.”

Bucky brought your face up to look at him again.

“Wouldn't be the worst place in the world to start” He offered and tried to take your hand.

This was possibly the third time Bucky had been weird with you today. This time he looked at you like for the first time in his life he was being vulnerable.

“Or how about a fresh start? We start over, I’ll be there for you and Claire no matter what, even if things go south between us, even if you hate my guts, I’ll be there.”

You pondered his offer. It reminded you of the first time you met him, of the song you sang.

You’re just too good to be true.

What Bucky spoke of was something so unknown to you. Unconditional love, one where even if you trip and fall or hit rock bottom there’s people to help you back to the top. Something like that surely had to be nothing but fairytales. How in one day could Bucky pull a 180 on you? How could he go from hating your guts to wanting to be involved in all of your mess?

It made no sense, except maybe he didn’t hate you?

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You were desperate to escape this after party for your show. You’d been drinking just plain coke and telling people it was vodka and coke but everyone around you was getting drunk and trying to get you to join in. It was reminding you too much of your childhood, it was too tempting, it felt like somewhere between a nightmare and a dream.

To your surprise Bucky seemed to pick up on how uncomfortable you were. Almost wordlessly he grabbed your hand and led you towards the balcony. With the doors shut behind you the party suddenly felt a world away. The fresh air had never felt so good in your lungs… well that was until the all too familiar smell of smoke ruined it.

You looked behind you to see Bucky was smoking a cigarette. The warm orange embers that glowed everytime he took a puff might as well have been the fires from hell itself. There were too many memories, too many scars left on you due to those filthy things. To your surprise again, Bucky noticed how you still looked uncomfortable and stubbed out the cigarette.

This was weird. He’d been your primary bodyguard for nearly a year now and usually the two of you seemed to do everything you could to piss each other off. You pushed his buttons and in return he pushed yours. So for him to do something to make you comfortable was very odd.

“Sorry, let me guess, you can’t be around cigarettes in case it ruins your precious voice?” He huffed

That was certainly an easier explanation, so you just nodded. “You know I’m confused, I figured you’d be the biggest party animal out there, biggest rockstar of the century or whatever they claim you are nowadays.” Bucky continued.

“Think whatever you want about me Barnes, but for a bodyguard you’re pretty un-fucking-observant.” You huffed back at him.

You wrapped your arms around yourself after that, rubbing them up and down. Barnes might’ve not noticed that you didn’t like parties before but he could notice that they were cold right. He took off his blazer and wrapped it around your shoulders and pulled you slightly closer to him. He always ran warm, figured that would warm you up in no time. However, what he didn’t expect was to like the way you looked in his clothes, or how he liked how you smelt; or the way you seemed to fit in his arms.

“Still pretty un-fucking-observant?” Bucky asked, echoing your words.

“Thankyou.” You muttered, feeling slightly uneasy from how close you were to him.

“No problem, I wouldn't want you to get frostbite, that would probably be a pretty quick way to get fired.” Bucky jokes, it might’ve been the first time he tried joking with you.

You chuckled slightly at him and enjoyed his warmth. How the hell was he so warm? It was December and snowing and yet he was lighting a portable fire.

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The first time you fucked was three months after. You were walking home, with Bucky trailing behind you while you were holding hands with some stupid movie star. He was a jerk, you’d decided that pretty early on, even more of a jerk than Bucky could ever be but you were working on the soundtrack for his movie. Tony along with Jerk’s manager thought it could be a good press opportunity.

So you walked towards your apartment holding hands purposely for the paparazzi. The only thing Bucky was enjoying out of this was the fact that he knew you were putting on your phony smile.

The second you got into your house you dropped the jerks hand and instantly felt like you needed to wash it in hydrochloric acid. Bucky began to check that the security system was keeping the paparazzi out when he heard ‘jerk’ talking to you.

“I think we fooled them pretty good, don’t you,” God, even his voice gave him away a sleaze-bag.

“Yeah, especially the fact that you kept grabbing my ass and I didn’t break your hand off!” You yelled at him. “Oh please, I think you enjoyed it.” He smirked and you wanted to be sick.

“The plan was to get some rumours flying around you that you’re dumb movie got some buzz, not to make them think I’m some fucking whore!”

“Well if the shoe fits, and besides we’ve got some time to kill before my limo gets here,”

That was it. Your fist went flying for him, unlucky for you, this jerk saw it coming and caught it.

“Good, I like it when they're feisty, see we’re a perfect match.” He went to shove you up against the wall.

It all happened so fast. One minute he was shoving you against the wall and you were squirming out of the grip. This next he was on the floor and Barnes was on top of him, both of his fists colliding onto Jerks face, until he nose was bloody.

“You ever fucking touch them again and you’re dead, you hear me?” Bucky threatened.

“You can’t do that to me.” the jerk groaned.

“I just did, and if you don't leave right now, you won’t be leaving in a limo, you’ll be leaving in a body bag.” Bucky spoke darkly as he got up.

Unsurprisingly, The jerk got up as fast as he could and ran out of the apartment. Once he was gone, Bucky looked up towards you. You were shaking slightly, your eyes were wide and your fists seemed to be so tight that your nails were digging into your skin. Bucky quickly walked over to you and gently tried to take hold of your hands.

“Y/N, it’s okay, you can relax, he’s gone, he can’t hurt you anymore… I’m sorry if I scared you.” Bucky spoke softly.

You slowly let your hands relax and Bucky quickly interlocked them with him. They seemed to fit perfectly, almost too perfectly.

“I will say you sure know how to pick em’” Bucky chuckled lightly.

“I didn’t pick him, I’d pick anyone in the entire universe over him, hell I’d even pick you over him.” You argued.

“I’m honoured.” Bucky replied dryly.

You laughed at his remark. Bucky felt a small amount of pride inside him that even in this scenario he could still make you laugh. It was possibly the first time he saw you laugh up close and he decided it was possibly his second favourite sound, second to you singing.

“Urm Barnes… you’re still holding my hands.” You pointed out.

“I know,” was all Bucky could think to say, “I know and I like them there… unless you want them somewhere else?”

“What happened to your professionalism?” You shot back with a teasing smirk.

“I just beat up a guy for you and sent him out of your house bleeding… if I last a week I’ll be lucky.” Barnes did have a point.

So you were brave for once. You leaned forward and kissed him and he kissed you back. He moved your hands so that they were now above you and he kept them there with one hand and while the other began to feel up your chest.

You ended up in your bedroom, naked, breathless and lying on top of him. This could’ve been where  everything  worked out, where you got your happily ever after… but you always were your worst sabator.

“This should’ve never happened.” You spoke quickly as you pushed yourself off of him.

“What?” Bucky asked, confused as ever.

“You heard me, let’s just forget this ever happened.”

But it did keep happening, however the next time he fucked you he was angry. He was hurt and wanted to take it out on you, so you let him. It probably explained why afterwards he tried to make it so that he was always the first to leave, so that you wouldn’t be able to hurt him again. You and him went back to pushing each other’s buttons and pissing each other off but at least now when it became too much you could fuck the anger out of each other.

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He never hated you, you just broke his heart. You broke his heart once already because you were too scared of him doing the same to you. And right now you were scared that he could do the same thing again.

“Okay.” You replied softly, almost so softly that there was almost no noise along with the word.

“Okay?” Bucky echoed, desperate to hear you right. “Okay.” You spoke again, nodding this time.

Bucky smiled, one of the most genuine smiles he’d had in a long time. This could work, his little family. Unconventional, broken but perfect little family.

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Crazy Rich Avengers

Chapter 1:

Summary: You and Peter have been dating for a little over 6 months and have not yet met the Avengers. You were getting curious as to when you would meet them, until you get an invitation from Tony Stark himself, inviting you and Peter to Wanda and Vision’s wedding in Hawaii over Spring Break. You thought that it would be nice to go and finally meet everyone, but what will you think after you’ve been tested by the team?

*Based on the movie Crazy Rich Asians, each chapter will be a different scene from the movie. There will be 15 chapters. Also includes a GIF from the movie scene at the beginning of each chapter.

A/N: I’ve had this series planned for a little while now, and I just got this chapter done and edited and I feel really good about it. I didn’t know if anyone would want to read this until I posted about it yesterday and got some really good feedback, so thank you all who liked it and asked to be on the taglist so much! This chapter is the first scene of the movie, just some things are switched up to fit Peter and the Avengers. Just note that this one is kind of short and nothing much really happens in this chapter since it is just the beginning, but hopefully the next one is a bit juicer. 

Warnings: swearing and fluff 

Word count: 2166

Chapter 1

“Okay class, make sure to email me those presentations by Monday. I don’t want to keep reminding you guys over Spring Break because I’ve still got a life outside being a professor.” The whole class laughs at your professor’s bluntness. It kind of reminds you of your friend from high school, who would always spoke her truth, even when no one asked for it. You packed your things and waited for a clear space to exit your row. Who knew so many kids would be in a business class? Not you apparently. You were a culinary student at the Institute of Culinary Education or ICE for short. Your dream was to become a baker and own your bakery, hence the business class. This was your last class of the day, and you couldn’t wait to see your boyfriend. You two had been dating for a little over six months and it was the best six months you could ever ask for.

You exited out of the classroom, finally, and made your way towards the elevator. On the way down, you looked through your messages and saw that you had five new texts from Peter.

Peter: Hey babe! I’m out of my photography class now. (1:15)

Peter: Waiting by the couches (1:15)

Peter: I miss you (1:17)

Peter: I’m hungry. Let’s go to that pizza place for lunch. I really want some of their cannoli’s (1:20)

Peter: Y/NNN!!! WHERE ARE YOU??? (1:23)

The elevator stopped at the lobby and you walked over to Peter, who sprang out of his seat and practically ran over to you. He hugged with the force of what you assumed felt like ten tons just based on how tight he held you. You laughed at his clinginess and pushed him off of you.

“Dude my class ran like ten minutes late. What’s the matter with you?” you laugh.

He held your hand in his own and smiles at you. “Just missed you is all. Did you see my text about the cannoli’s?”

“Yeah I saw it.”

“And?” he asks hopefully.

“Aaaaaand what?” you played dumb just to see his cute pouty face.

“Can we get cannoli’s?”

“Yes, we can get a cannoli.”

“Ah! You’re the best! Cannoli’s!” he yells at an insane volume for someone who’s just walking down the street. This earns you both a weird look from the people on the sidewalk. You were about to kiss his cheek until he just took off down the street with your hand still in his. You guessed you never knew he liked cannoli’s so much. Maybe you should try out a recipe and make him some one day.

You get into the pizza restaurant and sit down across from each other and waited for the waiter to take your order. You order your drinks; Peter gets Diet Pepsi and you get a Sprite. Both of you talk about how your classes went and held each other’s hand while you talked.

“So, I’ve got to do this project for my class,” Peter began, “And my camera is at the Compound, so tomorrow I’ll be a little late getting home.”

“Okay, that’s fine. Oh! Speaking of which,” you slam your palms on the table, which makes Peter jump a little. “When am I going to meet them? I mean we’ve been dating for going on seven months now, and I still haven’t met them. And I know they know about me because I got a message from Nat telling me happy birthday two weeks ago.” You raise an eyebrow at him waiting for his answer.

“Speaking of said topic, that reminds me. We got invited to Wanda and Vision’s wedding. And it is next Friday in Hawaii, which is perfect because a) we don’t have classes because it’s Spring Break, and b) I know Hawaii is one of your bucket list places.”

Your jawed dropped for several reasons. One, it’s Wanda and Vision’s fucking wedding! You never met them, but from the way Peter talked about them, you could tell they were meant to be. You always thought that they were like what you and Peter had times one hundred.

“Are you serious? They’re having their wedding in Hawaii?”

“Yeah. They thought that since Mr. Stark – “

“What can I get you two today?” the waiter asked breathless. You didn’t even realize how busy they were.

You looked up at him, “I’ll have a slice of the cheese pizza please?”

“And I’ll have two slices of the meat lovers. And can I get three of your best cannoli’s please?” Peter smiled at the waiter as he wrote down your order.

“Alright that’ll be right out.” He walked away almost jogging to get your order in. Goodness they were slammed.

“As I was saying,” Peter continued. “Mr. Stark has one of those beach houses in Maui and so, they thought that it would be the perfect place for them to tie the knot.”

“Wow, so, we’re invited? Like we’re going to Maui and attending the wedding? And meeting everyone?” you asked now slightly worried.

“Yeah,” he drags out confused. “That’s what kind of what ‘You’re Invited’ means.”

“I know, it’s just…this will be the first time I’m meeting them and I always imagined it would be at a like Sunday dinner type of thing. Not a fucking Avengers wedding!”

“It’s okay, I know they’re gonna love you no matter what.”

You take a sip of your drink, “This is also works out for another reason because MJ has been asking us to come see her ever since she moved to Kahului.”

“All the more reason to go.”

You both get your food and Peter immediately starts on the cannoli’s that he’s been longing to eat and practically moans at the taste of them. You get the check and pay and tipped extra for your waiter, because they need to be paid way more than minimum wage. The two of you walk out and head home so you can spend the rest of the night together.

“So, when do we leave for Maui?” you ask, swinging your intertwined hands between the two of you.

“Umm, I believe on Saturday.”

Today was Thursday so that means that you only had tonight and tomorrow to pack for a whole entire week. “Shit! I have almost no clothes washed, are you kidding me?” you yell. “Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?”

“I just found out this morning!” he yelled back.

“Okay, well it’s a good thing tomorrow I don’t have classes because now I have to do laundry all damn day.” You reach your shared apartment and go to change clothes and you go straight to the laundry room, faster than Peter could imagine. All of your good, cute clothes had to be air dried and so that’s what you did first. After half hour of folding, and drying, and hanging up clothes non-stop, Peter came in wrapped his arms around you.

“Baby, you’ve been here for forever, come sit down with me,” he pleaded.

“I will once I have all the clothes done, but until then,” you pat his cheek. “I can’t.”

He sighs an ‘okay’ and plants a kiss on your cheek and walks away. About twenty minutes later you had gotten all the laundry done and went to join Peter on the couch. He was watching reruns of Brooklyn 99 which was one of your favorite shows. He put his arms out and made grabby hands and you leaned into his touch. You laid your head on his chest with the rest of your body sprawled out on the couch. He put his arm around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head. You looked up and kissed his lips and sat up just a bit straighter. One of his hands went to the back of your neck and the other rubbed your thigh, and you relaxed even more into him. Your right hand carded through his hair and the other sat splayed on his peck, slightly gripping his shirt. You two stayed like this for what felt like hours, just basking in each other’s comfort. You pulled back to breathe and gave him one last kiss before going back to your original position, laying on him.

“What do you wanna watch?” He yawned.

“Well since your yawning and –“ you yawned this time. “And so am I, let’s just take a nap.”

He hummed in agreement and led you to your shared bedroom and he changed into just a pair of sweatpants. You laid down and he did shortly after. You turned, facing him as your chests were touching. You stared at him for quite a long time before you even realized that you were. His face scrunched up that was so cute you wanted to take a picture.

“What?”

“Nothing. You just look cute,” you said back.

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“Nope. I do,” he challenged.

“That’s impossible because I love you to Jupiter and back,” you kissed his nose, ultimately shutting it down because you were tired. School had kicked your ass this week and you hadn’t really had anytime to just lay with Peter. You scooted down a bit so, you could lay your head on his chest, your legs intertwined, as he held you against him so tight that nothing could slip in between you two.

The next morning you had woken up extra early to make some French toast for you and Peter. You got out the bread and butter and the rest of the ingredients and started cooking. Since you were the one who was in the culinary department, the silent agreement between you and Peter was that you would cook, and he would clean your mess. You tried to not make too much of a mess, because you weren’t that mean. After a couple more minutes you got breakfast done and at that exact moment you put the toast on the plate, Peter comes waddling out with his hair a mess. It was almost like it was scripted like a scene in a movie.

“I smelled French Toast,” he smiled.

“Mhm, I thought that I would be nice and cook breakfast for you this time.” You pecked his cheek and gave him the syrup.

“Eat up and get ready for a long day of packing suitcases, babe,” you winked at him.

“Oh boy.” You didn’t hear his sarcasm often, but when you did it always made you chuckle.

He went over to the couch and you followed setting up the coffee table and turning on Spongebob to watch as you ate. You turned towards him and smiled and received a kiss on the nose. Today was going to be a good day, you thought.

It was now four thirty in the evening and you and Peter were packing up all your belongings into your suitcases. “Okay so you need your swim trunks, flip flops, sunglasses, and what else?” You ask.

“Is that just for swimming?” You nodded. “Then yeah I think that’s it.” You went over to his drawer grabbing his trunks out along with your swimsuit. You had all your clothes spread out into separate piles consisting of swimwear, pajamas, nice shirts, casual shirts, and wedding attire. Peter grabbed all of his clothes and stuffed them into his suitcase and you did the same. After that you went to the bathroom to grab all extra stuff that consisted of teeth and hair products, and everything in that category. Peter went into the kitchen to the medicine and started to pack anything that might be needed for allergy’s and whatnot. You figured you would pack your purse of carry on items before you left tomorrow morning.

After two hours of packing and double checking, and once the bed was cleared, you flopped down face first and groaned. “I’m so exhausted,” you huffed.

“Aww, is my baby tired?” He asked this as he pressed feather-light kisses to your neck that always made you shudder.

“Yes,” you say as you awaited a kiss on the lips. He happily kisses you, slow and lovingly, and you feel like you could stay there for eternity. He pulls away for minute to catch his breath. “We should probably figure out what we want to do for dinner.”

“How ‘bout leftovers? There’s still some enchiladas or lemon pepper chicken in the fridge.”

“Ooooh, let’s do chicken.”

You get up from the bed to heat the chicken up in the oven. “Imma make some garlic cheesy rice too!” You shout from the kitchen.

“Sounds good, baby.”

You two make your dinner and eat in a comfortable silence, watching TV. You both decided to watch one more episode of Parks and Rec before calling it a night, and Peter figured it would be smart to go to bed early since you would both have a long day of checking flights and meeting the Avengers tomorrow; and that was tiring by itself.

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[serenadeonacanoe]

Honestly, I'd piss him off on purpose. (Namjoon x OFC)

Pairing: Namjoon x Original Female Character

Genre/Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff, too tired to beta

Tags: Artist!Namjoon, Yoongi and Tae are the best flatmates, Enemies to Lovers I guess... more like brats to making out in the storage unit, OFC is an idiot.

Summary:

"Wow. Is that that grumpy artist behind you? Jesus. He really looks like a bit of a dick. And you are right. He really is hot..." Oh no. Speakerphone. Namjoon was standing behind me and was staring at me. Then at my phone. He let out a little laugh, then raised his hand to wave at Tae and Yoongi outside who were now also staring at him as if frozen, before turning around in unison. As if that would help. As if he couldn't see them. Or better even... couldn't hear them.

[...]

Mister Darcy has nothing on Kim Namjoon - that new and upcoming artist you probably already heard of (You haven't? How dare you? At least have the decency to pretend you have!). He is cold, serious, and rather good at making other people believe he is a prick. Especially Elizabeth Bennet - uh... Charlotte - is about to lose it because of him. Maybe in a good way. Man, I'd literally piss him off on purpose.

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CHAPTER 1

Even the sound of my own nails rhythmically tapping on the top of the counter was annoying me. To be fair, it didn't need much today to blow my fuze that had never been particularly long in the first place. But after a week consisting of being belittled by old white men and endless hours of unpaid overtime I about had it. Welcome to the art world. You know well before you enter that the hours are horrible and the job market is more than frustrating, but you love art and you have good organisational skills, you are resilient, charming when it counts and tend to romanticize things even when you know you shouldn't. It's too late to turn around now.

"That is why I don't use an agenda or notebook. If something is important enough for me to attend I simply won't forget. I know you youngsters are all about the bullet journaling and expressing yourself by mapping out your life but it really is just another way to procrastinate instead of getting to actual work." For a second I considered throwing my damn notebook in the buyer's face, but that probably wouldn't have helped my CV and the new job I would have to look for starting tomorrow. At least I should have screamed at him a little. Mainly, that I didn't care, that I was on my period and my shitty shower in the shitty flat i shared had broken and no dry shampoo in the world had fixed my hair this morning and that god damn it, how the hell was I supposed to remember every phone number, every call my boss had to take, every art handling transport I had organized if I couldn't write it down somewhere. Instead, I smiled. Died a little on the inside and complimented him on the gift of his exceptional memory and asked whether he would like another cup of coffee.

"What a dick." Samantha murmured, more to herself than me, after the guy had finally left, which made me snort under my breath. She usually didn't say much but when she did it was usually pure gold. In the end, it didn't matter that he was. Didn't matter that everyone at the gallery thought the art he had bought from us over the last couple of months had neither been smart nor impressive purchases. Mainly expensive. And flashy.

"Doesn't matter now." I said in a sigh after a quick glance at the clock. It was Friday night and we were about to close. Since it was my birthday on Monday I had taken two days off, about the longest break I had had this year and I was looking forward to being the lazy slob for a few days I was maybe always meant to be. In silence we answered a few last emails, tidied up the desks and counters so that potential buyers that would come in over the weekend wouldn't have to suspect anyone was actually working here. - A white desk. A huge Imac on it. That was all they needed to see, folders and pens and apparently especially agendas to be hidden away in drawers.

At five to eight I threw on my coat and Samantha just gave me a tired smile. Probably happy for me, just exhausted. "Have fun then? Don't get too wasted?" "Oh..." I said with a huge smug grin on my lips. "You have no idea... gonna take a bottle of Moët with me from the bar and drink it in my bathtub after eating a huge pepperoni pizza by myself and dancing to only the finest of 90s Euro Trash." I couldn't help it, apparently, I felt it necessary to give Sam a little demonstration, waving my arms up and down while swaying my hips in a way that I'd probably would not have if it hadn't been for a bit with an audience of a single person. Or maybe two?

A quiet scoff behind me and I quickly turned around, slowly lowering my arms, Sam biting her lower lip at the sight of me standing there like an idiot in front of HIM of all people.

Men didn't have to be old to annoy me. Or white. Yes, those were the ones that pissed me off most usually, but no one had managed to do so as much as Kim Namjoon recently. And now he was standing there, looking me up and down and stopping at my hair. The crazy too-much-dry-shampoo-because-the-shower-broke-hair. "Nice." He just commented and then looked over at Sam. "I'd like to take a last look before Sunday's opening if that is okay?" I stood there, my shoulders dropping, completely ignored.

"Uhm, actually, my babysitter has to leave in about an hour and I will have to be home before that." Samantha replied and I was impressed by how calm she stayed. "Of course." Namjoon said and gave her a slight smile. "Anyone else still around? Chris maybe?" Of course Chris hadn't been in today. It was Friday and unless important guests had announced themselves the owner of the gallery wasn't around on Fridays... "I am afraid not. But maybe Charlotte has a few minutes?" Well. Thanks. Thanks a lot. I felt a little betrayed. "Wouldn't want to keep anyone from their important Moët-Pizza-Dance Party plans." Namjoon replied before I could say a word. His voice once more dropping to a hushed, deep disapproval and his hands buried in the pockets of his rather expensive looking coat. Silence for a few moments and then he just walked off towards the room his exhibition had been set up all week. Showing without a further word that I would have to stay anyways if he wanted it that way.

"Well thank you for pushing me under the bus like that. Really appreciate it." "I am so sorry. But I was serious, I can't lose this babysitter. She got Jamie to eat vegetables. VEGETABLES!" Samantha suddenly seemed in a rush, grabbing her jacket and purse and showering me in promises she would make it up to me. Even though we both knew that wouldn't happen and wasn't necessary. Suddenly having to stay longer was normal. I just hated that it had to be today. And because of him.

I heard the door close behind Sam and I stood there for a second before putting my bag down again. Usually, I would have followed the artist, asking if I could somehow help, but nahhh... my ego was bruised up enough now, especially remembering the little dance. I closed my eyes. Fucking hated the guy. Always had. Well, not quite. I had thought he was cool for about five minutes when he had come in the first time. We had heard about him for quite a few months before, I think I had even seen pictures of him at some point, but those were nothing compared to him in real life. He came in all cheekbones and sharp chin and an all grey outfit, quick pace, observant gaze. Incredibly hot. He had also completely ignored me.

That's how it had started - a bruised ego. He couldn't know that it was my weak spot. Having studied art and its management and now feeling like a better secretary at times, when my colleagues and I were doing all the behind the scenes work while Chris worked very little hours and ended up with all the money and recognition. I was aware this wasn't the only field of work where this was the case, but it still frustrated me... I had imagined my life in the last years of my 20s to be a bit more glamorous than living in a tiny apartment on the outskirts of the city... spending my Friday night waiting for some rude artist dude to leave so I could lock up.

But what I perhaps hated most about him... was that I admired him. - Purely for his art. Really. Even the fact that he kept acting as if I wasn't around every time he came in didn't mean I couldn't admit that. At least to myself. The stories behind his huge colleagues were clever and thought through, but even without context, the pure aesthetics were mesmerizing. It was the kind of art that touched something deep inside of you and standing in front of it I always had a hundred questions. Whenever he brought in a new piece I was the first one to sneak a peek in the back rooms before it was hung.

"I don't get why you have such a problem with him. He is just... quiet. I think he might even be shy... stop being so sensitive and just ask him out already." I had almost strangled Sam for that comment a couple of weeks back. Stop being so sensitive. What did that even mean? Comments like that made me want to cry and scream at the same time, which probably would have been perceived as even more sensitive, but when had insensitivity become something to strive for? I had only kept quiet because I liked Sam and I knew what she had tried to say. At least I thought so. That I might have given less of a shit if I hadn't been rather attracted to Namjoon. Even though I had never mentioned it, she just knew. She knew if I didn't care about something I didn't waste my time on it. But if something made me angry or upset there was usually more to it. I hated that she could read me that easily. But he was still a dick and I still wanted to go home.

He took his sweet time. After an hour I walked up to him, a little speech prepared in my head about how he could come back first thing tomorrow. But when he turned around he just raised a hand between us to keep me from interrupting and turned away again. I hadn't seen that he was on the phone. "No, it's nothing, just one of the gallery employees." I heard him say and okay... if I wasn't about to explode before I was now. I stood there for a minute, fuming, and then simply walked back to the office area, my hand shaking when I started turning off the gallery lights one by one. It wasn't as satisfying as I had hoped but still felt good. Two minutes later the only lights still on were the one above my head and the one in front of the door. I would at least give him a clear direction where to head, he seemed to need it.

When Namjoon appeared out of one of the dark corners he looked even more annoyed than usual. Looking my direction through squinting eyes and his tongue pushing against the inside of his cheek. "Seriously?" he yelled my way and almost walked into one of the little flyer shelves. Wasn't the first time I had seen that happen to him though so maybe that had nothing to do with the light.

I felt oddly triumphant. By the time I had put on my coat and turned off the remaining lights, ready to finally lock up, Namjoon had almost found his way, standing in the open door, still on his phone. A little groan from my side when he didn't even notice that I was standing behind me went by unnoticed. Or simply ignored. But instead of the appropriate clearing of the throat or the maybe less polite squeezing past him, I just put my hands on his back and gently pushed him forward a bit, until his feet hit the pavement and he turned around. Dropping his hand with the phone in it, for a second he looked like he wanted to push back. Or trample me.

"Okay, what the hell is your problem, Charlotte?" His voice was hoarse. His eyes dark. God, he was hot. I hated him so much. "You." I simply replied and stared at him for a second, then turned around and locked the two locks on the door before stepping over to the alarm system. I couldn't help feeling smug because apparently, he knew my name. I imagined him staring at the back of my head because he was flustered, but couldn't be sure. All I knew was that when I turned around again a minute later he was still standing there, his arms crossed in front of his chest, his lips pressed together forming a straight line and watching me.

"Do you always act like that at work around people who could get you into trouble?" He was right, he could get me into trouble. But I was too fired up now, my heart racing. "Is that a threat?" "An observation." "Only around the ones I don't like." "Cool." "Great." "Enjoy the dance party. Sounds shit."

And with those words he had turned around, coat flying open in the wind, unfortunately making him look really cool as he walked away and I ABSOLUTELY HATED HIM. I kept my mouth shut and just walked off in the other direction, realizing minutes later that my car was parked the other way, but I kept walking for a while before I finally turned around. It took a while to calm down and only cuddling up to my cat on the couch to trash tv finally did the job. But by then I had realized something I wasn't sure I liked too much. Yeah, I thought he was a prick. And yeah I should have just played it cool. Would have been much smarted in many regards. But I also had somewhat enjoyed myself in the most fucked up way.

Seeing that stern look, that intense posture as he was towering over me... man, I'd literally piss him off on purpose.

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[koreanmadeingreece]

Why, why, why (3)

University student!Yuta x reader

Genre: slight enemies to lovers au, a bit of angst, a lot of fluff, and several mixups

Summary: You just got into uni and decided to move in with your childhood friend!Taeyong at the city where you are going to study. As you’re about to start your new, adult life, you meet his friends, and you realize that not everyone likes you. Nakamoto Yuta in particular almost seems like he hates you.

A/N: In this fic, Jonghyun from NU’EST appears for a while (just to avoid confusion). Also, wow I never thought I’d post this. I hope you guys like it. Also I thought I’d update every Sunday but I couldn’t restrain myself. Welp. 

Warnings: n/a

Word count: 1.8K (I should let you know that I’ve finished writing it so I’ll update it every 3 or 4 days!)

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Taglist: @melitadala @chxotickpoptrash (please let me know if you’d like to be tagged!)

When you entered the house, V ran into your arms for an embrace, calling you his savior, as you had just brought the food, which made the others laugh. When you reassured them again that you were okay with treating them, you all sat down in your freshly cleaned living room to eat. 

That was when you noticed Yuta sitting a bit further than the others, eating quietly, and decided to come a bit closer to him.

“You’re not very talkative, are you?” You tried to joke around since no one would listen to you. The others were arguing about one of the professors at uni and if he’s single, so they wouldn’t even notice you switching places. 

“Oh, sorry, it was just that I was thinking about something. It shouldn’t make you worry, really,” he answered.

“Are you sure? Because you haven’t talked to me all day. I mean, I know you just met me this morning and that I’m not your friend, but I’d love to get to know you a bit better.” 

“I’m okay with that, don’t worry about me. I’m just paranoid sometimes and I’m thinking a bit too much about certain things, so just ignore me when I do that, okay?”

“So, we’re off to a good start, I guess.”

“Yeah, I guess you can say that.” He smiled at you. This was the second smile he had offered you ever since this morning, and it kind of made you light up a bit. You still didn’t know what made you so interested in him. You just had to get to know him. 

The next day was similar to the first, as you had to finish cleaning and start unpacking both yours and Taeyong’s things and decorate the living room. Thankfully, Taeyong didn’t have a much different taste than yours, so it was actually easy to decide what you’d hang on the walls and what color the couch pillows would be. The biggest issue was your rooms and what you’d do with them. 

You took the boxes with your stuff and Johnny immediately came to help, offering to also help you with your room. V followed you and Yuta went to help Taeyong. You enjoyed their company a lot if you were going to be completely honest, and you secretly thought they’d let you join them sometimes. You really thought you weren’t a burden for them, as they’ve been friends for years and you just came to disrupt their lives. You’d never even think of causing a problem to them, so you waited patiently for any signs that would show you how they felt about you. There was just one thing you had to ask.

“So, how did you guys meet?” you asked, as you were placing your clothes in the closet.

“Do you mean us two, or…”

“All of you. How did you become like… a group?” 

“Ah, funny story,” V said, “I got into a fight on my first day of uni. Someone just came straight to me and called me names because I was zoning out, and Johnny with Taeyong came to my rescue.”

“Aw, they’re true heroes,” you laughed.

“Something like that. Taeyong and Johnny met right there in front of me, and then we all decided to go to lunch together. Then Yuta came. Taeyong had met him a few hours earlier and told him to go to lunch with him, so we all sat together. And we clicked.” 

Johnny nodded in agreement and gave you a stack of clothes to put away, while V was telling the story from your bed. You hadn’t put the sheets on it yet, so it was only a mattress, but it worked well for him. 

“I don’t know if I should be asking this but are Taeyong and Yuta that close? I mean, he doesn’t tell me much over the phone, and with all the stuff going on because of the house we haven’t really talked yet,” you asked.

“They’re close. They’re not together if that’s what you’re asking. They’re just really good friends. If you ask me, we make a great group. It’s just that he always was a bit more protective over Taeyong, but Yuta’s definitely straight. If he wasn’t I’m sure they’d already been together by now,” Johnny told you and you continued putting clothes away, when Johnny interrupted your thoughts. “Don’t mind him. He might seem a bit distant, but he’ll open up eventually. It’s probably that you’ve been friends with Taeyong for so long and he feels kind of left out.”

“Oh my god, have I done anything like that?”

“No, no. Don’t worry about it. He was thinking about it ever since he found out you’d move with Taeyong but, trust me, you haven’t done anything. I mean, you didn’t make any of us feel bad. You’re actually fun to be around. You can come to hang out with us whenever you want, okay?” Johnny’s words were music to your ears. What you were hoping for was coming true. Your new life had officially started taking its form, and you were ecstatic about it. 

Your house was finally ready, your posters were on the walls and your clothes were in the closet. After you made your bed and had V try it out, you could finally sit and enjoy it.

“Did you call your mom? She’s probably scared to death that she just let you handle a new house on our own,” Taeyong told you after the guys left.

“I did and I also sent her pictures. She’s thrilled.”

“Your dad?”

“Mom said he just nodded. I wouldn’t expect anything else.” You sat on the couch next to Taeyong.

“He doesn’t get really involved, does he?”

“Only when he’s in the mood. Which happens about… five times a year?”

“Sucks to be you.”

“Yeah, especially when he missed my gymnastics performance.” You took a bite of your sandwich. 

“Well, now you’re here. If he doesn’t want to lose you, he has some work to do. Now, will you give me a bite?” And that was how the evening passed with Taeyong. You were calm, relaxed and it was exactly how you imagined it to be. All you had to worry about for the time being was the first day of uni. 

You woke up the next morning and looked too pale to be human, as you had barely managed to sleep last night. You got dressed in one of your favorite outfits, a loose red shirt and black ripped jeans, and washed your face before putting some mascara and lipstick on. When Taeyong confirmed you looked hot, you were ready to go. Taeyong left you outside of the building of your first class and left for his class.

You went inside and found a seat not too close to the professor, and soon after, you noticed a tall guy approaching you and taking the seat next to you.

“First day, huh?” he asked you. “Are you excited?”

“Yeah, pretty much. I’m kind of stressed too. What’s your name, by the way?”

“I’m Yugyeom. It’s nice to meet you.” He extended his arm to you for a handshake. 

“I’m Y/N.” And that was your first acquaintance. He seemed really nice. Kind, at least. You liked him at a first glance. He turned to speak to you quite a few times during our first class, but he didn’t annoy you. He was quite pleasant to be around. 

After a while, you heard someone enter the room, stumbling on the stairs. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” he said and took the seat next to you, on the opposite side of Yugyeom. “Was I too loud?” he whispered to you. 

“No, don’t worry about it. No one’s going to remember it tomorrow anyway,” you smiled at him. 

“I hope so. And, if they do, at least I made them laugh.” He smiled back. “I’m Chan.”

“I’m Y/N and this is Yugyeom,” you said and shook hands with him as well.

When the first class was over, you headed to the other classroom for the next period and sat next to the two boys you had just met. They were extremely fun to be with, especially Chan, who was a walking mess and extremely clumsy. 

You suggested going for coffee after class, so you texted Taeyong not to pick you up and walked next to Chan and Yugyeom, who knew a nice coffee shop around the corner. You found a table and sat down when you saw a guy approaching your table. 

“Hey, Yugyeom, wasn’t he sitting close to us in class?”

“Now that you mention it, yeah. Should we tell him to sit with us?” And, before you could even answer, Yugyeom was already standing up from his chair. “Hey! Wanna sit with us?”

“Uh, sure.”

“We saw you in class, we’re not creeps, I promise,” you reassured him. “This is Yugyeom and this is Chan.”

“I’m BamBam.”

“BamBam?” Chan asked. “Is it a nickname?”

“Yeah, I’m from Thailand and no one actually remembers my real name, so I use this one instead.”

“Oh, that’s so interesting!” Yugyeom was amazed and started talking to BamBam nonstop, which he didn’t seem to mind, so you just talked to Chan until Yugyeom’s rant ended.

“Would you like to order?” The waiter interrupted you. He was standing next to your table for a while, but no one had noticed him.

“Yeah, sorry,” you said and turned towards him, as he was standing beside you. That was when you noticed how hot he looked and, right after everyone ordered, you turned to Chan. “I don’t know if you’re gay, straight, or anything else, but that one was hot as fuck.”

“I’m bi, and yes he was. You should ask for his number.”

“Chan, I’m not that bold.”

“Yeah, but you have nothing to lose. Look, we can send you to pay when we’re done, so you can talk to him without us there. That doesn’t involve any flirting, right?”

“Fine. Give me your money, y’all.” The other two guys turned to you in shock, but Chan promised to explain while you were gone. So, you got up and walked towards the register. 

“Hi,” you told him. When he turned towards you, you deeply wished you hadn’t agreed to this. He was too handsome for you to handle.

“Ah, they sent you to pay?” He laughed.

“Yeah, they did.” You paused and contemplated if you should continue the conversation when your thoughts were interrupted.

“Um, I’m sorry if it’s weird to ask, but what’s your name.”

“I’m Y/N.”

“Ah, that’s a beautiful name. I’m Jonghyun. Do you happen to go to uni here?”

“Yeah, film major. This is my first year. What about you?”

“Me too! But I’m in the third year.” He smiled at you, but he was called to a table and had to go. “You should come by again tomorrow. I can treat you to a cup of warm coffee. My shift ends at 6.”

[yourdaddychan]

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alsoer i kinda wanted to do something sexy so imma do what color they remind me of :D most of them can be found at this link : https://louisem.com/29880/color-thesaurus-infographic

@kvinly linn bb 🥺through all the drama we've been through and shit im so glad we ended up becoming friends again cause we're kinda sexy together 😉thank you so much for being my 1000th follower bb you mean so much to me and if anyone hurts you im about to *turns into jennie and kachows them* licherally lets nevah fight again

-> you remind me of the color punch , and not only because of the name- underneath that grr me edgy grr me bully you're just a softie simp and that reminds me of punch :D

@undeadbots steph 🥺lemme be your personal broken chopsticks pls :( KLDSKLD anywayz we've also gone through some sexy drama and thankfully you saw da light 😉and now look at us, with our own band, and our own producing line 🥺brohemian rhapsody for life bro 🥺 *big kithie for da best dad in da world :D*

-> you remind me of the color viridian , because it gives me confident vibes :D you carry yourself proudly and confidently as you should tbh go steph

@binniesthighs oh look its a cutie *pushes you to a mirror* right there :D RORORO YOUR BOAT :DD we havent talked too much, besides my simping for jisung- but you give me very sexy energy so imma propose rq *gets down on one knee* will you be the rororo to my boat 🥺thank you for being my moot :D

-> you remind me of the color espresso , because espresso looks like the color to be pretty chill and laid back, and you're all of those, and calming to be around

@toshis-flower BAYBEE BEBE BEEBEE :D thank you so much for being my moot and making me a wifey asf ‼️ you're literally so much like me whats not to love <3 JKSDJKD JKJK you're really sweet and really just a good person to rant to, i love you so so so much and i think im going to remarry you :D

-> you remind me of the color taffy , because you're sweet, cute, and bright :D *eats you* yummy

@lov3ric seyoung. i love you. so much. MY SOULMATEEEE :DD even though we tell the story over and over like a bunch of grandmas, ill still never forget how we became soulmates and then bonded over boba 🥺im licherally going to marry you one day like ez 💪also i wanna eat you can i eat you youre really cute *eats you*

-> you remind me of the color daffodil , because it reminds me of banana milk which reminds me of you tbh- buuuttt did you know that daffodils are one of the first flowers you see when spring starts? that definitely reminds me of you because through all of the cb drama, you've always been there with me, like literally always- i cannot express how much i love you *kithie*

@simpchimp LIDDLE CHEESE FUCKER THEMBO :DD drink water *spank* i love you so much you cutie 🥺you're also licherally the funniest person ever like stop bae i kinda need to be the funniest but noer its you 😔alsoer i love how random you are KDSKLD so nevah stop that because then *revz up arm* youre going to get luna-ified

-> you remind me of the color jam , because even though you seem kinda scary at first [ yes i was 100% scared of you ] you're really soft :D

@berrywoo the sun themself 💪you are easily the purest person ive met, and im so happy i somehow became moots with you :D you literally hit diff, yk? theres something about your personality and the way you act thats so comforting, and that means i eat you because youre too cute :D you cant just be a wholeass teacher for kids and expect not to get eaten kids are licherally demons whoever deals with them properly and treatz dem nicely gets a nom asf

-> you remind me of the color honey , because you're a sunshiney yellow, and you're sweet like honey :D i think you need to hear that its okay not to be okay bb, and you can come to my dms anytime you want to rant 😎

@yourchungha MS OG CHUNGHA MS IM KINDA SCARED OF THE SHIT YOU DO MS FURREH LOVER 101 MS ANNA BANANA :D yeah youre like really nice- thats all i have to say- like how tf do you deal with [ redacted ] like eggsplain- ALSO YOURE CARRYING OUR CONVERSATIONS BECAUSE IDK HOW TO TALK TO PEOPLE DKSJKD I LOVE YOU FOR THAT AND WE SHOULD HAVE LIKE ACTUAL CONVERSATIONS MORE OFTEN

-> you remind me of the color scarlet , because youre a sexy bitch tf and scarlet gives me 'idc what you think im hot' kinda vibes which is like exactly you

@satosimp WINTER DADDY :DD i lub you asf *insert we dont talk anymore by charlie daddy* ugh the way your personality matches mine is kinda sexy or whatever im also kinda in love with you but lets ignore that part 🙄 💪 *big kithes* *eats your cats casually*

-> you remind me of the color lilac , because it just gives me tsundere vibes, you act like you dont care but really do care :D you liddle sawftie *noms your cheekie*

@nightshade-minho DUCKIE :DD *insert we dont talk anymore by charlie daddy pt 2* licherally bae where the fuck are you i miss you you bettah be doing well in school otherwise im going to smack you with a chappal asf DSJJKSD *eats your cat because hes such a cutie*

-> you remind me of the color marigold , because you're adorable and sunshiney :D

@onigirimeeya MICHIE MICHIE MICHIEIEEIEI MY DAD :DDD i like you mucho much if you didnt know *kithes you* you're like one awf da best listeners ever- which is such a weirdass compliment but its true- you're really good at listening, and just being a comforting presence in general, like when you go to the beach and youre just staring at the waves all edgy mode, and it calms you down a fuck ton

-> you remind me of the color mint , for obvious reasons- mint choco chip cookie michie :DD

@hhjs bae we dont talk a lot but im kinda lurking on all of your posts- JKDSJSKD bae remarry me please youre really fucking hot 😭and the way you have with words is like damn- teach me oppar asf

-> you remind me of the color wine , because you're refined, and carry yourself in a way that makes everyone want to be you. the color wine is rich and deep, which reminds me of the way you write :D

@nsfw-stay MY LICHERAL BABIE YOUVE BEEN AN ANON FOR SUCH A LONG TIME AND WEVE TALKED ABOUT SO MUCH SHIT TOGETHER [ a lot about seungmin and jisung but shhh ] I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BB AND I WILL NOM YOU >:( BUT SOFTLY AND OUT OF LOVE *nomz yew* :D

-> you remind me of the color cerulean , because its a baby blue and what fits better than a baby blue yk? you're adorable and squishy and i want to nom you 24/7

@secretary-yeji *iz chan ig cause we dont talk admin to admin* oh erm gee is uncle chrith 😉DKLSKLD my liddle koala :D my liddle burgah :D my liddle aussie :D my besth frien :DDD evah since may i think we've been friends, and i think one of the highlights of that day was me marking you as spam twice and on accident too- LKSDKLSD WE DONT TALK ABOUT THAT anywayz thank yew for being uncle chrith's friend *kith*

-> you remind me of the color seafoam , because it's a very soft and light color yk, you're delicate asf which sounds like a bad thing now that im typing it BUT IT ISNT DSKLDSLK YOURE VERY CUTE YOU AND YOUR FLOOFY COWS :D

@ayolistenupp im kinda... in love with you? wtf? KDSDKSL MY DESI DADDY ASF I LOVE YOU SOER MUCH :D our music nights™️ mean so much to me, like theres just something so personal about listening to what the other person likes to hear even though half of your songs are sexy asf KLDSKLD

-> you remind me of the color ocean , because the ocean is loud but calming yk- like you're full of energy but you're also calming :D

@yanderexchungha OH ERM GEE YEW :O YOU PROBABLY WONT SEE THIS IN LIKE 10 MONTHS BESTIE MERRY CHRISTMAS IG KLDSLKD anyway i love you dad your lessons about vape >>> to quote your drunk ass exactly "vape isnt cool" JKSDJ anyway its gonna be sexy if we accidentally run into each other in the hallwayz asf

-> you remind me of grey cause youre a hag- JKJK KDJSD you remind me of the color caramel , because you're sweet, and licherally addictive caramel isnt good for my braces but i keep eating it 😰but youre addictive in a good way :D

@yanderelee literally only doing this because you were moping about not having a simp sunday and im such a good person 🥸you're cool 💪and unfortunately, you're funny too 😥and even though i bully you asf dont take it personally because i dont mean it asf

-> you remind me of the color dijon mustard because you just give those hacker vibes please dont hack me after i said this i like to keep my location private

@kpopswitchbot BESTIE 😏MY FIRST MUTUAL 😏 LICHERALLY DA BEST CUTEST FUNNIEST SMARTEST SEXIEST KEWLEST I CANT EVEN EXPRESS WITH WORDS FISHIE IN DA WORLD :D LICHERALLY STOP OUTDOING ME WITH YOUR GOODNIGHTS LIKE *spankz yew* YOURE LITERALLY TOO GOOD WITH WORDS ITS NOT FAIR- AND THE DAY YOU JUST TALKED TO ME IN SHAKESPEAREAN BECAUSE I FELT DOWN- AND EXPRESSED YOUR LOVE THAT WAY LIKE- PLEASE I ACTUALLY ADORE YOU AND I WILL LITERALLY EAT YOU ONE DAY

-> you remind me of the color coffee , not only because youre addicted to it but also because of the way you act, you're like the definition of an old soul- with the words you use, the drama kid you are asf, etc- you're a talented bitch *mwah* i love you so much you also remind me of those movies where they find an old ass book and they kinda hafta dust it off and it gives you treasure or something cause yeah that reminds me meeting you

AIGHT DAS IT ASF MWAH I LOVE YOU ALL :DDD

[advena87]

Let's bring Cat to Kaer Morhen!

I always think what would happen if Lambert had the opportunity to bring Aiden to Kaer Morhen at least one winter. How would other witchers react to him and whether Aiden would get along with them.

Of course, the most difficult thing would be with Vesemir, the old witcher still holds a grudge against Cats, doesn’t trust them and is terrified by the prospect that his youngest son is involved with one of them.

Geralt would be curious, both for Aiden himself (he is a notorious cat! Is everything that is said about them true?) and his relationship with Lambert. Lambert is an asshole, Geralt will have a hard time believing that he has made a real friend, and when he finally does, he will understand that it is not about friendship. And it would be hilarious for him.

Eskel immediately realizes what is happening here and is immediately tired of it, because Lambert and Aiden (especially Lambert) have a communication problem and cannot determine the status of their relationship. Lambert denies it, Aiden sabotages it. Eskel has no patience for watching these two morons and their stupid actions.

(I warn you right away, it will be long!)

.

*right after arriving at Kaer Morhen with Aiden*

Vesemir: Do you really trust this Cat that much?

Lambert: If I murdered someone, he’s the person I’d call to help me drag the corpse across the floor.

Vesemir: * glare *

Lambert: Oh, you think that disapproving glare works on me after all the times I've seen it?

***

Geralt: Have you been yelled at by Vesemir yet?

Aiden: I'm not scared of him.

Eskel: So that's a no.

***

Vesemir: Stay away from Lambert.

Aiden: I take that as an invitation.

***

Vesemir: Remember, no tricks, no lies, no trouble!

Eskel and Geralt simultaneously: Yes, Vesemir!

Lambert: Kiss my ass, Vesemir!

Vesemir: I wasn’t talking to you. *glares at Aiden*

*later*

Aiden: Wow, your dad really hates me.

Lambert: Don't worry, he hates me too.

Aiden: No, I think he hates me because he loves you.

Lambert: What kind of fucked up logic is that?

***

Lambert: Look guys, I need help.

Vesemir, glaring suspiciously at Aiden: Love help?

Geralt: Financial help?

Eskel: Emotional help?

Aiden: Help moving a body?

*Everyone looks at Aiden*

Aiden: ... What? You'd be surprised how often he needs this kind of help.

***

Lambert: Vesemir, not all Cats are crazy.

Aiden: Easy for you to say, you're not one.

Lambert: You don't make it easy, Aiden

Aiden: And you can't lie to them. I AM a lunatic motherfucker with lethal combat skills.

***

Aiden: *under his breath* This is bullshit.

Vesemir: Did you just curse? Because we don’t talk like that in this god-damn, mother-fucking house.

Aiden: ...

Vesemir: Shit.

***

Aiden: Son of a b-

Aiden: *notices Vesemir*

Aiden: Penis!

Aiden: That wasn't any better.

***

Geralt: You don’t know my family. What you call the Apocalypse, I call Sunday dinner!

Aiden: The Apocalypse on Stygga Castle was always on Fridays.

Aiden: My mentor served the boar for dinner.

Aiden: It was the only day of the week that we were allowed to eat meat…

Aiden: And then he made us fight for it to death.

Geralt: Man, what the fuck? Is he serious?

Lambert: I don't know. On the one hand, I hear a different version of Friday dinners every fucking time, on the other, he always cries when we have a peaceful dinner on Fridays.

***

* Sunday dinner*

Vesemir: Uhm, Cat, that's where I sit.

Aiden: So sit next to me.

Vesemir: No, I sit there.

Aiden: What's the difference?

Vesemir: "What's the difference?"

Lambert: Oh fuck, here we go.

Vesemir: In the winter, that seat is close enough to the fireplace to remain warm, and yet not so close as to cause perspiration. In the summer, it's directly in the path of a cross-breeze created by opening windows there and there. It faces the kitchen at an angle that is neither direct, thus discouraging conversation, nor so far wide as to create a parallax distortion. I could go on.

Aiden, getting up from the seat: Okay, I get it.

*Later, Aiden and Lambert in private*

Aiden: Now seriously, he really, really, REALLY hates me.

Lambert: No, he just really, really, REALLY loves that chair

***

*Geralt and Eskel try to make drunken pranks on Lambert with Aiden's help. A few things went wrong*

Geralt: You were only supposed to create a diversion, Aiden!

Eskel: That was complete destruction.

Aiden: What do you want from me?! I'm Cat witcher, man! It's what I do!

***

Lambert: MERRY CHRISTMSS MOTHERFUCKERS!!!

Aiden: FUCK YEAH BITCHES LETS GET IT POPPIN *plays Mariah Carey*

Geralt: Guys... it’s 5 am.

Eskel: Don't make me have to get out of bed and beat the shit out of you.

***

*after another drinking party in Kaer Morhen*

Eskel: What happened last night?

Geralt: Strangely, I have no idea. Wait. *tries to remember something* Nothing. Weird. Disjointed. My memory is completely blank.

Eskel: It sounds disturbingly familiar.

Geralt: Eskel, why is there a shower cap on your head?

Eskel: I'm sure there's a very easy explanation to this.

Geralt: Is there a very easy explanation as to why you're wearing sandals that aren't yours?

Eskel: Where are my boots?

Geralt: And why are you wearing a gold chain, Eskel?

Lambert, wakes up realising he is spooning Aiden: Oh fuck, please tell me this is a dream.

Aiden, waking up: Calm down, fluffkin. Come back to bed.

Lambert: Whatever you think happened last night didn't happen, because nothing happened you got it?

Eskel: That's nice, Lambert. Way to belittle the man.

Aiden: Yeah, Lambert. I do have feelings.

Geralt to Aiden: What is all over your face?

Aiden: I can't be sure. *checks his face* Oh Gods. You didn't see a mad dwarf dealing a fisstech, with a hook for an arm, did you?

Eskel: … what?

Geralt: N-no.

Eskel, to Lambert: Why do you have a black eye?

Lambert: Okay. It's nothing to freak about. Everybody relax. It's no big deal, it's just a small shiner.

Geralt: Lambert's absolutely right. His lover's spat with Aiden is really none of our business.

Lambert: Nothing fucking happened between us!

Aiden: Are you as disappointed as I am? And now seriously, we have to find that dwarf before Vesemir does.

***

Aiden: I have flaws! What are they? Oh I don’t know…

Aiden: I sing in the shower. Sometimes, I spend too much time being drugged and drunk.

Aiden: Occasionally, I’ll commit first degree murder.

Aiden: But please, please, may I date your son?

Vesemir: NO!

***

Geralt: What does Aiden think about your friendship?

Lambert: I don't know, I try not to bother him about this kind of stuff.

Geralt: You mean like your thoughts and feelings?

Lambert: Yeah.

*meanwhile*

Eskel: So, why do you put up with him?

Aiden: Because I'm desperately in love, that's why. And because Lambert is a great man, and I think one day, if we're very, very lucky, he might even be a good one.

*later*

Geralt: So what exactly is going on between the two of you?

Lambert: Nothing. Really. We're friends, that's it.

Eskel: You're idiots, the both of you.

Geralt: Are you sure you aren’t dating Aiden?

Lambert: If I am, I certainly wasn’t informed of it.

Geralt: To be fair, if any of us were dating someone without realizing it, it would be you.

***

Lambert after arguing with Eskel over Aiden: I can take care of my own... friend.

Lambert: Wait, where is he?

Eskel: *snorts*

***

*after Lambert refused to be Aiden's boyfriend*

Eskel: Let me get this straight: Aiden told you he wanted to be with you and you said ‘no’?

Lambert: I said no.

Geralt: What the hell is wrong with you?

Vesemir: Dumbass!

Lambert, Eskel and Geralt: *looks at Vesemir in surprise*

Lambert: Look, I have my reasons, okay?

Eskel: What the hell could they possibly be?

Lambert: He always wanders fuck knows where, getting into trouble and keeps flirting with other guys, and when he gets dumped, he suddenly comes running back to me? Look, I'm not a fucking rebound, all right?

Vesemir: You're too proud to take him back? What exactly do you have to be proud of?!

***

Eskel: Did you and Lambert get in a fight?

Aiden: Lambert had a fight. I was being perfectly reasonable.

Eskel: You guys are idiots, did you know that?

Aiden: In our own defense, we actually do know that.

***

*Lambert, Geralt and Eskel drink together after Lambert had a fight with Aiden*

Lambert: Guys, I don’t know what Aiden wants anymore! What am I supposed to do? 

Eskel: May I speak freely? 

Lambert: Yeah.

Eskel: I’m so bloody sick of hearing this shit day after day: “Guys, what am I to do? I told him I love him, I took it back, I’m afraid of commitment, I don't understand my own feelings!” *grabs Lambert* FOR THE FUCK’S SAKE! MAKE A MOVE! DO SOMETHING! DO YOU WANT TO REGRET THIS FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE?!

*Lambert absolutely terrified, runs away to his room without a word*

Geralt, shyly: Don't you think it was a bit harsh?

Eskel: What, you need some talk too? Because you and your sorceress  bullshit—

Geralt, scared: No, nope, I'm fine. I'm totally fine.

***

*Dandelion visits Kaer Morhen during the winter and is absolutely unaware of the on and off relationship situation between Lambert and Aiden*

Dandelion, about Lambert and Aiden: You know, you two make a cute couple.

Lambert: No, no we're not, we're not a fucking couple, we're single, two singles, like those individually wrapped slices of cheese that are friends, for the fuck’s sake!

Dandelion to Geralt: Did I pluck a nerve there?

Geralt: Yes, you did.

***

Aiden: Wait a minute! Are we hugging? Have we done this before?

Lambert: No. If you tell anyone, I'll slit your throat.

***

Lambert: Stop it.

Aiden: Stop what?

Lambert: Stop looking at me like that, or everyone here will think we did it.

Aiden: *grabs Lambert and kisses him deeply*

Lambert: Well, that'll throw them off the track.

***

Aiden: *leaving Lambert's room in the morning with Lambert's clothes on*

Vesemir, catching him: Don't you dare steal that shirt, I gave it to him for his birthday!

Aiden: Um... That's it? This is what you have to say in this situation?

Vesemir: Well...

Vesemir: Maybe you’re not a diabolical Cat sleeper agent out to infiltrate my family and destroy everything I’ve worked for.

Aiden: Truly, that’s all any guy can hope to hear from his boyfriend’s father.

***

Eskel: Someone has to tell Vesemir about this.

Geralt: Yeah.

Lambert Definitely, good luck Eskel.

Eskel: Wait, why me? It's your business!

Lambert: Because you're the scariest motherfucker.

Geralt: Eskel isn't the scariest! He just looks the scariest!

Eskel, sarcastically: Thanks Geralt, it was really uplifting.

Aiden, entering the room: What are you doing?

Eskel: We wonder how to tell Vesemir that you two cabbage heads are dating now.

Aiden: Oh, that won't be necessary. I'm pretty sure he knows about it.

Geralt: How so?

Aiden: He caught me sneaking out of Lambert's room in the morning in his clothes.

Lambert: Fucking WHAT?!

Eskel: How come you're still alive?

Aiden: I'm a cat, I always land on my feet.

***

Lambert: It's a package from Vesemir.

Aiden: What's in it?

Lambert: It's heavy. Must be his disappointment in me.

***

*After a fight with Vesemir, Lambert moved into the stable; Aiden is trying to get Lambert to move back into the keep*

Aiden: All right, I'll speak a language you understand. Five crowns if you move back in.

Lambert: Fifty.

Aiden: Ten.

Lambert: Forty-nine.

Aiden: A crown?! You went down a crown?!

Lambert: Okay, it's back to fifty.

Aiden: You know, you make it really difficult to love you sometimes.

Lambert: Yeah, that's what Vesemir says.

***

Lambert: Aiden, I need you to do me a favor.

Aiden: No, I’m not giving you anymore lap dances again.

Geralt: LAP DANCES?!

Eskel: AGAIN?!

Lambert: ANYMORE?!!!

***

Aiden about Lambert: He's got a great ass.

Geralt: Don't be gross.

***

Aiden: We have some exciting news.

Eskel: Okay.

Lambert: As you know, Aiden and I have been together for some time, and a lot of things I never thought possible now seem possible.

Geralt: Okay.

Aiden: After a careful evaluation of our relationship, we decided that the time was right to take a step forward.

Vesemir: *hyperventilate*

Lambert: Do you want to say it?

Aiden: Let's say it together.

Both Aiden and Lambert: We're getting a cat!

Eskel: This is why I've been saying we should keep champagne on ice.

Geralt: I think Vesemir is having a heart attack.

Both Aiden and Lambert: *evil laugh*

***

Aiden: We named our cat after the greatest man we know.

Geralt: What's his name?

Lambert: ...

Aiden, proudly: Vesemir.

.

[darkfairy-tales]

Coffee

Description: Younghoon hates coffee. But he visits the cafe near his house everyday and drinks coffee as an excuse to see the cute owner.

Pairing: Younghoon x Chanhee (Bbangnyu)

Genre: Fluff, Romance

Younghoon drags himself out of his bed at 6 am. It is early. He should be resting for fuck's sake. After all it was sunday. It was the day where people stayed in their beds till late and rest. Younghoon used to do the same. Until a month ago. Until the cafe near his house opened. Until he saw the cute owner. Call him a sap but it was love at first sight. Yep Younghoon was totally whipped. He didn't liked coffee. God he hated coffee. It was bitter and just looked plain boring with its brown color. It wasn't Younghoon's type. But he had learnt to drink coffee everyday. After all getting a coffee was the easiest excuse he had to go see the owner of the cafe. He goes to his bathroom and freshen up washing his face and brushing his teeth. After grooming himself he goes downstairs with a book he had gotten from the library and his phone. He sees his housemate Jacob already awake and in the kitchen making coffee. "Going out to see the cutie again?" Jacob questions with a knowing look. Younghoon feels his face getting hotter as his cheeks turned a light pink. "You should try talking to him you know. It has been a month and you only know his name." Jacob snickers as he brings his cup of coffee and takes a sip. Younghoon grumbles as he walks out of the house.

He walks down the sidewalk as he mentally prepares himself to see the cute owner. But he knew he could never be prepared. The owner, whose name he learned was Chanhee, was pretty. Too pretty. Chanhee was ethereal. Younghoon could say with no hesitation that he has never seen someone as beautiful and as pretty as Chanhee. He wasn't even exaggerating. He reaches the cafe in a few minute and he stands in front of the glass door like an idiot for another good minute. With a deep breath, he opens the door and walks inside. The bell chimes lightly as he walks in. The sound causing Chanhee to look up from his phone. A sweet smile forms on the male's lips when he sees Younghoon. "Good morning Younghoon~ Should I give you the usual?" He speaks. If Younghoon looked calm to others at that moment then they were wrong. Internally he was screaming. Chanhee's voice was smooth and light. Younghoon was convinced that Chanhee has the voice of an angel ever since the first he had heard his voice. "Good morning. Yes please the usual." He says willing himself to not stutter. Chanhee gives him another smile as he goes to prepare Younghoon's drink. A latte, it was what he usually drank.

Younghoon takes a seat and places his phone on the table. He opens the book he brought with him. It was a young adult romance novel called "To All The Boys I've Loved Before" by the author named Jenny Han. He is not really sure why he even got this book but he was mildly interested by the name of the book. As he was reading through the first page Chanhee approaches him with his latte and a plate filled with some chocolate chip cookies. He places them down on the table. Younghoon looks at the cookies and at Chanhee. "I didn't asked for cookies..." He trails down a bit awkward and a bit shy. "It is on house." Chanhee says and without further words the smaller male works away living Younghoon with his heart thumping hard against his chest. 'Calm down dear stupid heart.' He internally says. He tries to go back to reading the book but he can barely focus. He looks up at Chanhee who seems to be making a drink for himself. He stares shamelessly as the male makes the drink. After the drink was done Chanhee pours it in another glass and takes a sip from it. Some of the whip cream from the drink are left on the coner of his lips. Younghoon curses at himself internally when he sees the younger poke his tongue out a bit and licking off the whip cream from the corner of his lips. "Fuck that's cute." Younghoon mumbles to himself as he closes his book. He had realized that he is not going to be able to read at all.

He looks back at Chanhee who sighs as he looks down at his drink. 'Say something idiot.' He thinks to himself. Trying to come up with something to say. "Uh hey you can s-sit with me right now." He stutters out catching Chanhee's attention. 'Great. You just had to stutter like some high schooler talking to their crush.' He scolds himself mentally. Surprisingly Chanhee grabs his drink as he comes up to where Younghoon was sitting putting down his drink on the table beside Younghoon's. He sits on the opposite side. "I hope you don't mind me sitting here." Chanhee says and jesus christ Younghoon feels like he is about to have a heart attack. "It's okay. I don't mind." Younghoon says. Chanhee gives him a grateful smile and takes another sip from his cup. "You are really beautiful." Younghoon blurts out, his face turning bright red when he realized he had spoken his thoughts out loud. Chanhee looks surprised but he doesn't looked creeped out or so as Younghoon had thought. "Well thank you. You are really handsome too." Chanhee says with a flirty tone. "I am not... that handsome." Younghoon says rubbing the back of his neck suddenly getting more shy than he already was. "I am not lying. I am sure you have girls and boys running after you. You probably have a lover too." Chanhee snorts. Younghoon knew Chanhee was right at least about girls and boys running after him. He didn't liked to brag about his visual or so but it didn't changed the fact that Younghoon had the visuals that leaves people whipped. "I don't have a lover. But I do have my eyes on someone." He answered. He internally pats himself for not stuttering again. "That's great. I am sure they must like you too." Chanhee says, his expression unreadable. "I am not sure. He is really pretty. Beautiful. What if he already has a lover or so?" Younghoon asks staring at Chanhee.

The smaller male lets out a small huff. "Not all pretty and beautiful person have a lover you know." Chanhee muttered. "Then what about you? Do you have a lover?" Younghoon blurts out. "I don't sadly. Used to have one though we ended things." Chanhee says. Younghoon hums as he drinks his latte, then picking up a cookie and eating it. As expected it tasted very good. He stares at Chanhee who seems to be in thinking about something, in a daze. 'Say something. Come on Younghoon! Ask him out.' He internally screamed at himself. Like jacob had told him, he really did needed to say something and interact more with Chanhee. He needs to grow some balls as Jacob's boyfriend Kevin had told him. "Would you like to go out with me?" Younghoon blurts out fast. "H-Huh?" Chanhee looked at him confused. He didn't quite heard the maleas he was deep in his thought. "What I said is.. Would you like to go out with me?" Younghoon asked again, his fingers fiddling with each other feeling nervous. Chanhee smiled brightly at his words. "Are you perhaps asking me out on a date Younghoon-ssi?" He teased making the said male blush. "Yes." He said, his face flushed. "You are so cute~" Chanhee snickered adorably. "So will you?" Younghoon asked. "Yes handsome. I would love to. But about that someone you had eyes on." Chanhee asked remembering Younghoon's words from a while ago. "That someone is you idiot." Younghoon huffs as leaned back. Embrassed, wanting the floor to just open up and swallow him.

"Really?" Chanhee asked surprised. "Y-Yeah..." Younghoon trails off. "That's... wow I didn't expected that. I mean.. You sure? You really had your eyes on me?" Chanhee asked, cheeks tinted pink similar to Younghoon. "Yes really! I mean I don't even like coffee but I come here to drink one as an excuse to see you." Younghoon says and then freezes up when he realized what he just said. 'Oh shit I must sound creepy. God' He internally groans. "You drink coffee which you hate just so you can use it as an excuse to meet me?" Chanhee asks pointing at himself and then he starts laughing. "Oh my god. Poor you! Why would you even drink coffee if you hate it. You are an idiot." Chanhee gasps out between laughs. "Hey don't laugh at me. I didn't had any other excuse okay." He defends himself. "You are so cute." Chanhee states as he calms down. "You are even more cuter. Have you even seen yourself? You are like really really pretty." Younghoon says making Chanhee smile bigger at the compliments. Just then Younghoon's phone rang. He looked at the caller name and realized it was Jacob. He quickly picked up the call. "Hey Hoon. Can you come back fast? I am so sorry for calling you when you are probably having a 'moment' or whatever you wanna call it. But I really need your help." Jacob said. Younghoon hummed. "It's okay hyung I will come back now." He replies then ended the call.

He looked at Chanhee who looks at him with raised eyebrow. "My hyung. He needs help so I have to go back." He mumbles a bit sad that he had to leave chanhee. "Oh. Of course. But wait let me get you something." Chanhee says as hw stands up. After a few minutes he comes back out with a box. "Here. You can... You know share it with your hyung. It's cookies and it's on the house." Chanhee says handing Younghoon a well packed box of cookies. Hesitantly Younghoon accepts it. He felt bad for taking it for free but Chnahee didn't let him pay. The smaller didn't even let him pay for the coffee too. Instead telling him to rush back home as his hyung was probably waiting for him. With a pout Younghoon walks back home. When he reaches his home he is greeted by Kevin and Jacob in the kitchen. "Thank god you are here. I am sorry. But me and Kevin need your help in moving some furnitures." Jacob said. "It's alright hyung. Here. Chanhee gave me." Younghoon says handing Jacob the box of cookies. "That's kind of him." The older says as he puts it down on the counter and opens it. His eyes widen when he saw what was inside. Cookies of different types were in it. But something even more 'important' was there. A slip of paper. "Younghoon I think you should see this." Jacob says as he pulls out the paper handing it to Younghoon who looked confused. He grabs the paper and read its content.

"I also had my eyes on you for a while and I would totally like to hang out with you. A date maybe? Text me :)

[Inserts phone number]

- Choi Chanhee

Younghoon gasp. "HE GAVE YOU HIS NUMBER?!" Kevin hollers as he gives Younghoon a side hug. "Finally! There is a progress." Jacob says wiping fake tears. "What are you waiting for idiot! Save that number and text him!" Kevin encourages. Younghoon does as he is told. He saved the number and sent a simple text. A big smile growing on his face. Finally he was having the chance to speak and interact more with the cute owner who he had been after for a whole month. He knew it was a start of something beautiful. A great chance of making Chanhee his and he sure as hell was not going to pass this chance. After all Kim Younghoon had spent a whole month drinking coffee, a drink he hates just to use it as an excuse to see the said male and maybe, Younghoon realizes, he might not hate coffee if it was made by Choi Chanhee.

Hello guys!!! I hope you enjoyed this story hehe. I am so soft for BbangNyu. Seeing them cuddle even while standing is the cutest. They make me feel more single than I am 💔

Anyway please don't forget to like and reblog this! I will continue writing more. You can check out my masterlist! I have it pinned 💙💙 Stay tuned for more. Love you all. Buii (๑・ω-)～♥”

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Erotas - Chapter Three | t.h.

Erotas Masterlist

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader

Summary: You land in Greece and after dinner with some of your family the only logical next step is to get drunk in the jacuzzi. 

Warnings: Cursing, a little (and by little I mean little) bit of steaminess but the smut will pick up in the next chapter

Word Count: 6.6k

A/N: This fic is trope city; fake dating, there’s only one bed, friends to lovers. Warnings will be added as I continue to write! Possibly looking at 7 chapters. 

Special thanks to @worldoftom​  💞💞

Five hours later and you’re standing in the lobby of your hotel, bags at your feet, Tom by your side. You haven’t seen your family yet, which is a relief in itself. Your mum texted saying to get settled and relaxed and that they’d find you for dinner and drinks. 

You rest your chin in your hand on the check-in counter, processing what the receptionist had said. “Wait, what? We didn’t—”

The woman behind the desk glances at your passport again, double checking the spelling of your name one more time. “You did. This is your room, 2 adults for the Venus Suite for five nights.”

Your phone dings. It’s your cousin. 

Get checked in to your suite yet?? 😏 [smirking emoji]

Your mouth pops open and you glance at the woman again. Pressing your lips into a thin smile, you apologize, “Sorry, yes, you’re right. That is our room.”

Tom nudges your shoulder with his, whispering, “A suite?”

You shrug, biting your bottom lip. “Welcome to Greece!”

The woman smiles, finalizing your check-in and hands you the keycards to your room along with a map to find your suite. “To further complement your stay, American Champagne Breakfast will be served each morning in the privacy of your own terrace.”

Your eyes widen, “Oh wow, okay. Thank you.”

Tom nudges you again as you leave the lobby. “I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.” 

He smirks when you shove his shoulder. “You have a movie line for every situation, don't you?”

He nods. “Oh most definitely.” 

Using the directions the woman gave you, you walk towards your suite. The hotel reminds you of a maze, stairs and turns, the sky a bright blue hanging above you. You can hear the ocean in the distance. You explain to Tom that your nosy family decided to intervene and change your original room reservation and bump you up to a suite. Knowing your cousin, she probably did it the second you left that lunch four weeks ago. 

“How much is this gonna cost?” he asks, hesitant.

“My dad covered it. It’s safe to say my family is over the moon I’m here with a boy.” And it’s hard to hide the drop of venom in your voice. 

You reach room 12, high, white, stucco walls surround you at the end of a hallway. The key is an RFID card and you slide it against the reader, the light flashes green and the lock clicks. You push it open and step past the threshold.  

Spanning out across your private terrace is nothing but the sea and the sky and Thirassia Island. 

The door clicks closed quietly behind you.

Tom stands next to you, bags dropping to the ground by your feet. “Holy shit.”

The exterior portion of your room isn’t excessively large, but the space is amazing. Two chaise lounges overlooking a glass balcony railing, staring out into the Aegean Sea, along with a rather large jacuzzi in the corner. There are French doors behind the hot tub, leading into your room.

You nod slowly. “Yeah.” 

The room itself could be the size of a shoe box for all you care. You just want to spend any free time you have on this overlook. 

Tom picks up his bag, grabbing yours as well that had also slipped out of your grasp when you walked in, and heads towards the doors. He pushes them open and you follow. He sets the bags by the dresser, eyes wide as he takes in the room. He’s smiling, touching everything almost in awe, but you’re staring at the bed. The only bed.

“Oh,” you start, glancing around the room but there’s no couch. The room isn’t really all that big, the king bed taking up the majority of the space towards the back. There’s a fully stocked mini bar to your right and a dresser to your left, along with the TV. The door to the bathroom is on your right as well and Tom has disappeared in there. You can hear him talking, calling your name to come see something. 

When you don’t reply right away, he pops back out, looking at you. “What’s the matter?” and he follows your gaze to the bed. It takes him a second, brows furrowed before he realizes. And he starts laughing, gently, but laughing nonetheless.

“Hey, are you really worried about sharing a bed?”

You feel relieved at the ease he’s expressing. “You’re not?”

He laughs again. “No, babe, we’ve kissed. I think we can share a bed. Especially one as big as that one.” 

You smile. “Okay, yeah, you’re right, sorry. I’m just —”

“Nervous, I know,” he finishes for you, walking over to take your hand in his, squeezing gently. “What time do we have to meet your family?”

You sigh. “Uh, whenever we’re settled, I guess.” You squeeze his hand in return. You contemplate for a moment, “The sooner we go, the sooner it’s over and we can come back here.” 

“And then we can order champagne and get drunk in the hot tub.” 

You laugh. “Let’s just do that now, forget my family.” 

But he convinces you to just go now. Saying that it won’t be that bad, that your family will be so excited to see you. And although you’re sure they will be, you still know it’s going to be exhausting. 

You head to your parents’ room first, room 4. You later find out that most of the wedding party is on the opposite end of the hotel from you. Knowing that makes your room even more of an escape. 

Your mum gushes over you when she opens the door, hugging and kissing you before passing you off to your father so she can do the same to Tom. He takes it all in stride, hugging your mum, shaking your dad’s hand and with him here, the heat is off of you. They want to know about him, how you met, what he does. You barely speak ten words on the walk down to the hotel bar. You don’t feel left out, though, because Tom’s hand never leaves your body, whether he’s holding yours or resting his on the small of your back. He keeps you close, smiling at you as he answers questions about your relationship, about your friendship. 

You find a hightop table outside with a view over the ocean. The breeze is light and warm against your cheek, and you can smell the salt in the air. It’s late in the afternoon, close to five, but the sun is still warm on your skin. 

Your dad pulls Tom along to the bar to get drinks and you’re sure he’s giving him the dad talk. You can only shake your head. 

Your cousin and her fiancé, Ava and Alex, meet the four of you down there soon after. And Ava is the reason you’re here. Yeah, she can be a pain in the ass, but she’s always been more of a sister than a cousin. You’re close in age and grew up together. The secrets you share could bring down the government of a small country. 

She engulfs you in a hug, practically vibrating with excitement. She hugs Tom as soon as you introduce them and while she’s fussing over him, you give Alex a hug as well, taking the opportunity to catch up. Alex couldn’t care less about the wedding, just wanting it to be over with so they can officially be married. Ava, on the other hand, is stressing over every single detail no matter how minimal it may seem. 

And Tom is great with her, offering advice and helping her see things that may not be as important as she's making them out to be, like the color of the tablecloths not being the absolute right shade of white. You can see the relief flood Alex’s eyes as Ava agrees with him. 

“So how have you been hiding him since February? He’s amazing, and really, really cute,” she says, nudging you with her shoulder. 

You press your lips together. “I didn’t want to jinx anything, you know how this family is.”

She nods in understanding, she’s experienced everything you have, albeit secondhandedly, but she’s always been there to help you say fuck them over drinks later in the night. She knows their comments cut deeper than you let on and she’s tried to help as best she can. You’ve always appreciated that about her.

If the wedding itself would consist of only these four people, you could have survived it alone. But your mum fills you in on the rest of the family’s travel plans. Aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents are all arriving tomorrow. The rehearsal dinner is tomorrow night, then you’ve got the next day off to enjoy Santorini before the wedding on Friday. Most of the family will fly out on Saturday. But you and Tom, along with your cousin and her newly minted spouse are staying until Sunday. 

You order dinner but find yourselves talking and drinking more than eating. With more people now, the conversation has broken up into parts and you find yourself talking with your dad, Tom has finished eating and is standing next to your chair now. It’s easier for him to be included in the conversation this way. 

“Having fun so far?” your dad asks. 

You smile. “Yeah, thank you for the room.”

Tom agrees. “Yes, thank you so much. We really appreciate it.”

Your dad laughs, patting Tom on the shoulder. “She doesn’t bring a guy around often, so I figured I would do something special for the two of you.” 

And it would mean a lot to you if that wasn’t all an act. You take a sip of your drink to mask the uneasiness you feel, but Tom doesn’t miss a step. Going into a story about how excited he was when he found out you’d be coming here, about meeting your family, about going on a vacation, someplace so romantic, with his girlfriend. 

“Well, hopefully you two can properly enjoy yourselves here. Get some good use of that jacuzzi, yeah?”

“I think we’re gonna order champagne and get drunk in it tonight actually,” you comment, exchanging glances with Tom. 

Your dad looks between the two of you. “Well, then what the hell are you still doing here? Go! Enjoy yourselves before you get roped into some responsibility for the wedding.” And he practically pushes you out of the bar.

“What if they need me for something?”

He scoffs. “I can’t remember the last time you’ve come to a family gathering and actually had fun. Please do that for me this week. And for him,” he adds, gesturing to Tom. “If something’s on fire, I’ll let you know, otherwise I’ll see you at dinner tomorrow night. Six sharp.”

You can’t stop yourself from mumbling, “It feels like everything’s already on fire.” Your dad doesn’t catch it but Tom does, pressing his lips together to fight off a grin.

Your dad sends you off with a kiss to your cheek and a handshake for Tom, and then heads back towards the rest of your family. You laugh lightly, heading back to the room. 

“I like your dad, and your mum. Everyone tonight was great,” Tom says as you step into your room. 

“Yeah, these are the ones I really like, the shit show will start tomorrow. You just wait. That rehearsal dinner might push me to murder.”

He laughs. “Why?”

“Because you’re going to be the only thing my aunts and uncles and grandma will be able to talk about. You and how she’s never brought a boy to meet the family before.” Your voice goes up several octaves as you impersonate your aunt.

“Should I just kiss you all night so that you don’t have to talk to them?” 

“Oh, they’ll eat that shit up, you’re gonna have to make a dirty joke to shut them up. Grandma’s very religious and she’ll clutch her pearls if you talk about our, quote unquote, sex life.”

Tom hums, nodding along. “Good to know.”

You shake your head. “Anyway, didn’t my dad say I had to have fun this week? Let’s stop talking about my family and go get drunk.” 

“God, yes please. I’ll order room service. You can change first,” he offers, walking over to the hotel phone. You rummage through your suitcase and find your bathing suit, slipping into the bathroom quickly.

The room is empty when you open the door, but you can hear the jets running from the hot tub.

You grab two towels for yourselves and step out onto the balcony. The sun has set, but there are still soft orange hues spanning across the horizon. 

“I got you a towel,” you comment, setting them both off to the side to prevent them from getting wet. “Thanks,” Tom says, smiling as you step into the tub. “Champagne should be here soon.”

You hum, sinking down into the water, letting the jets push against your back and shoulders. Extending your arms, you reach out, resting them against the sides of the hot tub. Your fingers knock against Tom’s as he’s in the same position as you and his fingers twitch. You think he’s going to move his hand away but instead, he threads his fingers with yours, brushing gently against your knuckles. 

You stay like that for a moment, eyes slipping shut as you enjoy the heat of the water, the warm air on your skin and Tom’s touch on your hand. 

The knock on the door startles you both and Tom is quick to get up and out of the hot tub. You watch as the muscles along his back and shoulders work beneath his skin as he pushes himself out. 

The champagne comes in on a cart, half submerged in a bucket of ice with two flutes next to it. Tom thanks the man, offering him a tip on his way out. You reach for the cart, pulling it up next to the jacuzzi as Tom locks the door, coming back to get in next to you. 

You grab the bottle, peeling away the wrapping from the top. You hesitate when you see the wire twist, biting your lip. 

“What? Scared to open a champagne bottle?” Tom teases, taking the bottle from you when you offer it to him, his fingers brushing against yours. 

“They make me nervous, have since I was little,” you laugh, leaning away from him as he gets to working it open. 

“Clearly, you didn’t grow up with a household full of brothers,” he quips, pulling the wire webbing off so he can get to the cork. “Losing an eye was the least of my worries growing up.”

“Yeah? And what was your biggest? Getting punched in the dick?”

He freezes, locking his eyes on you, “Don’t joke about that. That shit hurts. God, I think my dick crawled back inside my body just from hearing you say that. When I still lived at home, Harry would shout nut shot whenever I would get up and stretch so I couldn't defend myself. It’s astounding to this day that my balls aren’t permanently blue.”

You throw your head back, trying to hold back the laugh fighting its way past your lips because sometimes you don’t want him to know how funny you actually think he is. He’s smiling when you look back at him though, like he knows. 

He definitely knows.

Changing the subject is the only escape right now. “Will you just open the bottle, please?”

He does, aiming it out towards the ocean and with one final twist, it pops open, the cork shooting out across the terrace.  

“See?! That’s why I don’t like opening them!”

“Hey, no one lost an eye, so I see this as an absolute win.” He fills the two flutes before shoving the bottle back in its ice bath. He hands you a drink before grabbing his own. 

You extend your arm to him. “Cheers,” you offer and clink his glass to yours.

“Cheers.”

The champagne is sweet and flavorful, bubbly against your tongue. It’s going to go straight to your head. 

Tom settles back into his seat, groaning softly as he moves so the jets press at different areas of his back. “Alright, rehearsal dinner tomorrow, who do I have to look out for?”

You take another sip of your drink. “Everyone.” 

He laughs.

“You think I’m kidding!”

“Oh c’mon, I don’t have to worry about your parents. And Ava and Alex love me. So that's four down.”

“They were just the pawns, the big guns come out tomorrow.” You straighten up, rolling your shoulders and making a show of it, Tom just rolls his eyes. “Alright, we’ll start at the top with Grandma Ruth, Nana. She’s very religious, I’m pretty sure I’m sinning in her eyes because I’m not married yet so she’ll love you. But she’s a pistol. And I’m sure she’ll have Peanut with her.”

Tom pushes his lips together, brow bunching, “Peanut?”

“Her Yorkie.”

His eyebrows raise, eyes going soft. “She has a dog?”

“Satan reincarnated as a three pound dog, don’t let the name fool you.”

He laughs. “Nah, c’mon, how bad can a three pound puppy be?”

“Fine, don’t believe me. But don’t come crying to me when she tries to bite your fingers off.”

Tom just shakes his head, “Alright, Nana Ruth and Peanut, check. Next?”

“Aunt Brigitte and Uncle Joe. They’re the worst and you may not believe me now, but it’s the truth. They’re way more invested in my love life than their own, which is why they’re always throwing snide remarks at each other but also everyone else. She’ll make comments like oh your face is so much fuller now, well at least you won’t get wrinkles as easily when you get older or my dear, you haven’t missed a meal have you? or my favorite well if you weren’t so opinionated you’d probably have a boyfriend by now. And Joe is just an idiot.”

Tom contemplates for a moment, “So should I just punch her?”

You snort, taking a long swig of your drink. He continues, “Because I can, should I defend your honor?”

You have to put your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from spitting champagne across the hot tub. You look over at him and he looks so proud, grinning from ear to ear, he can’t even stop smiling while he takes a drink. 

“Thanks, Sir Holland, but I think I’ll be okay.”

He shrugs, “Well, just know my services have been offered.” 

“Duly noted. Alright, next is my cousin Vinny.” 

And he spits out his champagne, not even trying to cover it like you had, spraying it across the jacuzzi and you start laughing. 

“You have a cousin Vinny? You’re not shitting me?”

You laugh harder. “I’m not shitting you.” 

“Oh my god, can we get drunk with your cousin Vinny? Is he a lawyer?”

“He’s a mechanic, he’d probably be a more successful lawyer than Joe Pesci though. But we can definitely get drunk with him, he’s a good one in the bunch. Doesn’t really give a fuck about anything, which is part of the reason why he’s the best.”

“Cool, so I don’t have to avoid Cousin Vinny.”

“His mum, my aunt Maya, is just as cool as he is. She’s been divorced since Vinny was little, raised him on her own. Nana always gives her a hard time about being single, like she does to me, so Maya’s always been in my corner.”

“I like Maya already,” he mentions, smiling at you, “Wait, so who’s the eccentric uncle? The one I can only talk to about football?”

“Louis. Honestly, you can talk to him about anything except politics. I think my dad would kill me if I didn’t warn you about him. They don’t get along at all. Louis hasn’t been able to hold down a job for over thirty years and it’s mainly because he’s lazy. And my dad has worked really hard for everything he has, everything he’s been able to do for my mum and me. Hence why they don’t jive.”

“Yeah, that makes sense.”

You twist your lips, spinning the champagne flute in your hands. “But... I think that’s everyone? At least the ones that come with warning labels.”

He chuckles, finishing off his glass and reaching back for the bottle. “Well, good, I feel prepared to defend you in battle now.”

You shake your head, handing him your glass so he can fill it up again, too. “Alright, enough of the defending my honor business. You’re more of a partner in crime.”

He hums, giving you your glass back and burying the bottle back in the ice bucket. “I like the sound of that.”

You glance over at him, watching as he rests back into his seat. The sun has fully set and the sky is dark now, but the soft yellow hues from the lights in the room shine out and span across his face, his neck, the top of his chest. Your eyes travel along his cheekbones, down to the cut of his jawline. His eyes slip close and you take the opportunity to steal more glances. 

Moving along the bump of his collarbones, the bulge of his biceps, his bare chest, he really is beautiful. You think about saying it out loud for a moment, but bite your tongue, worried it would sound weird or that you’d make him uncomfortable. You settle back against the jets instead. 

“How’s work going?” you ask instead, forcing your mind off of that previous thought. “I feel like we haven’t talked about your life much in the past few weeks because of the current dumpster fire I’m living in.”

He opens his eyes, looking over to you, “I think you’re getting by just fine, besides you’ve got me, and I carry a big hose. I’ll put that fire out in no time.”

There’s no stopping the laugh this time, “Oh my god,” you bury your head in your hands. “You’re ridiculous.” 

For a moment, he looks like he’s going to say something, but presses his lips together, suppressing a smile and taking a sip of his drink. “Work is good, it’s always good.” And you know he’s telling the truth, he absolutely loves his job. He works for a nonprofit, a construction company that builds houses for people in need. People whose lives have been turned upside down. He gets to make a difference, and you know there’s a deep sense of gratification he gets from it. 

“We’re working on a house right now for a man that was involved in a car accident, a drunk driver hit him and paralyzed him from the waist down. He’s in a wheelchair now but his current house, he couldn’t get anywhere or do anything.” 

He goes silent for a moment. “I can’t imagine what that would be like.” He turns to you, eyes soft and you set your glass down on the cart, reaching out to take his hand. He squeezes yours in return. “Like your home is supposed to be a safe place, a place that you go to just — be. And this man’s home... suddenly it’s like he’s trapped there, unable to do everything that was so mundane and easy before.” 

He sees a lot of people like this, people so desperately in need but you know they can only do so much. You’ve seen first hand how difficult it is for him. 

They don’t have endless supplies, endless people, endless hours. They can’t help everyone. People are turned away by their selection committee, or moreover, the selection committee picks who they do help. But Tom can’t stop himself from getting attached to the applications he reads, how much he wishes he could do more. He hates the selection process, but knows it’s a necessary evil. 

“And you’re helping him,” you encourage, reminding of the good in his job, the best part. “You’re helping change that man’s life in such a positive way.” 

“Yeah,” he agrees, a soft tone to his voice. He drops his gaze, watching the water swirl around in front of him. “Anyway, my part with that house is done. They’re moving him in this weekend, I think. T said he has the next ones lined up, so I’ll dive into those when we get home.”

You smile, you want to tell him how proud you are of him, but would that be out of place? You smile at him instead. “You’re doing good things, Tom, you’re a good person.”

He returns your smile, eyes twinkling as he looks up at you again. They’re bright, even in the darkness, twinkling under your praise before he bites his lip, shy. “Thank you.”

“Alright.” He rolls his shoulders, demeanor changing as he downs the rest of his glass. You can see the glimmer in his eyes, he’s got something in mind. He sets the empty flute on the cart, noting your glass, and how it’s not empty. “Well, first I need you to finish that,” and he points towards your drink.

You raise your eyebrows, but grab the flute nonetheless. “Bossy.”

He puts his hands up. “Hey, you’re the one who wanted to get drunk in this hot tub, I’m just making sure that happens.”

You finish off your glass with a lick of your lips, setting it next to his. “Okay, what’s nex—” and you cut yourself off as he gets out of the jaccuzi. “Where are you going?”

“I’ll be right back,” he calls over his shoulder. You merely roll your eyes, but there’s a hint of a smile on your lips. You busy yourself filling up your glasses, he was right, you did plan on getting drunk tonight and although you were getting there, you weren’t there yet. 

He comes back as you set the now full glasses on the cart. And he’s got… an empty plastic water bottle? He climbs back in the tub, raising his eyebrows at you quickly, clearly excited. 

“What's with the trash?”

“Now, love, give it a chance.” He reaches over, fiddling with the dials until the jets stop. The water swirls softly, and the bubbles disappear. “We’re gonna play a game.”

You grin. “Awesome. I like games.” 

He nods. “I know. Okay, so the goal of this game is to avoid the water bottle touching you, but trying to get it to touch the other person. You can’t use your hands, though. And the bottle can’t touch any part of your body or the other person gets a point. First one to 5 wins,” he explains, letting the bottle go, watching as it floats around the tub. You’re watching him instead.

“Can I use my legs? Or my feet?” you ask. “To like, make it move?”

“You can use any part of your body, just not your arms or hands. Oh, blowing is acceptable and encouraged.” And you can tell he’s trying to get you to laugh again. But the champagne is going to your head, and now you want to be the one throwing dirty remarks his way. 

“Oh Tommy, you opened a door for me. I’m very good at blowing.” He doesn’t laugh, just bites his lip and if it weren’t so dark out, you’re certain you’d be able to see the blush sitting heavy on his cheeks. 

He clears his throat. “Then, I guess I’m in trouble.” 

You simply wiggle your eyebrows. You twist your hands together in front of your body, gripping onto your fingers in hopes of keeping yourself from breaking the rules. Tom does the same, the crease between his pecs becoming more defined. You consider how your cleavage in turn must look to him, but consider any mode of distraction a welcome advantage. He’s only human after all, and you’ve got great tits. 

A rush of self-satisfaction washes over you when you watch his eyes flicker down to your chest. Your mind, hazy with champagne, wants to comment on it, wants to let him know he’s been caught, but as you’re about to, he locks eyes with you. 

“That’s not fair,” he whispers, voice breathy. 

You simply smirk, “I’m just keeping my hands occupied so I don’t cheat. Now, ready when you are, Tommy.” And you wonder if he likes the nickname. He never comments on it, and his body language doesn’t suggest he dislikes it, but you’d like to know all the same. 

“We’ll start with the jets off, let you get comfortable,” he continues, counting down from three and you move to the edge of your seat, counting down with him. 

On one, you both move forward, creating small waves that crash into each other and send the bottle off to the right. You stand, walking through the water to follow it, leaning over to get closer to the bottle so you can move it with your breath. Tom angles away, pressing his back into the side of the tub so he can bring his feet up to kick underneath it but it moves towards him, not away. You keep following, keep blowing, getting into his space, but your feet tangle together with his. You stumble, falling forward and your hands automatically reach out to brace yourself. 

Your palms splay out across the middle of his thighs, but your fall was enough to push the bottle forward and it bumps against his chest. You raise your head, smiling victoriously. “Gotcha.”

He huffs, laughing like he’s out of breath. “Fuck.”

You grab the bottle and step away from him, moving back to your seat. You reach over and grab your drink, taking a long swig and he follows suit, downing a good portion of his drink as well. 

You set the flute back down, looking over at him “Ready for round two?”

He licks his lips, moving toward the edge of his seat. “The question is, are you? I was being nice the first round.”

You smirk. “Bring it on, Holland.” 

You count down again, hands grasped together, but he doesn’t follow your lead this time. His arms hang loose at his sides and there’s a devilish smirk on his face. You both say one and as you move toward the bottle, he moves around it, coming to you. He reaches for you, fingers wrapping around your elbow and pulling you into him. Something that can only be described as a squeak leaves your lips, and you untangle your hands to try and get him off you. He’s too quick, though. In the blink of an eye, he’s got his arms secured tightly around your waist, your back pressed tightly to his chest and he’s moving you toward the bottle like you weigh nothing. 

You reach your hands out but freeze, remembering you can’t use them, so you push back against him to get leverage to get your feet up and kick at the bottle to try and move it away from you. But he’s strong, muscles solid and defined from his job in construction, and he’s got complete control over your positioning. Which means it’s not difficult for him to get you cornered with the bottle trapped between your body and the edge of the tub. 

You lock your arms against the side, bracing yourself just far enough away that you’re not touching the bottle, not yet. He’s firm against your back, you can’t move, but neither can he. If his grip loosens, you can slide out and away. The water sloshes with your movement, but it starts stilling as you find yourselves in a stalemate. The bottle rocks gently and you can feel Tom’s jaw on your shoulder. He’s looking down your body, watching the bottle float of its own accord. 

“This has to be cheating,” you say, teeth clenched. 

He laughs, chest rumbling against your shoulder blades. “Nah, the only rule was that you couldn’t use your hands or arms to move the bottle,” he says slyly. “I can do whatever I want with them as long as I’m not touching that bottle.”

His fingers dig into your sides to emphasize his point and there’s a deep swoop low in your stomach. Your eyes flutter for a moment before you force them back open, glancing down and trying your best to ignore the feeling of his arms wrapped around you, of his chest pressed along your spine. The weight of his breath ghosting over your shoulder. You swallow harshly to keep focused on the game. 

The bottle floats towards your stomach and you instinctively push back to get away from it. But pushing away from the bottle means pushing closer to Tom. You feel him, just for a moment, and you’re almost not sure you felt what you think you felt. But he sucks in a sharp breath through his nose and his grip loosens around your waist, and that’s all the confirmation you need. 

You slide out of his grip easily and with a well placed flick of your foot, the water bottle bounces forward and knocks against his arm. He tries to laugh, sinking down so the water sloshes up against his collarbones. 

“Beginner's luck,” he shrugs, but there’s a new tone in his voice. 

“Well, you were more than a little distracted, I’d say.” 

He shrugs, trying to play it cool, but he’s avoiding looking at you directly and his cheeks are so red you can see his blush clearly when he turns towards the lights coming from the room. “I’m 23 and I’ve got a pretty girl pressed up against me. If anything, I mean, it’s your fault.”

And you chuckle. “If I remember correctly, you grabbed me, so you did this to yourself, sweetheart.”

He doesn’t have a smart remark, and he still can’t meet your gaze. “C’mon, it’s probably time we go to bed anyway,” you comment, giving him an escape. 

He nods, “Yeah, big day tomorrow.” But he makes no effort to move with you as you get out. You grab the towels, wrapping one around yourself and he starts to wade over to you. 

“Okay if I shower first?”

He looks relieved, taking the towel you offer him. “Yeah, course, go for it. I’ll clean up out here,” he says, gesturing to the champagne. 

You disappear inside, digging through your bag to grab a baggy shirt and sleep shorts. You close the door to the bathroom, setting your clothes on the counter. Your cheeks feel hot and you can still feel the ghost of his chest pressed against your back. You shake your head to try to clear it and step into the shower, turning the dial down so that the water runs cool. 

You try not to take too long, knowing that he’ll want to shower before bed as well and there’s another weird swoop in your stomach thinking about him naked in the very spot you’re standing. You groan, throwing your head back and stepping further under the water, letting the stream wash over your face.

You dry off and get ready for bed, trying to tidy up a little so the bathroom isn’t a complete disaster when he comes in. You look at yourself in the mirror for a moment, trying to straighten your shirt. But then you glance up, catching your own eyes and you scowl. You were going to bed for fuck’s sake, it shouldn’t matter what you look like. It didn’t matter. You huff, turning on your heel, and pushing the door open.

Tom’s sitting in the chair near the bed, towel beneath his butt, nose in his phone… still shirtless. He looks up when he hears the door and he smiles at you, locking his phone and setting it on the nightstand. 

“You still had a little bit of champagne in your glass,” he begins, standing up and walking over to the dresser where your glasses sit, there’s still a little bit left in his flute too. The bucket sits next to them, the bottle nestled carefully within it. “I didn’t know if you wanted it or not.” 

You grin, walking over to him and taking the glass he offers you. “Yeah, can’t let something this good go to waste.”

He grabs his glass, clinking it with yours. “I couldn’t agree more.” And his eyes sparkle like the champagne on your tongue. 

Soon after, he grabs some clothes and heads into the bathroom. You debate for a moment on pulling the drapes closed, but the thought of the sun shining out across the sea in the morning is a view you absolutely want to wake up to. That’ll require an early morning, but then again, how often are you going to be in Greece to watch the sunrise over the Aegean? 

An early morning it is. 

You turn the lights off by the door, leaving only the lamps on the nightstands on. One jiggle of the handle confirms he's already locked the doors. His phone is plugged in and charging on the right side of the bed so you take the left, plugging in your phone as well before pulling the cord and turning off your light. You pull back the covers, crawling in and as your knees touch the mattress, the exhaustion of the day washes over you. The fact that you were hungover in London this morning feels like days ago, not mere hours. 

You groan loudly as you lay down, stretching out under the blankets and letting yourself sink deeper into the bed. 

There’s a small chuckle, and you whip your head up to the noise. Tom is leaning against the door frame of the bathroom, shirtless, baggy shorts hung low on his hips and it’s an involuntary reaction when your tongue pokes out to wet your lips.

“Should I give you some privacy?” he teases, a smug look settling on his features. 

You roll your eyes, dropping your head back down into the pillow, “I didn’t realize how long of a day this has been until I laid down. And this bed is heavenly.”

He flicks the light in the bathroom off and shuffles over to the bed, pulling the blankets back and crawling in next to you. He leans back, turning his lamp off as well, casting the room in darkness. There’s a soft glow from the sliver of moon in the sky. It’s faint though, you hadn’t even noticed it when you were outside. 

He nestles down onto his side so he can look at you. Your eyes adjust after a moment and you find his gaze easily. 

“Not a bad day overall, though...” he muses, the question in his voice is obvious. 

You turn to him, rolling onto your side so you can face him properly. “Way better than I was anticipating, in large part thanks to you.” 

He smiles, genuine, and you can imagine it reaching his eyes. “I’m just glad I could be here for you.” His hand stretches out across the mattress, you feel it before seeing it because the comforter shifts with the movement. His fingers find yours within seconds, and you thread them together.  

You hum at the comforting feeling, letting your body continue to relax. “I’m glad you were as well,” you murmur, voice soft. 

He squeezes your hand, thumb brushing across your knuckles. “Goodnight, darling.”

“Goodnight, Tommy.”

When you wake up in the morning, his hand is still touching yours.

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[emospritelet]

Heatstroke - chapter 6

Let’s pretend the lake is clean and in no way full of leeches...

[AO3]

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The events of Saturday evening had left Gold conflicted. Throwing a drink over Lacey had initially made him feel a sort of smug satisfaction, but on the journey home he began to experience a twinge of regret. He rarely lost his composure, even in the face of extreme provocation, and he was uncomfortable with the idea of someone getting under his skin so much that it caused him to act out of character. Ordinarily he would have returned home and drunk a couple of whiskies while reading a good book, but instead he packed an overnight bag, along with a few food items, and drove out to the cabin that he owned in the midst of the woods. A night away from Storybrooke, and the memories of recent awkward interactions, would be welcome.

The cabin was as cool and restful as always, and he made himself a small meal of bread, cheese and sliced apples, eaten with a glass of cold white wine out on the back porch overlooking the lake. Insects buzzed in the air, but the citronella candles kept them away from him for the most part. Gold took a sip of wine, thinking over his altercation in the bar.

Knowing the young woman’s first name made it easy to make some enquiries into her identity, and he had made one or two phone calls while he sat there, and done a couple of online searches until he had some answers. Her name was Lacey French, she was twenty-six, and she had moved to Storybrooke from New York to take up a journalist post with the Storybrooke Mirror. Quite why she wanted to pursue journalism in a small town rather than the city was unclear, and Gold had learned to be suspicious of anomalies. His wealth and power had made him enemies, and while he knew that everything he did was entirely legal—one of the reasons he had so little patience with those that failed to honour their agreements—that didn’t stop people looking for something that wasn’t there. She didn’t appear to be poking her nose in anywhere it didn’t belong so far, though. Unless you counted his back garden.

He set down his glass, using his forefinger to pick up crumbs of cheese and eat them. Whatever the reason Miss French was in Storybrooke, it was probably nothing to do with him. He just needed to ignore her as best he could, and hope she ignored him in turn. The last thing he needed was to lose his head over a beautiful woman.

Gold blinked, straightening up, his heart thumping. Where the hell did that thought come from? Okay, she’s beautiful, anyone can see that - anyone who isn’t blind, anyway - but she’s a bloody disaster! I am absolutely not losing my head over her! I’m not losing anything! Except maybe my dignity.

He shook his head, pushing the plate away and drinking the last of his wine. Time to go to bed before his imagination really got him in trouble.

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Sunday was Gold’s day to unwind. It was the one day he kept the shop closed, and used the time to catch up on jobs in the house, or to read and relax. The previous Sunday, he had decided to sunbathe in the garden, but given how that had ended, he was pleased that he had chosen to come to the cabin. It was a welcome retreat into nature and solitude, and waking up to the sound of birdsong and the whisper of leaves was soothing to a mind that was constantly thinking and planning and fretting. He threw back the covers, walking through to the kitchen and putting on a pot of coffee. The early morning sunshine was already sending dappled light through the trees, and he left the coffee brewing, walking out onto the back porch and breathing deeply. The air was beginning to lose the chill of the night, and Gold looked out over the lake that lapped at the wooden decking at the foot of the steps. It was cool and tranquil, and looked inviting, so he went inside to grab a towel, taking off the loose pants he slept in and walking naked to the back door and down to the lake

Cold water was an invigorating shock to warm skin, and his head burst through the surface, tendrils of weed stroking his shoulders like a lover’s caress. Gold swam across the lake and back in long, slow strokes, enjoying the weightlessness of his body in the water, his leg relieved of the pain of standing. A dip in the lake, followed by a hot shower and a pot of good coffee. It was a good way to start the day.

After a few lengths he swam back to the deck and climbed out of the lake, water pouring off his body and his skin tingling from the chill. The wooden boards of the deck felt warm in comparison, and he grasped the towel and drew up his knees, drying himself off quickly before towelling his hair. Dappled sunlight provided a little warmth, and he grabbed the cane and pushed to his feet, looking out over the lake again and enjoying the feel of the light breeze against his naked skin. He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply and drawing the clean scent of the forest into his lungs, and felt a sense of peace steal over him.

“Oh my God!”

Gold’s eyes flew open, and he almost stumbled and fell before he found his balance, his hand getting a death grip on the cane handle. Across the lake, staring at him incredulously, was the lithe figure of Lacey French. She was dressed in a pair of purple running tights and a matching crop top, her hair tied up on her head and her chest heaving with either exertion or outrage. Possibly both.

“I don’t fucking believe this!” she announced, gesturing at him.

“What are you doing?” he snapped, and she put her hands on her hips.

“Duh? I’m running?” She flapped her hands up and down herself before pointing an accusing finger at him. “Why are you naked? Again!”

“Why are you here?” he demanded, jabbing a finger at his feet.

“You do realise there’s a trail here, right?” she said, and wrinkled her nose at him. “Are you gonna cover up, or what?”

Gold had been thinking about wrapping the towel around himself, but at her words he clenched his jaw and met her eyes insolently, leaning on the cane a little harder and letting his hip swing outward. The movement made his cock bounce.

“Oh, man!” Lacey shielded her eyes with a hand and turned away. “I don’t believe this…”

“Why don’t you just keep running, then?” he said waspishly. “I fail to see why I should be inconvenienced on my own property. Again!” 

He mimicked her affronted tone, head wobbling from side to side. Lacey turned back to face him, hands going to hips. He watched her eyes flick briefly to his groin and back up.

“Look, Gold, I just went into your damn garden to get my cat back!” she said hotly. “I didn’t know I lived next door to a bloody naturist!”

“So you just thought you’d throw a gin and tonic at my crotch, did you?” he snapped, hand flicking outwards.

“Oh my God, for the last time, it was the cat!” she shouted. “It wasn’t me! He was sitting on the table next to you and he knocked the glass off! I tried to get to him before he could do it but I was too slow! Be mad at me for that if you have to be, but he was the one that threw a drink at your balls, not me!”

Gold had opened his mouth to say something cutting, but closed it again. Oh.

“And the second time, when I did throw a drink at you, you kind of deserved it!” she added, and he found his voice again, feeling himself swell with indignation.

“For fuck’s sake, woman, I didn’t steal your underwear!” he snapped. “I told you!”

She gave him a withering look.

“You expect me to believe my cat went on - on a campaign of taking you my panties?” 

“Well, it wasn’t bloody me!” he growled, and she tossed her head.

“Whatever. I’m out of here. Try to stop exposing yourself every five minutes, would you?”

She ran on, buttocks clenching pleasantly, and Gold glared after her.

“I’ll expose myself as often as I like on my own bloody property!” he shouted.

She didn’t look back, and he felt his nostrils flare, fists clenching. Well. Peace shattered.

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Running with a hangover was a bad idea at the best of times, and coming across her neighbour stark naked didn't help. Still, he had provided an interesting distraction, and by the time Lacey had settled back into her run she could stop being indignant and start to see the funny side of her encounter in the woods. So much so that as she left the trails and joined the road into Storybrooke, she had to stop, doubling over and giggling madly. Wow, I almost feel sorry for the guy. If you can’t get your cock out on your own back porch, where can you?

She was still grinning to herself when she got back to the house, and she went to shower and dress before making herself eggs on toast and coffee and carrying it outside. She ate quickly, hungry from her run, and pushed the plate away before reaching for her coffee. The morning was pleasantly warm, and she thought it would be a hot day. It was fortunate she had gotten out of the door for her run early. In some respects.

Darcy was sunning himself on the grass, black fur tinged with reddish brown in the sunlight. Lacey glanced towards the drying rack where her latest load of laundry was hanging, reminding herself to check it was dry before she went back inside. She took a sip of coffee, enjoying the bitter taste that was mellowed by the cream and sugar she had added. Darcy looked up, catching her eye and getting to his feet before stretching and yawning, his tail curling over. He sauntered towards her, tail in the air, and stopped to sniff at the clean laundry hanging on the rack. Lacey took another sip of coffee. She was watching Darcy with half an eye as she mused over her plans for the day. The kitchen floor needed mopping, and she could unpack the rest of her things that were still in boxes, but other than that her time was her own. 

Her attention was caught by Darcy tugging at something, and glanced around, putting down her cup. Her eyes widened as he dragged a pair of coral-coloured lace panties from the rack and trotted off down the garden with them. Lacey bounced out of her chair.

“Hey!” she shouted, heading down the porch steps, and Darcy ran faster. 

She put on a burst of speed, but he squeezed through the hole in the fence before she could catch him. Swearing under her breath, Lacey ran around to the front of the house and through to the back garden. At least it was unlikely that Gold would be back anytime soon. She couldn’t see Darcy, and she looked around in vain, hands opening and closing, before a click from behind her made her turn. There was a cat flap in the kitchen door, and Darcy was sitting just outside it, watching her with his tail curled around his feet. There were no panties to be seen, and Lacey threw up her hands.

“You’re killing me!” she complained. “So it was you! And you just let me make a total idiot of myself accusing Mr Gold!”

Darcy bent his head to lick a forepaw, wholly unconcerned, and Lacey sighed.

“Great. So there’s a pair of panties in his house now, is there?” she said. “Well. I guess I’ll have to find some way to apologise. I don’t believe this!”

She scooped up Darcy and stomped off, listening to him purring contentedly against her chest. Anyone would think the little bugger planned this whole thing to embarrass me.

[ddaengyoonmin]

BTS Friends To Lovers Series (Jungkook)

Pairing: Swimmer!Jungkook x Swimmer! Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: Cheating, Fingering, Nipple play, Praise kink, unprotected sex, outdoor sex

a/n: I included another member in this and we are just going to assume that they are the same age as Jungkook and the reader for this fic. 

Song Inspo: Swim- Chase Atlantic;  Youth Water- Manila grey

Word Count: 8k (Wow yikes so much for these being drabbles lmao)

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Weightlessness, the cold water holding your body up.  Nothing else matters but this, your mind completely focused on pushing your muscles to their limit, to victory.  Your arms moving with purpose, propelling you towards the touch pad, you are staring up at the bright lights on the ceiling through the water droplets splashing onto your goggles.  Red flags that hang over the pool now come into your view and you know what that means, you are only a few arm lengths away from the finish.  You use every last bit of your strength and glide with an outstretched arm, reaching your destination.  

As soon as your hand hits you instantly tear off your goggles and whip your head around to the screen high on the wall to your right.  Adrenaline flooding through your body. 

1: Y/L/N 00:57.96

Your face lit up instantly and you pumped a fist into the air, you grabbed on to the bars under the starting block and pulled yourself out of the pool, speed walking over to your team who were cheering and hugging you. 

“I broke a minute!” you squealed “Oh my god I can’t believe it” 

You’d been aiming for breaking a minute in your 100 yard backstroke your entire high school experience.  Now finally at 18 and a senior only a few weeks away from graduating, you’d finally done it and by way more than you thought you could.  You were so proud of your hard work paying off

Your spring team coach shot you a thumbs up and a wide grin from the other side of the pool. 

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After the meet was over your coach pulled you aside with an excited look on her face, putting a letter into your hand. 

“There was a scout here from Bangtan University, and they think you have potential.  They are inviting you to a summer swim training camp for incoming freshmen and if you can get to 55.0 by the end of summer you’d get a full ride scholarship.  Even if you don’t make the time, they want you on the team and are offering a pretty nice scholarship” she clapped her hands together. 

You clapped a hand over your mouth

 “Seriously?” 

You hadn’t thought that you were anything that amazing, you weren’t the best swimmer on the team overall but you couldn’t argue, that backstroke time you’d just swam was quite impressive.  If this team saw potential in you, you weren’t going to pass up the opportunity to prove yourself. 

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You had pulled into the parking lot of the university’s athletic center, many others were pulling in and walking over to the pool doors.  You felt so much excitement and nervousness at meeting your new teammates. 

You noticed that there were also men that were in the crowd of swimmers making their way to the pool doors, you hadn’t realized this was going to be a co-ed training.  You’d only swam with your girls from high school and it was the same team since you were in elementary school.  One of your best friends had also been offered a place on a college team, but to a different school.  You were going to miss her a lot, but you’d still get to see each other occasionally, and you were excited for this new adventure.   

You grabbed your bag that held your towel and gear and followed the crowd to the pool. 

After getting changed and admiring the incredible size of the facility you walked out to the pool where you could see the rest of the team gathered around a white board waiting for the coach to give further instruction. 

You found an open space to sit down on the floor next to a blonde tall man with broad shoulders, the perfect figure for a swimmer, you wondered if he did butterfly.  His shape and muscles seem to be very fitting for that stroke.  He was shirtless and you had to try to not make things awkward by staring at him or any of the other shirtless men scattered among the swimmers here. 

The man turned to you and extended a hand for you to shake.  

“I’m Jin” he smiled at you. 

You shook his hand and returned his friendly smile “y/n” 

The coach now started a speech introducing himself to the group and talking about the types of things that would take place here at the training camp, you’d get to compete against other colleges in practice meets and you’d be doing many time trials throughout the summer to see how you were improving. 

As the coach was starting to explain the workout for the day, the sound of a door slamming loudly from the direction of the locker rooms. 

A tall man with gorgeous jet black hair walked out from the men's locker room.  He was wearing the same tight fitting speedo that most all the other men were wearing and was wearing a white warm-up jacket that had a blue stripe down the side.  You let your eyes linger on how it was completely unzipped and exposing his extremely sculpted and muscular chest.  

“Ah Mr. Jeon.” the coach glared. “Thanks for gracing us with your presence today.” 

You half expected the coach to yell at the man and tell him to get out.  Showing up to your first day of practice was quite rude and didn’t really show good commitment to the team in your opinion.  

The man just silently stood back behind the rest of the team with his arms crossed, nodding for the coach to continue.  He was quite cocky you thought.  He must be really good to be able to get away with an attitude like that.  And as rude as it was, you also found it slightly amusing. 

The rest of practice went well, you work your hardest and tried to prove yourself, you ended up becoming the lane leader for your lane and were quite proud of that.  

There were eight lanes and it was split up by your times,  the fastest swimmers all in lane eight and the slowest in lane one.  You had surprisingly landed yourself in lane three which had surprised you, you weren’t the worst, and that was something!  

That cocky man Mr. Jeon had ended up in lane eight, and you noticed he was lane leader at that.  You were right, he had the speed to back up his cocky attitude.  The tall blonde named Jin was also in lane eight right behind him, so he must be the second best swimmer on your team. 

After practice was over you decided to step out of your comfort zone and approach him. 

He was pulling himself out of the pool to sit on the edge, pushing his wet strands of hair out of his face and breathing heavily from the workout. 

“Hey” you said with an awkward wave. 

He glanced up at you, raising an eyebrow wondering what you might want from him. 

“I-I just... wanted to say, I s-saw you swim and, y-you did a really good job, I mean, you swim well.  Your stroke is p-pretty, I mean pretty good.” Fuck why were you being so fucking awkward.  You weren’t very good at making new friends, but something in you just really wanted to get to know this man, and hoped that maybe he could help you improve on your times so that you could get that scholarship. 

He chuckled at your bumbling around. 

“Ah, Thank you” he stood and started to walk away. 

“What's your stroke!” you yelled after him.  

He turned and smiled “Freestyle.” he said simply, starting to walk away again.  He probably thinks you’re a complete weirdo but swimmers were always hungry, so...here goes nothing…

“Wanna grab some dinner?” 

He spun around again.  “Uh,” he thought for a moment “Yeah sure, why not.  Meet me outside the doors after we get changed, did you have something in mind?” 

Shit, you had nothing in mind.  “I was thinking pasta?” 

He put a hand to his chin in thought, “Okay, I know a good place.” 

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You followed in your car behind Jungkook’s car to the place he had suggested for the two of you to eat and then got a booth seat at the restaurant, sitting across from each other. 

Jungkook ordered a big glass of milk and you chuckled a bit at that.  

“Good for the muscles” He shrugged cutely with a smirk. 

“So how long have you been swimming?” you asked, trying to make some small talk and swimming was basically your only conversation point even with your non swimmer friends. 

“My whole life pretty much”

“Yeah me too! I took one year off where I tried track but, I discovered I’m more of a water creature” you laughed.

Jungkook stared at you, narrowing his eyes.  You thought you must’ve been being awkward or offended him somehow without realizing it. 

“I feel like I’ve seen you before…” Jungkook says. 

Oh. 

“Um, not sure…” you didn’t quite know what to say. 

“4th grade! Summer swim team!” he exclaims.  “y/n y/l/n right?” 

Oh my god, you had actually done a co-ed swim team once when you were younger at a pool your family had a membership to.  You had totally forgotten about that. 

“Jeon...Jungkook!?” it suddenly clicked.  “Holy shit, yes, I remember you” 

He grinned and took a large drink of his milk leaving an adorable milk mustache on his upper lip. 

The two of you talked for the rest of the meal reminiscing on your memories of the team you were on together.  He had changed so much from the skinny dorky boy you’d known.  He was a man now and had grown up well. 

Suddenly he stopped mid conversation as his phone rang, he put up a finger and mouthed a sorry.  

“Hey hon” he answered. “Yeah-” he nodded “Okay I’ll be there soon, Just finishing up a meal with an old friend I reconnected with today…” he paused as the voice on the other end of the line said something “Yep, see you soon babe, love ya” he clicked the button to hangup. 

“Girlfriend?” you asked, slightly jealous for reasons you couldn’t quite understand, it’s not like you had any place to feel that way. You’d only just re-met him today, and he was an attractive man, of course he had a girlfriend. 

“Yep, I gotta hurry up and get going, she’s had a rough day at work” 

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The next couple weeks you went to practice every day besides Sunday and each day you and Jungkook would end up hanging out for a bit after. Sometimes going out to eat, and sometimes you’d stay late for him to help give you some tips on your swimming form.  You were happy to have made a friend like him.  You feel like you’d already improved so much. 

Today was the first practice meet you were going to have with another school and It was a home meet.  You were nervous but also couldn’t wait to see how much you’d improved.  

Right before you were about to enter the locker room to get changed Jungkook yelled out your name and motioned for you to come over to where he stood.   He was next to a skinny, curly haired blonde woman with glasses, she was dressed all in pink, tiny hot pink shorts, a tiny baby pink crop top that exposed her tanned stomach, and a pink headband holding back her perfect hair. 

“Y/n this is my girlfriend Missy” Jungkook motioned towards the girl.

You tried to give your friendliest smile and extended your hand out to the girl.  She didn’t return your gesture and instead rolled her big blue eyes slightly and looked you up and down while blowing a big bubble from the gum she was chewing loudly.  When it popped she turned to Jungkook

 “Kookieee, I don’t wanna wait in the stands for you, it’s way too hot up there.  Can’t I just be with you in the pool area” She spoke in a ditzy voice while she pouted, crossing her arms and pushing her perfect perky breasts up as she did, almost as if she was trying to use them to convince Jungkook to cave into her. 

“Missy I told you, you aren’t allowed in the pool area during a meet, I promise it won’t be too bad up in the stands.  Do you need some money to go to concessions and buy a cold drink or something” he whispered, but it was loud enough for you to hear.  

You shifted uncomfortably, debating on whether you should just leave to go get ready for the meet now.  Jungkook’s girlfriend obviously didn’t care for meeting you, and you didn’t quite care for her at all. 

Missy groaned childishly and just put a flat palm out towards Jungkook, which had him scrambling through his pockets and pulling out his wallet to put probably five times more money than she needed in her hand for the drink.  Yet she still held her hand out until Jungkook put even more money into her hand.  Then she instantly spun around on her heels and left. 

“Nice meeting you!” you yelled after her, well aware that you were lying. 

You turned to Jungkook with wide eyes. 

“Wow.  Whipped.” you chuckled. 

He sheepishly ran a hand through his hair, “She’s actually awesome once you get to know her.” 

You shrugged, “I’ll take your word for it” though you can’t imagine anything about that girl that would end up being a redeeming quality. 

“It really does get hot up in the stands…” he tried to stand up for his girlfriend. 

You chuckled “Well you gave her enough for like twenty cold drinks so I think she’ll be fine” 

Jungkook and You went to your separate locker rooms to get ready and then out to the pool.

The meet was going extremely well, you had placed in second in the last heat of the backstroke and improved a lot on your time just in the few weeks you’d been training.  You couldn’t be happier. 

It came time for Jungkook to swim the 200 Free, you made sure to stand on the edge of the pool  with the rest of the teammates where he could see when he went to take a breath, while you cheered enthusiastically for him. 

“Go Go Goooo Jungkook!” you yelled, jumping up and down in your spot.  He was amazing, his muscular arms pulled him forward through the water so gracefully, he was at least a full body length ahead of the other swimmers in his heat.  It was incredible watching him. 

You happened to glance up into the crowd to see Missy sitting on her phone, sipping on a lemonade and texting, not even looking up from it once to see how Jungkook was doing. 

It irritated you quite a bit.  Why was she even here?  

Jungkook finished in first, no surprise.  He seemed happy with his time, a wide grin on his face while he was hopping out of the pool.

You ran over to him, both hands out for a double high five that he returned instantly.  

The rest of the meet went well.  Your college ended up winning overall which put everyone in high spirits. 

After getting dressed and exiting the locker room out to the lobby of the aquatic center you decided you wanted to at least try to extend an olive branch to Jungkook’s less than pleasant girlfriend.  You didn’t want to lose Jungkook as a friend over something as silly as not getting along with Missy. 

You found Jungkook standing in the lobby looking around. 

“Hey you!” you smiled as you approached him “Do you and Missy wanna go out for a celebratory dinner on me?” 

“That sounds awesome! I just gotta find Missy.  Did you see her come down from the stands?” he looked confused as he scanned the crowd for her. 

“I didn’t, I’ll help you look around for her” 

He nodded and the two of you walked through the crowd to try and find her.  She was nowhere to be seen and the crowd was slowly getting thinner and thinner so it should’ve made it easier to see her.  Odd. 

After about ten minutes of searching the whole crowd was gone and it was only you and Jungkook standing in the lobby. 

“Okay, y/n, I’m kind of nervous.  Where could she be?”  Jungkook's eyes were full of worry. 

“Maybe she wasn’t feeling well and went home early?” you suggested. 

“She would’ve texted me…” his brow furrowed as he checked his phone to see if maybe he had missed a message or call. 

The two of you started to walk some of the hallways of the building looking around.  

Then an odd noise hit your ears, there was some giggling coming from a storage room. 

“That sounds like...What would she be doing in here?” Jungkook gripped the door handle and swung it open. 

His eyes almost flying out of their sockets at the sight of Missy completely naked her legs wrapped around your teammate Jin. 

“What the fuck!” Jungkook screamed angrily. Causing Missy and Jin to realize for the first time that they had been walked in on. 

Missy instantly jumped off of Jin, and Jin scrambled to cover himself up. 

“Jungkook wait!” Missy squealed as Jungkook slammed the door shut on the two of them, shaking slightly while he stomped down the hall away from them.  

You followed right behind him silently, not really knowing what to say. 

“Babe wait!” suddenly Missy was sprinting down the hall after the two of you, grabbing Jungkook by the shoulder trying to turn him around to face her.  He shook her off and kept walking, trying to just make it out the doors of the building and to his car, wanting to get as far away from her as possible. 

“Jungkook, please I can explain!” Missy was sobbing. 

“Missy.  Maybe now’s not the time.” You softly spoke at her in a serious tone. 

“Sorry bitch but no one was talking to you.” Missy snapped at you. 

At that Jungkook finally spun around to face her. 

“Don’t you dare Missy.  You’re the bitch right now okay? And I never want to fucking see your face again.  So please, leave me alone, go home.” he growled. 

Missy froze on the spot, Jungkook had never spoken to her so harshly before.  You felt that she deserved even worse than just some mean words after what she’d done, but that's none of your business. 

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You drove Jungkook home, telling him it was probably not a good idea for him to drive himself due to the state of mind he was in, and he reluctantly agreed. 

You pulled up to his house and the two of you sat in silence for a moment before Jungkook spoke. 

“I was with her since eighth grade…” he choked out, covering his face with his hands as he was starting to tear up. 

You put a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.  Wishing that you had the right words. 

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Jungkook missed practice for the next two days.  You texted him asking where he was both days and each time he answered with a simple ‘don’t feel well sry’ 

When he finally returned to practice he seemed to be pushing himself even harder than he was before.  You wondered if it was hard for him to swim in the same lane as Jin.

And your curiosity was answered when you were taking a breather after a set and heard some commotion going on from lane eight. 

“What the fuck did you just say?” You heard Jungkook screaming. 

“I said, it’s not my fault your girl is a SLUT” Jins voice boomed

You looked over to see Jungkook starting to pull his fist back, he wasn’t able to land his punch before a few of the other teammates from the lane were holding him back. 

The coach ran over and tried to defuse the situation. 

“That's it. Everyone out of the water!” The coach yelled to the whole team.  You all hopped out and went to sit on the benches or the floor to wait for further instruction. 

“You two.  Up on the blocks” the coach motioned for Jin and Jungkook to comply with his orders. 

“100 Freestyle.” the coach informed them. 

The two men glared at each other and hopped on the block. 

You thought this was probably a good way to settle things without violence.  Jungkook was the fastest on the team, and freestyle wasn’t even Jin’s stroke, so it would feel good for him to beat Jin after all that went down. 

“Ready. Set…” The coach blew the whistle to signal the start. 

Jungkook dove off the block, his arms outstretched and strong as he hit the water.  

You stood up and yelled “Gooooo Jungkook!” then motioned for the rest of the team to stand and cheer.  Most of them did, all cheering for Jungkook. 

But...the cheers started to die down on the last lap.  Because...Jungkook was losing? No.  Not good. 

Jin touched the wall about a few seconds before Jungkook, a big smirk on his face as he turned to him. 

“Better luck next time buddy.” he chuckled. 

Jungkook was in shock. He...lost, he never lost…

He hopped out of the pool fuming, stomping off to the locker room, kicking a stack of kickboards and knocking them all across the pool floor on his way in. 

You covered your mouth with your hand.  Poor Jungkook.  Your heart was breaking for your friend and you had no idea what to do. 

After practice was over you were walking out to your car and noticed that Jungkook’s car was still there.  You’d thought he left but he must still be somewhere back in the building. 

You decided to go and find him, returning back to the pool area and searching around.  Everyone else including the coach had already left, so you decided you would take a chance and check the men’s locker room. 

When you entered you heard a shower running and walked towards the sound.

You found Jungkook sitting on the grey tile floor with his back against the wall, eyes closed, letting the water fall onto his face. 

“J-Jungkook, are you okay…” You said quietly. 

He jumped, and snapped his eyes open, wiping the water out of them quickly to see you better. 

“Shit y/n you scared me.” he whispered. 

“Sorry, I just saw you were still here and wanted to check on you” you explained. 

He nodded, bending his head down and letting the water fall on the back of his neck. 

“Well, I’m fine” he spoke quietly. 

You were still wearing your suit under your clothes, so you decided to take off your sweats and jacket and sit next to him in the shower. 

“This is probably not very sanitary” you laughed as you sat down. 

“The water washes the germs away” he mumbled, his head still down on his knees. 

“I’m not sure I buy that one, but I’ll let you have it” you chuckled, leaning your head towards him and resting it on his shoulder. 

“I’m really sorry Jungkook” you got more serious. 

He lifted his head a bit, turning to look at you.  “I just don’t understand what I did wrong.  I treated her like a queen, I gave her everything.” he sighed “I haven’t seen her since the meet, but I have to swim with Jin right next to me every day now.  And hes so fucking smug about it, and now on top of everything hes somehow faster than me” Jungkook spoke with his hands emphasizing his anger. 

“He’s definitely not faster than you, I think you’re off your game a bit cuz of everything that happened.” 

“Still…” Jungkook sighed “That was embarrassing and just the icing on the cake of the worst week of my life” 

He leaned his head so it was resting against yours. 

“Hmm, I might have an idea on how to cheer you up!” you grinned, lifting your head and meeting his eyes. 

He looked confused and then suddenly he seemed to form an idea of what you might have meant. 

He brought his face close to yours, and before you could tell him that wasn’t what you meant his lips had landed on your own.  He tasted like chlorine, and his lips were so soft.  As much as you enjoyed it, you pulled back quickly. 

“I-I didn’t mean.  I wasn’t trying to say that…” you stuttered out in shock that you let that happen.  He was vulnerable right now after having his heart broken, you shouldn’t take advantage of that. 

Jungkook looked mortified, “You didn’t want me...fuck.  Y/n I’m so sorry.  I’m not thinking right” he shook his head embarrassed. 

“It’s fine Jungkook” you chuckled “It was...nice actually.  I just don’t think we should, we’re friends, and you are going through something.” 

He still looked ashamed of acting on what he assumed you had wanted “So...what did you mean?” 

“I was thinking a midnight star swim?” 

Jungkooks face lit up, “Oh my god I haven’t done that in years” 

There was an outdoor pool in your town that most of the swimmers knew how to sneak into at night.  There weren’t any cameras or security, and the fence was easy to jump.  It was up on a hill and if you went on a clear night, it had the most beautiful view of the stars.  So everyone called it a star swim. 

“I’m so down for that” Jungkook nodded excitedly.  “Oh, and thanks for not being weird about…” he trailed off looking down. 

You chuckled, “Weird about what?”  you smirked knowingly. 

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It was about 11:30 when you pulled up to Jungkook’s house.  You hadn’t stopped thinking about the kiss since it happened.  At first you really had planned on brushing it off like nothing happened, but the memory of the feeling and taste of him wouldn’t stop pushing itself into the front of your mind. It was so persistent that you almost cancelled your plans with him, faking being sick or something like that.  But, he had thanked you for not making it weird, and that’s exactly what you’d be doing if you cancelled plans.  Just pretend it never happened. You told yourself.  Yet that seemed so impossible. 

Jungkook was skipping out to the car not long after you arrived.  He seemed to be in better spirits, which is exactly what this was for, you were quite relieved to see a smile on his face as he hopped into the passenger seat. 

“Sup Y/n” 

“Sup Jungkook” you chuckled

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As was usual for star swims you parked down the road from the pool and not in the parking lot so as not to be suspicious.  The two of you walked in the dark towards your destination. 

You didn’t want to use your phone’s flashlight as you walked just in case someone saw.  As common as it was, it was not in any way legal for the two of you to be going into the pool at this hour, and you were slightly nervous about getting caught. 

But, because of the lack of light you happened to trip on a dip in the road you hadn’t noticed.  You fell forward and let out a small gasp, but before you got close to hitting the ground, two strong arms wrapped around you and caught you just in time.  Jungkook pulled you up and steadied you. 

“Woah there” Jungkook whispered. 

You awkwardly stood up straight, quite embarrassed of your clumsiness. 

“Shit, thanks…” 

“Here,” Jungkook grabbed your hand “I have good night vision, I’ll guide you” 

For some reason, the small and seemingly platonic gesture of his fingers intertwined with yours made your heart skip a beat.  The kiss popped into your mind again.  

No, he's just confused because of everything that happened with his ex, you aren’t going to let yourself just be a rebound, he’s just your friend! Your mind tried to reason with your heart.  Your heart didn’t seem to want to listen, it continued to flutter as you walked hand in hand with Jungkook the rest of the way. 

When you got to the silver chain link fence Jungkook motioned for you to go first, offering to help give you a boost up.  You declined and pulled yourself up easily,

 “You forget I’m pretty strong too Kook” You winked at him as you landed on the other side. 

There was something behind the smile and soft, admiring look he gave you through the holes in the metal fence where he now stood opposite you.  Maybe your stupid heart was making something out of nothing, but something flickered over his expression, that seemed like...nah, it couldn’t be.  

He hopped over effortlessly and landed next to you.  He almost instantly pulled his white t-shirt up and over his head. 

You’d seen him shirtless so many times at practice, but being here at night, and alone with him had you feeling slightly shy.  Trying not to look his way you decided to get undressed into your suit that was under your clothes as well. 

You cursed yourself for deciding it was a good idea to wear a skimpy bright red two piece.  You thought it would be more comfortable, but, you should’ve just worn your completely unattractive practice one piece suit.  Then you wouldn’t have to notice the way Jungkook’s eyes were bugging out of his skull upon seeing your figure.  

You noticed him bite at his lower lip and gulp, not being able to tear his eyes away from you.  

“Ready to swim?” You asked, hoping to snap him out of his trance. 

He nodded, his eyes still glued to the skin right above the fabric of your bikini top. 

You decided to take his view away, jumping into the pool quickly.  

Jungkook wasn’t far behind, taking off his shorts so he was wearing only his tight workout speedo, then doing a dive into the pool. 

You swam over to the edge of the pool, resting your arms on the side and laying out on your back to stare up at the sky.  It was peaceful and calm, the dark black sky was lit up with sparkling lights, and they reflected almost like a mirror in the water of the pool.

It was one of the most beautiful sights in the world to you.  

Jungkook slowly swam over to you, not wanting to disturb the stillness of the water and break the calm glass like reflection of the stars.  It did slightly, but it almost made it more beautiful, the ripple in reflection now looked like the stars were dancing. 

You felt Jungkook’s arm rest against your own. 

“I’m not sorry that I kissed you” he whispered, almost like it wasn’t meant for you to hear.  Yet when you snapped your gaze over to him, he was looking right at you.  Staring at your lips, his eyes full of want. 

“Jungkook...You just got out of a super long relationship that ended badly.  I don’t think you’re thinking clearly” 

Jungkook sighed. “Honestly, she was so controlling and I always just did whatever she said.  I never realized how much of my life was just me following her orders until I left her.  It’s like I didn’t fully understand everything I was missing out on in life because of her.  I’m upset, mostly because I realize how much time I’ve wasted not being with someone good and kind who actually cared about me the way I care about them…” 

Your heart was beating wildly and you had to take some deep and quiet breaths, trying to not make it noticeable to Jungkook how much he was affecting you. 

“So I think I’m actually thinking more clearly than I have in quite a long time.” He smiled at you. 

“I hope you find someone who treats you right Jungkook, you deserve it” you muttered, continuing your efforts to ignore that he was now staring over your whole body hungrily.  

“Yeah…” he murmured, “They say sometimes there’s moments in life where you realize everything you’ve been searching for has been right in front of you the whole time.  I feel like maybe I…”

You suddenly jumped out of the pool, trying to stop him before he got any further with that thought. 

You ran over to the diving board and sat on the very edge, your legs dangling off the edge. 

“Um, this way...we don’t mess up the view with our movements.” You explained your awkward and sudden escape. 

Jungkook sighed and got out of the water as well.

“Why are you avoiding me y/n.  I thought you weren’t going to make things weird after the kiss” he spoke as he started to walk over to the diving board. 

“Shit. I-I’m not trying to make things weird, it's just, I don’t want you to think…It just sounds like you think that...” 

“That you’d want to kiss me again?” his hands rested on the metal bars on either side of the board.  He was now standing right at the opposite end from where you sat. You turned around to face him, your back now to the pool with your legs still dangling off the edge.

“Exactly.” 

“And you really don’t want to?” he cocked his head to the side. 

You bit your lower lip nervously, of course you wanted to again.  Look at this gorgeous man, shirtless, muscular, and he’s almost begging for it.  But, this is your friend, you couldn’t just be his rebound.  So you regrettably settled on that as your next words.

“I’m not interested in being your rebound Jungkook” you almost snapped, realizing how harsh that came out, you added in a softer, “Sorry” 

Jungkook seemed to not have lost his determination though.  He slowly walked towards where you sat.  He teased for a second like he was going to bounce the board and make you fly off.

“Don’t you dare!” you giggled. 

Jungkook smirked, when he reached only a few steps in front of you he sat down facing you and hanging his legs off of either side of the board. 

“If we hooked up, I wouldn’t think of you as a rebound…” Jungkook said quietly.

You sighed “Ugh, Jungkook, I still think it’d be a bad idea” 

“Is it because you actually like me?” he said raising one eyebrow, “And you’re thinking ‘oh if I give into him now he’ll never be serious with me,’” he said trying to mimic your voice.  

You reached out and smacked him on his arm, “My god, you are full of yourself aren’t you” 

Jungkook let out a loud laugh and scooted forward on the bench a bit closer to you, your knees were touching now. 

“But, what if I told you that I liked you.  Like... actually liked you.  At first I thought we were just good friends...but I think I’ve felt this way since that first day of practice.  So maybe I deserved getting cheated on like that.  In a way, I was cheating in my heart by liking you the way I do.” 

You really didn’t know what to say.  

“I...don’t know if it’s quite the same thing.  I’m not really any kind of relationship expert.  But, you definitely didn’t deserve what happened to you.  That’s all I know” You said then suddenly the entirety of what he said hit you.  You wanted to just toss yourself off the edge of this board, he really just said he liked you?

“You like me?” You said with your voice wavering. 

“Ah you got that part now huh?” He chuckled. 

“Jungkook are you sure…” your eyes widened as you trailed your gaze over his sinful half naked figure sitting in front of you. 

“Quit trying to fight it y/n.  Let's just live in the moment, huh?” 

Fuck.  You really were getting mentally exhausted by trying so hard to hold back your feelings.  You liked him, a lot, maybe not right away but now? Definitely. You leaned in close to him, hoping you weren’t about to ruin everything by caving in. 

Jungkook’s mouth pulled into a smile as you inched closer to him.  

“That’s my girl” he whispered, reaching a hand to the back of your neck to pull you in closer.  His lips touched yours gentle and smooth,  the kisses he pressed into you were so innocent compared to the way his eyes had been roaming you hungrily.  

You started to speed the kisses up, running a hand through his soft locks of pitch black hair.  He groaned softly into your mouth as you touched him. 

You felt an ache in your core just from these small kisses and touches, you couldn’t tell if you were wet from swimming or from your own arousal, you were deeper into your feelings for him than you’d even realized.  

Jungkook’s hands gracefully trailed down from your head to your sides, the feeling of his fingers tracing your bare skin sent a shiver throughout your body.  You whimpered slightly when his hands reached the fabric of your bikini bottoms, he reached under your ass and pulled you up from where you sat and onto his lap. 

The board bounced up and down at the movement, causing you to bounce on Jungkook’s lap.  He grunted softly at the feeling. 

You could feel the hardness of his erection through his swim shorts, and you started to roll your hips against him, enjoying the friction and pressure that you could feel on your clit through the fabric of your suit. 

If you had any doubts about whether or not you should be doing this, the feeling of his hands starting to untie the string of your suit that was resting on your neck, had washed them all away. 

Your top fell down, exposing you to him.  He inhaled sharply and shook his head.  

“I imagined this so many times.  And you just had to go and be better than any fantasy I could’ve come up with” He said breathily. 

“You’re being cheesy” you giggled. 

“I mean it though” he smiled, giving your breasts a small squeeze. Then taking each of your nipples between the tip of his thumb and index finger, pinching them lightly.

You moaned out lewdly and tossed your head back at the pleasurable feeling. 

“Fuck” you hissed. 

“You like that baby?” Jungkook smirked, already knowing the answer to that question but wanting to hear you say it.  Needing to know how it would sound to hear unending praises fall from your lips. 

“I love it Jungkook” you gasp as he pinches you again, then brought his lips to one of your breasts, trading places with his fingers and nipping at you lightly.

“How much?” he asked, his breath warm against your tits as he spoke. 

“So much, I love it so much Jungkook, you’re amazing. I want you so badly” you admitted.  

Jungkook moaned against your skin at your words. 

“Don’t feel shy to let me know you’re enjoying yourself babe.  I wanna know how good I make you feel” he whispered, pulling himself from your chest and planting sloppy kisses on your neck. 

Jungkook started to move you off of his chest and lay you back on the diving board.  It shook up and down at the two of you moving around.  You laughed as you almost fell off at one point, Jungkook having to steady you with his hands on your hips. 

He hovered over where you laid, his hands gripping the edge of the board in a plank position, and gave you a quick peck on your lips. He then pushed himself up, standing between your legs that hung off the side of the board.  He pulled his swim shorts down quickly and stood confidently with his hands on his hips showing himself off to you with a smirk. 

You giggled wildly at his cockiness, which he mistook for you giggling at his...cock. 

“Hey now.” He growled crossing his arms against his toned bare chest. “Don’t make me bounce you off this thing” 

“Oh my god, no It’s just that you’re so cute.  Displaying yourself with that confidence” You assured him. 

“Well, I have reason to be confident no?” he moved his eyebrows up and down, and motioning his hands down around his hips, gesturing to his erection.  He wasn’t wrong...He had plenty of reason to feel proud of the cock that was hanging between his legs, long and large.  You’d never been with someone as big as him and you started to feel slight nervousness as you anticipated and hoped for the feeling of the stretch. 

Jungkook got down and balanced himself on his knees between your legs, pulling the string on one of the sides of your bikini bottoms.  

You felt the fabric being lifted away after he’d untied it, and you were completely bare and exposed to him now. 

He growled lowly.  

“Fuck you have a perfect pussy” 

“And you have a perfect cock” you returned. 

He smiled widely, you had a feeling that a strong feeling of pride grew in him at your words.  And you were right, any bit of praise that you gave him made him even more excited to dive into your pussy and feel you around him, he wanted to hear how good he made you feel. 

He gripped himself in one hand, trying his best to stay balanced as his other hand started to lightly touch your entrance. 

You gasped at his touch, and tossed your head back,  you were right on the edge of the board and the feeling that one wrong move could throw both of you off into the water was scary and exciting. 

You were seeing stars, literally as you stared up into the sky while two Jungkook’s fingers entered you, moving around and stretching you out, preparing you to take him. 

“That feels so good Jungkook” you moaned.  His ego swelled at that and it only made him want to work harder to please you, increasing the speed of his fingers. 

“Fuck” you whimpered out, gripping the sides of the board and trying not to squirm too much. 

Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out, you pouted at the feeling of emptiness and loss of his touch. 

But he was now pulling you on top of him and flipping the two of you around so he was laying in the spot where you were just seconds ago. 

The sight was nothing less than magical. 

You were sitting on top of him with your hands on his chest, the moonlight shining on his skin making him almost glow.  And framing his perfect face on every side from below was the dark water reflecting the stars from above, it looked like something straight out of an artsy indie movie.  

You lifted your hips slightly and he brought a hand to position his cock at your entrance. 

You lowered yourself down onto him excruciatingly slow, but you wanted to give yourself the chance to adjust to his thickness. 

His hands squeezed your ass tightly as you sank down onto him, and he threw his head back in pleasure, biting down hard on his lower lip. 

“Fuckkkk” he hissed once you had him completely sheathed inside your pussy. 

You started to rock your hips slowly, not wanting to move too much and bounce the two of you off and down into the water.   

But Jungkook seemed to be a bit overtaken by the feeling and started to grab your hips and lift you up, slamming you down onto him.  He set a steady pace of bringing your hips up and down onto him, and it was the most incredible feeling ever.  Every time you took him fully at that speed, the board would bounce and cause a second in and out, causing him to thrust up into you effortlessly. 

“Jungkook, oh my god” you screamed out.  Jungkook grinned widely, loving how good he was making you feel.  It felt like a dream having you here riding him. 

His hands continued to guide you up and down on his cock, the board bouncing made it hard to keep a steady pace now.  

“You gonna cum for me baby? Use my cock however you need y/n” Jungkook moaned, releasing his grip on you and putting his hands behind his head.  You swore he was flexing his biceps right now.  So cocky, you thought.  Though, you couldn’t deny, he was so fucking hot like his.  He always seemed to have the goods to back up that cocky attitude of his. 

You started to bounce and roll your hips around in small circles, it took a lot of effort to continue without having any support for your knees, you really had to thank yourself for all those ab exercises you’d been working on.  

His cock was hitting you in all the right places now and you felt yourself approaching your high.  

“J-Jungkook, I’m gonna cum” you whimpered. 

“Yeah baby? My cock is gonna make you cum?” he smirked.  

You nodded biting your lip while you stared down at the god like man below you. 

“Say it.” he growled.  

You figured it didn’t hurt to indulge him, he really was rocking your world right now. 

“Jungkook, your fucking amazing, giant, sexy, cock is gonna make my pussy cum” you moaned.

“Fuck, hurry up if you’re gonna keep talking like that” he chuckled. “I’m so fucking close too y/n” 

After a few more bounces your orgasm was on you, it ran like a tidal wave over your whole body, nothing you’d ever felt before could compare to the incredible feeling rushing over you.  

Your walls tightened and spasmed around Jungkook’s cock, you had stilled your movements and fell down onto his chest, but he kept moving himself into you quickly, approaching his own orgasm.  His hips rolling up into you were greatly assisted by the bouncing of the board.  

He gripped your ass hard and sped up even faster, his face contorting into an expression of intense pleasure. 

“F-Fuck, Y/n baby” he groaned loudly, his nails biting into your ass cheeks and his head burried into to crook of your neck as he came. 

At that moment he completely lost control of his balance, and you, who were also overcome with post orgasm bliss were in no place to steady the two of you. 

And before you knew it both of you, clutched tightly onto one another, and him still twitching and emptying hot cum inside of you, were rolling off the board and crashing into the water. 

The two of you were now completely submerged, bodies still intertwined and holding each other tightly, Jungkook brought you into a passionate kiss as you rose back up to the surface. 

Once you reached air again he slowly pulled out of you and you both laughed wildly. 

“Holy shit” you threw your head back and floated on your back savoring this blissful moment. 

You turned to Jungkook who did an excited forward somersault in the water, which caused you to laugh even more. 

“Well that's how fun that was for me” he chuckled as he paddled over to where you floated and kissed you on the cheek. 

“You’re a dork” you shook your head. 

“And amazing...giant...and sexy” he listed your previous words while he wiggled his eyebrows up and down. 

“Yes that too” 

“And completely falling for you…” he whispered. 

You stared up to the stars, you swore you saw a shooting star right then. 

You don’t know what you could possibly wish for in this moment.  Everything already felt so perfect. 

You were completely falling for him too. 

[peremadeleine]

The Empathetic Dog Thief, Episode 1

Alternative titles: “Will: Deer Hunter and Dog Dad,” “Crimes Against Costuming,” “What Year Is It: A Crime Drama”

Armed with a gin & tonic and one sleepy cat, I finally gave the NBC show another shot.

I didn’t know Will had a superpower. Cool...?

How come he’s play-acting the murderer, though? Just because he can think like a killer doesn’t mean he needs to be reenacting it himself. That’s just confusing for the audience?? The way they did it in the Red Dragon movie was still effective without coming off as “aw, Will’s playing serial killer”

“This is my design” what

Plaid shirt and striped tie, truly a costuming sin. I didn’t love Will’s “modern wild west” costume vibes in Red Dragon, but it was better than this.

Don’t pretend that Jack and Will don’t know each other. Hate that.

Do look forward to hearing how many different ways people can pronounce “Graham” though.

Oh boy, why does Crawford push Will’s glasses up on his face while murmuring “hey” softly like a lover?? They’re strangers. That was mighty uncomfortable.

is he just assuming Will is on the spectrum? Right after they met???

and then Will confirms, but wait, he just has an “active imagination”?

STAY IN YOUR LANE

at least in canon Crawford doesn’t take advantage of people on the gd spectrum, and he spins it as being for the good of the victims. jfc.

“based on the characters by Thomas Harris”

Of course all the victims in the first episode are going to be women

“it’s not about all of these girls, it’s about one of them”--seven minutes in and they’re already ripping off Silence.

“he’s like Willy Wonka. every girl he takes is a candy bar.” no. nO.

“I mean, I would. Wouldn’t you?” no Will, Crawford’s a douchebag, not a murderous psychopath.

8 minutes in, me: WHERE’S THE TITLE CHARACTER THIS IS B O R I N G

“Why is it now a crime scene?” Because Will says so and he’s his own forensic team, apparently. Next question.

Also apparently he only owns red plaid-print shirts. Huh.

Lol Will has empathy for everyone but a grieving father confronted with his daughter’s dead body???

I don’t like the way Crawford is speaking to Will one bit. It’s supposed to be sensitive, but it comes off as condescending and mollycoddling. Ew. That is SO not Jack Crawford.

"You wrote the standard monograph on time of death by insect activity"?!?

so Will IS his own forensic team. Weird flex, but okay.

Antler velvet. Christ, HERE WE GO.

“You not real FBI?” Rip-off of Silence #2!

“You unstable?” Stop coming at Will, Jesus!

Will is a serial dognapper. SIX DOGS. Maybe, maybe, people in this neighborhood are missing their gd dogs, you monster.

none of them are even UGLY dogs

Will’s also drinking tho. One point for Gryffindor.

Oh, another plaid shirt. At least this one’s got a nice pattern. And isn’t red.

The bathroom is painted red, tho. What is it with Fuller and red walls?

Hugh Dancy’s American accent slips when he tries to like...emote. Yikes.

Strangulation is neither quick nor merciful.

A forensic specialist who wears her long-ass dark hair loose down her back and shoulders in the lab should be FIRED.

Implied “we covet what we see every day” scene: Silence Rip-Off #3

nineteen minutes in, me: W H E R E  I S  H A N N I B A L this is false marketing

Okay, I actually kind of like the “okay, I can cover him 80%” scene. Crawford’s real good at fucking up people’s lives in order to save lives.

twenty-one minutes in, me: HANNIBAL’S HERE THANK CHRIST

will probably regret this thought later

it’s okay, Hans. I, too, hate the career choices that have led me to this point.

the fact that he has tissues by HIS chair in his office is fuckin’ hilarious, what a douche, I love him

same, tho

The costumes and sets and cars are all screaming 70s/80s. But smartphones!

I’m watching this pretty late so my volume is a bit low and I cannot understand 70% of Hannibal’s dialogue, uh oh

Hannibal is supposed to be short so I don’t think this little “oh Crawford confused the short weepy patient with Hannibal” bit is that cute...I’ve always felt like Mads was poorly cast for that reason, among others. Oh well.

I take it all back:

HIS FACE

“No secretary?” “She was predisposed to romantic whims.” Not sure whether I like this line because Hannibal’s the one acting on whimsy or if it makes me cringe because of the way they’re dismissing Hannibal’s former secretary. Hmm.

“Are these yours, doctor?” a) Duh and b) Silence Rip-Off #4

Why the fuck does Crawford think he can just examine Hannibal’s papers? Like?????????

no wonder he hates your rude ass, Jack

HANNIBAL WHY IS WOUND MAN LYING ON YOUR DESK YOU PRECIOUS IDIOT

“Very interesting, even for a layman” Wow, unexpected Red Dragon rip-off (by the Red Dragon adaptation) #1

this whole scene is made of cringe HELP

why is Hannibal dressed in his Easter Sunday suit

Tattlecrimes.com. I’M SPEECHLESS at the stupidity of that.

tabloids are, in fact, still a thing in the Year of Our Lord 2013

No way is Hannibal fucking Lecter going to drink the swill that probably is Jack Crawford’s coffee, as if.

“Not fond of eye contact, are you?” Yes, Hannibal is the only character who should be canonically coming at anyone like this. (But also poor Will.)

But Will, at least look in his direction while he’s talking to you? I also don’t love eye contact...it’s rude not to even look at a person, though.

Hannibal finally used a contraction! He’s human after all. (This is a common Fanfic-Writing-of-Hannibal problem. I used to have it, too. You think to emulate him you have to write lofty, staid dialogue. But we’re talking about Hannibal the Punmaster General here.)

“This cannibal you have him getting to know” I’m sorry, who said anything about cannibals???

Stop incriminating yourself Hannibal honestly

Wait, is the implication that the victim whose lungs were taken is Hannibal’s? I hope not, because what would he be doing in Minnesota, and since when did Hannibal cut people up alive (Krendler notwithstanding--he’s a special case), especially women????? He’s a Monster(TM), but not a fucking sadist.

Will’s wardrobe also contains gingham!

no really, when did they determine that the serial killer was a cannibal?? did I sleep through that part?

“have Dr. Lecter draw up a psychological profile” bitch, please. Dr. Lecter doesn’t work for Crawford.

I don’t like hearing/watching people eat, especially in quiet moments. That’s going to become a problem in this show, isn’t it?

Will’s dream dear is fucking awful CGI. Wow.

That brown blazer--Hannibal would never.

EVERYTHING about Hannibal that should be black--his clothes and his hair--is brown here. It’s...weird.

to quote @random-emerald-thoughts​, “my homocidal boy aint about that tawny bullshit”

Hannibal Lecter: food snob--that’s canon. 

Don’t like this dialogue, though. And Hannibal bringing anyone he just met food in glorified Tupperware rings very false.

“Uncle Jack” what the fuck

Wow, Fuller jumped directly into the teacup thing right from the start. Yikes. He clearly didn’t understand it. (Clarice isn’t the teacup, bro. The teacup represents time, and disorder, and will it ever be reversed?)

Lots of weird metaphors in this episode overall, though none as bad as the Willy Wonka thing.

Why is Hannibal in Minnesota? Is he a crime-scene investigator now? Is he on the FBI payroll? Doesn’t he have patients with appointments to keep? Social obligations? I HAVE QUESTIONS.

He’s not a priss or a germaphobe. DISLIKE.

Do like the phone call. Just fuckin’ carelessly with people’s lives for the fun of it, that’s our Hannibal.

FBI? Are you FBI, Will?

He shouldn’t have been issued that sidearm if he can’t hold it steady.

One shot would have been plenty. Maybe two. Jfc, the reason Clarice shot Gumb so many times was because he was going to shoot her. Hobbs had a knife, which he dropped, and he was incapacitated by the first/second shot. Silence Rip-Off #5

How the fuck is he still alive and talking?! Will plugged him about eight times!

Call the police, Hannibal, or the ambulance, or take off your jacket and provide first aid to this girl. You’re a doctor!

It really is like he wants to be arrested or something.

And then he gets to ride in the ambulance?? Just Because?

Overall, it was...not very good, imo, poorly paced, very poorly written, with acting that jumped wildly from “very good” to “awful,” sometimes from the same actors. Intense cringe throughout a lot of the script. Ripped off Silence of the Lambs, a superior movie about many of the same characters, way too many times. Will is boring and I don’t care about him, but then I also don’t care about canon Will. And I still think Mads Mikkelsen was poorly cast as Hannibal...the costumes aren’t doing him any favors, either. We’ll see if he can bring me around.

Some moments of genuine humor that I appreciated, though, and some nods to the canon that I grudgingly appreciated, too, including Hannibal being a dick and Jack Crawford fucking up people’s lives.

Hopefully if you made it this far into my observations you got a kick out of them. I probably won’t go into this much detail for every episode, but I do intend to try to watch at least all of Season 1.

Painful as it might be.

[cilliansaccent]

The Peaky Designer - Cillian Fanfic, Chapter 6

Hello, welcome back. Below is the next instalment of my fanfiction!

Leave a like or a comment if you liked it, or if I can do anything better! Please, it would mean the world and to understand if anyone is enjoying my writing. Also, sharing/reblogging would be even better.

PLEASE READ:

I will not be including Cillian’s family as it’s kinda weird since he has children lmao. Just a mention of his parents and a previous lover.

I will indicate in a chapter if there is smut in the beginning and before the actual scene!!

I will add trigger warnings if there is any!!

There is a variety of levels of swearing during a chapter, I will not hold back, everyone swears.

The timestamp for the Fic is now 2016 and onwards!! 

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Background: Gabrijela Babic is a Croatian girl from Sydney, Australia. She is born in the year 1991 on the 24th of December. She studies a Fashion degree in a University with a major in Game Design as well. Her teacher in the fashion designer class managed to nail an Internship on the set of Peaky Blinders with the shows very own Costume Designer, Allison McCosh. There, she travels to London for under a year to learn how to be one, working alongside the actors as well the man she admires, Cillian Murphy. But, her platonic feelings for the man begins to grow into something more, and she wonders whether she should pursue them or let him go for fear of her strict parents and her three older brothers…

Characters:

Swantje Paulina as Gabrijela Babic (swalina on Instagram)

Cillian Murphy

Word Count: 2,507

!!Warnings!!: Smut at the end. 

Date: March 2016

Chapter Name: It’s Only a One Night Thing

Brief Chapter Outline: Gabrijela heads out for a birthday party with Logan before it ends on a very pleasurable note... 

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From Wednesday onwards, it was crazy. She had never worked so fast nor so busy. Her work back at home she was a full-time sales assistant in a lingerie store, and it wasn't as busy like how she worked here. 

To be honest, she wasn't sure if she was cut out for this type of stressful work. She was exhausted by the afternoon, and she hadn't been able to meet with Cillian much as filming became more intense and scenes had to be adjusted or changed. 

Lunchtime began to be whenever you had the chance to stop and eat, so she had alway's prepared herself the morning coming in. Though Logan managed to catch her during her breaks and they hung out a lot, even after when the day was over she had invited him into her apartment and started on watching Supernatural. 

It was quite nice, being with Logan. They watched well into the night, and both had fallen asleep on the couch with empty bowls from the chips or popcorn she had made for them. Gabrijela felt comfortable around the man, and they didn't shy away from talking about their desires and their life achievements. 

They both had the same issues of trying to impress their strict as hell parents and their decisions on what to do with their life would be a forever damnation, according to Logan's mother and father. 

She giggled at that, and he as well. 

Came Friday evening, Gabrijela was allowed to go home early. But she wanted to find Cillian before she left to see how he was going. 

He was walking off set and she caught his arm gently, "Hi!" She smiled. 

"Hey, Gab. Long-time no sees," They moved out of the way. 

"Indeed." She laughed softly, "I wanted to see how you were going." She asked. 

"Good! Good, never better. But a tad little tired but I'm used to this." He said, pulling off his cap and tucking it into his coat's pocket. 

Another reason why she hadn't seen him much was that they had moved to another city at some point during the week, and then it wasn't any time to talk to him. 

"I see. But you're doing a fantastic job, Cillian." She nodded, eyes shining with admiration. 

"Thank you. You seem like you are going somewhere?" He asked noticing the bag. Cillian had also felt sad he hadn't been able to catch up with her much nor see her, her presence always made him feel good and happy. 

"Yeah. Allison let me off early today, said I deserved a bit of an early mark." She giggled. "I wanted to tell you that in case you got worried if I wasn't around later." 

"Oh thank you for telling me that. Appreciate it." He also appreciated her kindness and her genuine self. She had always brought him coffee in the morning, or his favourite sandwich for later in the day. It was the little things she did for him that made him like her even more. 

"But call me later, okay?" She gripped his gloved hand. 

"Always. Hey, before you go, did you want to go to dinner tomorrow maybe? Or we could go to a gig or..." He offered as he trailed off. 

She pouted, "I'd love to but I'm going to Logan's birthday tomorrow night. How about Sunday?" She asked. 

"Party? Huh, okay. Yeah, we can do Sunday then. I'll call you tomorrow again for the details." He said, "Where are you going for the party?" 

"Uh, it's somewhere near Trafalgar Square it seems. I forgot the exact place." She shrugged. 

"You be safe, hm? Don't want you getting into any trouble." He pulled her into a hug and she wrapped her arms around him. 

He was so warm and smelled so fucking good. She couldn't help but bury her face into his neck a little. "I will, I promise." She murmured, he squeezed her gently. 

They pulled away and she kissed his cheek lightly and turned to walk away. 

Cillian placed a hand on his cheek, his smile growing. This girl was rubbing off on him and he couldn't help but become worried about her. He remembered what happened last time he took her out and he wasn't to close with the Logan boy she talked about. Or did he know about his circle. 

But Cillian couldn't fret over her too much or it would seem like he was overpowering her. But he would keep an eye out on her. 

Cillian headed off to get ready for the next scene. 

Saturday Night...

Gabrijela had her hair in a high ponytail. Her chosen outfit for tonight was a black mini skirt with a black long sleeve mesh top with golden stars. She had a simple bra for it. 

She was putting make-up on when her phone rang, she pressed the answer button without looking, "Hello?" 

"Hey Gabrijela," Cillian replied. 

"Oh hi, Cilly." She felt her heart jump. It always did when she talked to him. 

"How are you?" He asked it sounded like he was driving somewhere. 

"I'm alright. Getting ready." She said as she applied her eyeliner on. 

"Oh that's right, you're going out tonight." He mused. "Excited?" 

"I guess so. It's not my first time clubbing, but a first in London." She smiled as she concentrated on putting on her fake eyelashes. 

"You sure you don't want me to come?" He kidded. 

She let out a heavy sigh, "Cillian, I'm gonna punch you when I see you next." 

"Joking! God, don't get so antsy." He mocked, but she could hear the smile in his voice. 

"It's up to you if you want to come, it doesn't bother me. But I don't know about Logan." She said casually. She kinda hoped he would come. 

"Nah. I'm gonna have a night into myself, have some red wine, listen to music and have some cheese." He said with relief. "Been a long week." 

"It has. And you deserve it. Besides, we'll have tomorrow together. I can't wait to see Bath." She said with clear enthusiasm. 

"Good. It's a beautiful town." He said, "You'll definitely love it." 

She saw a message said that Logan was walking down, "Hey I gotta go. I have to get dressed." She said as she added finishing touches to her face. 

"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow, have fun." He said and hung up. 

Gabrijela changed into her outfit, sprayed on her favourite Tommy Girl perfume and pulled up her thigh high heeled boots. 

She grabbed her jacket and her sparkly bag and headed down when Logan called her he was here. 

Logan was dressed in a casual but nice outfit, black jeans and a tucked-in blue with a mixture of a green, red and white floral patterned shirt. His black hair was combed back and curled at the nape of his neck. 

He whistled when he saw Gabrijela, "Wow." He said as they embraced, "You are so fucking gorgeous." 

She laughed, "Thanks man, you look dashing as well." She nodded as she checked him out as he did a little turn with wide arms. 

"One sexy Scottish boy on the menu. Ready to mingle." He flashed a perfect smile. 

She blushed and he called an Uber, a couple of minutes later they piled in and off they went to the club. 

The club was underground and the music was electric, pumping a hard beat. People danced, some grinding against each other no matter who it was. 

Just like home, she thought with a slight shake of her head. She was used to this type of things, as the majority of the young people in clubs, they're looking for a quick fuck. 

Gabrijela had never had a 'quick fuck' with anyone, guy or girl. Just foreplay and that was where she drew the line. She couldn't think of someone being buried within her, especially when she had thoughts that drifted back to her ex. 

Her parents still to this day didn't know the mental abuse she endured through the prick, not even her best friend nor her friends knew about it. Gab worked her way through the pain after the messy break-up, she took counsel on her own and in secret. It helped to ease off the shit of her shoulders, but still, she would remember the dark nights. 

Silence was not the key but she didn't want to dwell on it now, or ever. She was a free girl and she would find someone who would love her as she was, appreciate her body and her emotions. 

Sitting with the group of friends Logan had invited, the drinks began to slide through. She chatted and laughed with the ones around and even danced with the girls. 

Tonight was good, she agreed, no one seemed to brush up against her or pester her. Everyone was in their own world and in their own groups, having the time of their life. 

More drinks, shots, anything. 

Then it was time to move on, the rules here were not as strict as in Australia so by midnight they had gone to four different pubs. Gabrijela had taken easy on the drinks but she could feel the alcohol messing with her head a little. 

Logan had watched her all night and wouldn't leave her side. In their last pub of the night, they were all over each other. Their lips in a heated lock of tongue and teeth. 

Cillian had been in the same club with a few of his mates, drinking and chatting about home. He had seen Gabrijela enter with the group, and had to watch her suck face with the damn Set Designer. He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealously wash through him. He thought back to when he had his fingers inside her, the way her lips felt on his and the sounds he managed to drag out. 

Now Logan would have to hear those very sounds, and Cillian did not like that. 

But what could he do about it? He wasn't going to go there and break them up, for what? Because he was annoyed that Gabrijela may end up in bed with the boy and not him? 

Logan's hand went up her skirt, and Cillian picked up that thrust of her chest. He knew the boy found her treasure. 

Gabrijela pulled back and whispered something to him and his smirk grew as they got up. Logan parted ways with his group and left the pub with an arm around his- around Gabrijela. Cillian's heart squeezed. 

She was young, and she was to be with someone her age. Someone who wasn't going to be an old man in a few years, who wouldn't be able to keep up with her needs. 

But he couldn't help but feel jealous. 

Back in the Apartment...

They laid on the bed, Logan above her and holding her close as he touched her breasts and played with her pink, hard nipples. 

Her soft moans filled the air and he kissed her neck, "Gabe." He murmured and helped her pull off his shirt. 

Gabrijela admired the hard planes of his stomach, letting her fingers brush down his chiselled chest and to his belt buckle. 

Was Logan going to be the one to break her drought of proper sex? She hoped so, he was like a Greek God of some sort.

Well, Scottish God. 

She giggled, "Fuck you're so hot." She moaned as she undid his belt. 

"And so are you." He murmured, his long fingers yanked off her top, and then her bra. Better access now. 

"I want you." She moaned as his fingers flicked her nipples. 

"I'm all yours, beautiful." He said as his jeans joined the clothing on the floor. 

They helped each other undress whatever remaining clothing they had, and she was now laid on the bed, bare. 

His dark blue eyes roved over her body, Gabrijela was not entirely skinny. She had some curve and thickness to her body. But it made her all the most beautiful. 

Gab looked down his god-like body and the huge, thick cock that wanted some attention. "Lay on your back." She said to him. 

He nodded and did so as she moved between his legs. With a hand, she gripped him, with her other she began to touch herself. 

"Oh... Gab..." He sucked in a breath as she began to pump him slowly. She gripped him tight enough that it felt like he was inside something. His eyes shot to what she was doing between her legs and he let out a loud groan. 

She moved her hand faster, "Logan, you are so big. Holy fuck." She pushed two fingers in herself and moaned. 

"Mhm. I hope I can fit in ya." He chuckled breathlessly. 

She smiled, "Of course you will." She said, "But I want you to cum first when I do this." She leaned down and took him into her mouth. 

She sucked lightly on his head and she saw his fingers curl into her bedsheets. She began to take him right to the base. He was deep in her throat. 

"Holy fuck." He gasped, "No one- Oh fuck!" He couldn't talk as she bobbed her head. 

Her mouth was warm and tight, and she took him like a pro. Logan was close already, he was sensitive when he was drunk. 

Gabrijela fingered herself fast, moaning loudly around his shaft. She only pulled back to breathe before she went back to sucking him off. She went faster, eyes shut and for some reason she imagined Cillian. 

Logan let out a cry, his hand in her hair as he came inside her mouth. His load was thick and heavy before she gagged and came as well. 

She pulled back hastily, a bit of his cum leaking down her chin. "Logan." She pulled out her fingers and brought them to his lips so he could taste. 

"I want to ride you now." She said, moving to straddle his hips. 

"Ride me all night long." He said and held her hips. 

But she had paused above him, his cock in her hand and poised to go in. Her heart hammered in her chest, she suddenly felt... Unsure. The whole situation wasn't right despite how clouded her mind was. 

"Gabrijela?" Logan's gruff voice brought her back to reality, "You alright?" 

She looked at him, concern was in his eyes. She could see he was not going to hurt her, there was no malice in his eyes. She could do this. She was going to do this. She can. Screw that fucker. 

"Perfectly fine." She said with a dazzling smile and pushed him into her. 

They both let out a moan as he sat up and wrapped his arms around her. 

She did what she wanted to do and rode him all night with him finishing it off with him on top. 

They both fell asleep in a tangle of arms and legs well into the early mornings. 

[exnvhilo]

━━  ❛ ☆  KATIE MCGRATH  /  CISFEMALE  /  SHE&HER. anytime i hear queen of peace by florence + the machine i think of alexandra decker. the thirty-two year old has been living in hollywood as a director. since then they’ve built the reputation for being ingenious & cavalier. if you were to ask them if they were hades from greek mythos they’d probably say no.

wow i’m late as fuck. sorry guys ! i was making this extremely pointless & unnecessary template and procrastinating. i’m truly sorry. btw ! i’m ron. i’m 23 years old and a huge Heaux for mythology. any kind of mythology, ya know??? but my mom is a history teacher and she always loved greek myths so i kinda inherited that from her. i live in the gmt -3 timezone, & my pronouns are she/her. i also read like 2 issues of wick + divine and it’s so fucking good so i had to join this. but hennyways. let’s get to the Flavor, shall we?? 

--------------- THE PAST

i. for some unknown reason, perhaps a trick played by the fates or a plan from the titans themselves, the king of the underworld, feared & respected ( not particularly loved ) incarnated on a child in the middle of the desert of nevada in 1986. alexandra decker’s parents were simple, reserved & owners of a funeral and embalming business ( i know, i’m so smart ). growing up with death around her never really phazed alexandra. other kids might have been squeamish within the line of empty, soulless eyes, but not her. it was almost like an enigma to alexandra. what makes a soul, anyway? and why is the human body just flesh once its gone?

ii. although never an emotional child, it could be said that alexandra loved her parents. in a way that you love a bird, understanding that life itself is limited and extremely fragile. but they were good people. on sundays, after mass, they would eat breakfast food at a diner and take her to the latest showing of whatever was on in the small town’s movie theater. alexandra loved it, especially the movies of old hollywood. the glamour and opulence. and how it inevitably these gods of the screen ended up just like the mortals on the other side. decadent in the twilight of their lives. ( not the movie twilight ya know?? although thats an idea )

iii. greek tragedy follows the master of death, and alexandra got a taste of what loss feels like when you’re in mortal skin. at eleven years old, the decker funeral home crumbled under an unexplained fire. alexandra was at school at the time, returning to only the ashes of her parents. it was notable, however, that she didn’t cry ------- not even once. to what the child psychologists attributed to shock. her destiny was now foster care. with black hair, fair, smooth skin & icy green eyes, every prospect of parent was instantly fond of the girl. she was quiet but intelligent, extremely mature for her age. an elderly couple, the montgomerys, loved the girl from the moment they saw her. they were older than alexandra’s biological parents, but educated & comprehensive. and they made sure alex didn’t have to change her last name if she didn’t want to.

iv. growing up with the montgomerys was wildly different than what alexandra was accostumed to. they were old money as old money comes. terribly inclined to art and music and everything alexandra believed transcended the mortal experience. they coaxed her out of her shell, turning the intelligent but shy girl into an well-rounded, outspoken woman. gone were the days of embalming and smelling formaldehyde in the basement, and in with art history & piano classes in a lavish mansion in beverly hills. always draped in expensive clothing, always balanced. it was a life that suited alexandra, although she still felt weirdly drawn to death. feeling as if, somehow, for a weird twist of destiny, it was her own fault that her parents died.

--------------- THE PRESENT

i. alexandra’s first feature film was a homage to her favorite movies. the old hollywood glamour, somehow an homage to the deckers in their small, burned down funeral home. it was a goodbye of sorts to alexandra, an omen of things to come. and they did come. the first movie was a success, and soon enough the young director was the talk of the cinematic industry. over ten years have passed and now, alexandra is a well-known director, with over twenty movies under her belt and a few flashy awards to show for it.

ii. fame suits her well. she’s outspoken, educated & the owner of an acerbic wit. the secret is never taking herself too seriously, or so she likes to say, since we’re all just dirt in the end. the reminder of death has been constant in alexandra’s life. the montgomerys are long gone, with alex being the sole heiress of their fortune. mr. montgomery died when she turned eighteen, with mrs. montgomery following suit when alexandra was twenty-four. over the next few years lovers & friends all met their unrevokable end, and though alexandra was never involved in any of it ------ it seemed like she only brought death to those she was close to loving.

iii. that particular trait has left her a bit hesitant to get too close to people, fearing that somehow her strange luck will bring on their demise. she has colleagues & even friends that she keeps at arm’s length. she’s had companions but mostly sexual, never truly settling down or getting too close. but she is extremely charismatic & alluring, an irony of destiny ------ being so inviting but never letting anyone in.

iv. extremely educated due to the montgomerys, speaks five languages, plays the piano and the violin and paints. really artistic although her heart really resides in filmmaking. she is also known to fool around with hollywood heartthrobs, having an especial preference for the women.

v. overall, not a terrible person though she can be a bit obnoxious sometimes due to her upbringing. years of accolades have sort of gone to her head and she believes she’s the best thing since méliès happened to cinema. loves dogs ( and i think its bc of cerberus ok ), has an extremely expensive taste & gives people inappropriately expensive gifts because no one has ever told her you’re not supposed to do that. occasionally a bit on the brooding side, but she likes to be where the people are, so you’ll probably find her in reserved booths of exclusive clubs around l.a.

wow, this got really long & i’m truly sorry. really i made her sound v serious but she’s kind of a lonely sweetheart bc we love hades in this household. so if you’d like to plot smth juicy pls pls like this or quietly say ‘can i sing for u’ & i’ll hear u & come for plots. thank u so much if you’ve read thus far u r great i love u. also if you’d like to plot thru d*scord, i’m lil d pression#2978 over there. thank u

[queerlyglittering]

LETTER BOY UPDATE

ok! This is long overdue lmao. but until the other day I was feeling a bit mopey and sad and also just generally tired and didn’t wanna talk about it BUT THEN  E X T R E M E L Y  LONG POST AHEAD

so lemme see where I last left off re: Letter Boy.... ok so like, to recap: there for a while we’d barely been talking. He didn’t have time to write to me most of the time, and then half the time when we did write to each other our letters kept getting lost in the mail, etc etc. I know I’d been like pretty obsessive over the whole letter-writing thing for a while so I thought I’d been pushing him away and like at one point I wrote him a goodbye letter? Like I was really out here like “I’m so sorry for bothering you so much, I’ll leave you alone now” like what sort of passive-aggressive bitchy monster lmao. And then eventually I was like nah fuck that, that’s not ok and I’m not leaving things like that, so I wrote him an apology and we kinda got back to talking a bit. And then he finally wrote me back! And his letter was deeply personal and emotional and I cried! He came out as ace! He told me he loved me! The absolute drama of it all! (Which it turns out, at that point he didn’t mean it in terms of like, romantic love, just like... he really cared about me as a person and was glad that he felt comfortable to write about his experiences re: being ace to me and it was sort of cathartic. BUT THEN!) So I wrote back almost immediately, telling him that I loved him too and that he was valid and shit lmao. That was all back in late May/early June I think... tbh I don’t remember what happened over the summer, lemme go back and reread our messages? b/c I know neither of us has physically written to the other since then.  Ok so we messaged a bit about potentially meeting up at a Pride festival, either there in Houston or up in Dallas, but the timing just generally didn’t work out in our favor for either event, so we wound up not going. And then we kinda sporadically messaged each other here and there, usually when he was stressed with school or I was stressed with work, etc, but we barely talked off and on for a couple months. Then I started my current job, and my sleep cycle got outta whack for a few weeks, and that’s when things started to get interesting again lmao

ok so sometime near the end of August, he had like a minor depressive episode or something in the middle of the night and messaged me at like 4 am saying he felt “gross and sad” and I slept through that because it was Saturday but I wound up waking up at like 6:30 out of habit from getting up for work, and I ended up calling him and we talked for a while and I vented about some stuff in my life too and then we both went back to sleep lmao. And after that things got a little more active in terms of communication; like y’all know me, I’m a Needy Bitch, so of course I wound up messaging him like once every couple days or so whenever I started to miss him and needed Attention. Like it kinda started with a tarot reading I got, just a standard past/present/future 3-card reading, but she pulled the Lovers for my present, so I mean.... and basically she said something about there being a person in my life whom I had feelings for, and who reciprocated those feelings, but there was a communications disconnect, and the relationship was getting to a point where it could begin to go stale, and that we shouldn’t block ourselves off from progress. After that reading I reached out and messaged him again, and we ended up literally speaking every day for a week. Like I think I’d made a post about that on here about not messaging him for the 8th day in a row and thought I was exaggerating but then I went back and counted and IT ACTUALLY WAS THE 8TH DAY, WOW AUDREY, YOU’RE OFFICIALLY ANNOYING. So I tried to get better about leaving him alone lmao but I started messaging him a bunch of stuff about my singing, because my old community had a brief resurgence in September. and he said he wanted to sing something with me someday and I’m 🥰🥰

So then at one point I had mentioned coming down to Houston for the weekend of the SFA/Sam Houston State game (which was last weekend, 10/5-6) with my friend, and ditching the game to hang out with him instead. I kinda let the subject drop for a couple weeks because at that point it was almost a month out and I wasn’t 100% sure I was gonna be able to go so I didn’t want to get both our hopes up. But then work started being really shitty and dicking me around about my schedule change that was supposed to have happened once I got out of training, and my home life wasn’t gr8 either, so I kinda latched onto that weekend trip as like a bright spot, or something to hope for. Something to keep me going. And he’d basically forgotten about it, which is fine, except I wound up springing it back on him at the last minute lmao. But then my friend who I was supposed to go with (because I can’t drive so she was gonna drive us down there) was like ‘nah I’m not going to the game, I have no money for tickets.’ So I was like well shit, there goes my happy thing. And I talked to her about it and basically begged her to just go down to Houston for the weekend anyway, I’d get us a hotel and everything, because I needed this. So she was like ‘alright, look at hotels.’ But then HER friend got very sick, like in-the-hospital having-mysterious-seizures sick, and she went to go stay with her in the hospital for a few days because the girl’s husband was being a dick about it (it turned out to just be an infection from a contact lens that got stuck in her eye and like melted??? idk. but it was BAD AND SCARY). But that was like Wednesday-Friday of the week we were supposed to go to Houston on that weekend and I wasn’t sure she’d be up to going. So I asked last minute if she still wanted to go or if I should cancel the hotel (not realizing that it was too late to cancel it anyway lmao RIP) and she said ‘ok sure but I wanna bring my kid, since I’ve been away from her for 3 whole days.’ I was like that’s fine, I already thought you were gonna bring her lol. So we wound up going down there on Saturday but we left a bit later than we’d meant to, and by the time we got to town, Letter Boy was already at work. So I missed him that day. The three of us (me, friend & kiddo) wound up swimming in the hotel pool and then ordering Chinese takeout for dinner so that was pretty fun. 

Then the next day, Sunday! Letter Boy called as we were checking out of the hotel to try and figure out what the plan was, where we could meet up, etc. We decided to meet at the mall nearby, since it was an easy landmark for all parties, and we could find each other pretty easily there. He took me (and my friend and her kid, though apparently that wasn’t the plan, and he would’ve preferred to spend time with just me; she even gave me the option to not have the two of them meet us at the restaurant and I decided not to take it because i was a nervous anxious coward lmao) out to lunch at this Korean place in town, where he loves to eat. We played a few rounds of a card game and talked and ate and it was great fun. Then he had to bail and go to work, and we had an interesting goodbye because I’d been out here trying to respect his personal space and all because from what he’d said in his coming-out letter, it sounded very much like he was touch-averse - but then he hugged me goodbye? and kept coming back for more hugs?! like “one more? ok just one more? and one more?” like nonstop for a good five minutes lmao. I was a bit confused but I loved it (my primary love language is physical touch; hugs are my kryptonite. And he gives AMAZING hugs. like I may have even actually dreamed about his hugs before I ever got to experience one, but that’s whole other post lol). Anyway so after that my friend and I went to hang out at her brother’s in-laws’ place because they lived in the area lol. Letter Boy had asked me to message him once I got there, so I did. I told him I wished I could’ve spent more time with him one-on-one, and he said “well if you’re still in town maybe you can sneak away when I get my break later” So I basically said hell yes, just tell me where to meet you, lol. We wound up meeting up at Starbucks and getting coffee and continuing to talk and hang out for the half hour of his break, and he really didn’t want to leave when it was time for him to go. Like he actually contemplated kidnapping me and bringing me to work with him lmao. If my ride hadn’t already been on her way, I would’ve gone with him in a heartbeat. I didn’t want to leave either. And he told me he loved me again!  🥰🥰🥰 It was sappy and sweet and just aghhhh <3

So that was a week ago today! And there’s been some interesting developments since then too. Starting off with that Sunday night when I got home, I’d had too much coffee (starbucks messed up my order and had to remake it so I ended up drinking both lmao, big mistake). So I was over-caffeinated and v emotional and couldn’t sleep so I started writing out all my anxious confused feelings in letter form, and wound up just linking Letter Boy to the Google Doc I’d been writing in. This was at almost 2 AM. Apparently I woke him up and he read it and replied to me over messenger and basically we talked about how like. when he first said he loved me in the letter, he didn’t necessarily mean it in a romantic context but it was definitely more than just platonic and he wasn’t sure how to quantify that. But now that we’d met in person, and got to spend some actual time together, he felt a little differently and that he was “not 100% sure but WAAAY more than 50% sure” that he loved me romantically, because partially because he’s ace, he’s just kinda unsure about romantic relationships in general and he’s reluctant to commit to them because the sex thing always becomes an issue. I reassured him that I completely understand and respect his orientation and would never ask him to change that aspect of himself or do anything that would make him uncomfortable, and he seemed immensely relieved. At this point I’m honestly not even sure how much of his feelings are genuinely for/about me, and how much of them are just some sort of general euphoria at having someone basically validate his orientation and his existence, because he’d spent so long being mocked and tormented by friends and lovers alike, and basically just feeling broken and worthless. And I completely understand that reaction. I’m not even sure I care if that’s all this is, if it comes down to it; I’m happy to be here to love and support him and make sure he never feels less than whole and valid again, no matter my context in his life. I just want him to be happy. I’d love to be the one who makes him happy, but if ultimately that is not my part in his life, then so be it. I’m at peace with it.

Anyway so that was Sunday night, we talked a little bit on Monday and Tuesday and then like,, nothing at all for a few days? And so of course my immediate instinct is that I came on too strong and pushed him away, just because he doesn’t want to talk to me every day?? so I got all mopey and sad and weird, because I thought I’d scared him off and lost him and idk. Also I was in a funk b/c my hormones are being wacky this week; I don’t really get periods per se with my IUD, but sometimes I’ll get phantom cramps and/or mood swings, etc. but this past week i’ve been spotting and cramping AND moody af, so that’s been fun. So I’d been all weird and sad and shit, and thinking he didn’t want to talk to me = he didn’t want me, and I was so paranoid and afraid because I still think this whole thing is too good to be true and I can’t trust it. I know it’s silly and far too early to be serious and it’ll never last and probably won’t end well. I know that it’s fun and easy and idealistic and won’t stand up to reality or practicality, when it eventually has to face them. So I’ve been bracing myself for that ending ever since it began. And I know three days isn’t very long, but after having a whole conversation about how we love each other, and how we love each other, it felt like an eternity. BUT THEN!!!!!!!!!

So ok, we did talk briefly on Friday, in passing. but it was a very short little conversation; the only major thing to come out of it was a further confirmation that yes, he’s serious about coming up here to see me. BUT THEN Saturday night (10/12), he got home from seeing Eric Andre perform live, and he was hanging out with his sister and drinking and generally being a goof, and he messaged me! UPDATE: It’s now sunday 10/20 and I’m still writing this. idk it’s been a lot, everything else in my life has been rough lately, idk. im not feeling as positively about this as i was before, but i’ll keep writing the update. I’ve written too much

SO! Anyway. he came home from the comedy show thing, and he was hanging out with his sister watching some Japanese reality show and drinking, and he messaged me out of the blue. Funny thing I’ve noticed is that he doesn’t generally reach out to me first and he’s not too expressive generally but whenever he’s intoxicated in some way, be it alcohol or pot or even benadryl, he gets really effusively, gushily mushy and sweet. So on this occasion he was drunk, or at least tipsy, and that means he was being extra affectionate and dumb lmao. He started out telling me about his night and then hit me with the “I wish you were heeeerrrrreeeeeeee” lol. And he said something about how one day when he graduates, we should get a place together, where we can “be non-binary and own our dreams” (the second time he’s mentioned possibly being nonbinary to me - or possibly third time, he said something in passing about being confused about gender roles, in a context that implied ‘in relation to himself.’ meanwhile I haven’t actually said anything at all to him about me being nonbinary, he just kinda assumed b/c i have a rly butch-y looking haircut rn lmao. but like.. he ain’t wrong tho 😂 so that’s a conversation that we need to actually have sometime.) He was like “it’s sorta romantic that you live up there and I live down here and we’re so far apart and we have to just kinda pine after each other basically” and i was like oh good, I’m not the only one pining lmao. But then he asked me to come with him when he moves to Japan to teach English there, sometime after he finishes his degree. Which like, I wish I could go with him, and I know that if we’re still talking at that point/especially if we actually get together, it’s gonna be hard to be that far away from him and I’m gonna miss him. But it’s just eminently not practical. I don’t have any college degree and I don’t speak a lick of Japanese, there’s no way I can teach English with him; and there aren’t many other jobs there for Americans. And he won’t be making enough to support both of us on a teacher’s salary, i know that much. So that’s where I start to get a bit disillusioned. Like I know it was just a drunk suggestion out of a desperation to not be apart anymore, and despite the fact that a drunk mouth often speaks sober thoughts, I know better than to assume that either of those offers to live together were any kind of a promise, and I have no intention to hold him to either of them. But in the moment I very much got my hopes up and I let myself get really excited and I regret that now lmao because like I knew even then that it wasn’t real. and now i’m just sorta disappointed because I’ve had to confront the fact that he’s very much a daydreamer and I, for all my delusional fantasizing, am at heart more practical than that. I don’t like to hope for things that I know can’t happen, because it’s just setting myself up for future devastation. And he just wants to hope and wish for everything, and maybe some of it will come true and maybe some of it won’t, and he just sort of seems unbothered by either outcome. For all my hopeless romanticism and my overemotional nature, I can’t bring myself to do that, to hope without expectation. I don’t know how. it’s so antithetical to my understanding of the world. And it just serves to highlight another of the many ways in which we are almost complete opposites - which isn’t a bad thing! but it can make some things harder. like handling distance, or hoping for the future, or just communication in general.

but anyway! back to drunken happiness lmao. he started saying really sappy shit like how he wants to be there for me when I’m feeling down, and he wants to have big dumb fights with me just so he can make it up to me with a big grand gesture like flowers or edible arrangements or something. and then he wrote me a drunken limerick and it was actually surprisingly good and really cute lmao. and he said he wanted to cuddle me. and then we got into a mini-fight over which one of us was cuter lmao. and he called me queen and said that he just wants to like. make me food and take care of me and stuff lol. and that he doesn’t even HAVE a type but somehow I am exactly his type? which is still fucking me up, that’s the sweetest shit i’ve ever heard. (because i know what he means, he’s dated around quite a bit with different types and genders of people and stuff because he didn’t really know how to handle his asexuality and of course the myth is that you just haven’t found the right person yet, so he just kept trying and feeling broken and then here I am, the first person he’s found to be accepting and understanding of that part of him, and still want him and care for him and be all lovey-dovey and shit with him, and he just wants me to be happy in return.) meanwhile I of course have several types, including different types for girls and guys etc, but he’s hitting all my boxes - tall, handsome in a kind of adorkable way, smart, funny, sarcastic, sweet, patient, sensitive, similar tastes in media and similar political alignments, queer. plus he’s just cute as fuck. like out of my league cute lmao but again, that’s exactly my type OTL so like I told him that, and that I just wanna like. hold him and be with him and help him be successful in whatever he wants in life. and he freaked out and was like ugh you should just come here rn i’ll hide you under my bed if i have to and i was like i wish i could :( and he was like THAT’S NOT GOOD ENOUGH AUDREY COME HERE and i was like OK IM LEAVING ON FOOT SEE U IN 3 DAYS and it was funny. and we flung a bunch of heart emojis at each other. and then he made a passing reference to his mood swings and i kinda ended up ignoring it because i sent a message at the same time but in my head i was like boy have you even MET me, 1. the swings have always been my favorite piece of playground equipment, 2. i’ve got mood swings down to a fine art, and 3. i’m more worried about whether you can handle mine. i’m pretty sure i can take yours in stride lmao. and then there was more talk of cuddling, and HE STARTED HEART REACTING ALL MY MESSAGES and i’m just like WTF STOP IT THAT IS THE CUTEST SHIT <3333 and then he sent me a dollar by accident? and I sent him the “i love you bitch, i ain’t never gonna stop loving you bitch” vine lmao

and apparently this whole time he was still sitting around with his sister? lmao because he said she told him she approved of me after i sent that vine 😂 and she apparently likes my hair! which is good lol (reminder I need to post some pics of it on here, I posted selfies to fb but i don’t think i’ve posted on here yet). his sister is also bi lmao and seems cool in general (and also from what i’ve seen creeping her fb, she’s REALLY GORGEOUS, like it runs in the family, these fuckers should be models, it’s ridiculous really) so having her approval is v nice. like at least one member of his family approves of me! now to work on the rest 😂😂 and then he was talking about he was gonna get high also (despite being already drunk) and i was joking with him about bogarting the weed and he was like “when we live together I’ll share my weed with you” lmao but he said it with such certainty, like it was just a given. not an if, but a when. which threw me for enough of a loop. But then he started in on this fantasy scenario where like it’s late at night and we can’t sleep so he makes me sushi by hand, and we feed each other with our chopsticks (he was impressed that I already knew how to use them lmao) and we sit on the couch arm in arm watching reruns of cheers and laughing way too loudly and fall asleep in each other’s arms as the sun comes up outside but we don’t have anything to do the next day so it’s ok. and it was the sweetest most romantic shit I’ve literally ever heard in my LIFE, like it sounds like actual heaven and i was crying happy tears at this point lmao. just 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 like in that moment i felt so fucking loved i couldn’t even speak and y’all know i’m never speechless, i literally can’t fucking shut up most of the time lmao. and like at that point his phone was dying so he went to plug it in and go to bed and I did the same because it was like 2:30 in the morning but i was just giddy with affection and couldn’t sleep. 

anyway so the next day (sunday) i had a party thing to go to that was really fun but i’m socially awkward so i texted him a lot as a crutch. and then the next day (monday) he had given me “permission to bug the crap out of him” so i messaged him a lot throughout my work day because it was an unusually crappy day anyway. and the day after that (tuesday) we messaged about the democratic debates and stuff. and then i kinda tried to give him some space, because i felt like i was smothering him, and i made it all the way to friday evening before i caved in and messaged him again. like i don’t wanna bother him by messaging him every day, i know he’s busy. whenever he doesn’t actively have class, he’s got homework or he’s working (which usually means he’s driving and can’t talk). but i’m like so addicted to the affection i get from him, it’s bad. my anxiety just keeps building and getting worse if i try to avoid messaging him and I don’t make it very far before i end up giving in and messaging him for a hit of that good ol’ dopamine. so we ended up catching each other up on the events of the latter part of our week, and talking about sushi preferences. and he apparently has never had eel?? like that was probably the 2nd or 3rd thing i tried lmao 😂 but then to be fair I had a boyfriend at the time who was very interested in making sure i tried new things, and who had been stationed briefly in japan so he knew a lot about sushi and wanted to show off. anyway Letter Boy is like me, he prefers salmon by a wide margin. and we talked about how he’d tried squid and did not enjoy it, and that turned into a mini battle to see who could post the weirdest squid-themed gif lmao. and then i sent him the playlist but he still hasn’t listened to it yet I don’t think. but he also wants me to write him a poem lmao so that’s something i should start working on i guess. but idk i’m not feeling it rn but that’s not his fault. 

and then today happened and i had another incident with my mother and her narcissistic bullshit and i was feeling like shit so i reached out to my best friend to kinda get some validation that i’m not actually the narcissistic one (which felt shitty and manipulative, like if i have to ask i’m probably at least a LITTLE narcissistic. but then again if i actually was narcissistic i guess i wouldn’t even have that doubt? like i would just be certain that i wasn’t and not second-guess it because i wouldn’t care? and like making their victims believe that THEY are the narcissistic ones and the abuser isn’t, is a classic hallmark of gaslighting and narcissistic abuse? but i still felt like shit about it idk). And I also reached out to Letter Boy because while I love my best friend more than words can say, like she’s my sister-from-another-mother, Letter Boy has kind of become my comfort person. like i always used to write letters to him whenever I was going through a rough spot, as a distraction. and usually I’ll message him whenever I’m starting to feel anxious or sad, but lately it’s gotten to where I’ll start to feel anxious and sad whenever I don’t message him regularly. like i’ve said, it’s getting bad and i’m worried about it. like that’s not a good sign of a healthy relationship. and it’s nice to have some positivity in my life, especially given all the negative shit i’m constantly surrounded by. but that doesn’t mean this relationship is healthy or good for either of us. so that’s yet another thing on my list of shit that’s making me anxious lol. but anyway he tried to be supportive when i told him about what i’m dealing with in re: my mother, and encouraged me to get out, but he just seemed kinda generally lost. like he didn’t know how to deal with it. and if that’s because he’s been fortunate enough that in his life, that kind of behaviour is not something he’s experienced, then I’m happy for him. but he said some stuff about not really believing in labels, but specifically in regards to mental health issues? which like. that’s all fine and good in terms of gender and sexuality, but with mental health, that’s a medical issue. you kind of have to have names for things in that context so that you can treat them. and i get that he was kinda trying to be encouraging to me, to not let my mother make me think of myself as a narcissist, and to not feel so shitty about myself in terms of like my depression and anxiety and stuff. but it just felt like it was sort of coming from a place of very neurotypical privilege and misunderstanding, and it was sort of unintentionally invalidating. and then he brought up the idea of us living together again, once he graduates, but he said it in a slightly more realistic way which i should have been happier with but that only wound up disappointing me. he said “maybe when i graduate we can get a place...” instead of like his certainty from earlier. and i said i wish, and he said that he wishes too and we should both hope for it and maybe it’ll happen. and i’m just like... hope is a dangerous thing for my emotional health, i don’t want to hope for something that isn’t going to happen. and he basically said that i need to learn to hope without expectation, and set small goals as baby steps toward that bigger dream, and i’m just like. i don’t understand but thank you lmao. and that’s where we left off this evening. and i’ve been crying, about shit with my mom and my life in general and worrying about all this bullshit with letter boy and how like a week ago we were blissfully happy with each other and now things are feeling increasingly less certain and i have this burning feeling in the back of my mind that he’s not gonna actually show up for the Syrup Festival in 3 weeks - which again, i’ve pinned all my hopes to, it’s the light at the end of my newest tunnel. and i’m so nervous because i want to show him everything and let him get a feel for where i live (and why i feel trapped here lmao) and yet at the same time i don’t know how to handle it because i don’t think he’ll feel the same way about it as i do. and i’m still not sure he’ll even come. because despite him telling me repeatedly that he wants to come, i can’t help but feel that either something will come between us within that time, or he’ll just end up having to work, or something, and he won’t actually come. i’m so terrified he won’t want to come. I’m terrified i’m pushing him away. because this whole thing, ever since we started writing letters, has felt mostly one-sided, like i’m out here sharing everything with him and flinging my love and attention at him, and getting scraps in return, just enough to keep me coming back for more. and i don’t know if he’s stringing me along or if he’s serious. he is a bit flighty. I don’t want him to fly away. but i don’t want to hold him down, either.

i don’t know.